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pixiiipie · 27 days

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edging zayne inspired by my mini thirst!

includes: sub zayne + dom reader | edging (giving) | fingering (giving) | handjob (giving) | porn with plot!

another victory for zayne after a very long loss streak from you. you swore he was doing this on purpose. everything goes so well for you just before he reduces all your cats to 1 and replaces them with his. that typical for him! acting like it was just intentional and not even flaunting his win. if he didn’t want it maybe he should have just given it to you.

“i hope this luck doesn’t run out for your surgeries tomorrow” you say dryly looking up from your cards to his expressionless face. “you assume this is just plain luck? how very childish” there was that monotone voice he uses to casually drop an insult. you knew he couldn’t help it. it was so nice that he finally had some free time but he occasionally finds it difficult to switch out of work mode.

just then, as you were trying to fight off a barrage of attacks in your head against him, an idea came to light. you couldn’t hide your smile and zayne probably saw this as he studied your change in emotion. “hey dr zayne. how about a reward for your many… many victories against me?” you say but he wasn’t too convinced. “this is a trick.” he says holding eye contact, his face never changing.

“i promise no trick! you really deserve this especially after these past few long days. i’m grateful to spend time with you.” zayne isn’t convinced and directs his attention elsewhere wanting to end this boring conversation. “well we’ve been here for a little while let’s go home. if you want your reward, come over to mine.” you say collecting your things together slowly to give him time to think. of course, he doesn’t need too much time to think over things that’s the amazing skill of dr zayne.

as you come to the street where one way will go to yours and the other to his, as most of your walk has been, you quietly turn to go to your home and like a lost puppy, zayne follows. it seems that whatever front he puts up, he can’t resist temptation. you smile to yourself and experimentally take his hand. he doesn’t pull away. instead he just rubs his thumb over your the back of your hand. your warm hand in his freezing hand. you lift them and give his a small kiss to his knuckles trying to settle him and promise that he’ll enjoy this reward. (if you’ve seen the keira knightly pride and prejudice, think about that scene towards the end with mr darcy <3)

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finally home and on your bed you softly kiss him to warm him up slowly removing his clothes as you did so. most of your advances have been to get him used to such sweet affection and to encourage him to be vulnerable with you. “so how are you intending to ‘reward me’?” zayne asks same monotone voice but becoming breathless, half lidded eyes looking up at you. this feels very mean now as you take in his heavy breaths and red ears but you can’t back down now. reminding yourself of your plan, you answer him by holding out two fingers and gently pressing them against his lips.

it took zayne a little while before he understood what you wanted him to do (this was partially because you had never made him do this or because his head was becoming hazy. you’d never guess he was weak to kisses). “you should really wash your hands before something like this.” he says trying to act aloof but his breathing failing him. this brought all your annoyance back and without protesting, you went to go stand up before a firm hand grabbed your wrist. “it was only a joke. i apologise.” zayne says, slightly embarrassed. to try and make it up to you it seems, he kept ahold of your wrist and moved your hand to his mouth, taking in two of your fingers.

at first it was clear that he had no idea what to do. he knew the fingers were not usually an erogenous zone so was unsure of how you’d feel good by him doing this. as he continued, it soon clicked. his breathing slowed and his eyes fluttered shut. it was so cute watching zayne discover things about himself. “you’re doing so well.” you say, addicted to watching him. you needed to get on with the main event though. a small tap on his cheek helped him to come out of his daze slightly and he released your fingers. “did that feel good?” you ask, wanting to hear about his findings. “mmm yes… i liked that.” he said breathlessly. maybe he’ll give you a more detailed response later when his head is in better shape.

giving him a forehead kiss as a half apology you coated your fingers and a little on his hole with lube before getting an embarrassed confirmation nod from zayne. starting with one, you pushed a finger in and watched him let out a small gasp. a little while after, you added another and his body stuttered. you loved to watch him. he’s not quite comfortable with what you do with him with you watching so he’s always trying to hide his face and his noises.

holding the back of his head, you go to kiss him while your other hand finds his prostate. zayne’s kisses were never incredible but now with his thoughts being consumed by pleasure, they were even worse. you could tell he was trying to be good but they just turned out sloppy. you drank in his moans when he suddenly broke away from the kiss and hid his head into your shoulder.

“i found your favourite spot. doesn’t it feel so good dr zayne?” you say, trying to embarrass him further. all he could do was whimper in response, cringing at how sensitive his body was. with this new angle, you continue to abuse his prostate and start kissing at his neck. he couldn’t help but twitch at everything you were doing. you knew him too well. he knew human anatomy but you knew his body.

it didn’t take long for everything to become too much. you have such a cute boy! he never has time for himself so he’s always so sensitive to your touch. “c-careful mgh-! ‘m close…!” zayne whined holding onto your arm as a reflex and hiding into you. just as he did this though, you pulled your fingers out and waited for him to come out of his trance.

“i knew it.” he said with a shaky voice. “but did i say ‘a reward’ or ‘your reward’?” you remind him, stroking his hair with your clean hand. “both.” he reminds back trying to claim control over the situation. he was infuriating when he proved you wrong and clearly enjoyed doing so. “no matter. my point is, this reward isn’t necessarily for you. it’s my reward for being so patient with all of those games you’ve snatched away from me. now it’s your turn to be patient.” your words stung him.

“now how many times have you won? should we only count today? or since we begun playing?” zayne wouldn’t call himself a desperate man. he would calmly think his way out of situations instead of begging pathetically. however, he couldn’t quite think in the same way he could before… “please… please just today.” he pleaded, knowing that ‘neither’ wasn’t an option and you’d probably leave him like that to get off by himself.

you felt awful taking away the trust you built up today but… he looked absolutely delicious. this was probably the only time you’ll truly hear him beg and really mean it. he looked like a mess.

“so today was… three wins to you. you’re such a clever boy.” you mocked him. he couldn’t quite accept your praise but at this point, he craved anything you’d give him. “you’ve been so good so far. i’m going to edge you two more times okay? remember, no cumming until i say you can.” zayne nodded preparing himself. you press a kiss to his cheek (you didn’t want to push him too hard) and again, slipped your fingers into his hole.

as he was already stretched out, you added another to increase the ‘torture’ for him. as soon as you did, he let out a choked moan and rested his arm over his eyes. catching this, you moved it away where he instead held onto you. “i want to see my pretty boy fall apart.” you whisper into his ear before nibbling at his lobe. the noises he made were heavenly. he tried not to whine but when one slipped from his lips you tried not to forget that you were punishing him. with every brush against his prostate, his hips jerked upwards, begging for friction. cute

it didn’t take long for him to get close again as he was already so pent up. zayne considered not telling you and tricking you into letting him cum but he didn’t want to test your patience today. “s-stop…” he breathed trying to keep his voice low. just as last time, you removed your fingers and waiting for him to come back down from his (almost) high. “that’s my good boy just one more now.” zayne didn’t say anything. he just focused on bringing his breathing down to a good speed. he must have sensed that you were staring at him, worried he hates you. he took your hand and brought it to caress his cheek- occasionally nuzzling into it and pressing kisses into your palm. he’s so cute when he’s vulnerable. nothing to hide now so he may as well be affectionate.

he nodded to let you know he was good to carry on and you two shared a quick kiss as your hand snaked back down. however, instead of his hole, you begun to work on his dick. this took zayne off guard and he immediately started warning you “n-no not there i- it’s—!” he babbled but a little too embarrassed to admit how it felt. enjoying how little control he had over his body at this moment, you abandoned sitting next to him in order to use both your hands. one stroking him, the other fingering him but as soon as you felt his prostate “hng-!! st-stop! closecloseclose!” he warned and you listened. you quickly pressed a kiss to his inner thigh which made his body jolt.

“you’ve done it! you were so good im not surprised the calculated dr zayne managed to keep his cool.” you say taking in the image of zayne with his head to the side and chest heaving. his face was flushed and eyebrows knitted together. “i’d love to see you play like this. maybe we should try a few rounds with a vibrator and see if you can still beat me then…” zayne was barely processing anything you were saying.

you moved back up next to him and kissed his sweaty forehead. “are you ready for your real reward my love?” you ask. zayne simply looked over at you with an expression that only read ‘yeah right. i don’t like your definition of ‘rewards’.’

“i promise.” you say softly, “where do you want me to touch you?” you decide to be a little sweeter to him as this time, it really is his reward.

“both” he whispers. cute.

unfortunately, it didn’t take long for him to cum after being edged but you enjoyed how he looked while it lasted. the pure bliss on his face knowing that this time, he could cum. watching him get close, you started to slow down to tease him and he tried to give you a glare but he just looked like a kicked puppy instead. “sorry” you say with a smile “you’re just so beautiful, zayne.” your compliment as well as the use of his name (not dr zayne as you had used to tease him. just zayne. your zayne.) pushed him over the edge. “go ahead, my love. please do.” you encourage incase he was waiting for your permission.

finally he came and painted his stomach and your hand with a loud breath. he felt so faint but happy too. when he came down from his high and didn’t feel so dizzy, he weakly called your name. you quickly wiped your hands as best as you could with a nearby cloth and lay next to him. zayne moved his head onto your chest and used your heartbeat to ground him. you lazily stroked his hair and whispered praises to him. “your heart… is fast.” he managed to say still not quite all there. “it’s always like that with you.” you say pressing a kiss to his temple and that response seemed to satisfy him.

“slowing down was cruel.” he later said, his usual expression returning to his face though it did not have its usual effect when he was wrapped around you. “i’m sorry but you have really cute reactions.” his eyebrows furrowed at being called ‘cute’ but only briefly. “i’ll buy you a really nice desert.” you say trying to bargain with him.

“you know the way to my heart isn’t through my stomach.” he says blandly. after a moment, he continues “just… a kiss will do.” and you happily oblige.

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banquetwriter · 2 months

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Can you do a Johnnie x reader like you go to one of Tara’s parties and it’s just you guys having fun and going home together and super cute

୨୧ Karaoke ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ reader is hungover a lil, cursing, drinking (nothing bad tho just a party) one kiss 🤭

summary: ʚ you share a first kiss with Johnnie at another one of Taras parties ɞ

Words: 2053

An: AHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE WE NEED MORE FLUFFY JOHNNIE STUFF!! i hope this is what you meant and i can def do one where it’s just y’all at home (👀)

You could hear your phone ringing. You weren't sure where exactly. You felt the natural urgency to pick your it up. You opened your eyes, squinting at the sunlight that leaked into your room. You answered the phone with a creaky little “Hello?” you asked. Flopping on your back.

The tiredness of waking up suddenly filled your body. “Y/n? ARE YOU STILL ASLEEP?” Tara’s voice shrills through your phone. You wince holding the phone away from your ear in pain. “Yes Tara, I WAS still asleep until you called me. I am still hungover… I think.” you said rubbing your eyes, you felt something weird on your hands so you looked at them only to reveal dried crusty makeup… Perfect!

Falling asleep with your makeup on is super cute. “Y/n! It's 2 pm! You have my party later! You can be hungover tomorrow, ok?” she said. You hear rattling sounds, she is presumably setting stuff up while calling you. You take the phone from your face to reveal it is, infact, 2:13 pm. You put the phone back up to your face, sighing.

“Yeah I remember, don't worry,” you mumbled, turning over. “Ok good, and take care of yourself seriously, eat like a salad or some shit,” Tara says as you let out a little giggle at her words. “Will do Tara,” you say, finally standing up and stretching.

“Bye y/n.” you hear her say before the call ends. “Mmmmm fuck.” you mumble to yourself rubbing your face, with your hands. You check your phone to see a text from Carrington asking if you are still collabing today.

“Damnit,” you mumble, pulling up the text chain. You confirmed the collaboration and suggested a video idea of streaming you guys trying the deli food from Erewhon for the first time. He agreed to the idea, you took a shower, got half ready, and filmed the stream with your friend.

All the comments talking about just how rough you looked were not helping your confidence any. You knew that they were joking but still. It didn't make you feel very good or very motivated to dress cute for the party tonight.

A party where Johnnie WOULD be. And as stupid as it was to admit you wanted to impress him so much. So after the video was filmed of eating shitty and overpriced food you managed to pull yourself together to get ready. Hoping back in a shower to shave and go the full nine yards.

You put on a damn cute outfit that was sure to earn a few edits from your fans. You did your makeup and hair to your liking and the night was looking up. You frizzed and messed with the last strand of your hair before snapping a picture for your Instagram story.

You were feeling a little mischievous and decided to put a song in the background as one of Johnnie’s. You picked “Angel of Death” since you helped him direct that one. You posted the black-and-white selfie and audibly giggled at the thought of seeing him within the next hour or so.

You hopped into an Uber and eventually made it to Tara’s party. The bright lights and music created a lively and bright atmosphere. You set your bag in Tara’s room and made your way through the living room saying hi to all your friends.

Managing to get to the rooftop where Tara and the rest of the gang were. “Heyyyy,” you said creeping up behind your short friend. “Y/n!” she shouts, wrapping her arms around you.

You get pulled into a tight and warm hug, smelling the alcohol on her breath. “Y/n, what's up?” Sam asked, looking up from his seat on a couch. Fairy lights and another speaker were set up outside.

There were a bunch of people all packed into the smaller space. “I'm good, what about you?” you ask, taking a cup from the table. “Were good were good. We just heard about you being a little hungover this morning from Tara.” Sam said, squinting as he took a sip of his drink.

You faked a look of offense as you looked at Tara. She has a giant grin making her hand into a heart as an apology. “Tsk tsk. I was not hungover! I was just recovering from one the previous day, ok?” you say in defense of yourself as you sit next to Johnnie and Colby.

“Well, that's not what we heard,” Colby said next to you, holding his hands up. “I was hungover yesterday and these two dumbasses forced me to try 7/11 pizza so yeah this morning was a rough time ok?” you say pointing to Jake and Johnnie.

Jake’s mouth flew open in offense. “Woah ok the Pizza was NOT that bad.” he grabbed a bottle of alcohol pouring some into his cup. Johnnie let out a dry laugh beside you, you turned to him smiling. “Ok, y/n we believe you. And you didn't wake up next to that server we saw mmmm?” Tara said, moving her shoulder a little.

“Hell no I didn't wake up next to no fucking server. You're one to talk by the way,” you said, sipping whatever was in your cup. “Whatever,” Tara says as you settle into the couch.

The air was cold but there were heat lamps surrounding the terrace. The next warmest thing was Johnnie's body. He was so close to yours that you could practically feel his heat radiating onto your skin. “Was the pizza that bad?” Johnnie whispered into your ear.

“No not really but Jake woke me up at the ass crack of dawn to stream that so,” you whispered back. You could smell his cologne and the smell of cigarette smoke on him. You know that smoking wasn't a good habit but fuck he did look hot when he did.

“Hey, it was like 11 when we filmed that. It was not that early ok?” he said back his voice louder this time. Not that anyone noticed. Everyone else was absorbed in their conversations at this point. You giggle slightly at his words.

Your eyes look up to meet his. It's hard under all his hair and messy eye makeup to see his bright blue eyes, but you manage. You stare into them for almost too long. You close your eyes forcing yourself to look away. You’re scared you might have never been able to look away if it wasn't for the fact you were both at a party with other people.

Including all of your and his friends who would tease you both if you were gazing into each other's eyes. “Hey, I was hungover that day, ok? 11 is way too fucking early to be up hungover.” you say in defense of yourself for what feels like the millionth time this night alone, downing whatever was in your cup.

You inhaled sharply feeling the roaring effects of the alcohol as it burned its way down your throat. “Yeah, that's completely fair,” Johnnie says, moving his head slightly to move his hair. You purse your lips together moving your body to face the group again.

Johnnie stays looking at you, his shoulders now completely blocking your view of Jake. Not that you were complaining of course. The night moved on, and you didn't drink a lot, not trying to upset your stomach further of course.

By now you, Jake, and Johnnie were all doing some shitty karaoke downstairs. You of course had picked a PTV song and were attempting to nail the notes. After your throat was sore you handed the microphone off to Jake and sat next to Johnnie once again.

Jake had picked some Billy Joel song he and was failing miserably. You and Johnnie were both giggling away at his antics. You pulled out your phone to record him. “Oh god are you actually gonna post that?” Johnnie asks with a grin.

“Duh. Probably just put it on my Instagram story,” you said nudging him slightly. There is a beat of silence between you two before Johnnie speaks again. “Is there a reason you posted your picture to my song?” Johnnie asked.

Your hands, which were still holding your phone, dropped slightly. You felt a rush of heat flood your face as your brain short-circuited. Trying to come up with an excuse for your random amount of boldness.

“Oh- I just- I-” you stuttered out turning the video off. You felt like a fish out of water flapping around for any excuse you could think of. And thank whatever god may exist as your prayers were answered as Jake handed the microphone to Johnnie.

“What? Dude, I'm not singing.” Johnnie said, looking at Jake’s hand holding the microphone. “Duuuude!” Jake says dramatically slouching down, feeling the obvious effects of the liquor. “Dude you're literally a singer,” you say looking at him, your eyebrow cocked up.

“I-” he starts to speak before looking at his friend and then at you. You nod your head in encouragement, he closes his eyes with a sigh. “Fine,” he mutters, grabbing the microphone. He takes a few seconds to queue up a song.

You don't record this time. Just laugh with your friends as Johnnie attempts to sing a song. His eyes catch yours for a moment, and his voice breaks and slowly stops working. It seems like time slows down only your heartbeat can be heard

It feels like for a few seconds your worlds combined. The eyes that were watching Johnnie apparently caught up to him as he suddenly looked around the room. He tries to pick up the pace of this song and fails miserably. Completely missing half the words.

Your breath catches in your throat and you decide you need a break. You swallow deeply, stand up and almost run out of the room. You weren't sure what you were doing, just that you felt like your insides were suffocating.

You made it to the kitchen grabbing an empty solo cup and filling it up with water. You gulped down a few drinks of it before sitting up on a counter. You wipe a drop of water that fell from your mouth as footsteps alert you someone walked into the kitchen.

You turn to see that Johnnie is slowly creeping into the room. “Hey,” you said looking back down at your feet that rested against the cabinet. “Hey,” he said, walking around the kitchen island facing you. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the opposite counter as you.

“Y-yeah I'm fine. Just got a little intense back there I guess,” you said gesturing to the living room where we both just were. “Did you really wake up with that server?” he asks, barely able to keep eye contact.

You laugh slightly “God no.” you mutter out once again looking down. “Tara And Kat were making a bunch of jokes about it but I was never into him don't worry.” you say trying to laugh it off.

He doesn't say anything, just slowly getting closer to you. You looked up at him. You feel your eyes lock again.

You don't shy away this time. You let Yourself hold eye contact. That familiar feeling in your face travels back in. Your breaths move at similar paces as he slowly shares your space.

You tried to speak but no words came out. You're glad they don't truthfully. Johnnie's hand slowly comes up and meets your face, holding your chin. He moves in between your legs and pulls your face in for a kiss.

Your eyes flutter closed as your lips meet. You swear you could hear fireworks exploding in your brain. He was so so so close, but you needed him closer. The cup was long abandoned as your hands reached up to pull his face closer.

It seems to work as his whole body moves next to you, touching you. His hand, the other one that wasn't holding your face steady moves to hold himself on the counter.

You're not sure how long it was before you moved away from him for a breath. You feel the heat in your cheeks move down to your neck and chest and you look down. “Wanna get out of here?”

#johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert #jake and johnnie #johnnie x reader #johnnie x you #johnnie guilbert fluff

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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let's fall in love for the night // colby brock

A/N: wow, this fic felt like it took a decade to write. and fun fact, after finally finishing it (editing wise), come to find out it's one of my longest fics. not the longest, but one of them. so now it makes sense. so, the inspo for this fic is the song, and i hear it all the time at work. i love it a lot, and thought it was a good fic idea. hopefully that translate well. it's not a direct interpretation of the song, it's more just a couple of the lyrics at the beginning and end and the rest is vaguely related to the song. sorry this one doesn't have an outright happy ending, but i promise the next fic will be. please let me know what you think, and i'll see yall later :)

inspired by the song "Let's Fall in Love for the Night" by Finneas

prompt: it was simple idea: act like the two of you were dating for one night. what possibly could go wrong in just a couple hours? || colby brock x fem!reader

trigger warnings: light smut (but no sex), pretend dating, angst, possible happy ending (but still heartbreaking), club scenes/partying, drinking, romantic moments, super cheesy at times, fluff, cursing??

word count: 5590

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Let's fall in love for the night / And forget in the morning

It started out as a silly joke - "let's pretend to date for a night". You were the one that brought it up, but immediately felt embarrassed by it. Of course, you were joking. You would never want to actually date your best friend, Colby. The only reason you even suggested it was because after a long night of talking about life, you both confessed how lonely you guys felt. How you both deeply wanted someone to be in love with. How much you yearned to have someone that was yours. But there was a lot of things in your way. For Colby, he didn't trust many. And it was hard for him to open up to those he wanted to be close with; including you, at first. And for you.... it was a bit of a laundry list of reasons. The main one? You just weren't sure there was "the one" for you. And for that reason alone, you didn't feel like breaking your heart over and over again just to search for someone that wasn't even real.

So, your suggestion was quite simple: pretend to date each other for one night, to get the experience of being in love. Maybe pretending even for a couple hours might alleviate some of the desire you felt. Maybe it would cool the fires in you that only came out when drunk and vulnerable.

Colby at first was against it, only because he couldn't imagine actually dating you. You were one of the few girls in his life he never had a thing for, but that wasn't because he didn't find you attractive. You definitely were, which is why he found it hard to believe your love life was as dry as his. But him... dating you? It felt strange. But the more he thought about - not spending a night alone again, going out on a date, actually planning one for the first time in months, holding someone's hand - it sounded nice. Relaxing, even. And having it be you and not someone he had to keep his guard up around made it all the more enticing.

He eventually said yes weeks later, which surprised you immensely. Especially given the distain look he had when you mentioned it, you thought there was no way in hell he would say yes.

"How do we do it?" He asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“Well... we would only date for the night. Until midnight. Tomorrow.” You stated.

He agreed. “That sounds good. Where would you like to go?”

“Where would you take a girl you've been with for a while?” You queried.

He snorted, “It's been a long time since I've had to worry about that.”

“You’ve got until tomorrow at seven to figure that out. Maybe a bit before. I would like some time to get ready for our date.” You grinned, raising your eyebrows.

“Okay then. I'll see you tomorrow...” Colby paused, his eyes locking with yours. “Girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “And I'll see you tomorrow, boyfriend.”

The rest of the party you guys stayed away from each other. And all night all you could think of was what will tomorrow bring. Your stomach flipped with anticipation. But you tried to settle it down by thinking repeatedly it's just a "date" with Colby. There's no reason to be hyped for it.

You were just playing pretend.

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It was after five in the evening when Colby finally texted you about the date - you guys were going out to eat. But he wouldn't tell you where. All he mentioned was that you guys had to dress semi-formal.

You started getting ready, not really sure what was completely in store for you. You showered, did your hair, and makeup in record time. Now... for the outfit. You weren't sure how "formal" Colby was actually going to be. That man very rarely ever dressed formal. But you figured the red cocktail dress you bought a couple weeks back would work well with whatever you two were doing tonight.

The benefit of living with Sam and Colby in this scenario was that if Colby wasn't dressed as formal as you, you could get change, which did calm your nerves a bit.

Slowly walking down the stairs, you could hear someone in the kitchen. As you reached the bottom, you turned and saw Colby waiting for you, staring down at his phone.

You inquired, “Calling an uber?”

“Yeah it should be here soon.” He mentioned nonchalantly.

Colby finally picked his head up, gazing at you. His eyes widened for a split second. He collected himself, calmly saying, "You look beautiful."

You giggled, trying not to notice the way he looked you up and down. "Thank you. I'm surprised to see you in actual dresswear."

You glanced at his outfit: black dress shoes, black slacks, and a dark maroon button up. He had his leather jacket on, giving him that little edge that you were used to seeing.

A shy smile came to his face. “Yeah, I don't really get a chance to get dressed up so I figured tonight would be a good time to do it.”

“You look really nice.” You admitted.

He nodded quickly. "Thanks."

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You weren't sure what it was from - nervousness, lack of conversation, or just waiting for the uber. Either way, you hated it.

“The uber's gonna be here in a moment. Want to head outside?” He asked.

“Sure. Sounds good.” You replied.

You grabbed your jacket on the way out, slipping it on quickly. As Colby locked the door, the slight chill in the air made you shiver. Colby began to walk down the path to the street, his hand reaching out for yours. At first you were surprised to see him do that, but then you slipped your hand into his. His hand was warm and soft, somehow making your body feel even colder. The uber pulled up, and you two got in. He let go of your hand for a moment, only to grab it again.

The ride was quiet the whole way to the restaurant. You couldn't tell if it was your nervousness or his, but either way you could cut the tension with a knife. As you finally arrived, you felt your heart flutter.

Like many restaurants in Vegas, it was inside a hotel. And this was one of the nicer ones, from the way there was a doorman that propped the door open for you as you entered. Colby knew where he was going, so you followed right along with him; his hand still embracing yours. You cupped his arm with your other hand, squeezing him lightly. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but you doing that made his heart race.

Finally reaching the restaurant, you could see by the name that it was an Italian place - and an expensive one at that. Everything on the outside seemed bougie, and that continued inside the restaurant.

“How did you get us into a place like this?” You questioned under your breath.

He smirked down at you, “I have friends in high places, I guess.”

“Good evening.” The hostess spoke.

“Hello, table for two under ‘Brock’.” Colby stated.

The hostess looked at her screen and nodded her head. “Okay, follow me.”

You glanced around as you followed behind Colby, feeling out of your element. You weren’t used to places like this. No man had ever taken you out to somewhere this nice. The last time you went somewhere like this was for a dinner Sam and Colby had thrown after a successful video series.

“I hope this table is to your liking. Your waiter will be with you shortly.” The hostess smiled, walking away.

Colby pulled your chair out as you slipped your jacket off, resting it on the back. He slid into his seat, you both finally making eye contact for the first time since leaving home.

You picked up your menu, Colby following suit. You both mumbled what you planned to have to eat that night, you settling on the three cheese ravioli, and Colby was getting some pasta dish neither one of you could pronounce. The waiter came to your table a moment later. You ordered the food and drinks, and then stared at each other again.

Why does everything feel so awkward? You and Colby had been friends for years, could talk about anything and everything. Why was now so strange?

Sure, you were pretending to be dating but... it shouldn't be that weird.

After the waiter came back with the drinks, you paused until he left to finally speak. You blurted out, "Is this not kinda awkward, or am I just going crazy?"

Colby sighed, happy that you picked up on the uneasiness between the two of you. "Yeah, this is a bit strange. Don't you think?"

You shrugged. “A little. Maybe it's because we aren't playing pretend enough.”

He raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“Well, if we were an actual couple, there wouldn't be all this tension. Assuming we've been together for a while.” You remarked.

“How long do you think we've been dating?” Colby added, “Hypothetically.”

You bit your lip and then thought for a moment. "Hypothetically, I could see us maybe having dated for... two years? Maybe going on three?"

He sat back in his chair, “Hmm, interesting. What would have been the starting point of our relationship?”

“I'm not sure... maybe us hooking up at a party?” You suggested, sipping your drink.

Colby grimaced, “No, I don't think so.”

“Well, what do you have in mind?” You responded.

"Hypothetically," Colby stared at the flicker candle at your table, then looked up at you. "I think we would have just happened to start dating. Maybe, we would have been on double date with Sam and Kat or something."

“You mean, basically any time we all hang out?” You laughed.

He shook his head. “Yeah, no. An official, actual date? We've never done that as a group.”

“I don't know, I feel like if that scenario did happen, we would have had to have been drunk at some point during the night.” You commented.

“Why do you say that?” He squinted.

You whisper-yelled dramatically. “We're both nervous as hell right now, and this isn't even a real date!”

He chuckled. “True, I guess. But the real question is what would make us want to start dating?”

“Ohhh, that's a good one.” You both paused for a second. You spoke first, “Hypothetically?”

He nodded his head.

“I think.... Oh! Two years ago, do you remember when we all went to that haunted hotel, but we weren't filming?” You described.

He blinked, “You're gonna have to be more specific. It's kinda my job to go to haunted places.”

“Shut up," you deadpanned. "Remember, we had a layover when flying to New York for some event, and we had to stay because the flight was cancelled due to the weather. And the closest and only open hotel was the –”

“Annamarie Inn, or something like that?” Colby chimed in.

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“Oh my God, I remember that place. That was....” he shivered. “Fucking creepy.”

“It was so small, borderline a motel. And the front desk person was mean.” You remembered.

“Well, if no one had stayed at my place for months on end, I too would be annoyed by some out of town LA-ers.” He snickered.

“It didn't help you were wearing a Fendi hoodie.” You jeered sarcastically.

He gaped. “It was cozy!”

“You're a brand whore who sticks out like a sore thumb in the middle of Nowhere, America!” You sassed.

He glared, “If we were actually dating, I would break up with you right now.”

"Aww, don't like being roasted?" You mocked, pouting.

“Not when I'm paying, no.” He replied dryly.

You sat back in your chair crossing your arms, scowling jokingly. You took a swig of your drink, and then continued. "But anyway, that night would have been the beginning of us, in theory, I think."

“Why? What even happened?” Colby cocked his head.

“We had to share one bed, remember? Kat was insistent on sleeping with Sam because the building creeped her out, and so we shared a room instead. But when we got to the room, it was a single bed.” You recalled.

He hummed, agreeing. “Yeah, you're right. But why would that have been the night we started dating?”

“Well, I remember us sharing the room and I remember it was really cold and we just cuddled with each other, and I think being that close could have caused something to happen.” You stated.

“Maybe...” He mumbled.

"I just know that that night was really stressful but us being together in that room was..." Your mind drifted off to the memory of that night. You could remember studying Colby's face in the dark, how relaxed he looked after the stressful day you all had. You couldn't understand how he looked even more handsome up close. You remembered having to hold yourself back from touching his face, his lips.... "Nice. It-it was really nice."

You took another sip of your drink, hoping that Colby didn't notice your cheeks and how red they had become.

He did notice, but he didn't say anything. And part of him remembered that night. That was the night he woke up with your head lying on his chest and it was all he could think about the rest of the trip.

“Did you have a different idea of when we would have hypothetically started dating?” You asked.

Colby cleared his throat. “Sort of. But I kinda like your idea better.”

The idea he had in his head was also during an investigation, but it was when the cameras were off. You both had crazy things happen during the night; during the Estes Method it said your name, and Colby at one point thought he saw a figure at the end of a hallway. Everyone was taking a break outside, and you asked for a hug. Of course, he gave you one, and you offhandedly told him that you felt safe in his arms.

It took a lot to make Colby speechless, but you did it so easily in that moment.

The waiter interrupted Colby's memory, bringing out the food. You both chowed down, the pasta tasted extra delicious. You continued to talk about your made-up relationship, and also just talked about life in general. You ended up skipping dessert, and asked Colby if there was anything else planned for tonight.

He informed you, slipping his jacket on. “There's a new bar that opened up in the next hotel over that I was thinking we could check out.”

You smiled. “That sounds good.”

He slid his phone out, turning back to you as he walked. “Do you want to walk or catch another uber?”

You followed him, placing your jacket on again. “We can walk, I don't mind.”

Colby grabbed your hand as you left the restaurant. You felt giddy this time around, all the tension from before now gone after talking with each other for a couple hours. You couldn't help but smile as you walked outside onto the Vegas strip. The sky had grown dark but was somehow darker than usual. A distant boom bounced off the buildings on the strip. Thunder.

He glanced up at the sky, turning his head to you. “I think it's about to rain. Let's walk a little faster.”

You nodded your head, picking up the pace. Colby stayed near you, even though he could speed walk faster than you could run. He wasn't going to leave you behind. Finally crossing the street, you made it to the other hotel. You still had to walk to the doors though. But suddenly, the skies opened up and rain poured down onto you and everyone around. Some rushed into the hotel, others pulled out umbrellas. Colby pulled you two under an awning, his arm wrapping around you.

“Do you want to wait here until it lets up a bit?” He queried, getting close to you.

“Sure.” You nodded.

You stared out at the rain, watching it splatter as it hit the ground. It very rarely rained in Vegas, so to see it come down like this was both strange and fascinating. And somehow, for a moment, there weren’t that many people around. Most had ran inside, leaving the two of you out on your own. Having a solitude moment in Vegas was even more rare than the rain. A thought popped into your head: go dance in the rain. You didn't know why, but you had to do it. You slipped out from under Colby's arm and walked out into the street, letting the rain hit your skin and clothes.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He called out to you.

You let the rain slowly soak you, turning towards Colby. "Live a little! Join me."

Colby shook his head slightly, squinting at you in amusement. A moment passed. He sighed and stepped out into the rain.

You started jumping up and down, laughing at him as he opened his arms wide. His maroon shirt grew darker as the rain drenched him. He turned back to you, grabbing your hands and spinning you around, almost dancing. You cackled as he pulled you close and picked you up for a split second. He spun around with you in his arms, and only stopped once you wailed at him to do so. Your eyes landed on each other’s and time froze. You felt hyper aware of how Colby's hands were on your waist, and how yours were wrapped around his neck. Your bodies were close to one another, his heat radiating onto you. You couldn't contain yourself, even if you wanted to. The closeness made it all the more easy to lean in, and Colby followed suit.

This wasn't your first kiss with Colby; that one happened a long time ago during a truth or dare drinking game. But this one blew that old one out of the water. Back then, you felt embarrassed to kiss him, kind of wishing you had just taken the five shots that was given as an option instead. But now, all you could think of was that you hoped this kiss never ended. Once his tongue slid across your bottom lip, you knew whatever relationship you had with him was going to be permanently changed.

He felt the same as you. There was a sudden craving that raced through his body the moment your lips touched his. How was it possible that all this time he had missed out on this? On you? There's no way the first kiss was like this. If it had been, he would have asked you to be his that night. Maybe he had been so wrapped up in his own bullshit, he couldn't have imagined asking you out. It was crazy to think that pretending to date for a night got him here.

And then it hit him: this wasn't real. You guys were on a fake date, pretending to be a couple. The light pain in his chest made him pull away, but part of him wished he never did.

“We... we should stop.” He voiced, breathlessly.

You stammered, trying to calm yourself. “R-right. And, uh, get out of the rain.”

"Yeah." He stepped back farther away from you, needing some space so that he could think again. "C'mon, let's get inside."

You both raced in, not wanting to get anymore wet than you already were. The cool hotel air hit you and made you shiver, Colby doing the same.

"So... where's the club at in here?" You asked awkwardly.

A brief smirk passed his face, his hand finding yours again as you walked. “It's a speakeasy, so it's hidden behind the back of some store. It's similar to the other one we go to all the time. Made by the same people.”

You exhaled, “That's fun.”

“Yeah, me and Sam were gonna check it out last week but never got around to it.” He turned to you, studying your face. “But if you don't want to, we can just –”

"No, I don't mind." You stopped Colby lightly, pointing at the signs for the bathroom. "Maybe before we go in, I should use the restroom and make sure I don't look like a complete mess."

He glanced down at himself, “Same here.”

You went inside and looked at yourself in the mirror. Not too bad for being drenched, weirdly enough. Your makeup had survived the rain, thank God for waterproof, and all that really looked a bit messy was your hair.

Realistically, while you were going in here to make sure you didn't look bad, you were really in here because of how nervous you were. It had finally really hit you that you two just made out in the rain. Something you had wanted to do with someone since you were a kid and saw 'A Cinderella Story'. And now you did it... on a fake date, no less.

Maybe he was the one for.... no. You couldn't allow yourself to think like that.

You dried your hair as best you could: drying the ends under the hand-dryer and running your fingers through the rest. You pinned it up with a clip in your bag, checked your makeup again, and then stepped back out into the busy walkway of the hotel. Colby was leaning against the wall waiting for you, looking ridiculously suave for no reason. He perked up when he saw you, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

His shirt looked mostly dried, and his leather jacket had been wiped down - something he had done in the bathroom while you were gone. He hoped you didn't notice; he didn't want to seem like he was doing too much. He prayed he was pulling off the effortlessness he could usually get away with.

You noted it, but didn't say anything.

Colby grasped your hand again, pulling you along silently to the store in question that housed the speakeasy. It looked like a regular Vegas gift shop. He stopped at the back of the store, in front of a "Employees Only" door with an eye-slot on it. It opened up, and a man asked "Password."

“’I'm looking for Piper.’” He quoted.

The man nodded, closed the slot, and opened the door. Inside was a dark, booming club. You were shocked to see it. Knowing how the other one looked, this was somehow more impressive. It was packed and the music was loud and fun. Colby smiled at you and pointed at a free table across the way.

“Wow, this place is crazy!” You yelled over the music.

He glanced around, “I know. I'm surprised how many people are here tonight.”

“What time is it?” You questioned.

Colby looked down at his watch. “It's... a little after ten.”

Your heart skipped a beat, hearing the time. “Oh.”

“What is it?” He furrowed his brow.

“We only have a couple more hours until midnight.” You explained.

“And then...” His voice grew quiet, “our fake date is over.”

The two of you stayed silent for a moment, Colby breaking it by looking up at you. "Well, we better make the most of it."

You ordered drinks, downing them within minutes. The upbeat music made you want to dance, so you grabbed Colby's hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. Colby didn't really like dancing. He was more of a people watcher when he was at the club. But you were not taking no for an answer.

You swayed your hips to the music as you faced Colby. He watched you, stepping back and forth to the beat. His hand still held onto yours, eventually spinning you and gliding you into him. He slid his hands down your body, cupping your waist sweetly. His body pressed against yours, his breath fanning across your neck. Your back arched at his closeness, causing goosebumps to form across your skin. How was it possible that he was doing all of this to you? You had danced with Colby on countless occasions, spent multiple times in your life at the club with him. But tonight, after everything... things really felt different.

Colby's mind was reeling just as much as yours, if not more so. He started out the night thinking this was going to be a fun night, but nothing too crazy. And now... he had to do everything in his power not to jump your bones in the middle of this club. But your ass pressed against his crotch was making that very hard to do.

His grip on your waist tightened as you grinded back into him harder, teasing him. You felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. He buried his face into your neck before whispering "Fuck, Y/N, what are you trying to do to me?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You smirked.

Colby suddenly spun you around, pulling you close. He leaned in, keeping his eyes on you. Somehow, even in the dark, his eyes almost glowed with lust. He kept his mouth close to yours, lips brushing against each other. But he never fully leaned in.

“Kiss me.” He dared.

You exhaled, closing the space between the two of you. The kiss became intense in no time. One of his hands landed in your hair, pulling lightly on your locks causing you to open your mouth, gasping. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. You could taste the fruity cocktail he had finished not long ago. Your hands drifted up to his chest, tugging at his button up and jacket. His other hand snaked down your body, cupping your ass softly.

Your breath hitched, surprised by his forwardness. "Too many people are looking at us. Let's go home."

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you off the dance floor. “Sounds good to me.”

The intensity had stayed between the two of you the whole time you were in the uber on the way home. You were nice enough not to make out in someone's car, but you couldn't help but squeeze Colby's hand every so often, knowing you guys were getting closer to home. He would do the same back, his eyes snaking up your body.

You weren't sure what was going to happen between the two of you, but you were excited nonetheless.

You both rushed inside after getting dropped off, thanking the driver quickly. Colby had you against the front door the moment it closed, kissing and sucking on your neck. You couldn't help the little noises that fell from your lips, him finding all of your most sensitive spots. All you needed was for him to take you to any of the bedrooms in the house, and you would be set.

Colby's hand drifted up to your shoulder pushing your jacket off, but suddenly his hand froze in place; his eyes staring at his wrist.

“What? What's wrong?” You murmured, breathlessly.

He hesitated. “It's.... five minutes to midnight.”

Your heart sank. And you would never know it, but so did his.

You inhaled. “Oh. So our date is-”

“Done.” Colby grunted.

He backed himself away from you, his hands falling to his sides. You leaned back against the door, running you hands through your hair. You looked back up at him, his eyes still on the floor.

“Why don't we just.... ignore it?” You felt bold saying it, but the way Colby looked at you made you realize you said something wrong.

He shook his head, “N-no. No, we can't.”

“But why? I mean, we had so much fun tonight.” You stepped towards him, trying to close the space again.

He turned and walked away, going to the kitchen. “I know we did, but it was... pretend.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “Oh, so none of that was real for you? You were just what, faking it? Pretending to want to kiss me?”

“Well no. Of course I wanted to kiss you but the whole point of tonight was just to... live out a fantasy we both wanted.” His voice lowered, hoping you wouldn’t hear him say, “Needed.”

“Colby, you can't be serious. The night started out that way, sure. But after we kissed in the rain, there's no way that that was just part of the plan,” you argued. “Or making out in the club. Or what we were literally going to do until you saw the time.”

“We both needed that, yes. But that isn't reality.” He clenched his jaw, “You and I are meant to be friends.”

You challenged, leaning across the island. “But we could try for more.”

“No, we can't.” Colby didn’t like how his voice trembled.

“We worked so well together tonight, why not give it a try?” You pleaded.

"I'm not willing to lose you as a friend. I care about you, and this was nice. But.... no.” He stuttered, trying to catch his breath. “I... I won't lose you as a friend just because I'm lonely.”

You almost winced, your mind going to the worse thought. “So, none of that meant anything to you. That was all just pent up hormones?”

He glared, his stare turning your body cold. “That's not what I said. Don't put words in my mouth. But what about you, huh?”

“What about me?” You sneered.

“How did tonight make you feel?” Colby asked plainly.

You huffed, “Clearly enough of a way to make me ask you to continue this!”

“What exactly are you feeling, then? Tell me.” He walked around the island, his eyes on yours.

“Well, tonight I felt...” You trailed off.

A certain word came to mind, but you shook it off. There's no way you were going to say that. There's no way you felt that way about Colby, especially not after one date.

He got in front of you, his arms on either side of the counter as he spoke. His voice was gentle, but intense. “Tell me. Say anything. Tell me what you're feeling.”

You gulped, “Right now, you're making me nervous.”

“Why?” He whispered.

You closed your eyes, his stare making it hard to form words. “Because it's hard to think when you're this close to me.”

“But other than that?” He questioned desperately.

You stayed silent, trying to figure out the feeling. A million words came to mind, but none felt quite right to say. They were all too vulnerable, too personal. And him staring down at you intently made it even harder to speak.

He stepped back, his face dropping. “That's the problem, Y/N. Neither one of us knows how to express how we feel. Which is why we went out in the first place. We don't trust ourselves enough to find someone and to trust them in return.”

“Why are you trying to make this more difficult than it has to be? Why can't we just... try? And if it doesn't work out, so what? We can still be friends.” You bargained, trying to make him understand.

He moved towards you again, his voice almost frantic. “You want me to be honest? To tell you how I'm actually feeling?”

“Yes.” You whispered.

“I'm terrified... of not having you in my life. That if we did try this, I would just make you miserable, or vice versa. I can’t give you everything you need. And I can't imagine you not in my life so I would rather take the safe route than try this.” He confessed, not able to even look into your eyes longer than a second.

“When have you ever taken the safe route on anything?” You insisted.

He bit his lip hard, shaking his head. “I'm not willing to bet on this. You are too important to lose.”

You whimpered, “Colby...”

“Maybe one day, we could do this. Maybe one day, this could be us. I'll take that chance later,” he laughed bitterly. “But having this happen tonight? No.”

“Can you promise me that? That we'll try.... later?” You grabbed his hands, holding them once more.

He nodded, doing his best to hold it together. “I'll give it my best shot. When we're both emotionally ready for this, when I'm ready for this.”

There was no way to persuade him, and you didn't want to lose him as a friend with. So... you just accepted what he said.

“Well, you know who to call.” You smiled, brokenly.

He slid your hands out of his, leaving the kitchen slowly. He turned back, not even knowing he was breaking your heart more. "This was nice, Y/N. Thank you for... helping me feel less lonely for an evening."

“You too.” You croaked.

As he walked to his room, he never felt more alone. Each step made him regret every single word he said as he got closer to his bedroom door. All he wanted was to run back to you and hold you as close as he could.

You followed him with your eyes, trying to hold back tears. You watched him go into his room, shuddering out a breath. How long were you holding it, you didn't know.

It took a lot to make you speechless, but he did it so easily in that moment.

I know better / Than to ever call you 'mine'

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Best Worst Christmas // Jake Seresin

Summary: After some life altering news. You confide in Hangman which leads you to ticking off something incredibly important on your bucket list.

Warnings: Terminal illness. Mentions of death. Dark humour. Jake Seresin x Reader. Angst & fluff—Jake being just the best version of himself.

Word Count: 4.8k

Author Note: TRUST ME TO DO THIS. Because we can’t have anything nice here. Even at Christmas time. Got this idea from Bianca’s story line from Shameless. Not your typical happy go lucky Christmas fic.

Slow motion. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. From the way Bob brought the lip of his glass of lemonade up to his mouth to hide his infectious smile to the way Bradley twirled Phoenix under his arm and pulled her into his side. Dancing to whatever song had been blaring from the jukebox.

Slow. Slow and silent. You couldn't hear a single thing beside the high pitched ringing in your ears that sounded like just the right pitch to break the glass of the windows out front. No laughter, no music, no mundane chatter from other patrons littering the Hard Deck on this oh so average Friday afternoon.

Except there was nothing average about being told just forty five minutes ago that you were dying. Merry Fucking Chrismas.

“I'm sorry, Payback.” You shook your head softly as you blinked a few times, the ringing in your ears clearing as everything seemed to come back into real time, sound and all. “What did you say?”

“I said you don't look so good, Jake mentioned you left early for a doctor appointment off base, you good?”

“What is Hangman doing with my name in his mouth?” You spat before you took what was left of your beer into your mouth, skulling the burnt amber liquid like there was no tomorrow. For you there really wasn't all that much time left. Paying attention to how your liver processed alcoholic beverages had become an afterthought. “But yeah, I uh– I did.”

“Something any of us should be worried about?” Payback had always been a kind and gentle soul. You envied his passion for all things Christmas. His ugly Christmas sweater told you everything that you needed to know, his was down bad for the holiday season. “Nut?”

“Everything’s just peachy keen Fitch, you don't gotta worry about me.” You tried your best to hide the ever mounting pressure you felt in your chest through a pained smile and soft gaze. “But–” You held your empty glass up as you twirled around on the barstool you'd been sitting on. “I'm tapped so I'm gonna grab another beer and then you and I are gonna have a game of pool once shit for brains is finished showboating.” Reuben followed where your eyeline had evidently landed and low and behold there stood none other than Jake Seresin, claiming his title as undefeated pool champion with a grin so prominent on his face it made you feel sick to your stomach. “Be right back.”

You slid off the stool and fixed the ‘Christmas’ dress that had been sticking to the back of your thighs. It wasn't anything special, just a red mid length dress that fit the Christmas attire that had been mandated but Reuben Fitch himself. Head and only member of the party planning committee. It wasn't anything special, but at least the dress was red, right?

You'd been excited for the staff Christmas party for months up until the moment your doctor had sat you down and handed you a one way ticket to the afterlife. You thought maybe the reason you'd been feeling so unwell over the last few weeks had been an imbalance in your birth control or a shift in seasons or just something, anything other than what your final prognosis had ended up being.

“What can I get you Nut?” Penny asked when she saw you leaning against the bar, card in hand, swinging on the barstool. “The usual?”

“Uh can I get a double Jamison please Pen, on the rocks if you could.” Penny got to work fixing up your order as Jake slipped in beside you. Not turning his head in your direction as he fished his wallet out from the back of his jeans as he sat. The stupid matching Chrismas shirt he wore with Bradley looked ridiculous on him. Only Bradley Bradshaw could pull off a Christmas themed Hawaiian shirt. It wasn't Hangman's usual attire, it looked idiodic on him in the best way possible.

“Another beer if you can Penny, extra tenner on the bar for you too.” Jake was, if anything, a charmer at heart. But despite his ability to smooth talk his way out of any situation and into anyone that had a hole he could put it in, you couldn't stand him. “You seem even more shrewd than usual this afternoon there Nut, not feeling the Christmas cheer?” and he couldn't stand you either. Or so you both led on.

“Bit me.” Penny slid you the class, brown bourbon had never tasted so good before as you downed the double shot you ordered before slamming the glass back down. It wasn't the best move you could have made because the second you swallowed? Your stomach churned. “I gotta go.” You were quick for a woman who could barely walk in heels, racing towards the nearest exit without so much as causing a scene. Leaving Jake in your dust as he almost gave himself whiplash trying to crain his head fast enough to keep up.

“Wait, hold on the parties just getting started?” Jake took the beer bottle from Penny, being gentleman enough to say a quick thankyou her way before making a dash after you towards the front door. “Nwet hold on!” Your call sign had you as the Goddess of the sky. The name originating from Egyptian Mythology, but for some reason or another that had been shortened even further. Everyone just called you Nut for short.

“Not now Hangman, I’m serious I’m not fee–” You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence before you were throwing up the contents of your stomach in the nearest pot plant on the front deck. Down on your knees as your hands gripped at the ceramic. Coughing and splattering as Jake put his beer down on the railing and balled your hair into his first to keep it from falling into the backsplash.

“Alright, I'm cutting you off killer, how much have you had to drink?” Jake crouched down beside you as you sat back on your heels, whipping your mouth on your forearm. “You good?”

“Get me another drink and I'll be even better.” You had heard loud and clear what Jake had said but just chose to ignore it. You didn't have much choice anymore. Jake just looked at you like you were on another planet. His eyes wide as his mouth fell slightly open in shock. There weren't many people who could render Jake Seresin speechless–but you always seemed to manage.

It was the same look he gave you whenever you'd get into a heated argument over training sessions or whenever you’d go head to head in another one of your PTI’s latest workouts. The same look he gave you when you said you were fine when you had to miss the last few days of flight training, the same look he gave you when he found you making your doctor's appointment in the rec room between his runs. He looked at you like you hung the stars in the night sky just for him and once he’d finished admiring them you'd knock them out of the sky just to watch them shatter before him. Unpredictable and oh so beautiful.

“Uh, no–I'm not gonna get you another drink when you're throwing up in Pennys plants.”

“It's not the alcoholic, Jake.” You sighed out in response as you pressed your palm to your forehead.

“It most definitely is I can smell it on yo–” You didn't know why, out of all the people you could have told first. Your Parents, Your Commanding Officers, any of your colleagues that seemed more and more like family every day, you chose Jake fucking Seresin to drop the biggest life ending bomb on. The worst Christmas Present ever. Deep deep down you knew exactly why. But there was no time left to figure it out now.

“Jake it's not the Alcohol.” You cut him off, shutting your eyes as tight as you could because you couldn't look at him when you told him. “It's cancer.”

“What?” When you opened your eyes again Jake's expression had softened to something you’d never seen before. “What do you mean it's cancer?” This couldn't really be happening could it? You wouldn't be cruel enough to play such a sick joke on him. But with the way you were looking at him right now? Jake felt his heart collapse into his stomach. The love of his life had cancer? “What do you mean by cancer Y/n?” Jake repeated as he brushed your hair away from your shoulder. “You aren’t being serious right now are you?” You didn’t respond right away because you were stunned at the saddened and stunned look Hangman had been stricken by.

“What I mean by cancer is that I have a shelf life.” You tried to make the moment a little more lighthearted. “A cosmic fuck you when you were just getting started huh.” It was the hardest thing you'd ever done, to sit in front of the man you loved to hate and hated to love and tell him you were dying. You hadn’t even had a chance to see what you could have been. You'd both been too caught up playing the long con that you'd wasted whatever time you had.

“What's the uh–?” Jake didn't know how to ask as he stood with you and moved over to the nearest table that was clear and free. “What's the prognosis?”

“Stage three Pancreatic–well basically stage four but—” Silence fell as Jake sat beside you completely stunned. His mind was running a million miles an hour, thinking of all the times you’d smiled at him. Beamed his way whenever he taunted you or teased you for something stupid and meaningless. You took everything like a champ because you could dish it out in return. He’d learnt to expect an elbow to the ribs whenever you had this one particular look in your eye.

“And what's the going rate for stage three?” Jake wanted to hear you say at least something promising, but that wasn’t the case at all.

“Two Percent, Doc said even that was being generous.” His heart stopped for a moment. This wasn’t happening, not to you. Not to the one woman he had ever loved.

“Okay but what about chemo? What about other treatments that could surely raise that number up right?”

“Oh, I ah–I don't wanna do any treatment.” That knocked the wind right out of Jake, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Like the entire world had just been knocked out from under his feet. “I saw what it did to my friend's mother Cathy, she spent whatever time she had left being pumped full of poison, because of it she became so weak she couldn't enjoy the things she could have been while she still had time.”

“You can't not try Y/n.” Jake had moved as close to you as he possibly could. So much so it was easy enough for you to accept your own mortality with your head resting gently on his shoulder. “It's probably really selfish of me to say this but I'm not ready to just let you go.”

“Please, spare me the hallmark card sympathies Seresin.” Scoffing, you took the beer bottle Jake had been sipping infrequently on. Taking a gulp of the yeasty beverage. “I don't need you treating me any differently now that you know I'm practically worm food.” It was the way Jake looked at you like he couldn't believe what you had just said. Did you expect him not to laugh or something? Strifally back a laugh so pure Jake waited for you to crack first, the symphony of highs and lows that sounded like the most prim and proper orchestra surrounded him as you laughed with him.

“When did you find out? You seem to be dealing with the inevitability of it all well.”

“About fifty minutes before I told you.” The smile had been whipped clean from Jake's face once again. The laughter that had just filled the atmosphere around you both now replaced with silence so heavy you were sure you had just been buried alive. “I haven't told anyone, and I wasn't planning to either.”

Although you and Jake pretended most days to loathe each other's existence, there was no real animosity there. It was simply a childish act. Your mother had told you at an early age that boys who pulled your pony tail on the playground at school must have liked you. So you learnt play rough too, showing your affection by taunting and teasing between lingering eyes and daydreams of what it would be like to be with Jake as more than just whatever the fuck you were.

“Why did you tell me? I mean I thought I would have been the last person on earth you would have spilled your darkest secrets to.” Jake felt nothing but content when you let your head fall back to his shoulder. He decided this time though to wrap a comforting arm around you—drawing you further into his side.

“Believe it or not you were the first person who came to mind when I was told.” You'd thought about what Jake would say. If he’d even say anything at all when he found out, if he’d change the way he treated you or if there would be a small part of him that would be relieved that you wouldn't be around to annoy him anymore or challenge him whenever he thought he was better than you. “I thought maybe you’d be a good person to tell because you wouldnt look at me like I was weak.”

“If there’s one thing you are, it's not weak.” Jake shook his head as he finished the remains of his beer. Standing as he offered you a hand. “Come on, we’re getting out of here.”

“What? Where are we going?” You didn’t protest all that much—knowing what Jake had in mind was probably better than wallowing in self pity. You took his hand gracefully as he guided you to stand, meeting his gaze yet again.

“We’re gonna go back to your place—“

“Oh, as if you would.” You cracked a smile as Jake looked at you a little confused. “I’m dying Hangman, don’t get that confused with desperate.” It wasn’t that you wouldn’t, you would in a heartbeat—but the feeling you got from your back and forth taunting just made the prize all the more worth it. Jake just stood in front of you, eyes trailing from your gaze to your lips then back to

Your eyes. Committing every last detail of your face to his long term memory.

“I didn’t mean it like that, but we’re going back to yours.”

“I told Payback I’d play a game of pool with him.” You explained as you tried to push past Jake, all he did was grip your wrist, stopping you from getting any further away from him. “Jesus Christ Jake what has gotten into you?” You stood there questioning his sudden need to be overbearing.

“You just told me you have terminal cancer and you’re asking me what’s gotten into me! Jesus Y/n.” Jake let go of your wrist as he ran his hands through his hair, extinguishing a frustrated sigh as he looked anywhere but directly at you when he let his guard down. Nothing good ever came with Jake Seresin let his guard down, so he didn’t do it all that often. “I was just told the woman I’ve been obsessed with for the last year is dying and there’s literally not a single thing that I can do to stop it!” You let your walls down almost instantly at the confirmation, softening your shoulders and letting yourself just enjoy the satisfaction of the moment you thought would never come. Jake knew you were thinking—he could practically see the cogs turning in your head as you stood before him smirking a bashful smile. Suddenly doe eyed and willing to step a little closer. “What?” Jake scoffed as his lips curled into a smile that matched yours. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“So you’re obsessed with me huh?”

“That’s your take on this whole situation?”

“Oh yeah—“ Wrapping your arms around the back of Jake's neck you drew him all the more closer as his hands instinctively went to your hips. “Because I didn’t have to admit that I’m obsessed with you first.” You really didn’t give him a second to respond with some witty remark on how he was just saying it because he felt sorry for you—instead you let your lips press against Jakes softly. Testing the waters before diving into the deep end. Pulling back as you slowly opened your eyes. “It’s not fair of me to ask you to love me, especially knowing what you know—“ It was Jake's turn to cut you off before you could try and talk him out of spending whatever time you had left right by your side. His lips connected with yours as his hands came up to cup your cheeks as your tongue danced with his. Savoring every second because you’d always wondered what type of kisser Jake Seresin was. The answer? He knew what he was doing.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t.” Pulling away momentarily Jake tan the pads of his thumbs across your flushed cheeks. “How long?” Jake didn’t really want to know the answer but he knew deep down it wouldn’t be long.

“Anywhere between six months to a year.” It broke your heart the way Jake dropped his chin slightly at the realisation. “Depends on my lifestyle.”

“Then I’m gonna be by your side for the next six to twelve months.” Jake promised as he held his hand up to wrap his pinky with yours. “Till the end of the line.”

***~***~***~***~***~

Not a single person had seen you or Jake leave the Hard Deck unannounced. Payback had texted you a few times before you decided enough was enough and sent him a quick message saying you were with Jake before placing your phone on do not disturb.

“Okay so you’re sure this one has the built in lighting?” Jake asked just one more time as you both stood back and looked at the piles of broken down Christmas tree that you’d sectioned into piles on your living room floor.

“For the millionth time, yes—“ You’d leant Jake a pair of your ex’s old sweatpants that you’d forgotten you had until he was long gone. They fit snug, but well. In true Hangman style though? He was parading around your house, shirtless. Sweats hanging low leaving very little to the imagination.

“Okay well, let’s start by fanning these prongs out before we attach anything to the trunk.” You’d changed into your Christmas pajamas—a cartoon version of the grinch saying it’s about to get naughty right across your chest. Jake had thought your house would be full of Christmas decorations by now—always the life of every holiday season. But when he stepped through the threshold and saw you hadn’t been bothered he knew that had to change.

Especially if there was a possibility this could be your last Christmas.

“You got your tree up yet?” You asked as soft melodies of Christmas songs played from your speaker, filling the living room as you and Jake sat on the ground amongst a sea of fake Christmas tree. Jake nodded softly as he worked to fluff out the prongs.

“Yep, had it delivered the first of November—got a real one this year.”

“Yeah you would be the type of person to have a real tree wouldn’t you.” It’s not that you had anything against it, it’s just that a real tree always seemed like so much work. “But if I get the chance to see next Christmas, I’ll get a real one.”

“We can go Christmas tree shopping, new ornaments and all.” Jake offered as his pile grew a little faster then yours. “How come you hadn’t put your tree up yet?” He asked, perplexed. “You’re always drowning on about how the holidays are your favourite time of year.” You didn’t answer right away, you were going to make up some lame excuse but then you remembered Jake Seresin was the o my other person besides you general practitioner that knew you were dying. You could tell him.

“I just haven’t really had the energy to.”

“The cancers the reason you haven’t been flying as much isn’t it?”

“Yep.” You popped your lips at the P. “Probably won’t be too long now before I’m stuck behind some desk in the admin building doing some mundane Johnny pencil pusher projects.” Sighing, you reached for another set of prongs. “Even a swivel chair will eventually make me gag—I don't know how much longer I’ll be able to withstand G’s and barrel roll.”

“Well damn Nut, who’s gonna keep the top of my head from popping off?” Jake teased as he came to sit beside you, leaning back on the couch as he legs fell either side of you. Your back to his chest as he took the prongs you were working on from your hands and finished it himself. “You’ve always kept my ego from inflating.”

“God help the crew when I’m dead and gone.” You chuckled softly as you left your sink into Jake's embrace. “You’ll just have to remember who’s the goddess of the sky, I’ll still be around to kick your ass.”

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna manage that killer?”

“I’ll wiggle your ear whenever you do something stupid.” You grinned, reaching up and around to wiggle Jake's earlobe. “Like that, whoever you get a little too hot headed, you’ll feel me.”

“Deal.” Jake smiled softly as he kissed your shoulder from behind. “Now, while I’ll sit here fanning these things out, why don’t you make a list of all the things you wanna do between the next six to twelve months?”

“Like a bucket list?” You asked softly as you lulled your head back to catch the glint in Jake's eyes.

“Exactly, whatever you wanna do, I’ll help you do it.” You really couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Settling back against Jake you started listing off things in your notes app.

“I wanna get a tattoo, something stupid but meaningful—maybe even just something funny.” You’d end up getting a matching tattoo with Jake a few weeks later. Both in the same spot, on your tricep just above your elbow. Two hands pinky promising—till the end of the line written in calligraphy.

“Solid plan, I approve, what else Nut?” Jake reached for another pile to fluff up, almost having made his way through all the pieces.

“I wanna skinny dip at the beach, at night, or even when the suns just starting to set.” Jake takes you. You both strip down and race towards the waters edge. You wrestle and fight until you're hooking your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. Kissing him like you’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain. His hands hold you up by your ass—and you squeal when a rogue wave knocks you both down. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Shameless Y/l/n, but deal—what’s next.” You add about six different things onto your list, telling Jake every single one as you both stand to place all the pieces of your tree together. Deciding that you were both committing to the entire project together. Making a trip into your garage for the ornaments.

“Maybe I should have a threesome?” You held the ladder at the bottom of your manhole Jake had climbed up into to fetch the seasonal box. “Yeah, never had one of those before but maybe it’s worth checking out.”

“Two guys or one guy and one girl?” Jake handed you the box before he jumped down with a soft thud. “Or you and two girls?” You just raised a brow in response. “Hey—“ Jake was quick to hold his hands up in surrender. “I dunno what your sexual preferences are! I’m just being inclusive.” He sent you his signature shit eating grin. “But uh, pencil me down for whatever you decide.”

“You wouldn’t be included in the girl on girl fantasy.” You gained back as Jake took the box back from you, walking side by side down the hall back to your living room.

“But you’re saying there’s a chance I’d be included in the other two choices.” You never do end up having a threesome, it never actually makes the list. “Can’t say I haven’t dreamed of that a few times.”

“Really? Funny that, I had a dream that I dropped you down a well just the other night.” You didn’t even look Jake's way as you fished out a few ornaments and started hanging them on the tree. Jake followed curiously. “And get here you are dreaming of having sex with me?”

“I definitely like my dream a lot better—“ You couldn’t hold back your laugh as you shook your head, turning on your heels to fetch more ornaments.

“I’m not having sex with you Hungman.” Jake raised his eyebrows in response to what you’d called him over your shoulder. “Isn't that what they all call you?”

“Seems a little rude, and also short sighted.” He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, kissing your neck as you tried to pull away. Secretly enjoying the affection you could have been experiencing for a whole year before now. “Add it to your list.”

“I’ll reluctantly add it to my list.” It didn’t take you and Jake all that much time to finish decorating your Christmas tree. Stepping back to admire your work, you turned on the lights and dimmed down your overheads. Jake held his fist out for your to fist bump before he drew you into his side. You had told Jake you’d add to fuck him onto you bucket list—he even watch your write something down into your notes. But it wasn’t that. No—it was something much better.

“Best worst Christmas ever, don’t you think Nut?”

“Best worst Christmas ever Hangman.” Turning into Jake you kissed him once again, only for a fleeting moment. “Thankyou for this, just being here—I felt like I was drowning at the bar.”

“Like I said, till the end of the line.” Kissing the top of your head, you asked Jake to say the night, it was the first time Jake Seresin had slept in the same bed as a woman and he didn’t fuck her. All he did was hold you till you fell sleep—and that’s when for only a few brief moments he let himself cry. He loved you, truly.

***~***~***~***~***~***

Eighteen Months Later //

“Are you thick or are you fucking stupid Rooster!?” Jake barked as he walked down the tarmac towards his wingman. “I said break right and follow back and under—talley two at five o’clock low means exactly that!” Jake was seeing red. “Do you wanna get yourself killed in a real fight?”

“Ease up, we’re alive and we still have the fastest time on the leaderboard—Coyote, Payback and Fanboy are nowhere near us.”

“That’s not the point, Bradshaw! You just didn’t fucking think!” Jake was seething, his face was red and if Bradley looked close enough? He swore he could see steam coming out of Jake's ears. “Something’s gotta be in there—it can’t just be air in that thick—“ Before Jake could finish, he felt a tugging sensation on his left earlobe. Shutting up instantly as he reached up to tug at the phantom sensation.

“Nut got your ear?” Bradley asked as he tapped Hangman on the shoulder, Bradley had been the one Jake confided in when you finally passed on. He didn’t believe in the afterlife until he couldn’t let you go. “Mum used to say dad would whistle around the house, she’d smell his cologne too.” Bradley caught the sun catching on Jake's wedding band. You’d both decided fuck it one night and high tailed it to a Vagas to get hitched. “She’s probably trying to tell you to stop yelling at me!”

Christmas had long passed and Jake still had his dead tree up. Something about taking it down meant saying goodbye and he wasn’t ready to do that. You’d only just managed to make it to new years before deciding you just couldn’t do it anymore. But you were wrapped to have two best worst Christmas’s under your belt.

Jake held you close till you took your last breath, you weren’t in some hospital somewhere hooked up to all sorts of machines. No. You were down by the ocean, in Jake's arms. Talking about how you were so thankful to have completed everything on your lift. The final one being the most important.

“Here—“ Jake remembers you saying softly as you handed him a letter. “I wrote them down so you’ll never forget everything you did for me.”

Jake scanned the page of about fifteen different things you had done together, the last one though he never knew you wrote. He couldn’t help himself as he held you a little tighter, a little closer. He framed the letter and placed it on his bedside table—The tick next to number fifteen his favourite thing of all.

Number 15: Know what it’s like to fall in love on the worst, best Christmas ever.

#jake seresin x y/n #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin fic #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin angst #jake seresin fan fic #top gun hangman

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tomorrow - trent alexander arnold

massive thanks to @cosmic-parker for coming up with the idea and helping me out! i luv you <333 first fic of 2023? wtf- most likely the only fic with how slow i am- hope you enjoy, lots of love, demoooo 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Where are you, baby? Trent types as he soundlessly, but with a slight scamper, strides down the corridor.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing it. And if his best man-the title which caused an abundance of disagreements amidst Andy Robertson, Tyler and Marcel Alexander-Arnold found out he was doing this- it would conclude with an mixture of profanity words. But he’s decided to listen to his heart this time, rather than his head. Taught by his mother- whom was the significant woman in his life, other than you, who is the one tightening his tie tomorrow, fixing his collars as he cries his nervousness for the special day.

Tomorrow was the wedding day of you both. The day you finally would express your love towards each other, not that you don’t every day, though this time in the form of a selection of Vows, drafted by you both. Tomorrow isn’t a day like any other. It’s the moment where your world stops, and for a second, you don’t forget how lucky you are. Trent’s mind had been like a rollercoaster, his emotions mixed all over the place. Even months before the wedding, the boy had been pacing around your house, making sure everything was organised. The final weeks before the day, he’d find himself making silly mistakes during training, or questioning his teammates about how their day to remember proceeded. The man was so in love with you, and that’s why he wants to make sure you know- for the last time as his fiancé.

Your phone buzzes on top of the bathroom counter next to the sink. Just as you’d finished brushing your teeth and wiping your mouth clean with a towel, the screen brightens and a notification pops up.

A giggle leaves your lips as you read the message, heart pounding at the words displayed. A text from Trent voicing ‘where are you?’ makes you shake your head. A deep breath leaving exhaling your nose.

‘In my room, just finished cleaning my teeth. You, okay?’ You type, before placing your phone into your hoodie pocket- selected from a certain scouser’s wardrobe. Claiming if you wasn’t going to be in each other’s presence for at least 24 hours- you’d need something of each other’s.

Not a minute later, your phone is vibrating, causing you to hastily have the gadget back in your hand, eyes glazing over the text.

‘I’m good- just couldn’t sleep. What are you doing now?’

You skim over the dialogue, eyes fixated onto the screen as your hand reaches to turn of the bathroom light. Stepping out of the room, you head towards your bed for the night, placing yourself on top of the sheets to type your response.

‘About to sleep T. My eyes are half dozing as I send this message.’ You note, before switching of your device and placing it aloft the bedside table, slipping into the warmth of the bed sheet. In the twinkling of an eye, the screen pops back on with a flash- lighting up the room. Beside you, laid Rachel Robertson, scrolling through her social media or likely questioning her parents how her children had been. Undoubtedly, herself and Andy were delighted to both be such meaningful positions on yours and Trent’s special day. The four of you spending many days off, switching between either houses, though they were down the road, catching up. The females chuckling at their foolish partners mannerisms. Partly, they were both ecstatic about the idea of having a small break from their children, the young Robertson’s could be a handful at times.

‘Come meet me? In the lobby?’ The message Trent sends presents, inducing a sigh to pass your lips. You tilt your head in the direction of Rachel, weighing up your options. Your head is demanding you to acquiesce with the wedding tradition of not seeing your partner 24 hours before the momentous day. However, something inside you is tempting you to see him.

Eyes peering back to the beaming screen, your fingers type, ‘Trent.’ Lip gnawing in anticipation.

Three dots appear within a flash, replying back to your response.

‘Please baby, I need my goodnight kiss.’ Trent declares, coaxing a smile to form upon your face, cheeks rising with heat.

And this is what persuades you to slide out the bed and slip your trainers on, briskly texting the scouser you’d meet him in 5 minutes. Tying your laces, Rachel grabs your attention-

“Where are you going?” She questions, pupils scanning over yourself- fitted with a pair of joggers, a hoodie of Trent and some trainers.

Beckoning your head within her direction- a puzzled emotion displayed from the Scot. Clearing your throat, you respond. “Just going to head down to the lobby for a minute, grab some water- my head wont shut off.”

She doesn’t interrogate your choices, though you grasped that she knew your response was untruthful, due to your fast pace tone of voice and an even more perplexed expression. She wasn’t going to argue with you over your special day, so attempting to modify your decision was out of her books.

“Okay, don’t be too late.” She smiles, before looking back at phone. That’s your signal to vacate the bedroom and find the scouser waltzing the corridors for you so desperately. “I wont be,” you shake your head, heading towards the door of your hotel room.

Fixed in the hallway of the residence for the night, your eyes scan the walls for a sign leading towards the lobby. To your right, you see an arrow facing the stairs leading to the ground floor, where you supposed your lover would be waiting for you.

Trudging down as you follow the commands stated in front of you, taking a left around the corner where the stairs were located, your body collides with another- a bulked, muscular physique as your head thuds into their chest, a groan leaving your side from the impact.

Your vision leaves the individuals warmth and your eyes glisten up to face the other in front of you.

“Sorry- Oh, T, Hi.” You smile, a slight shock to of seen him so soon.

Trent chuckles at your wonder and bewilderment, bringing his hand up to tickle the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Hi sweet.”

Sight observing a state of anxiousness, you bring your hand to stroke the apple of his cheek, the soft skin warming to your touch. “You alright?” You nod.

Trent sighs, eyes fixating towards the ground. “I’m nervous,” puckering his lips.

Your eyes scrunch in confusion, a tinge of sadness for the scouser makes you want to cuddle him until he cannot breathe. “For what? Talk to me?” you guide.

His eyes still beckon over the sight of your shoes, glued to surface of the carpet. A deep inhale is followed by an breathily exhale. “Everything. Tomorrow, becoming your husband- what if I'm not good enough, the-“ He notes as you cut him off.

“Trent,” You take his larger hand in yours, thumb fondling over the palm. “Come on, what’s making you think like this?” you question.

“I don’t know really. You are so special, and the only girl that’s made me the happiest man ever, I just don’t want to mess things up.” He replies softly. Making your heart thud immensely.

You lean in to peck his lips, a slight tinge of alcohol still present that you knew would be encouraged by his teammates, much to Hendo’s disagreement. As you pull away, your eyes meet his, “Let’s go for a walk outside hm, a bit of fresh air is probably needed.”

The pair of you make it outside, the cold temperature demanding you to snuggle close to each other, the attraction of warmth too pleasurable. You notice a bench in the distance, dragging the 5ft 9 male in the direction of the seating. You both take seat, the view presenting a small lake, lighten by a street lamp.

Your hands never lost contact, the touch becoming comforting to you both. Something one may have required more than the other.

“Talk to me.” You start, your body turning to face the man next to you, in less than 24 hours, you could finally call him your husband, something you had always dreamt of as a little girl.

Trent shrugs, “Just nervous, yknow? Like I don’t want to mess tomorrow up. Its our day, and I know you have been waiting for something so magical since forever.”

Your eyes widen at his words, lip jittering out in despair, “Hey, you aren’t going to ruin tomorrow okay. Its going to be the best day of our lives. Well, I hope it will live up to the champions league final. But I do know that it is going to be immense. You have nothing to worry about.” You nod.

This time Trent’s bringing your face as approach to his, lips meeting yours with an instance. “I love you.” To which you reply back, “I love you too.”

“If anything, I should be the one stressing. What if I fall over in my dress? My shoes, no idea how I'm going to walk in those?” You both share a laugh, Trent hand clutching yours tighter.

“Remember when you had too much to drink at Ox’s birthday party?” you shake your head at his words, eyes closing in embarrassment at your actions. “I even had to hold your shoes when we were leaving cause’ your feet were so sore.”

“That’s going to be me tomorrow.” Tucking your head into Trent’s lap, raising it after his next response.

Trent smiles, “We’ve had some eventful times together.”

Your eyes light up at his words, floods of memories coming back to you. “Remember our first date?”

Now it’s Trent’s turn to shake his head, “When we got mobbed by fans? Can’t say that’s what I had in mind.” He tucks you closer into his chest.

“Still ended the night well though, first kiss in Maccies carpark is unforgettable.” You chuckle.

“The boys still take the piss out of me every time I walk into the changing rooms, should’ve lied and said the night went so smooth- rather than letting them know we ended up stuffing our faces with burgers and fries.”

You gasp, “Can’t believe you went against your dietary requirements. Shocking that!”

Trent chuckles under his breath, “Listen!” His voice raises with the intention of proving his point. “It was me day off, give it a rest babe.”

You giggle at his words, hand leaving his to cover your mouth. “Alright, alright.”

“Now its me turn to tell one of my favourite memories about us.” Trent starts, “Remember when I took ya to see me mural? And ya said you preferred Hendo’s more?”

Covering your eyes in mock shame, “I cant lie, Hendo’s looking pretty good in that painting.”

Trent gasps at the verbalisation he’s heard, “You being serious? He’s a dad!”

The trees in the setting swayed in line with the wind. The breeziness making goose bumps raise upon your skin attributable to the sharp, nail biting cold. Both were snuggled against one another, Trent’s arm perched upon the lower part of your back.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, the pair of you scanning through your camera roll, snickering and yapping about old pictures.

“Aww, you recall this?” Nudging the phone into his hands, the bottom of your back adjusting to the loss of tepidity from the man beside you.

“Of course, I do. One of me favourite moments in my career.” He smirks. “I remember twitter went mad after it. Wanted to show me love and appreciation towards ya in the form of my cherished platform.” Trent responds.

One of the first games you made an appearance to support your partner in, ended with a mass of messages and a collection of butterflies whooshing within your stomach. Trent had decided his next goal occurred would see him performing with a love heart into the crowd. The direction was to yourself and ended with a smile never parting from your features.

“On another note. You are wearing a tie which matches the flowers tomorrow right? No red for Liverpool-“

Trent shakes his head at your mannerisms, rolling his eyes. “Robbo suggested it. Hendo’s sorted it out though. They are both buzzing for me to get married. Jordan keeps saying his son’s growing up.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that followed. When it came to Hendo and Trent. Their friendship was inseparable, similar to him and Andy, though, The age on Henderson made himself perform a father-like figure towards Trent throughout his career. It settled your nerves knowing he had someone to offer love and ease when you weren’t around. Especially times when he was outside of Liverpool, away from you for handful of days, he could struggle. It calmed your nerves knowing he had that someone, and Jordan was more than happy to play that role.

You take a deep breath, “I can’t believe tomorrow is actually the day, finally calling myself an Alexander-Arnold.” A soft grin arising. “Wonder what your vows are going to be like..” You question, lips puckering in the sense of curiosity.

“Me vows? Going to be absolutely breath taking. Worked me arse off writing this essay.” He teases, pressing a peck to your lips.

Shoulders shaking at his response, nodding intensively. Sometimes he did come out with some berserk statements. But it made you love him more and more each day.

Trent grabs your hands into his own, shuffling so you are facing each other, now separated from your snuggled position. He stands up from the bench, fleetly rubbing his hands on his jeans to remove any creases, before placing them back into yours. He nods, “Listen, let me act out how tomorrow is going to go.” He starts, as you giggle. “So, we say our vows- blah blah blah, mine will be the most emotional, heartfelt-“

“Woah.” You stop him, disagreeing with his opinion of his own. “What?” you exclaim.

“Shh, baby. You are interrupting my performance.” Trent snarls, raising a finger to his lips as a visual instruction for you to listen. He starts again, “So we do the vows, astounding the crowd as I do.” You roll your eyes, as he contuines. “I’ll grab the ring, then place it on your finger like this-“ He takes your hand, holding your ring finger in his own, and pretends to slip a ring on. Your heart flutters at his gestures, hand raising to your heart in a state of awe.

“Then once you have done the same for me, and its time to kiss.” He pulls you up from the bench, a thrilling rush flowing through your system, heart pulsating out your chest. “I’ll lean in like this, hopefully me mum’s crying so much she doesn’t see much or ya dad isn't watching for my sake.” He guides your head to face his own, a finger tickling your lower chin. A smirk emerges, as you snake your arms round his neck. He reaches to move the unwanted baby hairs, flourished around your face, tucking them behind your ears.

Trent leans into your features, lips softly attaching your own, moving at a sweet pace, nothing too heavy. He pulled away gently, catching his breath, “Need too,” a second kiss, “Get in,” lips hoover over yours, “as many kisses as possible,” allowing a small amount of tongue to slide in, skimming the tip. “As after tonight,” He presses a kiss to your cheek, “The next will be as husband and wife.” Planting a final smooch to your forehead.

“Trent?” You breathe.

“Mhm.”

“Lets get married baby.”

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crusty-chronicles · 11 months

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Sandwiched between (Ging x Reader x Kite)

Synopsis: Getting a little too drunk, you and your friends start getting frisky. Unfortunately for you, you're sandwiched between a man who wants to ruin you and another who treats you like glass.

Part 2

NSFW, So minors get out 😤

Warnings: threesome, fingering, anal, vaginal sex, drunk sex, friends with benefits kind of, cum, hickies, AFAB reader, slow burn I guess, I love me some exposition okay. 🥺

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It's a bit hazy to you how it started. The feeling of soft kisses under your jaw and the scrape of stubble across your neck had distracted you. Fingers working to rid you of your clothes while others eagerly touched exposed skin.

It must have had something to do with.....

You remembered now.

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It was rare the three of you were in the same place. Ging always on the move searching for new ruins. Kite constantly traveling to complete new surveys on recently discovered species. And you changing labs every now and then to study the stars.

It was miraculous, really, that the three of you had ended up in the same town. A few quick phone calls later, and you had all agreed to meet up at a bar to celebrate the new discoveries. (Although it took a little more convincing for the flakiest of the group to say yes. Namely, saying you'd tell his son where he was if he didn't get his ass over there.)

The bar you'd chosen to meet up in wasn't too crowded. The noise level was decent and the atmosphere was cozy. Surprisingly, Ging was the first one to get there.

Who made sure to let you know when you arrived last.

"Well look who finally decided to make it? I've been waiting for an hour."

You directed your attention to Kite.

"We've only been waiting twenty minutes. He's already on his fifth shot," he said while gesturing to a very pouty Ging.

"Ass, couldn't even wait for me to get here to start drinking." Your tone was teasing as you took your seat.

"Yeah, yeah. What kept you anyways? I mean it was your idea to go out drinking. You'd think the one who suggested it would be here first." Ging grumbled. Reaching for another shot before you stole it from him.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was late. Some braindead idiot lost all the research we gathered. We had to manually log in everything again and make several copies just in case. Such a pain."

You threw your head back and downed the shot. Your face scrunched up at the strong burn in your throat.

"Getting shit-faced tonight, I see?" You noted.

A huff of amusement from your left.

"You'll be more than shit-faced if you keep stealing his drinks. Here, this one's not as strong." Kite nudged a small glass towards you.

You took a swing and were delightfully surprised. The drink was a little sweeter and not too rough going down.

"You know me so well." You wriggled your eyebrows at the taller male, making him thwap the back of your head.

"Ow. Ging, Kite's bullying me." You whined.

"Good. That's what you get for stealing my shot. You owe me fifty cents for that by the way."

"Fifty cents? You're such an ass."

With the drinks flowing, you all became a little looser. Laughing and shoving each other for what felt like the first time in years. Faces tinted rosy shades from the alcohol. It was a pleasant change of pace from working tirelessly as Hunters.

"So what did you find?" You questioned Ging.

"Believe it or not we excavated a bunch of tombs. There was some dead language scrawled on the top of them that we're probably gonna decipher tomorrow."

"You got pictures?"

"The association doesn't really want that stuff out there yet."

The three of you looked at each other in silence for a second. Then drunken laughter rang out.

"Yeah fuck that, I've got ten. Wanna see?"

Ging pulled out his phone and placed it in the middle. He leaned over your right shoulder while Kite leaned over your left. Sarcophagus-like tombs were displayed on the screen.

"Okay Mr. Lurka Ruins. Fancy stuff." You then turned your head to address Kite.

"And you? What freaky little creatures did you find?" Your words were starting to become slightly slurred.

"My team and I managed to discover fifteen new species of insect."

You opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off.

"And before you ask, yes I did snag a few pictures. Here."

You sat contently as Kite's phone swapped with Ging's in the middle. Your eyes lit up with each new bug.

"You found those all here?"

"Yeah.... Now what have you been up to?"

Both men watched as you giddily reached in your pocket.

"Not to brag buuuut- Guess who discovered a planet!!!"

You switched on your phone and proudly showed your lock screen. A dark blue orb with black rings of stardust.

Ging let out a low whistle before speaking.

"Damn, not too shabby. Your little telescope picked that up?"

You nodded enthusiastically, a sight that was endearing.

"Hell yeah! And I'm working on a better model to be able to make out the details better. Three stars here I come!"

You had accidentally leaned you all the way back into Kite. You flashed a bright smile from your position. He grinned back before continuing the conversation.

"And you're gonna make sure to apply for it right? You're not gonna be lazy like Ging."

A protest of 'Hey' from the scuffed-up Hunter as you righted yourself up.

"Nope. Ging always sets the worst examples, like parenting." An offended gasp was heard.

"Kite, Y/n's bullying me!"

You stuck your tongue out.

"Can't you two argue without putting me in the middle?" Kite said, his tone exasperated.

Your playful banter with your friends was cut off by a stranger approaching. A tap on your shoulder had you swiveling around on the barstool.

"Can I help you?" You figured whoever it was just wanted directions.

Unbeknownst to you, it was some skeez who was hoping to get lucky tonight. He noticed you sitting down, along with your choice of company. A very scuffed up looking man who was probably homeless and wandered into the bar. And another gaunt dude who looked like a fragile push over.

Obviously you were in need of someone better. A pretty thing like you would do wonders for him.

"You most definitely can."

The semi-sober one of the group, Kite, was able to pick out this guy's predatory tone easily. A look at Ging told him he wasn't too fond of this stranger either.

"Why don't you ditch these losers and spend your night with a real man?" The skeez had a smug smirk on his face.

You, however, were not amused.

"Excuse me?" You weren't too thrilled about some stranger ruining your night with your friends. But this guy didn't take the hint.

"No need to be shy. I promise you'll enjoy yourself if you come home with me tonight."

You laughed, but it was a mocking one. And even though both men wouldn't have hesitated to put this guy in his place, they knew you could handle it yourself. Plus, you'd probably be upset if one of them tried to step in.

"Ten bucks says they kick his ass." Ging addressed from over your shoulder.

"Twenty says we get kicked out for it." Kite added.

Attention was back on you as you slammed your drink down at the guy's pestering.

"C'mon, don't be difficult. I can give you double than what these guys are paying."

Yeah that dude was fucked.

"Well 'these guys' can probably fuck me better with their fingers than you can with your two centimeter dick. And it's kinda sad, dont'cha think? Paying someone to touch you because no sane person would ever try?"

The skeez froze. Anger replacing his smug expression.

"You know what, you're a slut anyways."

Ging looked over at Kite once more.

"Fifty says we have to pay for damages."

You shot up from your seat and approached the man. The anger turning into shock as you lifted him by his collar and slammed him through a table. You were very respected in your field, and they knew you wouldn't take being talked down to. Plus, your already short fuse was made even shorter thanks to the drinks running through your system.

You wiped your hands on your slacks and returned to your seat.

"Fucking hell. There goes my night." The bartender eyed you as you sat down. You quickly offered up your card.

"Here, for the table."

Your expression turned grumpy, turning to look behind at the mess you made and grumbling out profanities.

"Think it's a sign I should stop drinking?" You asked.

"You should. But are you really gonna commit after you've been pissed off?" Kite responded, trying to help distract you.

"Absolutely not. If anything, I'm gonna destroy my liver and get the biggest hangover of my life tomorrow."

Even though the conversation started to shift little by little, a certain Ruins Hunter couldn't shake your earlier words out of his head.

'Well 'these guys' can probably fuck me better with their fingers than you can-'

An idea said so offhandedly, it shouldn't be taken seriously. Yet here he was, unable to rid the image of you spread out so nicely, crying at the way his fingers hit all the right spots inside you.

A thought he would blame on the alcohol for fogging up his good judgement.

And it had him thinking. Maybe both of you could celebrate in a different way tonight. To be fair, you were all just about to be kicked out of this shit bar for using that guy to destroy the table. Besides, if you got uncomfortable, he'd stop and that would be that. No harm no foul.

So he leaned over, stubble brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"You know, if you really wanted to test that earlier theory out, I'm open to it."

You choked on your drink the moment those words left his mouth. Immediately your face went a darker shade and you sputtered for a response.

"You are honestly the worst." Your eyes looked everywhere but at him.

"Yeah, but I think I know my way around a body or two. Let's have some fun tonight. We did come all this way to 'celebrate.'" Then a bite to your lobe.

And the touch wasn't unwelcome. The advances weren't icky like that other drunk's. They made you feel hot and bothered in a very good way. Maybe it was the buzz of alcohol in your system. Maybe it was because you knew Ging so well. Or maybe, just maybe, it had to do with the fact that your other friend was right next to you watching.

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Kite knew what Ging was doing, and he wasn't too happy about it. The dirty things being whispered in your ear had your legs squeezing themselves together. Your reaction was very much positive. And he wouldn't deny your earlier words having an effect on him too. But he was not about to let his best friend whisk you away to go fuck somewhere.

At least not without trying to woo you himself first.

Cautiously, he placed his hand on your thigh. The act catching you off guard and effectively sending shivers down your spine.

Heat starting to pool in your stomach from both of their ministrations.

Kite flashed you an innocent look when you directed your attention towards him. Hand inching higher up your thigh, lightly caressing your covered skin.

Then another lustful murmur in your ear from Ging.

"Looks like someone else wants to have fun. Think you have enough room to fit the both of us inside?"

The thought had you squirming. And as tempting as it was, this was neither the time nor place.

"Both of you behave. We're in public." But the hand on your thigh dipped between your legs and the lips against your ear trailed down to your neck.

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You'd given in quickly after that, dragging the both of them out and towards your apartment. Which was fortunately close by. And thank god it was because as soon as you opened the door, enthusiastic hands were back on you.

"Play nice," You warned after Ging had turned your head away from Kite's to stick his tongue down your throat.

A grumble, but no further protest as you all stumbled towards your bed.

A soft kiss that turned feral from the silver haired hunter. Bottom lip being tugged by his teeth. You gasped lightly at the suckling sensation on your neck from the other male. Both of them working together to rid you of your shirt.

"Feel good? No regrets?" The question was mumbled against your skin by Kite.

How sweet.

Your bra was quickly discarded and one of your nipples was enveloped by Ging's mouth.

"Mmm, feels great. But you're both going a little slow." You pulled away from the duo and shimmied out of your pants. A noticeable damp spot on your panties as you spread your legs open.

"Fingers only. And if you can make me cum in twenty minutes, we can do whatever you want. Sound fair?"

If they weren't hard before, they most certainly were now. A shared look between the two. It would be a team effort.

You were pushed lightly down on the mattress and watched as troublesome clothing was discarded. Hats and cloaks thrown to the side so they wouldn't get in the way. You let out a noise of disapproval as your poor underwear was ripped to shreds.

"Here, get these wet for me." Ging placed two of his fingers in front of your mouth. You obeyed and suckled on his calloused digits.

"Help us get you started, okay?" A different set of fingers placed themselves against your lips. You opened up and let them slide in. Your warm tongue taking turns wrapping around each one.

Your mouth would definitely be a point of interest later.

Even though you were soaking at this point, it didn't hurt to add a little more natural lubricant. In fact, it would probably feel even better.

Once they were sure their fingers were wet enough, they were removed from your mouth with a 'pop.' Never one for patience, Ging quickly thrusted his fingers inside your welcoming hole. You let out a hiss from the stretch that turned into a whine as Kite applied delicious pressure against your clit.

"Fuck!" Neither of them were going slow. If anything, they were speeding up at the sound of your pleasured cries. The fingers thrusting into your cunt grazing your g-spot. The ones circling your sensitive bundle of nerves were precise and unrelenting.

You feebly moved your hips to try and match their pace. A feeling of pride and smugness at the fact that you were coming undone so quickly. That yes, their fingers were proving to be more than enough for you.

But you needed to reach your high faster if other activities were to happen. The sooner you did, the better the night would get.

"Let's switch," Ging suggested. Kite stopped his movements for a second to hear him out.

"Your fingers are a little longer and mine are more calloused. Worth a shot, dont'cha think?"

A devious smirk made its way onto the taller male's face, understanding what Ging was getting at.

"Oh most definitely."

You were left confused as both men pulled away. Only to practically scream as bigger fingers plunged into your needy cunt and repeatedly hit your g-spot, along with rougher ones abusing your puffy clit. It was different than before. Better.

And the combined stimulation had your legs shaking. The coil in your stomach tightening at an alarming pace.

"Right there!" You encouraged. The fast pace from before was back. A few more well-coordinated movements and you were cumming hard.

Your legs fighting to close, but the death grip on your thighs prevented them from doing so. Both men wanting to see your climax in full.

The tremors going through your body. The way your hands fisted the sheets above you. Your pussy clenching around nothing as Kite removed his fingers. And your release leaking down your legs.

It took you a second to catch your breath. The haze in your mind clearing up and noticing the lustful stares from your friends.

"How long was that?" You asked. Regardless, you'd still let them do what they pleased with you. You were in no rush to cut tonight short after that.

"Fifteen minutes." Ging proudly announced.

You let out a small laugh.

"Hey what's funny!?!"

"You being so excited, stupid."

A small slurping sound interrupted your banter. The need in your core was back as you watched Kite lick his fingers clean of your juices.

He flashed you a wolfish grin when he met your gaze.

These men would be the death of you.

"So what's next? You fuck me?" Maybe you were a tad bit more excited than you should be. But after seeing what they could do with just their fingers, you were eager to see what they could accomplish with more.

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea." Ging said, discarding his shirt before moving to undo his pants.

"Who would you want inside?" Kite asked, starting to strip down as well. Your answer was immediate.

"You, obviously."

"What!?!? Why does Kite get to be inside!?!" Ging complained. You gave a small glare in return.

"Remind me again which one of us has a kid? Maybe if you'd brought a condom I would consider it." It sounded like you were lecturing a child. And in a sense you were, a man child to be exact.

A possessive hand pulled you forward.

"Did you bring a condom?" The question was genuine from Kite, who was not prepared to defend against why he should be the one fucking your cunt instead of a protected Ging.

"Why would I bring one?!?! It's not like I knew I would be having sex tonight!!! And you didn't bring one either! It's not fair!" Ging pointed an accusatory finger at the silver haired male.

"Yeah? Well I trust Kite's pull-out game a helluva lot better than I trust yours. Zero beats one," You butted in.

"Fine, but if you get pregnant we'll all know who the father is."

"And I'll probably be a better one than you," Kite defended.

"No. No, no, no. I am not getting knocked up. You-," you pointed at Kite. "Are going to pull out. I'll buy some plan b in the morning. And you-," you pointed at Ging this time. "Need to decide where or what you want to fuck."

A beat of silence.

"I want your ass. Good with that?" A fair trade if he was being honest. He'd get to hear you scream and fuck the next best thing.

"I can make peace with that. So do we just...." You'd never been in a situation like this before. You didn't know who went where or what the proper position would be. All three of you on shaky knees on top of your bed. It was new territory that not even the wonders of booze could downplay.

"Here. Face me. Arms up here. And wait for Ging to go in first. Then we'll ease you down on me. Okay?" Kite's directions were comforting. His soft tone doing wonders to relax your body.

So you listened and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, waiting patiently for the man behind you to make his move.

You felt a finger prod at your ass and jumped.

"What? You've never had something in your ass before?" You weren't too fond of the teasing tone Ging had.

"No shit Sherlock. So you better go slow. And be damn grateful you're the first one I let in there!" You threw over your shoulder.

A finger pushed into you, the feeling foreign. Your body tensed up at the unfamiliar intrusion.

"Relax, it won't hurt that bad." Ging assured.

Another entered. Both thrusting into your ass slowly, spreading your tight ring of muscles open. Prepping you for his achy cock.

He was desperate to just shove himself in and chase his own high, but you were his friend. And your comfort came first. Even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.

So he took his time getting you accustomed to his fingers. Gently pushing in and out until he added a third.

You made a noise of discomfort at the added stretch. Fingers digging into Kite's shoulders to ground yourself.

"You're doing so good. Just relax, okay? If it hurts you can scratch me. But you'll be fine." A kiss on your pulse from the silver haired Hunter.

You nodded, feeling Ging remove his fingers and something bigger poke at your entrance.

"Take a deep breath and count to three. I'll go as slow as you need. Promise." You were surprised by how sweet Ging was being.

Aww, he cared.

You did as he instructed. You took a deep breath. One. Two. Three-

"SHIT!" You tried to move forward to get away from the burning intrusion, but Kite's grip kept you in place. You didn't know if it hurt so badly because you'd never done anal before, or if Ging was just too big for you to handle.

Either way, you endured the pain as best you could. Nails unfortunately breaking through Kite's skin. A damn shame.

"You're taking me so well. Already halfway in. Just a little more and we can take care of you. Don't be stupid and force yourself if it's too much, kay?"

A jolt of pleasure at Ging's praise. Not enough to dull the pain of your hole being stretched, but it was a start.

The feeling of lips against your neck distracted you. Your grip relaxing slightly.

"Almost there. Let me give you a reward for being so good."

The calloused pads of fingers made their way back to your clit while tender lips made their way to your chest, hand and mouth messing with your perky buds.

The pain was mixing with pleasure in a way that left you breathless. Unable to identify if you liked the combination or not. You felt Ging bottom out at last. He kept still, hands having a steady grip on your hips.

"There we go. Wasn't too bad now, was it?"

You shook your head, body trying its best to get used to the new sensation of having your ass full.

"Told you you'd be fine. Now, are you ready for me?" Kite whispered softly to you.

"I'm ready." You figured this would be the easy part. It was something you'd done before. Something familiar. It wouldn't hurt.

At least that's what you had thought.

Kite rubbed his member against your entrance, gathering slick so he would slip in easily. He aligned himself properly and pushed in slowly. Wanting to savor the feeling of you wrapped around him. He was surprised to feel how tight you were.

He barely registered your nails digging into his shoulders again until he heard you sniffle. Looking up, he saw you fighting back tears.

Concern for your well-being filled both of them.

But it wasn't because you couldn't handle it. It was just-

"Why the fuck are you both so big!?!" You whined.

It might've not been the best thing to say while both of them were getting adjusted. Neither of them could control their body's response to your words. A harsh snap of the hips from Ging and a hard thrust from Kite at your admission.

"Shit, don't say things like that yet. We're gonna hurt you, dumbass." Ging lectured, trying his best to keep still inside you.

But the thought that they were the biggest you've ever had, was making it very hard.

"S'not my fault. Feels too full inside." Both of your holes wrapped snugly around their cocks.

Another involuntary thrust inside you.

"Just tell us when you're ready. Can't hold back if you keep talking." Kite groaned against your ear, having fully bottomed out.

Your body felt hot, unused to being filled so well. Core burning with need at the fact. You were in for a long night.

"Okay. Go."

You felt them pull out slightly, the sting from your ass slowly dissipating while the uncomfortable stretch to your cunt became pleasurable.

Both setting a slow pace to get you used to the feeling. Lengths dragging against your sensitive walls until it drove you crazy. You might not be able to walk properly tomorrow.

"Faster, please." Your voice shaky with your request.

Hands around your hips tightened along with another set above them.

"I thought you'd never ask," Was Ging's cheeky response before ramming himself back in. The sudden harshness from his movements earning a gasp. The force making you crash into Kite's chest.

"Make sure to let us know if it's too much." Soft words before he righted you up and started slamming into you.

Immediately your eyes lulled up into your skull. Your cunt and ass taking them over and over. A loud squelching starting to fill the room. Grunts and groans sounding in your ears.

You couldn't help but throw your head back at a perfectly coordinated thrust from both. With your neck bared open, rough lips quickly attached themselves to the skin.

Your arms reached behind you to pull Ging closer, encouraging his assault against your neck. Crying out as he bit down on a sensitive spot.

You were vaguely aware of another set of lips trailing down to your chest. Eyes widening as a wet heat enveloped one of your nipples. Tongue lapping the sensitive bud before switching to the other.

You moved one of your arms back down and fisted silver locks, tugging Kite closer to your chest. The feeling of both mouths on you causing your holes to clench down.

It was getting harder and harder to form a coherent thought. Your throat going sore from your cries. Your poor body caught in a tug of war between the two men. Arms wrapped tightly around your body to angle themselves better.

Cocks hitting you in all the right places even though their movements greatly differed.

Ging's were fast and erratic, like he was jackrabbiting into you. Kite's were deep and sensual, like he was savoring your warmth.

It was hard to tell which you liked more. The brutal pace inside your ass stretching you like no one else had. Or the loving one inside your pussy that opened you up nice and slowly.

It didn't matter either way. What mattered was the way both had you seeing stars behind your eyes at the unwavering pleasure.

Your head was turned sharply to the side. Rough lips covering yours with an eager tongue slipping past. A groan from the Ruins Hunter as your tongues danced together, the taste of liquor a friendly reminder of tonight's earlier events.

Your head was guided away from him and towards a softer pair of lips. Kissing you tenderly before licking your lips for entrance. You obeyed and whined as Kite's tongue swiped across the roof of your mouth, getting a proper taste of you.

He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

The sight had your body tensing up and clenching down as your orgasm approached. You felt a smirk against your shoulder before a husky voice filled your ears.

"You liked being fucked, huh? Like having your little ass pounded into? Like Kite's cock splitting you open? Gonna cum already? You're such a baby."

Heat flooded your belly at Ging's words. Grinding your hips back into him as the coil wound itself tighter. Then there was a gentler voice in your other ear. One that was less cruel but had a very similar effect.

"That's it. You're squeezing me so tight. You enjoying yourself? Feel nice fucking your best friends? Cuz it sure as hell feels nice fucking you."

Your head felt dizzy from the different tone in words. Both making your slick drip down in between your bodies. You just couldn't hold on anymore, the shafts pounding into your holes becoming too much.

"Cumming! Gonna make me cu-ahh!" You let out a scream at the feeling of fingers rubbing against your clit once again. And it would have been comical to see both fighting and swatting the other away to touch your sensitive nub.

Key word: would've.

But the added sensation only had your mind going blank. The coil snapping as you spasmed around Kite's cock and clenched down on Ging's. The pleasured little ripples letting them know you'd reached your high.

Neither of them stopped to let you catch your breath. Even as tears of overstimulation started to form. You were just so nice and tight around them. Your gooey walls discouraging them from pulling out.

Until Ging got the bright idea to change things up a bit. This position was a little awkward and you did just cum twice.

You were lifted and swiftly pulled off Kite's cock, much to his displeasure and confusion.

"Wh-? Hey!"

"We'll have more fun this way."

You were set down ass up and face in front of Kite's dick. If you were being honest, you didn't mind this new change of position. The only thing you missed was being filled up so perfectly by both men. But this would do just fine.

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An: A cliffhanger??? Yes, now all of you go to horny jail. I'll finish up part two later this week. I didn't expect it to be this long so the original warnings are gonna change around a bit.

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jackhues · 1 year

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(mockingbird au!) family - jack hughes, platonic!quinn hughes

concept: y/n had a shitty relationship with her dad growing up. knowing this, quinn steps up as an older brother/dad figure, always making sure y/n knows they're loved and part of the family (loosely based off of mockingbird by eminem)

idea credits: @babydollmarauders this is my fav thing ever ily for thinking of it <3

notes: this is an au! so i've got LOTS of ideas for this, and i don't think i can fit it all in one fic. basically, what's gonna happen is this is one scenario of quinn being an older brother figure, and many more will come. you guys can request certain scenarios, and even with other hughes siblings just showcasing their dynamic (just specify ur request is for the au!) also, there's gonna be a lot more build up with how quinn cares for the reader, so be ready for that in the upcoming parts

mockingbird! au request rules!

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gif not mine!

“wait for me!”

jack kissed your cheek quickly, “i love you, see you soon!” running towards the boys that were already outside and waiting on him.

you were spending the summer in michigan with your boyfriend, jack. you’d hung out with his family and friends a few times before and for some reason, managed to fit in better with them then with most of your real family.

jack was going wakesurfing with his brothers and friends, leaving you and ellen hughes to spend a girls’ day together.

“you sure you don’t want to come?” quinn asked you, walking at a leisure pace even though he was late. you weren’t sure if he didn’t realize he was late, or just didn’t care.

“i’m good,” you laughed a bit. “i’d rather not be the only girl out there today. we all know i’d be the babysitter.”

“of course, quinn’s got that position because you’re not there,” ellen grinned, holding out a hand for the maple syrup.

you passed it to her, giving quinn a suspicious glance, “you just want me to come because you don’t want to babysit? wow, q, just wow,” you shook your head in disappointment.

quinn rolled his eyes lightly, grabbing a waffle and shoving it in his mouth. “no, seriously, y/n. i won’t make you babysit anyone. if they die, that’s on them. you’d enjoy coming with us. we’re heading out on the boat, going wakesurfing, and we’ll probably swim a bit before heading home. it’s gonna be a chill day, you won’t have to babysit.”

you thought about it, but shook your head, “thanks for the offer, q. but… i’ve got a very fun day planned with my mother over here.”

ellen smiled, blowing a kiss in your direction before sticking her tongue out at quinn.

“okay, but you still need to learn how to wakesurf,” he told you. “it’s a life skill, especially for a hughes. you’ve got to learn. tomorrow, i’m taking you, jack, and luke out to the lake. you better be ready.”

“you should be ready,” you told him, motioning towards the door. “the rest of the boys are gone already.”

quinn made a face, looking towards the door.

“shit!” his jaw dropped, finally realizing everyone else had gone. he pressed a quick kiss to his mother and your heads, rushing out the door to catch up with them.

you and ellen shared an exasperated look, laughing.

“he’s too funny,” you muttered.

“he would’ve been on time if he hadn’t spent so long trying to convince you to join them,” ellen pointed out.

“careful, mama hughes,” you tried not to laugh. “you’re letting your favourite child show.”

she laughed loudly at that, “oh please! the boys know you’ve been my favourite since the second jack brought you home. they’ve all accepted it at this point.”

you took another bite of your breakfast, laughing along as you and ellen spoke about anything and everything.

you’d never had a relationship like this with your mother: one where you could speak freely, laugh loudly, and just be happy. she tried to be good, you knew that, but it wasn’t easy. with your father and his controlling personality, there wasn’t much your mother could do for you. you’d forgiven her for how she dismissed his actions through the years, but you weren’t ready to keep your relationship with her.

your dad on the other hand, you hadn’t forgiven him nor were you ready to accept a father-daughter relationship with him. he was distant growing up, never really there for you. he’d comment on what you wore, who you went out with, what you did. every little thing he could find a flaw in, he’d bring it up with you.

with it just being the three of you, you’d never experienced a love like you did with the hughes family.

ellen and jim were closer to you than you were with your own parents. they dropped you off to your first university volleyball game, wishing you luck and cheering you on in the crowd. they showed up to every playoff game, searching for you before to wish you luck and finding you after to tell you how proud they were.

luke was the ‘baby’ of the family, showered with love by absolutely everyone. when you and jack began dating, he was a little jealous of all the attention you’d been receiving, but the second you told off jack for bothering luke, he’d accepted you wholeheartedly.

jack was your best friend, your other half. he understood you better than everyone, and he made sure to put his knowledge to use. whether you had a bad day, or just wanted a hug, he was always there to put everything aside for you.

quinn was like the older brother you never had. the way he looked out for you, dedicated time to teach you new things (like how to change a tire), you felt accepted. you weren’t sure how much jack told him about your relationship with your dad, but sometimes it felt like quinn tried to show everything you missed out on and was determined to make it up to you.

it was the small things, but every hughes member made you feel like you were one of them.

“okay, now stand,” quinn instructed.

“easier said than done,” you muttered, sitting on top of the board.

quinn had decided that the first step to you learning how to wakesurf was to get you to stand on the board. which sounded easy enough, but was proving to be a difficult task thanks to the waves.

you, jack, quinn, and luke had taken the boat out, preparing you for your first wake surfing lesson. jack and luke were currently out in the water, wake surfing as quinn tried to teach you the basics.

“look at me,” quinn told you. he got up on his own board, adjusting his body as the waves threatened to topple him over. “it’s like any sport,” he told you. “sometimes you fall, but that’s okay. as long as you get back up, you’re going to be fine. come on, y/n. you can do it.”

you hesitated, but of course quinn knew exactly how to get you to agree. you thought back to your childhood - learning how to skate with your friends and falling over more times than you could remember, or scraping your knees every time you went to dive in volleyball, or countless other times you were forced to get back up.

“y/n! y/n! y/n! y/n!” luke and jack chanted as they took the boat past you two.

you laughed, feeling a surge of confidence at their enthusiasm.

taking a deep breath, you got up on the board, nearly flipping over as a wave caught you.

“i got you,” quinn waded over to help you. he adjusted the board, holding it in place as you climbed back on it.

“wait, lemme try again,” you said, shooing quinn away.

“that’s what we’re here for today,” he grinned, moving back to let you on the board.

you got up again, lasting for about three seconds before falling over. it took a while, but as you kept trying, you kept getting better. the fact that luke kept speeding by while holding an ‘L’ out towards you spurred you on greatly.

“take that!” you yelled in his direction as you managed to stand on the board without falling for a solid amount of time.

quinn laughed, “think you’re ready for the boat?”

“fuck yeah!” you grinned, pumping your fist up, then promptly losing your balance.

the three boys laughed, helping you get set up on the board. quinn took the wheel, not trusting jack to drive the boat at the exact speed he wanted. luke had his phone out, ready to record the whole thing. the middle hughes leaned over the back of the boat, giving you pointers and encouraging you.

“all you need to do is get back up,” jack reminded you, squeezing your hand.

“if i fall off, don’t laugh,” you told him, getting a little nervous at the realization that you’d never done anything like this before. it looked fun whenever you saw the guys do it, but the idea of you flying off the back had somehow rooted itself in your brain.

“in the impossible chance that you fall off, i will sacrifice my very perfectly tousled hair to jump into the water and save you,” jack promised.

"wow, big words, j."

you grinned lightly, knowing all three of the boys would go after you if you fell off.

quinn started the boat, causing you to stumble slightly.

“you all right?” he called from the boat.

you shot a thumbs up, grinning as you began to get used to the motion. you’d gone surfing before with the hughes, and this was quite similar to it. as quinn noticed you get more comfortable, he sped up a bit, allowing you to try some beginner tricks.

jack cheered you on, leaning so far over the edge of the boat, he almost fell over into the water. luke, who was recording the whole thing, began to laugh so hard, he tripped over his own feet and lay on the ground, still laughing.

you began to feel your own balance waver as you tried not to laugh at the scene. you waved a hand, calling for quinn to stop the boat. jack helped you up into the boat, giving you a kiss and whispering how proud he was.

“what’s wrong? did you get hurt? did you have fun? is it too hard?” quinn made his way towards you, lost as he’d missed the encounter with the boys.

“i’m fine, i’m fine,” you promised, your cheeks hurting from how hard you were grinning. “i was just - these two are idiots, and i can’t stop laughing.”

luke still lay on the deck of the boat, laughing again at the reminder.

“i didn’t want to fall off because they’re making me laugh,” you told quinn. “but that was so much fun! if it weren’t for the other two, i’d be doing better tricks than the rest of you ever could.”

luke scoffed, before playing the video of jack nearly falling into the water again and laughing.

jack rolled his eyes, grabbing his younger brother and sticking him in a headlock.

you turned back to quinn, a little surprised that you weren’t even shocked when the hughes began wrestling each other.

the first time you saw jack jump on luke and wrestle him, you’d thought they were insane. then quinn told you that’s just how brothers act, before grabbing both of them in a headlock and sending them off.

“you were good out there, y/n/n,” he grinned, patting your head. “by the end of the summer, you’ll be better than the rest of us. trust me.”

you grinned, “thanks, quinn. i wouldn’t have the guts to get on that board if you didn’t convince me. like, if there’s ever a problem with the whole hockey player thing, you’d make an amazing pay-by-the-hour older brother.”

quinn laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement. “meh, i’d much rather be an older brother to my family. even if i don’t get paid while doing it.” he made a face at the sight of luke trying to wriggle his way out of the headlock and jack whispering furiously in his ear, “speaking of not getting paid for being an older brother, that’s my cue to break them up.”

you sat against the seat, smiling to yourself at the sight of the boys just being boys. one of quinn’s sentences made you grin from ear to ear.

he said he’d much rather be an older brother to his family. he’d included you in that.

you were family.

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Best Kept Secret

chapter nineteen : reverence (RE-UPLOAD)

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pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 7.3k

summary : mando takes you to the library in the city!! very cute and innocent day trip!!

warnings, etc. : language, teasing, smut, oral f!recieving, face sitting, din djarin consent king, body worship, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, size kink if you squint, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!

You really want to.

You couldn’t possibly want to more than you currently do.

It’s actually a bit mean. That he’s left you here in this state.

You tidy up the plates, setting them on the vanity before struggling out of your dress for a few minutes until you’re finally free of the damned thing, sulking off to the closet, wrapping yourself in the sheets, and tossing and turning restlessly.

“When you really want to.”

What a ridiculous time to decide to tease. You couldn’t have made your want clearer if you tried, of course it wasn’t just going to be because he had done as you asked, obviously you wanted it. Did you have to make it more blunt? If that’s what he wants you can certainly do that.

If he wants direct you can be direct.

Tomorrow.

Tonight, you’ll have to settle for a pillow shoved between your thighs to try and soothe the heat that’s building there, threatening to boil over.

✩

You’re grumpy in the morning. How could you not be? If anything you’re in a worse mood than you were last night because you’re still pent up and now your head is full of all sorts of ideas about how you can prove just how badly you want to. You're rifling through drawers when the girls get there in the morning.

When you finally turn to look at them you’re triumphantly holding up a white satin nighty, the two girls exchange a look of confusion before helping you dress. Lysa manages to find satin panties that go with it. Perfect.

The next step in your plan is your dress. You tell them specifically that you’re going out again today and that you’d like something a little more casual if possible.

Elaine manages to find exactly what you’re looking for. Of course it’s the furthest thing from casual, you’re expected to keep up appearances, but it’s definitely simpler than anything else they’ve dressed you in. It’s light pink, with layers, thin pieces of chiffon make up the skirt. The sleeves are shorter than you’re used to, and it might be the most breathable gown in your closet. It doesn’t even drag across the floor, the skirt ends at the middle of your calves.

But most importantly, it has buttons in the back, not your usual corset style.

Once you put on a pair of flats you’re feeling rather pleased with their work, other than detangling the sleep from your hair they’ve left it alone.

It’s like the girls can sense your excitement as they swiftly begin to take their leave.

“I’ll have Leo bring you a coin purse before you leave, my lady.” Is the only thing Elaine says before shutting the door behind them. Once they’re gone you rush to the closet, knowing Leo you’ll only have a few minutes. Searching through the pillows in your mess of a makeshift bed you finally find the one containing the book, gingerly opening to where you’ve tucked the necklace Din had given you before holding it up.

The knock on your door has you shoving the book back into the pillow case as you hastily clasp the necklace around your neck. The small silver flower charm dangles from the leather cord as you greet Leo, who hands you a far too large bag of credits before hurrying off. You’re left standing in the doorway staring at the Mandalorian, you give him a wide innocent grin.

“Good morning, Mando.” You hold the credits out to him. “Could you hold these for me please?” You bat your eyelashes at him, you know you’re laying it on a little thick but allegedly this is what he wanted.

He stiffens up a bit, clearly sensing that something is off about you, he hesitates for only a moment before taking them from you.

“Good morning, princess, are you ready to go?” His voice has a certain curiosity to it that only makes you smile wider.

“Of course.” You close the door behind you and he tucks the coin purse into his over the shoulder bag.

You walk very close to him. You can’t remember how to find the main entrance of the castle so he takes the lead. Once you’re in a hallway you’re certain is completely empty you briefly allow yourself to take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“How are you this morning, my kar’ta?” You whisper before dropping his hand, the two of you turning down a hall with a few scattered guards that stand at attention when they see you approaching. He says nothing as you carry on, you smile as you pass them until you begin your descent down a staircase.

“I’m fine… how are you?” You can practically hear him furrowing his brow, you haven’t given him a good enough reason to directly question you yet but you can tell he’s already suspicious of your over the top actions.

“Absolutely wonderful.” You bump your shoulder against his and the modulator buzzes as he starts to say something but you’re already at the front gate and you don’t give him time to as you hold your wrist out to the man you know will attach your tracker, he grumbles as the man insists he wear one as well, warning him not to “lose” it again or we won’t be allowed to take you out anymore.

Before you know it you’re out the gate and making your way down the palace steps towards the landspeeder that is already waiting for the two of you. You stop in front of it before turning to face Din.

“Could you help me up please?” As you say it his helmet tilts ever so slightly to the side but he lifts you by your waist up into the backseat before pulling himself up to sit beside you. A few minutes after you start moving he puts his arm on the back of the seat as he leans down a bit to whisper to you, you know at the speed you're going that the driver can’t hear him.

“I know what you’re up to sarad’ika.” His voice is stern but there’s no actual upset behind it so you turn to smile at him.

He wanted you to want it.

So you’re going to show him just how badly you can want it.

“I have no idea what you mean.” You stare up into the visor through your lashes before you lurch forward slightly.

You’re already there.

“Why didn’t we just walk? It would have taken us less than an hour, it’s right down the street?” You frown as he jumps out, holding his arms out to help you out.

“I didn’t realize you would want to walk.” He says, setting you on the ground.

“Well I would.” You turn to the driver. “Don’t bother coming back, we’ll be walking home.” The woman driving nods before speeding off.

The building is massive. White marble steps lead up to large columns that line the entrance, it must be at least five stories, yet it seems like very few people are going in and out. He watches you take in the size of the building. Aside from the castle, it might be the biggest building on Naboo. Eventually you start making your way up the steps, the Mandalorian following closely behind you, when you reach the top he steps in front of you to hold the door open.

What a gentleman.

You hope for your sake that he’ll be feeling a little less like a gentleman later.

You want to stay focused on your poorly veiled attempts to seduce him but honestly the library is so breathtaking you lose focus of your task for a moment as you take in the shelves. It’s built like a ring, the center of the room is hollow going up, and much to your surprise, down. A railing keeps anyone who gets close from going over and you’re immediately drawn to it, the moment you put your hands on the rail to look down Din puts a protective hand on your waist.

It goes down as far as it goes up, you count six floors below and when you look up you count six above.

His grip tightens when you lean forward to try and see the bottom before pulling you away from the edge.

“I thought you were scared of heights?” He whispers, even though his tone is hushed it stands out in the jarring silence of the building.

“When I don’t expect them, this is fine.” Your eyes are wandering now through the wide expanse of shelves, your library back in the keep is probably the size of just one floor here. Oddly enough you haven’t seen a single person yet, or an employee. “Where is everyone?” His hand moves to the small of your back as he guides you towards the elevator in the back of the circular room.

“Everyone’s working right now, only a few droids are employed here, you’ll see them rolling around at some point.” Once he gets you on the elevator he’s pressing the buttons to take you to the top. You’re waiting for the doors to close as you give him an inquisitive look.

“The top?” He looks at you as you ask it, he’s tapping his foot as he waits for the doors.

“The basement levels are all academic nonsense, we’ll start at the top and work back to the ground floor.” You take a step to the left so your arm is against his. The doors finally shut and the two of you stand in the silence for only a moment before he turns his helmet to glare down at you. You can feel his gaze burning against your face.

If he has something to say he doesn’t voice it. And you’re happy to just rock back and forth on your heels until there’s a ding and the doors open. You step out ahead of him, the roof of the building is glass, sunlight streaming into the shelves. You find yourself quickly engrossed by the multicolored spines that line them. They’re organized by genre, and you currently find yourself surrounded by all the fiction you could ever possibly want.

You’re conflicted because you would love to spend the day trying to get under the Mandalorians skin, (and also just under him in general) but he’s taken you to the one place that might actually be able to distract you.

You can have your cake and eat it too if you play your cards right.

“Could you pick some for me? I loved the one you had me read yesterday, it was so exciting.” You grab his arm as you say it, there aren’t any droids to be seen on this floor and the entire building seems to be lacking cameras.

He begins to scan the shelves as you hold his arm, following next to him.

“So you aren’t up to anything, You’re just in a really good mood today?” His voice is low and secretive as he scans the shelves.

“I’m not you, I’m not always scheming to get the upper hand.” Except that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“You’re hilarious.” He takes something off the shelf tucking it into his bag before carrying on through the stacks.

You do this for a good hour.

You follow him through the maze of shelves, he picks out a book, puts it in his bag, you keep walking.

Eventually you manage to find your favorite. It’s a little funny, the juxtaposition of such an imposing and regal library housing your campy romance novels, but they have such a wide collection you completely forget about the task at hand briefly as you search through them. He wanders off at one point, never completely out of sight but he lets you look in private.

This is a good opportunity to enjoy the library while also making an attempt to work him up.

You look exclusively for books about men wearing helmets. Knights, stormtroopers, clone troopers, a pilot finds his way into the mix. But best of all there’s actually a few Mandalorian ones.

Ravaged by Two Mandalorians, Bound in Beskar, and Unmasking the Alpha (a Mandalorian Erotic Novella)

They all look obscene and if you're being honest, a little ridiculous but you take all three under your arm and go over to him, holding them out.

“Can you put these in your bag please?” You spread them out so he can see all the titles.

“You can’t be serious.” He sounds almost mortified.

“Those ones looked the most interesting to me.” You give him big doe eyes as you say it and he hastily shoves them in his bag before taking your arm and dragging you towards the elevator.

“We’re done on this floor.” Is all he mumbles as he presses the buttons to take you down one.

You had hoped maybe he’d just drag you home but sure, this is fine.

Except the next floor isn’t really all that sexy.

It’s a lot of technical stuff. Machinery, maintenance, all sorts of stuff you know he enjoys so you have no plans to rush him. He goes off on his own so you walk aimlessly until you find something you know he’s fond of.

Classic ships.

You have to flip through four books to find what you’re looking for but eventually you’re staring at the Razor Crest.

It was a military patrol craft, more importantly it’s a gunship. Seems like an odd choice for him, as strong as he is it’s hard to imagine him as a soldier.

He doesn’t seem like the type to follow orders.

“That’s my ship.” He’s looking over your shoulder as you close the book, putting it back in its spot.

“I thought you didn’t have a ship? Wasn’t that the whole reason you took this job?”

“It was my ship. Had a little accident.” He sounds genuinely saddened by the loss.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I never would have met you if it hadn’t happened.”

That would be so sweet if it didn’t make you want him even more.

You settle on a smile.

“Next floor?” You say as you watch a droid roll past, seemingly vacuuming the nonexistent dirt on the carpet.

“Next floor?” You ask.

You’re back in the elevator.

You're on the next floor.

And you’re surprised to find that half of this floor is cook books. It’s a more than thorough collection, covering every sort of thing you can imagine, from every planet you can imagine.

He’s much less interested in this floor but you know exactly what you want.

It’s easy to find the first thing you’re looking for. A book on Naboo deserts. You quickly hand it to him before looking further, when you find the second book you’re looking for it’s just out of your reach.

Which is more than fine.

You stand on your tiptoes, your fingertips barely reaching the shelf it’s on and exactly as you knew he would, Din puts a hand on your waist and reaches up over you to get it, boxing you between the shelves and his body.

You “stumble” a bit in “surprise” when he does. You keep an innocent look on your face as your hips shamelessly grind back against his. His grip on your waist tightens and he holds you still as he gets the book down, turning you around so your back is to the shelves and you’re facing him.

“Really?” He hands you the book you had wanted and you immediately hand it back to him.

“What? You scared me, and this is for you.”

He stares down at it. It’s a children's cookbook. He scoffs, but much to your delight, puts it in his bag.

He clearly has more to say but as you give him yet another innocent smile he sighs and leads you back towards the elevator once more.

He pretends he doesn’t know exactly what you’re doing.

You pretend you don’t see him adjust himself in his flight suit.

You spend all your time on this floor trying to get him flustered. The only time you’re sure it works is when you drop a book and really take your time picking it up.

You catch him clenching and unclenching his fist afterwards.

On the next floor you manage to find your own Mando’a translation book. He hesitates when you hand it to him but eventually puts it in his bag.

On the last floor you tell him how excited you are to go home and read. He nods and any words he has in response seem to get caught in his throat.

When you’re finally done his bag is overflowing with books and you return to the ground floor, he sets them on some sort of scale near the entrance and a number comes up. He inserts about a quarter of the credits from the purse into the machine and then puts the books back into his bag.

“Why did you have to pay? Aren’t we just borrowing these?” He holds the door open for you to leave as you ask, following you out onto the steps.

“You can borrow them, you can also buy them, they’ll replace them quickly, I thought you might want to own some of these.” He leads you down the steps, the city seems to be getting busier, you must have spent your whole day inside without even realizing it.

It’s a beautiful walk back to the castle, you’re actually a little mad you didn’t get to walk this route earlier.

It’s also the first time you’ve seen the people of Naboo outside of the markets.

It’s immediately clear to you why they don’t like Kodo, or you assume, most of the royal family.

It’s clean, and it’s pretty here but you can tell the people are terribly overworked and more than miserable, you find yourself reaching into Din’s bag for the coin purse.

Before you know it you’re walking into the crowds handing out credits to anyone who will take them. Din stays close the entire time, his arm hovering over your waist without really touching you but you aren’t worried.

No one here is going to hurt you.

People come and go quickly with thanks and gentle squeezes of your hands until the bag is empty, once that happens you promise to come back with more another day.

You talk to the people that will get close enough, once the money’s gone most people shoot nervous looks at Din at scurry off but a few stay to chat, mostly older people who hold your hands tightly, you had planned on rushing home initially and making an attempt at tackling the Mandalorian onto the bed but now you want nothing more than to talk to the people.

Your people.

You wish you had talked to them sooner, that you had stopped that day in the markets because they’re all incredibly kind.

It’s probably because you’ve been cooped up and the only times you’ve been out you’ve always been distracted but this is the first time you truly feel like a princess.

The first time you’ve realized that you have subjects.

Once the crowd completely thins, you’re sitting on a bench with an elderly woman who’s holding your hands in hers as she tells you about her daughters store, she sells groceries and food items from what you can tell and you do your best to listen intently. The Mandalorian has given you a bit of space now that people have left, he’s standing against a brick building on the other side of the street, watching patiently.

“He is your protector?” The woman you’ve learned is named Vivian nods in his direction and you smile as his head adjusts slightly, of course he’s listening in.

“Yes. He’s my keeper.” Street lights are beginning to come on as the sun sets, shops around you are closing for the day.

“I haven’t seen a Mandalorian around here in quite some time.” As she speaks a group of children are approaching Din, none of them can be older than five, running around as their parents deal with their last customers of the day.

“He’s the first one I ever met. I thought they’d be different.” Surprisingly, the children aren’t afraid of him. If anything they’re intrigued, unlike the adults they know nothing of Mandalorians, they have yet to feel the unearned hesitancy towards them.

“How so?” The older woman's hands are wrinkled and soft as she holds yours.

“I didn’t think they’d be so kind.” Din crouches down to be at their height, giving the group a small wave. One brave little girl comes right up and slaps her chubby little hands against his knee, when he doesn’t react the rest of the group deems it safe enough to follow suit, soon he’s covered in little ones, all tugging at the Beskar and giggling until he settles on just sitting on the ground, letting them play.

“How is life in the royal family, my lady? Are you enjoying your time in the castle? The people almost didn’t believe you were real, no one’s seen you, we only heard tales of a young woman set to marry prince Harand.” She makes a face as she says his name. So it’s true, they don’t care for him.

“It’s perfectly well.” Your eyes are still focused on Din who is carefully pulling a toddler off of his back to set him down in front of him. It’s the most patient you’ve seen him be, he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest by the onslaught of children, several have taken to just sitting in his lap playing with the belts that go across his chest. “If anything it’s just boring. Not a lot for me to do, just a lot of reading.” The woman hums, content on just watching the children with you once she realizes they’ve caught your attention.

He’s managed to settle the majority down, they all sit in front of him now, a few of the younger ones continue to tug at his armor and one little girl sits on his leg, her dark eyes sparkle in the street lights and her hair is done up in several little buns as she stares up at him in awe. It takes you a second to realize he’s playing a game with them, he holds out both his hands in closed fists towards the closest child, a little Rodian boy who excitedly points to his left hand which he opens to reveal a credit in his palm which he hands to the little one.

You catch a glimpse of his other hand.

There were credits in both of them.

He goes around through all the kids until every single one has won. You don’t realize until he’s done that you had run out of money earlier, he was using his own for this little game.

Once every child gets a chance to win he goes back to being a personal playground, he picks up one excited toddler who was drooling on his pauldron, setting him down in his lap, letting him hold one of his fingers.

“You’re right.” You jump a bit, you’d nearly forgotten you were sitting next to Vivian.

“I’m sorry?” You give her an apologetic smile, you’ve been so focused on Din you’d completely zoned out.

“He is kind.” She gives you a warm smile and you can’t help but smile back at her, she stands and you stand with her, letting her take your arm as you help walk her to her daughters storefront and you promise to visit again soon before returning to Din who is now handing little ones who cling to him to their respective parents. The little girl with the buns in her hair is refusing to let go, her chubby fingers wrapped around his cowl until he reaches into his bag, handing her one of the cakes from the markets before peeling her off of him and handing her to her parents, standing once they’re gone.

“You’re good with them.” When you speak he looks at you and then at the practically empty street before offering up his arm.

No one’s around, what’s the harm?

You take his arm and the two of you walk, the sun completely out of the sky now.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” He says softly. Your eyes are trained on the stars above but he’s staring only at you.

“With your little one?” He pulls you closer as you say it.

“With my little one, yes.”

“I’m going to ask you something, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You tear your eyes from the stars to stare into the visor. He nods and you continue, looking back to the stars. “Who’s his mother?” He laughs slightly when you say it.

“I don’t know, I don’t know who his father is either. Is that all you wanted to ask?”

No. Now you have more questions than ever but you’ve already promised yourself you’d wait until he told you himself. So you nod.

“That’s it.”

“Okay.” He lets go of your arm as you approach the castle and shortens his steps so he’s behind you.

You go through the same routine as last time, turning in your trackers before being let in, you walk in silence up to your chambers. You both know what’s going to happen when you get there. When you open the door you turn to him, giving him the sweetest smile you can muster.

“Wanna come in so we can go through the books?” He hesitates for only a moment before nodding and stepping in. When you close the door you lock it as loudly as possible.

He carefully sets the books that you had picked for yourself onto your vanity along with four he picked out for you.

You walk to the center of the room, humming quietly to yourself as you slip your flats off. He turns when he’s done to look at you, standing firmly in place.

“I like that dress on you.” He says it so quietly you barely catch it, flashing him a smile.

“Thanks, I was hoping you’d like it.” You bunch up the skirt a bit, swaying it back and forth before making your way over to him, your fingers play with his gauntlet.

“Not tonight, princess…” He mumbles as you do which immediately has you frowning.

“I couldn’t possibly want it more Din.” You give him a reassuring look but he still shakes his head.

“What is this about? Seriously, no secrets, why won’t you touch me? I’m giving you permission.”

He’s silent for a moment and when he speaks his voice is small.

“I just got you back, I can’t ruin this again.”

“You won’t.”

“I don’t want you to think this is just sex for me.”

“I know it isn’t.” You bring your hand up to rest flat against his chestplate, over where his heart would be. “How many times have I asked you to leave me be and you have refused? I am asking you to stay and now you won’t do that either.”

“That was different.” His hand rests atop yours.

“How?”

You can tell he’s struggling to find the words but you know to just give him time, let him figure it out on his own. Just when you think he might give up and leave, he speaks.

“When you asked me to leave you alone I stayed because it was my job. It was my duty to protect you.” His visor is trained on your face as he speaks. “Now I leave because you are much more than that. You are not my job anymore, you’re my faith.” Your breath catches in your throat as he says it. “You have made me a devout man, princess.” Your hand moves to rest on the cheek of his helmet and he takes a small step forward before his fingers come up to play with the flower charm on your necklace.

You’re at a bit of a loss for words.

He tends to have that effect on you.

“I don’t just care for you, sarad’ika, I worship you.” His words are soft and hushed.

“Then show me.”

He doesn’t move so you bring your other hand to his helmet, like you’re cradling his face.

“Do you want me?” Your words are stern as you force him to hold your gaze.

“Always.”

“And you said you wouldn’t touch me again unless I wanted you to?”

“Yes.” The hand playing with your necklace drops, and you take a step back.

“I want it Din.” You reach your hands back to the buttons on your dress and with one sharp tug you hear them all clatter to the ground and you let the fabric fall into a heap on the floor. You’re standing before him in the white satin nighty, when he doesn’t move you go to turn off the lights in the room before you walk to the closet, opening the door. “I’m not going to force you if you aren’t ready, but I promise, I want it.” You leave him standing there in the dark, the door to the closet left open as you stand, shuffling through your sheets before clicking on the lamp, turning to give the door one last glance.

In all honesty you expect to hear your bedroom door open and shut.

Much to your surprise he’s standing in the doorway of the closet, the lamp light flickers off of the silver steel of his armor and he shuts the door behind him before he takes only a couple long strides to stand before you.

No words are spoken as he kneels in front of you, his hands holding your hips as you stare down at him.

“You want me to show you?” He whispers it in the dim glow that surrounds the two of you. You only nod in response. His hands move down your sides, down your bare thighs, your calves and your ankles before tracing right back up. “You’ll let me worship you?”

“Yes.” You whisper back to him and his hand reaches over as he turns off the lamp.

In the darkness you hear him shedding his armor, he stays in front of you, on his knees as he does.

You count the pieces of metal as they hit the floor.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

And finally there’s that hiss of air.

Eight.

His hands pull you down to your knees so you’re face to face with him and he guides your hands to the zippers on his flight suit, letting you pull the fabric off of him, tossing it somewhere behind him in the darkness before hastily pulling his face to yours.

It feels less like a kiss and more like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your lips with his.

He doesn’t tear the fabric from you this time, instead he carefully lifts it over your head before tossing that aside as well, in the pitch black you’re left only in your panties as he lays you back into the pillows and sheets, slotting himself between your legs his hand is lifting one slightly and you gasp as you feel him place a kiss to the inside of your ankle.

He doesn’t speak, which is a bit funny because previously that was all he did when you had sex but this time is different. Without a mask to hide behind he’s not the dominant man you knew.

Now he is your acolyte.

He doesn’t speak because he is to busy showing you his devotion as his mouth moves up your leg, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches your thighs, he’s moved so he’s on his stomach as he throws your legs over his shoulders, sucking the meat of your thighs into his mouth, feverishly making sure not to miss a spot.

His lips are everywhere but where you want them.

You aren’t sure how long he does this but it feels like hours, he does nothing but gently nip at your thighs, soothing each little bite with a kiss or with his tongue until your hands find his hair, tugging gently.

“Mando please…” You whine as you pull at his curls.

“Say my name cyare, please.” It isn’t a demand, it’s not his usual commanding bedroom tone, it’s a plea. “I love when you say my name.”

Who could deny him that? When he sounds so fucking desperate?

“Din, please.” That’s all it takes for his fingers to tug down your panites, tossing them aside before he gets back into the position he was in. He doesn’t tease, he doesn’t hesitate, the moment he’s able to he’s diving into you, his tongue spreads open our folds before he sinks it into your heat.

Stars, that tongue.

You’ve thought about that tongue for a long time.

He’s used that tongue to tease you, to mock you, and to taunt you. But now he’s chosen to drive you mad with it.

He traces up and down your folds, his stubble scratches at you deliciously as he’s trying to find what you like the most as you fall apart against him, as he fucks your hole with his tongue his nose bumps against you clit making you groan, your fingers gripping the blankets around you.

He mumbles incoherently against your cunt before doing it again, letting you grind your face against him as he continues to mumble until finally you manage to sit up on your elbows through your gasps and moans.

“D-Din.” You stammer out but he doesn’t react in the slightest other than wrapping his arms around your thighs as he pulls you close to him. “Din! Fuck! Din I c-can’t hear you.” He still doesn’t so much as react to you so you finally just reach down, pulling him off of you by his hair, his breath is labored as his grip on your thighs loosens.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You’re breathing just as hard as he is as he says it, his voice fills the darkness.

“I’m fine, I just, I can’t hear you.” You let go of his hair, bringing your hand down to caress his face, the bottom half of which is soaked.

“Kriff, sorry mesh’la.” His grip on your thighs tightens once more and one of his hands moves under you to rest against your spine as he rolls himself over. It’s as impressive as it is surprising, you squeal as it happens, your entire body is shifted from laying down to sitting upright in an instant. You have to lean forward to regain your balance. He’s on his back now with you hovering above his face on your knees. “I was telling you to sit on my face, sarad. It’ll be easier.”

You want to tell him that you’re too heavy, that you’re worried that you’ll hurt him but he pulls you down by your thighs before you can protest. From this angle his tongue pushes deeper into you and you can ride his nose, so any complaints you have die in your throat, especially when he starts moaning against your core.

Your fingers go to his hair, gripping his curls as he forces your weight down onto him, you can feel his hips grinding against nothing behind you as he does. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly and it’s clear that he can tell because his efforts somehow further as he moans again, the vibrations have you squeezing his head with your thighs.

Your vision goes white as he tilts his head up to suck on your clit sharply. The thread snaps and you’re cumming, the small room is filled with your moans as his tongue moves back at your hole and you can hear him obscenely lapping at your juices. You need a second to recover. As you sit up on your knees his face follows, trying desperately to lick you clean and you have to gently push him off.

“T-too sensitive Din. Give me a second.”

He immediately pulls away, sitting up so he can lay you down on the blankets, he goes back to kissing you wherever he can get his mouth as you catch your breath.

He travels across your hips, up your navel, you’re certain he kisses every one of your ribs until his lips settle on your breast, his tongue swirls around your nipple before pulling it into his mouth making your back arch up and into him.

You’ve never had someone pay attention to you like this. Sure, previously he had been the best sex of your life but this is entirely different. Without the helmet on he’s Din. Your Din. And Din seems to be considerably more shy than the Mandalorian you know. Without his helmet he definitely doesn’t talk as much, but his mouth is on you constantly.

You wonder to yourself as his lips move to your other breast if he’s ever gotten to do this with anyone else. Maybe he’s simply eager to put his mouth on something that isn’t a ration pack. Your thoughts are shut up as his hands spread your thighs and he cups your pussy before letting two of his fingers slide through your folds. His mouth moves up again, kissing every inch of your chest before settling on your neck.

He nuzzles his face into your neck before deeply inhaling your scent, groaning as his fingers find your still swollen bud. He doesn’t move though, waiting for your permission as they simply rest atop it, his mouth going to work on your throat.

“Yes Din, it’s okay.” You whisper as he nods, humming against your skin as he starts drawing circles against you, you’re moaning again, terribly loud, as he rubs lazy shapes into you. Your hands find purchase against his shoulders.

Gods, he’s broad. Significantly less broad than he looks with the armor on but he’s still just generally big. You let your hands wander across his body as he rubs your clit, it seems like he’s trying to see just how loud he can make you. He’s big but as you trace his scarred back you discover he’s surprisingly lean. The armor must bulk him up because he feels surprisingly lithe. His fingers sink into you and he begins to grind his palm against your clit as they do, you immediately gasp at the stretch.

“Maker-” His mouth covers yours, interrupting your sentence, when he pulls away he’s panting.

“There is no Maker. There’s only you.” His mouth is back on yours as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of you and you’re already close again as you scratch at his back. Eventually when you're a mess all over again, chanting his name, as you gasp for air he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. He keeps his hand still at this point, letting you chase your release as you ride his fingers until you’re seeing stars again.

He happily swallows your moans as you finish again.

You’re about to ask for another break but he’s sitting up on his knees, one hand on your waist as he whispers your name like it’s a prayer, and you feel the tip of his cock against your folds, you can feel the heat coming off of him.

“P-please, please gedet’ye. Ni linibar gar, s-sarad let me, please.” And he sounds so fucking needy. Like never before, he never asks, he takes, he makes you beg, yet right now he’s whining as he swipes his thick cockhead through your wetness, inhaling sharply through his teeth as he does.

There isn’t a world in which you could say no to him now.

You still feel like your body is coming down from you high, buzzing with ecstasy, but you sit up to grab him by the back of his neck, pulling him back down on top of you.

“Yes, Din, I’m all yours.” You barely finish the sentence as he pushes himself into your weeping cunt. His moan is animalistic as he leans down and bites down on your shoulder to muffle the pornagraphic sound.

And Maker it hurts. You’ve never felt so good while hurting you’re sure of it. Every nerve in your body is alive as he starts rocking his hips into you, slowly working himself into you. After several lewd moans and whines from the both of you he’s got himself fully inside your cunt, he kisses you softly between your eyes.

“Gods, please, move Din, please.” You manage to mutter out and he happily obliges.

He’s certainly never fucked you like this.

Not in the library, not on his birthday, not even during your first time.

No, this is like he’s trying to get you off as quickly as possible, like the only thing he can focus on is your pleasure. He’s immediately lifting your hips slightly so he can thrust perfectly against that spot inside of you.

You aren’t sure when you started crying, you’ve been overstimulated since your first orgasm so it doesn’t surprise you all that much, but he’s kissing the corners of your eyes, your tears sticking to his lips as he does. Much to your disappointment he slows his pace.

“Are you okay sarad? I can stop, or slow down.”

That’s the last thing you want right now.

“I’m- I’m fine Din, please.” You whine as you scratch at his shoulders.

You can feel him nod, both of your bodies are slick with sweat as he starts pounding into you again, significantly slower than before and you know he’s nervous about your tears.

It’s hard to come up with a plan because even though he’s thrusting you with less power than before your head is still clouded with lust and you can’t really think of ways to convince him that you’re fine.

You aren’t exactly sure what you’re doing but you grab his face in your hands before you whisper words you aren’t entirely sure you know how to pronounce but could never forget.

“Ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

His entire body tenses up, it’s like all the air in the room is gone and you’re about to apologize until you feel his forehead rest against yours.

“Say that again.” He sounds fucking wrecked.

“Ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

You still aren’t exactly sure what you’re saying but it works because his lips are on yours with a newly ignited passion and he’s slamming into you again, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You know that? Fucking perfect.” He mumbles the words into your mouth as he pistons himself into you, his thrusts quickly growing sloppy. Your stomach feels like it’s cramping up as another climax builds, your fighting to catch your breath.

You finish first. His hand has to cover your mouth. You scream so loudly.

He follows shortly after, pulling out before jerking himself off, you feel him cum hit your stomach.

He collapses next to you and briefly the only sounds in the darkness are both your gasps for air until you bring your fingers down to your stomach to scoop up his seed before sucking them clean, savoring the salty metallic taste.

His knuckles brush against your arm.

“Are you happy now sarad?”

You wish he could see the dopey grin on your face.

“Yes.”

You know you won’t be able to keep your eyes open much longer as he pulls you against him, placing a kiss into your hair. He mumbles a few things in Mando’a that you don’t recognize but you do catch the end of his sentence before you succumb to sleep.

“Jate ca, ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

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Dark!Paul Atreides x F!Reader

Content: smut, dubcon (Voice used), dark!Paul, naive!reader, Dom!Paul, possessive!Paul, manipulation, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, mutual pining, fluff, angst.

Anyone else would look pathetic being so clumsy and terrified of everything but for Paul you are pretty enough to be considered as cute. Himself thinks the Voice remains rather difficult to master but you don't do yourself any favor.

"Try again." His mother tells you from across the table. "Tone. Inflexion. Pronunciation. Conviction."

Lady Jessica does her best not to show her frustration at your series of failures but it's obvious to the young Atreides that you can still feel it in her aura.

The long sleeves of your grey dress got folded under the pressure of your nervous fingers playing with them. Your eyes full of tears are directed to the piece of cereal bread right before his mother. The corner of your lips moves nervously to keep your sobs at bay.

"T-Take..."

"Not like that. And your gaze." Jessica half-sings to hide her anger. "It's over for today. We'll try again tomorrow."

Despite the gentle hand pressing your shoulder as a sign of encouragement you sit deeper in your chair, refusing to look at her in the eyes.

It's unbelievable how sweet you can act even while sobbing like you are, your elbows resting on the table. You would be so easy to make his, but it wouldn't be pleasing. Too simple.

"Please don't be angry at Mother. She tries her best."

"I know but... how can I accept to use that power on... on living beings ?" You whine before wiping your wet face with your shaky hands. "It's monstrous. I already feel bad enough when a dog stares at someone to get a bit of food, I won't even be able to look at people in the eyes because I would have made them do something horrible."

That's your main flaw. Too weak and sensitive but for some reason he finds it hot. Unable to live with that overwhelming pressure of that reality, the one where any hesitation could cost your life.

"But one day it could save you." He argues softly as he sits next to you. "You know with all those assassination attempts, conspiracies, mentally unstable political opponents..."

"Oh no I wasn't even thinking about all of them oh no not that."

"The training only consists in using it for simple things. What was wrong with telling her to give you bread, or water ?"

"Paul... it's manipulating one's mind. That's unbelievable." You whisper.

He hums and nods. He still doesn't understand your point but it's not today with such stress level that you are going to accept the facts.

"So... do you want me to ask something to the cook to get you some good supper ?" He asks as he takes your wrist in his thing fingers.

You let a shaky sigh out, shy eyes crossing his as his confidence skyrockets. It's clear for him to see through your behavior towards him. So sweet. So innocent and genuine. Finally someone normal and spontaneous there.

"I-I don't know Paul but thank you for asking. I'm not hungry anymore. I'm sorry for being such a disappointment."

"Don't worry about its the beginning is always a bit rough." He chuckles as he rubs up your forearm, witnessing you melt as his hand starts to get under your sleeve. "I know you well. If you can't then you can't. It's only a matter of time before you get comfortable with that idea. It's a gift."

"Ok."

He smiles at your timid response as you look down at his hand disappeared under your sleeve. You want more and see his signals.

"I have to go." He says as he stands up, abandoning your soft skin and your sad face. "I'm expected to join my quarters soon. New lessons." He adds with a pouting face.

"Oh. I see." You mumble before walking up to him eagerly. "I'm happy for you to have so much opportunities to learn and not to get stuck on the same stuff all the time. You are going to be a great Duke."

"Thank you. And despite what you might think you are going to be a great Countess, or Baroness or Duchess."

He meant it in a flattering way, but he knows something is off as you keep walking silently in the desert hallway.

"Actually Paul... it's what is stressing me out. I'm a walking undesired mess. I'm too clumsy and shy to get anything right. I should be a peasant. Not training for the Bene Gesserit. Technically I shouldn't even talk to you with respect or anything. You are a male so you should be weaker than us. Yet I'm here seeking for help from someone who I should consider as miserable compared to myself. Please don't take it as an insult, it's our order that... well I guess you know what I mean, you're clever after all. But it's not how I'm going to find a husband."

"I wouldn't have thought that would be a priority for you."

"I'm following this training and I'm going to marry a noble man. A bit like..."

Paul stops dead in his track, not even smiling as he watches you walking and talking with your head lowered to your feet. His fists are clenched, as well as his teeth. They are planning to marry you ? And he was not even aware of it ?

"Come back here."

You obey blindly, just as weak as anyone else to that power he is starting to master. Your footsteps are quicker and confident than usual, your eyes empty.

"Listen to me." He adds as he takes your head in his hands. "You deserve better. Keep that in mind."

You nod again and Paul feels a burning euphoria threatening his reason. He is gifted.

"Tell me you're beautiful."

"I am beautiful."

He rubs your cheekbones with his thumbs, and right as you come back to your senses with that worried light in your eyes...

"Say it again."

"I am beautiful.

"Repeat."

"I am beautiful."

He stops by biting his tongue as he already feels tipsy with such simple yet unnerving power he has on you. It would be so easy.

You blink and step back from him, your breath high-pitched and all too fast.

"Paul it's n-not good it's... it's nice of you b-but really I don't t-think... that's not a good id-idea."

You are melting on your feet right before him as your fear turns into flattered grimaces. It'd be so easy to make you his. You. An Atreides. His Duchess. His Lady.

"I'm trying to help you." He insists with his arms crossed. "You have to confront the world around you. Keep an open eye on everything instead of looking away. It's not like that that your enemies are going to disappear."

"But I'm going to have my husband." You squeal. "I'll get protection from the guards and..."

"That is not how a Bene Gesserit would think." He argues back as he steps towards you. "Show me your strength. Show it to me."

"I have none Paul please you're scaring me..." you whisper while looking around you.

"I am trying to help you." He reminds you softly. "My mother is a powerful woman. You can trust her. Why would you be afraid of me ? You should be afraid of the outside world."

"I'm already afraid of that thank you." You mumble pitifully before closing your eyes as your back reaches a wall.

"Look at me. Keep your eyes on me."

It's infuriating how much you treat yourself like you are nothing. If only you knew how much he cares about you he wouldn't have to try to protect you. Is he going to cross that dangerous line ? It's wrong.

Your empty eyes remain on his for a while before you close them again, swallowing hard as he caresses your cheeks with his folded fingers.

"You're beautiful." He whispers as he admires your features. "So delicate."

The moment his fingers reaches your throat he notices your strong pulse below. Poor little thing. He really should make you understand that once his, you would take have to fear anything nor anyone.

"May I ?" He asks.

Behind his curls falling on his forehead he watches you nodding, eyes half-closed. Is this arousal or anxiety ? Who cares.

His fingers linger on your dress covering you completely from throat to toe. Especially on where a cleavage would be. He likes to feel that firm flesh underneath. With his height it would be easy for him to see some breasts without you noticing it.

"Paul... it's for.. uh... my husband. I have to r-remain pure for my husband."

"I'm going to be your husband."

No sound leaves your lips to form that "what" you were about to say, instead they get pressed against his. Finally he gets you resisting a bit and showing some bravery. Finally. He looks down at you as you gasp for air, your horrified eyes turned to your hands that clenched on his jacket to maintain some distance between you.

"Paul you're not going to.."

"Listen to me."

Once he has your fully artificial attention he kisses you again, moaning against your lips as his tongue plays with your unanimated one. It feels good to have you as his. He definitely should make you his.

"I'm going to marry you."

"Are you ?" You ask shyly.

You're falling, all too confused to resist.

"I am. I am."

"But Jessica never told..."

"Why do you think she is the one educating you, in the heart of this House ?" Paul lies with a huge comforting smile as his mind starts to wander in some decadent place. "They wouldn't have sent you there."

He kisses you again and this time you mirror him although with nothing similar to his own passion. You squeal as his hands grab your buttocks, his kiss deepening at the pain he feels when you press harder against the wall. They want you to remain chaste but he has other plans for his girl. He may have never done it before but it doesn't mean he doesn't know the theory.

"Go to my room."

You obey, blinking and confused once in front of his bed. After this he doesn't lose much time as he embraces you from behind, his hands rubbing your thighs through your dress as he whispers to your ear.

"My lovely future wife." He says before kissing your burning cheek. "So beautiful and hot like that."

"Am... am I ?" You ask.

He got you. That edge in your voice, that's begging.

"Oh yes you are. Such a magnificent future Duchess."

He does his best to keep his voice as seductive as possible but his shaft is throbbing against his pants. He presses you harder against you, dry humping your buttocks gently as he listens to your breathless sighs.

"Do you think that any girl can drive me crazy like this ? An Atreides ?"

"No... No I don't think so..." You moan as he kisses your throat eagerly. "Fuck Paul stop it's getting too much..."

"But that..." he emphasizes his word with a more insisting grind from his hips, "that was not too much ?"

"I-I don't know..."

"Are you aroused ?"

You don't say it immediately but he feels lightheaded as you move your hips back to add pressure to his needy crotch.

"I am aroused." You whisper.

"Louder."

"I am aroused." You squeal.

"Take that off."

That formidable power he has over you is the most delightful thing he got to experience in his life. He watches your back now bare to him if not for your bra, and himself losses his belt at your curves still covered partially by white panties.

"Remove the rest." He commands as is palm massages the bump in his pants.

Shoes gone, socks gone. Panties gone. Bra gone. Your nudity is pure. So pure he could come right there. He could ejaculate right there on your bare asscheeks on on your legs. He'd love to cover you with his seed, all this seed he wasted in his hands throughout the months just by thinking about you as his Duchess kneeling for her Duke. His beloved Duchess using her own Voice for dubious things in bed.

You are back at yourself as you hide the front with your arms, but he smiles. It's cute but crossing your legs like that only spreads your asscheeks a little.

"You're magnificent like this. Don't you know that ?"

"Thank you but I'm not."

"If I were you I'd touch myself every night while looking at my own reflection. Turn around."

He definitely could come right there. Your perked nipples are better than in his fantasies. Not too big, not too small. Exactly what he likes as he takes them in his hands. No wonder why there are so many naked statues of women everywhere.

You moan as he starts to suck on your perked nipple, his smile hard to repress as you hide your face behind your hands.

"Oh no it's embarrassing." You moan as his tongue circles your left nipple. "Oh no... I shouldn't. It's too... too soon."

His hands grab your bare buttocks as he keeps harassing that same nipple over and over, his lips closing on your firm flesh. He's obsessed now. He is going to marry you and give you so many heirs. He's gonna try every night while making you scream of pleasure like you are some desperate whore taken off the street trying to arouse the whole district. He's going to make you yours more and more at every hips thrusts.

"Paul... Paul... I..."

For a second he thinks he hurt you somehow but your silent and ashamed orgasm only makes you hotter. So many possibilities to make his future wife come.

"Lie down on my bed."

You do as instructed, your shaky legs carrying you and he stands there, right in front of you as he removes his clothes slowly, his chest rising fast.

"Spread your legs."

You obey, revealing the wet part as you fold your leg. It's dripping onto his own blanket.

"Touch yourself."

He stops lowering his black boxer to watch your fingers playing with your own body. His own erection is almost painful now, pulsating under his gaze. It never happened before and after tossing his boxer away he doesn't waste his time more than that to join you.

The Voice loses its effect on you at the moment the Atreides positions himself between your legs, his eyes half-closed like drunk as he witnesses your ashamed face.

"You're beautiful. Don't be shy honey. Don't be shy." He whispers as he caresses your bare leg. "My lovely future Duchess. Please look at me."

No order there, but you do as intimated, you face still hidden behind your hands. He clenches his teeth as he watches his shaft sliding inside you, a moan escaping him, followed by another as he feels you clenching around him. There is some resistance.

"I love you beautiful. It's going to be alright." He moans with his eyes lowered to your connected intimacy.

He doesn't want to hurt you or even injure you. It's none of his plan. He wants to make you fall in love with the best sex any man could offer you.

"Paul please be gentle. Please I..." You articulate breathlessly. "Please kiss me."

He connects your lips, his tongue quick to find yours. Your arms and soft skin swallows the top of his body completely. And with a smooth hip thrust, he finally gets where he wanted to go.

He moans against your neck as your nails scratch his back, your legs agitated like the ones of a bug struggling to get back on its feet.

It's going to be alright he whispers as he looks down at you, his mind shut to the outside world. He feels great. You're tight, warm, wet, naked. Perfect. He can run his fingers through your hair, calm you down with open-mouthed kisses, you are convinced you are going to marry him. Even better. You moan between kisses. You're hot. Really hot. He is definitely going to convince his parents to marry you. Oh yes he is going to do that. He wants you everyday. He wants to take you every morning, every night.

Your first name escapes his lips as he feels you close. He loves this intimacy with your obvious stress as he caresses your naked breasts and kisses your chin. Fortunately he "I love you"s manage to make you enjoy this time together. And by the Gods, how much he loves you.

He smiles widely once his face hidden in your hair, your delighted moan muffled against his neck as he thrusts inside you once more. Then another time, and the next one is the last one before he feels himself too far gone to worry about the world. It's so satisfying for him to know you got his seed and loves what he has done to your body. He lets a sigh out of his mouth as he feels your muscles clenching and unclenching around his shaft. He didn't know that. No wonder why it is said that sex leads the world. Why is it considered as a bad thing ?

"Paul... it was... it was great..." You whisper in confusion. "I... oh shit I shouldn't have done that... I liked it too much."

"You are going to be my wife one day and we are going to lead a planet." He promises absentmindedly before kissing your forehead. "That was just the beginning."

He is going to protect you from everything, teaching you how to embrace that corruption necessary to evolve amongst the monsters preying on people like you two.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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With love, Eddie Roundtree

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — saw you're taking requests for eddie roundtree x reader so i wanted to ask if you could do something inspired by either tear in my heart (twenty one pilots) or lets fall in love for the night (finneas)!! love ur writing btw!!

✧.* you're reading part one, here's the sequel — Dear Eddie Roundtree

✧.* summary — Your life in the acting business has been very stressful, but in one night Eddie makes you forget about it all.

✧.* warnings — Extremely fluffy content, mentions of drinking and drugs.

✧.* word count — 2.2k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I tried to mix a little bit of the two songs, I don't know if I managed to do something very good. but i hope you like it 🫶🏾

"We'll send Harold to your set more often, the gossip magazines will start planting the idea that you two are together." Your manager said excitedly, he insisted on the idea that you should fake a relationship with actor Harold Schmidt. "I can already see the headlines: Y/N L/N and Harold Schmidt the Hollywood lovebirds"

"That would be the most ridiculous thing I've ever read!" You say rolling your eyes with a glass of water in hand.

"Well, I don't care!" Your manager says, getting a little mad. "You know you need these rumors to boost your name, and you're lucky that Harold agreed to fake this relationship with you."

"I don't need anyone to get my name to boost Adam!" You say irritably. "And besides, no one will believe I have something with this guy, we never talked before!"

"Stop making things more complicated Y/N." He says. "You know it's going to be the best for your career, now rest … tomorrow we have recording early"

He leaves you alone in your apartment, you put your face to the pillow and let out a scream in it. Being an actress was amazing, but there were things that frustrated you a lot in the profession like what you were experiencing now, you had never exchanged a word with this Harold guy and now you had to pretend to be madly in love with him for everyone. Just thinking about it sounded crazy.

Despite all this fake dating mess Adam wanted to shove you down into, you couldn't stop thinking about what happened a few days ago. You received an invitation to attend the party of the band Daisy Jones and the six. It was a really fun night where you finally managed to distract yourself a little and it was also the night you met Eddie Roundtree, one of the nicest people you've come in contact with in such a long time.

Let's say you had gotten along quite well…

You weren't really in the mood to leave your apartment, but you felt that if you stayed another two hours listening to your manager talk about absurd things about how you should fake a scandal for your name to go up you would go crazy. So when Daisy Jones' invitation reached you, you thought: Why not?

Which was exactly why you were now in Billy Dunne's backyard, having a beer and smoking a joint. Nothing very interesting seemed to happen around you and there wasn't anyone very interesting to talk to.

Well, at least the music is good... You thought.

As you traveled in your thoughts and watched the unknown people around you, Eddie Roundtree watched you too, he stared at you trying to remember where he knew you from.

"I'm telling you man, she must have stopped by the studio sometime." Warren says to the bassist.

"I'm sure that's not it, otherwise I wouldn't remember her" Eddie says frustrated.

"Eddie, man!" Warren changed his expression, he looked amazed at something. "Rollerball!!! She was in the Rollerball movie!"

"Holy shit, that was it! I knew I knew her somewhere." Eddie beams, overjoyed that he finally remembered. "I didn't remember she was so beautiful, man…"

"Go talk to her!" The drummer says, pushing his friend towards the actress.

You notice the two best friends laughing and pointing in your direction, not understanding you turn to look behind you but no one was there. You arch your eyebrows hoping they'll notice that you saw them, which takes a few minutes to happen.

The blonde approaches you, with a smile on his face and two beers in his hand. He sits down next to you, handing you the drink.

"I have a challenge for you." he says, catching your attention. "Tell me a song you like and if I get a part of the lyrics right, you spend the night talking to me."

"Look, I didn't even need the challenge, I really would have talked to you without a problem" You say laughing. "But since you offered…"

Eddie Roundtree: I was so lucky that Camila showed me this song *chuckled*

Y/N L/N: He had changed 50% of the words in the song but he seemed like a nice guy, so I pretended he got it right.

"Y/N that's my name" you say while taking a sip of beer "You are?"

"I'm Eddie" he smiles, taking a closer look at your face.

You spent a few hours talking about everything, it was impressive how he managed to talk about any subject you proposed. He really seemed to be interested in what you had to say, something you missed. You told him that since you moved to Los Angeles you haven't been to any of the tourist spots in the area, which he found absurd, and that's why you were in Roundtree's car going through the city streets with no final destination.

"I can't believe we're doing this" you laugh at the situation, probably the beers you had had made you a little happy. "I don't even know you well and I'm in your car going to unknown places."

"Ouch!" He pretends to be offended. "I told you my whole life tonight, what do you mean you don't know me?"

"Oh yes, of course I apologize" You laugh looking deep into his eyes, something inside you wanted to be closer to him.

"Wanna get a swim?" he says, parking the car close to the beach, you could hear the waves from afar.

"That's a terrible idea..." You say getting out of the car, alarmed he gets out too. "I'm in!"

You take off your shoes leaving them near the car, running wildly towards the dark sea. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, taking his shoes off and chasing after you, or at least trying to.

You wait for him where you could just feel the water on your feet, he approaches holding you by the waist and going with you into the sea. Would it be crazy to feel so connected to someone in one night? You didn't know, and you didn't care! When the icy water came into contact with your body and his body heat kept that feeling more intense, nothing else mattered.

Trying to fix the locks of your hair, you looked at him in disbelief with everything you were experiencing that night, it's been so long since you've felt alive like this, free from any pressure.

"I feel like I've known you since forever, Eddie Roundtree." You whisper, kissing the blonde's lips intensely.

He holds you tighter, as if he wants to remember this moment forever, the fear of forgetting what he was experiencing in the morning was intense. After all, with all that they had both smoked and drunk, it was probably that the passion, that love, would fade from their memories during their rest until tomorrow.

The early morning wind hits your bodies making you shiver with cold. You soon decided it was better to get back in the car and go somewhere else. Eddie didn't care that the car would be wet because of your clothes, nothing else mattered to him, that night was so intense and wonderful that he just wanted to stop time to have you there with him a little more.

And logically, after smoking so much, the munchies hit, so nothing more plausible than changing your destination to the nearest bar. It was hard to find anything open at that hour, but after several turns you finally managed to spot one.

There were just the two of you and one other man who was clearly begging for you two to leave as soon as possible, so he could get to sleep.

"I don't think I'll remember anything tomorrow, my head is already exploding" You say, drinking some of the juice you ordered.

"Is that so?" Eddie asks, stroking your hand across the table.

"Uhum" You mumbled, and he could tell that you were getting tired and needed some sleep. "But don't worry, I promise you that if I forget about you tomorrow I at least fell in love with you tonight."

Your words made him feel butterflies in his stomach, he looked at you with affection and without containing the smile that grew on his face. He didn't want to settle for the idea that he wouldn't see you anymore.

"Did you fall in love with me too Eddie Roundtree?" You say sleepily, slurring your words as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"I for sure did, Y/N L/N." He says, getting up to pay the bill. A few seconds later he comes back. "Can you tell me where you live? I will drop you off at home."

"No please, I want to spend more time with you." You whisper, closing your eyes with long blinks.

"I promise you will see me again" He says, stroking your hair. "Now tell me pretty girl, where can I drop you off?"

You tell the bassist the address of your apartment, so soon after he takes you to the car trying his best to avoid making you feel the wind with wet clothes, afraid you might catch the flu or something.

As the sun slowly rose, you fell asleep in the passenger seat. Roundtree slowed the car down so as not to wake you up with the potholes in the road leading to your house. Admiring you in the moments when he didn't have to keep his eyes on the road, a smile appears on the blonde's face as he observes how much prettier you look with the sunlight on you.

He wakes you up when he arrives at the scene, you mumble something he doesn't understand and you hide your face in his neck, he feels butterflies in his stomach with the contact and already misses you when he finally has to say goodbye.

"So I think that's it…" Eddie said, holding your hands. "Take care, pretty girl".

"You too baby." You place a peck on the blonde's lips, then hug him for a few seconds. "You better not forget me huh."

"How could I?" He smiles, letting go of your hands. "I'll see you."

"I hope so." you say, walking into your apartment and soon falling asleep on the couch.

…

The sun was already setting and you were ready to spend the rest of the night watching anything on television. When Adam shows up opening your door like he has an emergency going on.

"Adam what the fuck!" You exclaim, trying to calm down from the fright, he came in with a box in his hands and a magazine in the other. "What the hell is going on?"

"Y/N L/N you naughty girl, if you were dating you should just have told me!" He says sitting next to you, handing you the magazine. "Now it makes sense why you rejected my fake dating idea"

The magazine had a picture of you in a bar, an orange juice in front of you. You had the straw between your teeth smiling at the man in front of you. Your hair was wet and your clothes looked soaked too, as did the man in front of you in the photo, Eddie. He was looking at you with a smile, his eyes were closed if you looked fast, but as you knew that smile very well you knew that when he smiles his eyes shrink. The headline read: Y/N L/N and Eddie Roundtree the romance of the Stars.

You quickly open to the indicated page to read what it said.

Sub Rosa

AUGUST 9, 1977

Eddie Roundtree and Y/N L/N! they are the definition of a star couple

No, your eyes are not deceiving you! Last night after one of the parties given by rock star Billy Dunne, our Hollywood star Y/N L/N was seen with the bassist of Daisy Jones and the six: Eddie Roundtree, leaving the party.

The charming bassist was rumored to have been with L/N throughout the event and he was even seen with our favorite actress in a bar a few hours after the party. Although this is the first time we've seen these lovebirds in public together, you must agree that they make a great couple.

Would that be the end of Y/N's single life?

You finish reading in disbelief, bursting out with a hearty laugh at the last sentence.

"They basically called me a spinster!" You say when you're done laughing, taking a breath to compose yourself. "Look, me and Eddie we-"

You are interrupted by Adam again, who hands you the box he had in his hands when he entered. Curious you take it, seeing a note on top that you decide to read later, inside the box there was a cassette tape, a rose and a napkin with a phone number.

You are still confused and decide to read the note.

Hey pretty girl, I hope you're doing well.

As I promised you, through these things I decided to earnestly ask you to let me have more wonderful nights by your side.

On the tape you'll find my attempt to sing that song you told me you loved, the rose is for pure chivalry and the phone number, well... I think that's clear.

I hope to hear your voice soon…

With love, Eddie Roundtree.

...

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deltaromeo3 · 1 year

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ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ #2 —Daniel Ricciardo

Pairing: daniel ricciardo x childhoodbestfriend!reader

Summary: Finally returning home after a few years, she reunites with her long time bestfriend; the all too famous Formula 1 driver, Daniel Ricciardo. Will things rehash between them or will it take a turn for the worst?

previous chapters here: #1 | #3

sidenote: im open for requests!

“Y/N?!” You turned your head towards the direction of the voice.

“Ella?!” You engulfed her in a hug.

“Oh my god I haven’t seen you in years! What are you doing back in this shit place?”

You chuckled at her remark; not because it was funny, but because it was true.

“Ma’s birthday. She says she invited your family over. I’m guessing you’ll be there too yeah?”

Ella nods. “Mm-hmm.” She pauses and looks at you suspiciously, like you being here was too good to be true. “You never come back home for jack shit so this must be special.”

You laughed, “That’s true but this time she literally begged me to come home, even offering to pay for my ticket. You’ve any idea why she insists she needs me to be here?”

Ella shrugs. “Nah, I’m as clueless as you.”

“Of course." You accept the defeat, wondering why you even asked her in the first place.

Ella chuckles softly. "It was nice bumping into you but I've gotta go. Catch ya tomorrow?" She smiles.

You nodded, smiling back at her. “See ya."

Ella walks away and you enter the corner shop. You went straight for the snacks, picking out your favourites; sour cream and onion chips with a packet of tim-tams.

You went to the cashier, placing the snacks down on the counter. You looked behind towards the rack of cigarettes for a second, deciding if you’ll be needing them or not. You only smoked when you were stressed and oh man... the level just keeps on increasing.

Fuck it.

“Oh can I please have one Marlboro Ice Blast as well? Thanks.”

You didn’t forget to grab yourself a lighter while you’re at it. The cashier retrieves the cigarette, scanning it along with your other items. You check out and leave the store, making your way to the bench across the store and taking a seat.

You placed the cigarette between your lips, lighting it up. One puff… two.. three…

“Enjoying yourself?”

“What the fuck!” Startled at the sudden voice, you turned behind to be met with your sister, who was laughing.

“How did you know where to find me?”

“You always head down here. What’s so special about this place anyways?”

2006.

“Oi Danny! Slow down, I’ve got short legs y'know!” You say, out of breathe from trying to catch up to him.

You hear him laugh. “Alright princess, I’ll slow down.”

“T-thank you,” You bend down, placing your hands on your knees, panting.

“Sheesh I didn’t know you were so out of shape,”

“Shut up Daniel. I’m not some go-kart… formula 2 driver… ugh, whatever it is that you are.”

He laughs again. Oh that laugh... If you could hear it everyday on repeat, you would.

“Whatever it is? Cmon now, i’ll make it to the big leagues and you know it,” He winks at you and all you can afford is to roll your eyes back.

“Yeah yeah…”

Daniel was leaving in a month's time and honestly, you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to stay or at least convince him to (but you knew he didn't need that much convincing if it comes to you). But you knew it was selfish so you kept quiet and said nothing.

“The usual?” He asks as he places his bag down on the bench.

“Yeah,”

“Give me five minutes, and don’t you run away!”

You chuckled. “Now why would I do that? I love spending time with you.”

He smiles. “Of course you do. Anyone else would die just to be in your position right now.” He says, exaggerating the statement. He was so full of himself.

“Please don’t start.” You rolled your eyes. “And can you hurry please? I’m having the munchies,”

He laughs yet again. “Yes maam,” He salutes to you before jogging off to the store.

You sat quietly on the bench, kicking your legs. Usually, it would’ve been Ella, Caleb, Daniel and you. But ever since Ella and Caleb were a thing, their presence slowly faded from the group and suddenly it was just you and Daniel… which you didn’t mind at all to be frank.

“Hi,” He graces you with his presence.

“Hi,” You replied as he takes a seat beside you.

“Blueberry slushy and… sour cream chips for you! Oh don’t worry, I got Ruffles this time, didn’t make the mistake of getting Lays like last time. Ooh! I also got you tim-tams just in case.”

Tim-tams. You smile. He remembers...

“Thank you Daniel.”

“Daniel? Oh no, what did I do wrong? Was it the chips? Im sorry I should’v-” He starts to ramble with a panicked look on his face.

You cut him off. “No no! You did nothing wrong. Just.. thank you yeah?”

You can see his eyebrows furrow, confused at your sudden attitude change.

“Are you okay?” He places his palm on your forehead, as if to check for a fever. You laugh at his antics.

“You’re being weird. And can you call me Danny like you always do? Sounds weird when you call me.. Daniel.”

“But that’s... your name?”

“Yeah but I like it when you call me Danny.”

You smile. “Okay, Danny.”

“That’s more like it.” He says, scooting in closer to you. “Now are we gonna share this slushy or what?!”

Present.

“No..nothing special about this place.” You took another puff of your cigarette.

“Okay.” She takes a seat next to you, but you knew she wasn't buying it.

“Are you gonna stay a little longer this time? You haven’t been home and I miss having you around.” Your sister asks.

“If theres a reason for me to stay then sure,” You confidently say because you knew you had no reason to stay apart from her, your dad and your friends. But that wasn't enough to make you stay, no, you needed more than that.

“Oh I’m sure I can find a reason for you to stay.” She smirks.

“Is that so?” You cock your eyebrows at her, surprised at her confidence.

“Mmhmm. Just you wait.” Your sister says, determined.

A/N: hehehe finally its out!! i hope you enjoyed it :)) thank you for the love on chapter 1! do let me know your input, feedback (good & bad) appreciated as always <3 let me know if you want to be tagged!

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misc-obeyme · 7 months

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Hii! I hope you're having a great day/night!

I absolutely loved your barbatos prompt for flufftober, seeing how much he works and how he doesn't seem to relax ever, I just feel the URGE to take care of him 😀😀😀

Caressing his hair until he sleeps, giving him a skin care, (Give him a mind-blowing orgasm by sucking him off on his room until he finally relax and then directing him the most loyal and lovestruck gaze he would ever receive, but that's an idea for another time 🤭🤭) doting on him in general

So, can I please ask for a (drabble, fic, imagine, anything you feel like) where MC make barb sit still and proceeds to massage his back, kneading on his knots until he relutanctly turns into mush?

Hi there, anon! I'm having a good night, I hope you are as well!

I'm so glad you liked the Barbatos Flufftober prompt! I have that exact same urge, like just sit down and let me do things for once! Ugh I love him lol.

And when I tell you that I was so close to having MC give him a massage... But I also really wanted him to soak his feet 'cause I felt like he probably stands on them all day and I don't care if he's an ancient powerful demon that has to take it's toll!

Anyway, my full requests are closed but I can write you a short little something! In case it wasn't already painfully obvious, I love Barbatos and I love writing about MC taking care of him lol.

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: none!

Barbatos was sitting on the edge of his bed. His uniform jacket was already folded neatly beside him, but it had been a struggle for you to get him to take it off at all.

You sat behind him now, your hands on his shoulders, methodically pressing your fingers into his stiff muscles.

Barbatos's body was tense, but you were determined to get him to relax, even if just a little bit. You concentrated on his neck and shoulders for a while, kneading carefully, working out the knots that you could feel beneath your touch.

As you did this, you felt Barbatos release some of that tension he was holding. He made a low noise in his throat, as though he was trying not to relax, as though he was trying to keep himself from showing just how tired he really was.

"I don't understand why you're so stubborn about this," you said softly, your hands pressing into him, causing his body to rock slightly against you. "You work so hard for everyone all the time. Why can't you let me do things for you every once in a while?"

Barbatos sighed and you were thrilled to see the way his body sagged a little as he did so. "Forgive me, MC," he said. His voice was low and full of something uncertain. "It is simply that a good butler never shows his fatigue."

You snorted. "Okay, first of all, you're the best butler of any butler that ever butled."

Barbatos chuckled and you were pleased to see the little blush that painted the tips of his ears.

"And second of all, you don't have to be a butler right now," you went on. "Right now, you can just be Barbatos. You can let go with me."

Barbatos was quiet. You weren't sure if he didn't know what to say or if he simply disagreed with you.

You didn't press him, only pushed your thumbs into a particularly difficult knot in his back. After a few moments, you felt the knot begin to release as you circled it carefully, working the tension out of it.

This caused Barbatos to sigh again and this time, he allowed himself to sink into you. His shoulders descended and he actually leaned into your touch, his head drooping just a little.

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. "See? You're feeling better, right? Now you can be at your best when you get back to butlering tomorrow."

Barbatos chuckled again. "I see that you are correct in this, MC. You have my thanks."

You puffed out your chest in triumph. Perhaps now this could become a regular occurrence. You were nothing if not persistent. And hopefully Barbatos would continue to give in and allow you to care for him the way he cared for so many others.

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#just let us pamper you #that is all we want #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fluff #obey me barbatos #om barbatos #barbatos obey me #obey me barbatos x reader #om barbatos x reader #barbatos obey me x reader #anon asks #misc answers #misc writes

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A/N: John Egan/OC. Listen, I simply couldn’t resist. I know OC’s are abounding right now, but I’ve had this in my head for a few days and needed to get it out. For now she shall remain nameless, but we’ll see if I want to flesh this out. Fair warning: this is real angsty. Sorry, I was in a mood! Somewhere around ep 4-5? No spoilers.

one - (quiet skies, don't get attached)

“Has he reached his limit yet?” A slim hand reaches in front of her, grabbing a pint off the bartop.

She meets Major Cleven’s eyes briefly before he tilts his head in Major Egan’s direction, indicating who he's asking about. As if he'd be worried about anyone else this much.

“Two more with his name on it,” she says, biting back her smile.

“Don’t see how that’s possible.” He mutters, rolling his eyes as Bucky’s loud voice carries over from where he sits, regaling fellow pilots and locals alike with stories from his latest mission.

She shrugs, settling a rag over her shoulder. “I’m not a babysitter. I just make the drinks.”

He nods, waving his hand. “I know. Thank you.”

She sees the worry and frustration that he's not voicing. "No thanks necessary." She says quietly. She watches him go and join his friends, and frowns as she watches Egan stumble over a chair, Cleven barely managing to grab his elbow before he goes toppling to the floor.

It's getting worse. But-- she can't even blame him. She hears bits and pieces, the guys regaling each other with their war stories, but lately it's been quieter, less storytelling and more drowning regrets and sorrows over lukewarm beer.

Major Egan has been in town longer than all of them, and she wonders if anyone else is picking up on the hints he's been dropping every time he speaks to anyone.

I don't even feel anything.

It's not until days later when she hears that he's on leave that she finally releases a breath she's been holding.

The pub is quiet that day. No roaring of planes overhead, no rowdy airmen taking up all her tables and running her ragged with requests. No laughter, but no fighting either.

Her father comes in later, solemn expression, and slaps a newspaper down on the bar. She feels her stomach sinking as she reads. "They lost so many." She whispers.

"Gave the Germans a whipping, though."

It's not enough.

It's late that night when Major Egan shows up. She's not even really surprised to see him, all things considering. She is surprised to see him here - she would have thought he'd have gone MIA with a ship and gone to avenge his friends on his own.

He sits at the bar and flashes her a smile. She's already shaking her head before he can even open his mouth.

"Major... it's not a good idea."

He looks affronted. "What isn't? Just here for a drink, that's all. Haven't you heard? I'm still on leave."

"If you were on leave you'd still be in London."

There's a quick moment where he sets his jaw, sighing. He's frustrated, and she knows he has a quick temper. She just hopes that he hears her out.

"You can't drown your sorrows." She slides the newspaper into view. "Not right now."

He meets her eyes again. There's a moment of clarity that passes between them - she knows exactly why he's back early, and he knows she understands what the stakes are.

"You shouldn't get attached." He says, rising from his seat. Halfway to the door, he looks over his shoulder. "To any of us." His smirk is small, bitter. "Here today, gone tomorrow."

"Major Egan--"

The door is swinging shut behind him before she can tell him it's no use; she already is attached. And she feels it each time a crew comes through the doors and they're one man short. She feels it even though she never learns half their names.

It never gets easier, for the men who do the flying, or for the people who wait for them to come back.

#masters of the air fanfiction #mota fanfiction #john egan x oc #sort of? if you squint?#softspeirs mota fanfiction #bucky x ellie #oc: ellie peters

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the-kr8tor · 23 days

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This #$@% has turned into a 2,294 word fic and I'm not even at the plot point yet 😭 Someone save me please-

Today's ttn fic was so cute! I loved it and read it instantly because thankfully I had the time. I really have to lock in because I have finals tomorrow and the day after so excuse my absence please pookie. How are you by the way? I'm a little stressed but overall happy.

Indulge me ok? Bc @pleaktale has given me a lot of inspiration recently. Pirate Hobie in a port town gathering supplies with the crew. They have some downtime or Hobie just wanders off a stumbles across villager r. Just playing or walking around in the sand and it's love at first sight for my guy (favorite trope ngl).

r owns a shop whether it's a bakery, bookstore, apothecary, etc and Hobie finds out after he does some digging around. Purposefully seeking her out and damn if she isn't the cutest and sweetest thing.

He comes back to the ship with like six cases of bread or books on charting and sailing. Things he doesn't need.

Makes the crew come back to the same port each time they need to resupply. Eventually the crew finds out after seeing him (aka following him) talking with r. They make fun of him and tag along on his visits just to irritate him. Even better if they flirt with r and Hobie gets jealous. Like pouting in a corner while Ned talks about how pretty you are. (Which is nice but you'd much rather hear it from Hobie's lips-)

Gwen has had enough after months of Hobie hoarding whatever he buys from you on the ship (she be sinking a little too deep into the water) as well as those little sighs he lets out while looking out into the direction of your town. She threatens Hobie with a "if you don't tell her I will".

r is obviously smitten too but doesn't know what to do. Maybe Hobie's just being friendly? He flirts with nearly everyone he comes across. He's just naturally charming. It's a "she fell first but he fell harder" kind of deal because spoiler alert, r noticed Hobie long before he noticed her.

Conclusion, you're both idiots in love and honestly should just go makeout already because damn if this isn't the slowest burn (I'm looking at you Katy. ttn ruined me in the best way possible. It's so good 💗)

Ahhhh i get what u mean!!! The set up is so much harder to write than the main plot point bc you've had the vision for it now u just need to write the build up!! Just think that after writing the first part you can finally get to the part you really like and you can use that as your motivation to finish the first half ❤️

Ahhhh! Thank you so much! I loved writing it sm it gave me nostalgia even though I've never experienced the 80s or 90s lmaooo

I'm doing okay, angel! I hope you're taking breaks in between studying ❤️ good luck on your finals ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Are you in my walls, lovely? Bc the part where Hobie stumbles across r was the original idea for bdas!! But it didn't fit with the rest of the plot so I scrapped it in the end (we're twin hearts fr fr)

THAT'S SO CUTE!!!! HOBIE'S PINING IS SO AUGHHHH 😍😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Hobie with heart eyes while in R's store: I fancy yo--- I mean I fancy your merchandise, give me one of everything

R: 🤨🤨🤨

Gwen threatening to tell R 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hehehehe I have infected everyone with slow burn disease 😂😂😂

#ask answered #hobie thoughts #🫶🫶🫶#chatting with moots

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Reverse Isekai'd

!!Warning!! Fluff!! Suggestive theme!!! Soft Gojo!! Name is changeable

Today is my long-awaited anime convention. I can barely contain my excitement as I grab my backpack which is decorated with tin brooches of my favourite character, namely Gojo Satoru, there are other characters, but it was undoubtedly dominated by Gojo Satoru. “Yosh! Let’s go.” I nodded.

I am going to meet with my friend Yae in the convention hall. 09.00 a.m. It’s almost time. I take my house key and step out of my apartment. I have been doing part-time jobs and saved my allowance for the sake of this convention. I am going to buy a lot of merch this time around, so I have fattened my bank account nicely.

“Yae,” I called out to my friend who has been waiting at the front gate.

“Raika, you are finally here.” She smiled.

“Yep, I am here!” I laughed.

“Let’s go! I have seen someone cosplay Gojo perfectly, let’s ask some pic of him.” Yae smirked.

“Really? Let’s go!” I practically dragged her inside searching for the said cosplayer. But well, it was no easy feat. The whole building is crawling with a lot of people, and there are some that cosplay the same character, so my search for that Gojo cosplayer can wait. I want to buy a lot of merch first.

“Aren’t you buying a little too much?” Yae glanced at my overcapacity backpack plus shopping bags in my hands.

“Like you are one to talk.” I retorted back, referring to the multiple, even much more than my shopping bag.

“Well, it can’t be helped. Who told them to display such a refined figure of Archer Emiya.” She sighed without an ounce of guilt.

“Yep. That’s what they did with Gojo too, so I couldn’t help but buy it.” I nodded. I understand what she is feeling, because I am too, like that.

“Let’s eat first. It’s almost one. We have been walking for almost 4 hours straight.” Yae said.

“Good idea, then let’s go to Jujutsu café,” I exclaimed.

“Okay, okay. We’ll be eating your beloved Gojo Satoru’s face over there.”

“Don’t say something weird like that. It’s a character-themed meal, okay.” I corrected her.

“Yes yes.” She nodded. ~”~

After our lunch, it’s time to hunt for that cosplayer again. I will find them even if it’s the last thing I do. I mean, since I have come here, let me just pretend that Gojo Satoru exists in real world for a limited time.

It’s almost four o’clock and there’s no trace of the said cosplayer. “Maybe they already went home?” I muttered disappointed.

“If they are cosplayers, I bet they will come to the next convention.” Yae comforted me.

“I guess.” I nodded my head listlessly.

“I should have asked him to give us some of his time.” Yae sighed.

“It’s fine.” I shook my head. “I mean, we didn’t really know them, asking them like that is pretty weird. Let’s just go home for today.” I smiled.

“Why don’t we come back tomorrow?” Yae suggested.

“Well, we can. But we won’t be spending money anymore.” I laughed.

“I agree with that. We can just ask them for a pic and then go home.” Yae also laughed.

“Okay, let’s try again tomorrow.” Now that I am cheered up, I feel a little better. “Yae…” I called out for my best friend, while my eyes are fixed on a certain spot.

“What’s wrong?”

“Is that the cosplayer you were talking about?” I pointed to a direction, where I could see the Gojo Satoru. The height, the hair, the shape of his body, the body language, all of them literally scream Gojo Satoru. It’s like he pops out from anime to real world. It’s unbelievable, but this is the power of cosplayers.

“That’s him!!!” Yae exclaimed.

“Yosh!” My lips curled into a smile. “I am going to ask for a pic.” I grinned. ‘I just hope he/she is nice enough to grant this small wish of mine.’ Even though I look like that, I am actually a cowardly introvert. I am afraid of pain, afraid of rejection and afraid of troubling people. People like me won’t have many friends. In addition to that my hobby was not something that many people enjoy, so, I have an even smaller circle of friends than a normal introvert. Anime convention is a rare place where I can let out my inner fangirl. I can talk about anime everywhere without being looked at with judging eyes.

“Excuse me.” I gathered my courage to call he/she. ~”~

Gojo Satoru is confused. Confused is an understatement. He actually couldn’t grasp what in the world is happening now. He woke up as usual and then was assigned a special grade mission. So, instead of teaching first years, he was going to exorcise a cursed spirit. And man, was that weak. It didn’t even put up a fight aside from its special grade amount of cursed energy. It was fine and dandy for him. Less work and more money. But the moment he turned his back, the cursed energy that the cursed spirit had exploded and then here he is.

From the look of it, he is still in Japan. He can see and read the Japanese words on every sign. At least he knows he won’t be having trouble communicating. And the place he is now is crawling with people in arrays of colours and costumes. ‘Ah, anime convention.’ He nodded to himself. Gojo Satoru concluded he might be teleported somewhere. So, it’s time for him to go back to Jujutsu High to write another report…or not. Since he is here, let’s eat something sweet before calling Ijichi to pick him up.

But before he could reach the first destination of his sweets tour, he was blocked by girls who were asking for pictures. Oh yes, of course he was happy to oblige. See, he is just that awesome, even with his blindfold on, his charisma is still off chart. Then, they asked him to say something in character. This confused him a bit. Say something in character? Do they mean saying something like him, the Gojo Satoru would say?

“I am the strongest.” He pulled a grin and the girls went all kyaa, so he guessed he nailed their request. His path to the sweets stall is pretty rough, he keeps getting a request to be taken a picture, saying something and some even request him to show his Six Eyes. Those requests weren’t hard to fulfill… and then as if he realized something, he suddenly stopped. ‘Was Gojo Satoru this popular?’ He frowned. He knew he was popular in jujutsu sorcerer circle. But the people here are all just normal humans that can’t see cursed spirits, how do they know about Six Eyes?

A sense of unease begins to creep inside his mind. And when he found a café that has his face drawn on a piece of a carton, he begins to alert. His mind is thinking about every possibility. This definitely has to do with the cursed spirit he exorcised. Illusion? Dream? Those two are the most plausible explanation for his current situation. He tried to channel his cursed energy and was relieved he still could do it. To avoid more attention and start gathering information, he cast a small veil around his body, to make him less noticeable.

Gojo Satoru spent his time walking around the strange place. But what he saw is even more confusing. In this world, Gojo Satoru is very common. He has met a few of himself, or should he says people who disguised as him. He also knew that the people here knew about him, his students and some sorcerers, namely Nanamin, Mei-san and Utahime and Sukuna. He almost laughed out loud when he saw a person disguised as Megumi smiles. Megumi and smile are not to be in one sentence.

He even saw a lot of fake Sukunas. One thing he is sure of is they treat them like entertainment. He was pretty uneasy seeing them like this. Because he even heard some discussion about how Yuji would die after he consumed all of Sukuna’s fingers. Some even say something about him and Utahime being a couple. Nah, that one won’t be possible. Utahime would rather die than stay in the same room with him anyway.

Anyway, he wants to do something, but it’s still really crowded and he knows if he wants information, he can’t look like this. This is the first time that being himself is not a good way to collect information. He also still needs to find that special grade cursed spirit after all or the trace of its cursed energy. Surely, it was a lead back home. Now that he has decided his course of action, it’s time to execute it.

“Excuse me.” Gojo Satoru heard a voice. At first, he thought that someone was calling other people not him, until he turned back and saw a petite girl looking straight at him. “Hm?” He smirked. His veil was only making him less noticeable, but it was very effective against ordinary citizens, but this girl managed to pick him out. She has the potential to become a Window. If he was not in a state of confusion, he would have recruited her on the spot. Jujutsu world is always short-handed, not to mention she is a very cute girl.

“Ca-can I take a picture of you?” She requested. ~”~

“Ca-can I take a picture of you?” I squeaked out. The cosplayer in front of me doesn’t say anything, seemingly deep in thought. ‘Did I catch him at a bad time? Or he is not comfortable enough for his picture to be taken?’

“I…I am sorry!” I bowed. “If, if you are not comfortable, I won’t disturb you.” I quickly added, bowed once more and walked back to Yae.

“It’s okay.” He suddenly opened his mouth.

“Eh?” I blinked and looked back at him.

“I don’t mind for a picture. From what I can see, you really love this person.” He smirked.

‘Too alike!!!!’ I flushed when he referred to my bag. ‘Even his voice is almost the same! This cosplayer is really a god tier.’

“Well…” I was flustered to say a comeback.

“In exchange, can I ask you a few questions?”

“Questions? Okay.” I nodded slowly.

“So, where is this?” He asked his first question.

“Eh?” I blinked owlishly, dumbfounded by his question. ‘What does he mean by where is this? Isn’t he a cosplayer? How come he can come here without knowing where is this? I mean he is a cosplayer…’

“Ah.” I hit my fist on my palm. “Are you by any chance, getting dressed up by your friends and then dumped here?” I asked back.

“Yep, that’s right.” He nodded excitedly. “I was told to change into this and then they did my make-up, brought me here and then left me alone.”

“They are too cruel.” I nodded along with him. “Well, this is anime convention in Tokyo, Odaiba convention centre. Can’t you call your friends? I mean, it’s not nice leaving you alone here.” I frowned,

“I want to do that, but my phone is broken.” He smiled sheepishly.

“How unlucky you are…” I sweatdropped.

“I know right? By the way, what do you know about this character?” He gestured to his costume.

“You are cosplaying a character named Gojo Satoru.” I smiled as my eyes sparkled. I then go on a tirade about jujutsu kaisen’s anime and manga. I did get a free copy of volume one as freebie, so I showed it to him.

“Are you okay?” I asked worriedly. He seems like he is paler than he was. “Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to rest area?” I started to panic.

“Rai-chan.” Yae approached us. “What’s wrong?”

“Yae, this person is feeling unwell. Where was the rest area? We have to take him there! Should we call for doctor?” I jolted her back and forth.

“Calm down.” Yae eyes were swimming. “Let’s guide him to rest area first.”

“It’s okay. I was a little overwhelmed.” The cosplayer said as he smiled.

“Really? You are not sick?” I looked at him worriedly.

“Let’s just find a café or something. I haven’t eaten since morning, and I am quite hungry.” He said.

“Okay…” We brought him to Jujutsu Kaisen café. ~”~

Overwhelmed. Yes, that is what Gojo Satoru feels. He is utterly overwhelmed by the sheer information that he has just gotten from this cute girl. And it was only the tip of iceberg. He can now conclude for sure that this is another universe. He was whisked to another world by the blast of cursed energy. That special grade was gathering cursed energy from whoever it killed adding it to its own. And its technique is activated the moment it died. The gathered cursed energy was enough to tear open space and time.

And here in this world, they are just a piece of fiction, written and drawn by an artist. No wonder, they were talking about them like entertainment. They are really just entertainment. For once, he actually couldn’t think which one is reality and which one dream. Does this mean, the whole life he has been living was just a lie, a fiction? The choice they made, the cursed users they killed are all dictated by this creator. His jaw clenched and a murderous aura leaked out.

“Are you okay?” The girl suddenly asked. “Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to rest area?” She started to panic.

“Rai-chan.” Another approached us, presumably her friend. “What’s wrong?”

“Yae, this person is feeling unwell. Where was the rest area? We have to take him there! Should we call for doctor?” The petite girl shook her friend back and forth. She’s worried about a stranger, how cute of her. But thanks to that, he could compose himself.

“Calm down.” Yae eyes were swimming. “Let’s guide him to rest area first.”

“It’s okay. I was a little overwhelmed.” He smiled at them.

“Really? You are not sick?” She is still sceptical.

“Let’s just find a café or something. I haven’t eaten since morning, and I am quite hungry.” Gojo changed the topic. They then lead him to that café that featured their picture. Inside, the two girls recommended some menu to him. So, while waiting, he flips open the book. ~”~

“So, I thought you were asking for a picture?” Yae whispered. She must be wondering how from asking for a picture led to this situation where we have a meal together. But he seems to be absorbed in the manga. He must like it very much.

“You see…” So, I told Yae that his friend pranked him, where they put cosplay on him and then left him here. With his phone broken, he couldn’t even contact his friends. He is really stranded in this sea of humans.

“You sure he was not lying?” Yae frowned

“…Why would he be lying? I mean, what could he get from us?” I blinked. “Besides, anyone who cosplays as Gojo Satoru is not a bad person.” I justified.

“This Gojo Satoru fanatic.” Yae rolled her eyes. Unaware that our conversation was clearly heard by the man opposite us, his mouth quirked up slightly.

“This is interesting. Do you have the next volume?” The cosplayer suddenly asked.

“I know you will like it.” I perked up and smiled brightly. “Ah, the next volume is in my home.”

“That’s too bad.”

“But, here.” I showed him an app I used to read manga online. “You can read it from this app.”

“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked.

“I don’t mind but…”

“But…”

“Can you really read with your blindfold on? I mean, that must be a hassle, right? You don’t really need to get into character anymore. You should read normally.” I said. I know there were some cosplayers liked to stay in character until they changed costumes, but this man here is not a cosplayer… Maybe a cosplayer that hasn’t read Jujutsu Kaisen, I guess.

“Oh, that’s right. No wonder I have difficulty reading. I forgot I have my blindfold on.” The man teehee’ed.

‘So cute.’ I almost squealed out loud. This guy must be a natural, that’s why his friends dress him up as Gojo Satoru. He didn’t even need to learn about his habit or behaviour.

“…” I was in a daze when I finally saw him take off his blindfold. They were contact lenses, but they were very vivid as if they were real. Even Yae was taken aback.

“…Where do you buy those contact lenses? What brand? How much?” Yep, Yae definitely wants those.

“Well, I am not sure. I mean, my friend dressed me up, remember?” He smiled.

“Oh, that’s right.” Yae slumped on the chair. “I wish I can meet your friends now.” She mumbled.

“Here are your orders.” Our orders came at the right time. We only ordered drinks since we had had lunch. But this cosplayer is really sweets fan. Half of the table is full of sweets, courtesy of his orders.

He appears to be really into Jujutsu Kaisen, he didn’t even stop reading it while eating. “This guy will be a true Gojo cosplayer after this,” Yae commented.

“Hehehe. Well, he has a talent you know. He didn’t even know who Gojo Satoru is yet he mimicked him perfectly.” I giggled. ~”~

While eating his sweets, Gojo keeps his ears open, while his eyes are reading a manga about his and his students’ story. He skimmed the whole story and found out a few details. This story centred around Yuji. The story only depicts big events. It didn’t show how they through their normal schooldays that wasn’t about exorcising curse. And the latest issues depicted what has yet to happen.

This is a huge advantage for him. This is basically a future sight. If he could use this well, then a lot of problems can be avoided. Especially now that he knows something is using his best friend, Geto Suguru’s body. Even though there’s no evidence that his own world will unfold as this story depicted, he’d rather be safe than sorry. ~”~

At the end of our meal, the cosplayer is paying for us, even though we offered to split the bill, he still insisted as a thanks, he said. So, we relented. “Thank you…” Now, I finally realized that I still don’t even know his real name. ‘What should I do?’ I looked at Yae for help, but Yae just shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Tanaka Toru.” He grinned.

“Oh, thank you, Tanaka-san.” I bowed.

“It’s fine, I should be thankful for you.” He barked a laugh. “Well then, I still have to fulfil my end of the deal.”

“A deal?” I tilted my head.

“You requested a picture, didn’t you?”

“Ah!” I just remembered about that. “But you have treated us. I think that was enough.” I had a meal with Gojo Satoru, it’s enough repayment.

“No can do.”

“Rai-chan, knowing you, tomorrow you will cry why you didn’t take his offer today,” Yae interjected.

“Yae!!!!” I shrieked at my friend that exposed me like that. “I won’t cry.” I hissed.

“Your Gojo fanatic side will.” She retorted back,

“Urgh…” I didn’t have a comeback for that.

“Hahaha, you two really get along very well.” He laughed. “So, what kind of pose you want?”

“Po-pose?” I squeaked.

“A service.” He winked.

“!!!” My face heated up at the sudden attack.

“She said even if it’s only once, she wanted Gojo Satoru put his chin on the top of her head. She said it was her advantage as a short person.”

“!!!!!!” My heart jumped out of my throat.

“Hooo…” Tanaka-san looked at me while grinning mischievously.

“No… that… you don’t need to do that.” I flailed my arms, trying to say some coherent words, but my cheeks weren’t helping by staying warm all the time. ‘I want to crawl into a hole.’ Tears of embarrassment pooled in the corner of my eyes.

“Tha…that was only delusion of mine. You don’t need to do that, Tanaka-san. I knew better than make a stranger do that weird pose.” I said in a flustered tone.

“I don’t mind.” He said.

“Eh?”

“Yoisho.” I was suddenly pulled to him and felt something heavy on the top of my head. “Like this?”

“~~~~~~” Though his hands only rested on my shoulders, I still think I am going to faint from the close proximity. ‘He is not the real Gojo Satoru. He is not the real Gojo Satoru.’ I chanted the mantra in my mind. But to no avail, with Tanaka-san still in his cosplay, I couldn’t help but think the real Gojo Satoru was the one doing this.

“Perfect.” Yae snapped a picture for us. The me in the picture couldn’t even lift her head due to how embarrassed I was.

“It’s cute.” Tanaka-san commented.

“I am sorry, I am sorry.” I bowed repeatedly to him.

“It was not a problem at all.” He giggled.

“Let’s go or else we will miss our train.” Yae with her strength dragged me away by the scruff of my shirt with all of our shopping bags in her hands.

“Tanaka-san, thank you very much.” I thanked him.

“Be careful on the way home,” Tanaka-san said. ~”~

“Well then.” Gojo Satoru stretched his limbs. He needs to get home fast. But he will need to dye his hair and change his eyes' colour. And then, a place to sleep and some clothing. He has cash in his wallet, but that won’t be enough to cover everything. And he also needs a new phone and a new ID. If he was truly whisked to another universe, he wasn't registered anywhere and of course that includes his phone provider.

“Then, the first thing I need is hair dye and contact lenses, and then a new ID, phone and money.” He murmured. To him, making money is an easy matter. Even though right now he can’t use his speciality to earn money, he knew a trick or two in stock market. That’s what he would do. So he can spend the rest of his day to search a way back home. ~”~

After a nice bath and dinner, it’s finally time for me to unbox my precious merchandise. I am feeling so giddy right now because I am going to add my collection of Gojo Satoru. Not to mention today, I got a pic of a perfect Gojo cosplayer. “Hehehe.” A silly smile appeared on my face. Yae has changed my lock screen into that very same pic. “~~~~” I rolled back and forth on my bed. I am happy but also embarrassed at the same time.

“I hope we meet again at the next convention.” I mumbled a wistful wish. ~”~

I don’t know what kind of luck I have, or Kami-sama is being generous right now. But I meet Tanaka-san a few days later at my part-time. I am doing part-time job in a small coffee shop. “Welcome, how can I help you today?” I smiled at the customer. I blink at the customer who is grinning at me. “You are Tanaka-san, aren’t you?” Even though his hair and eyes are all black now, I can still recognize him from his body language. He is truly the embodiment of living Gojo Satoru.

“Yep. You got it right.” He nodded.

“I have never thought we will meet again.” I giggled. “Which one you would like to buy?” I smiled.

“Any recommendation?”

“The chiffon cake is a nice pair with our matcha latte. And cheesecake will be delicious with any beverage. I like to pair it with berry yoghurt though. Oh, our Caramel latte is also a bestseller.”

“Then, I will take 3 slices chiffon cakes, two slices of cheesecake and a matcha latte, extra sweet, please. I will dine in.”

“Right away.” I quickly made his order and put his ordered cake onto plates. “Here you are, the total is 2.450 yen.”

“Here.” Tanaka-san used his phone to pay.

“Thank you very much.” I gave back his phone.

“I still haven’t got the change.” He smirked.

“Change???” I blinked.

“Your phone number, put it in.” He leaned across the counter to whisper.

“O…oh…” I blushed again. I think I am blushing a lot recently and clumsily typing my number in. “He-here…” I stuttered a little. Tanaka-san throws a wink again when he got his phone back. “~~~~” I cast my head down. ~”~

From that day on, Tanaka-san becomes a regular customer for us. The staff also remember him as Raika’s suitor and always call me to serve him. Though I appreciate their effort, it was pretty embarrassing every time they call me out. They even refer to him as my boyfriend, I feel bad for him, even if he doesn’t really mind.

“Thank you for waiting, Toru-san,” I spoke to Tanaka-san who has been waiting until my shift is over. It’s been a month since our meeting, and he insisted to be called by his given name. I object at first, but he throws me abandoned kitty eyes in the rain and I cave in.

“It’s fine. There’s no need to rush.” Toru-san smiled. Toru-san will walk me home for the day when my part-time shift is over at night.

“You truly don’t need to trouble yourself walking me home,” I muttered.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” His smile dropped.

“No. Not at all.” I shook my head vehemently. “It’s just…”

“Just…”

“…I might get the wrong idea…” I mumbled softly.

“Hm?” He leaned closer.

“No, nothing at all,” I responded. “Anyway, Toru-san, will you cosplay as Gojo again in the next convention?” I asked.

“…You really like Gojo Satoru, don’t you?” He chuckled.

“…Hmm… I guess I like him as a character and a person. Gojo Satoru has everything I lack. By that, I don’t mean fame or wealth. It’s his confidence and charisma and his wit.” I smiled.

“…”

“I always thought if I have just a fraction of his confidence and wit, I might do better in my life. I am a rather timid person after all. Ah, of course it’s not like I hate my current life. I am surrounded by a lot of nice people and I am very happy.” I laughed.

“But you did well asking me for a picture.” He pointed out.

“That… well… anime convention is one of few places that I can comfortably show my hobby and I got really excited.” I smiled sheepishly.

“Were you bullied?” He frowned.

“It’s not exactly bullying.” I smiled. “It’s just people around me have little to no interest in my hobby, and I am particularly very invested in this hobby of mine. Even though I talked to them, they will show weird glances and tell me to grow up. I once argued my hobby is pretty similar to how invested they are in their favourite celebrities. Well, that didn’t end well…” I laughed. “They told me their celebrities are real and exist in real life but mine is not.”

“So, I’d prefer to keep my hobby and private life secret. Well, my colleagues knew about my hobby, they were fine with it, but often remind me not to spend too much.” I giggled.

“I guess if I have 1/10 of Gojo Satoru’s wit and confidence I could shoot a witty comeback.”

“So, if someone with a similar personality as Gojo Satoru exists, will you date him?” He quirked his brow.

“I guess they do exist. But I don’t think dating him will end well.” I mused.

“Why?” Toru-san suddenly stopped.

“Hmmm… maybe because we are too polar opposite that it won’t end well.”

“But opposite attracts.” He pouted.

“It might be going well at first. But soon, I think they will get bored of me.”

“I don’t think I will.” He interjected.

“That’s the difference between being friends with someone like him and dating someone like him,” I said.

“If I were to date someone like him, he might find it interesting at first because I am very emotional, in contrast with them using logic for everything. But sooner or later that emotional aspect of mine will cause my insecurities to weigh me down and I don’t plan to burden them with my emotional baggage. I get super clingy as well and need assurance every time. I also get jealous easily, sulk easily, will use a very roundabout way to ask for something, sometimes even wishing that they can read my mind instead.” I listed out as I counted my fingers. “The worst part might be in argument. I tend to need a longer time to process the whole thing, but his type of a person was like… how do I say it, he wants it to finish that right now so he can put it behind them. Oh, and I cry easily. In short, I am a very high maintenance but low return. That sums about it.” I giggled at my own shortcomings.

“You shouldn’t downgrade yourself that much.” He frowned.

“It’s the truth.” I laughed. “Oh, we have arrived.” I looked at my apartment. “Thank you for walking me home, Toru-san.” I bowed. “Please be careful on your way home.”

“Rai-chan.” Toru-san suddenly walked closer. “Be more proud of yourself. Someone who treasures you might appear soon.” He patted my head.

“Oh…” I was surprised at his remark, but when I snapped back, he has already walked away. “Can’t they be you?” I whispered softly as I looked at his back longingly. ~”~

“So, when are you going to tell us you two are dating?” Yae looked at me.

“Dating? Who and who?” I blinked.

“It’s you and Toru-san of course.” Yae rolled her eyes exasperatedly.

“M-Me?! And Toru-san?!” I squeaked. “N-no! We are not dating!” I flailed my arms.

“He is walking you every day, waiting for your shift to finish and you call that not dating?” Yae pressed. “And let’s not forget he was the one who ask your phone number first.”

“W-well, he was being nice?”

“What are you? Stupid?” Yae flicked my forehead.

“It hurts.” I rubbed the sore spot. “Besides, he didn’t walk me home recently and seldom reply to my text anymore. So, there’s no way there’s a chance of dating each other.” I smiled sadly.

“…When was the last time he walked you home?”

“A week ago?”

“And what did you guys talk about?”

“About would I date someone with Gojo Satoru’s personality?”

“So, your answer is?”

“I said the relationship won’t last or end well, and I told him about my shortcomings. After that… well the rest is history.” I smiled.

“…” Yae was silent for a while and then suddenly slammed her hands on the table, loudly I might add.

“Y-Yae?” I squeaked.

“Let’s go.” She growled.

“Go? Go to where?”

“Tanaka Toru’s house. You know where is it, don’t you?”

“I-I know his address but, I never go to his house.”

“We are going there right now.” Yae is starting to breathe fire.

“Why do we need to go there?” I cried out.

“Of course I am going to rip off, cut off and smash off his third leg so he can be a woman forever.” She smiled darkly. I can see the dragon behind her breathing fire.

“Le-let’s not go that far. He might be just busy.” I tried to calm her down.

“Ha?! You think I am an idiot?! He clearly ghosted you after you spills about yourself.”

“He did say I shouldn’t downgrade myself too much though.”

“That’s not important.” Yae shoved her head onto my face. “The most important thing is, he strung you along then ghosted you because you have shortcomings. Who the hell in this world didn’t have a fault? I would like to see.”

“Gojo Satoru,” I answered, raising my hand like a good student.

“This stupid girl!” Yae bonked my head hard. “Even Gojo Satoru also has some faults. It’s just he’s better at hiding it.” Yae growled. “If he was so perfect, then he should have noticed his best friend’s crumbling mental state.”

“But then… there will be no story to write.”

“And the way he couldn’t read between the lines is also annoying.”

“I think he is doing it on purpose.”

“That’s even more annoying.” Yae roared. “Why do you keep defending him anyway?”

“Well, he is my favourite character.” I sulked.

“This Gojo fanatic.” Yae clicked her tongue.

“Eh? I like how Rai-chan holds him in high regard though.” A new voice joined in. “But I do agree that he is good at hiding his own faults.”

“…Toru-san?!!!” I gaped. “Why are you here? No, since when you are here?”

“Starting from ‘Of course I am going to rip off, cut off and smash off his third leg so he can be a woman forever’.” He grinned.

“Th-that long time ago?” I sputtered.

“Oh? Then you should be ready because I am going to do it right now.” Yae smiled.

“St-stop!!!” I quickly stood up between them. “Le-let’s not be hasty. This is still public space.” I said.

“We don’t mind at all. And we all agree with Yae. Someone should hit him before we gang up on him.” Manager smiled from the counter along with the staff. Yes, we are having our conversation in the very same café I worked part-time at. That’s why we haven’t been kicked out yet for being too loud.

“Manager!! Don’t encourage Yae!!!” I shrieked.

“Go for it, Yae-chan!!!”

“Use that wrestle move I taught you.”

“Everyone!!!!” I cried out.

“So, what are you doing here? After ghosting Rai-chan for a week, what are you trying to do.”

“We are going on a date.” I felt something heavy on the top of my head and hands encircled my waist and I froze. “I have been thinking and running everywhere to pick a perfect date spot. I finally found it, so I came to pick Rai-chan.” I could feel Toru-san smile.

“Where are you going to take her?” Yae narrowed her eyes.

“It’s a secret.” He grinned. “Don’t worry, I won’t take her to any shady place. Even if Rai-chan wants to, I will just bring her back to my house.” He looked down at me at the same time I looked up and he smirked.

“…” I was too stunned to speak.

“Your house is the shadiest.” Yae glared.

“Well then, let’s go.” Toru-san dragged me away from the café. ~”~

The perfect date spot he mentioned is an amusement park. Toru-san brought me to amusement park. This theme park is actually pretty popular as a date spot. “I bought the tickets. Let’s go.” He cheered as he held my hand.

‘Date…?’ (Riding tea cups)

‘He brought me to a date…?’ (Riding roller coaster)

“We are on a date?!” I blinked in shock.

“Oh, you finally came back. I was wondering what should I do to wake you up from your daze. Even if you look adorable like that.” He smirked.

“…wh…what were you going to do?” I dared myself to ask.

“You want to know?” He leaned closer.

“…on second thought. It’s fine if I don’t know.” I took a step back, averting my eyes.

“I was wondering if I should pull a Gojo Satoru on you.” He chuckled.

“Why?” I blinked.

“Because you like him sooo much.” He even emphasized it with his hands.

“But… Right now, the one with me is Toru-san! I want to know more about you. so, I... I’d rather Toru-san being Toru-san.”

I gasp, ‘Wha-what did I say just now? Didn’t that sound like a confession? What should I do if I make him uncomfortable?’

“To…Toru-san… I am sorry… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” I trembled. “Yo…you can forget what I just said.”

“Okay, I will keep being me just for you.” Toru-san suddenly smiled softly. His eyes also look softer.

“O-oh? Is that so?”

“Let’s go, we are going to ride all of the attractions.” He held my hand again. Today will be the best memories of my whole life. ~”~

“…Why is the street suddenly devoid of people?” I frowned. I was sure I was walking in a very crowded street, a crossroad no less. But then suddenly, everyone is gone. Or was I the one who went missing?

I feel fear creep its hand out. I quickly pull out my phone to call for someone or anyone. But my phone is out of service. “…wa-wa…want so…so-someee….?” I heard a weird voice and my whole body tensed up. I look left and right to seek out the source.

“Wa…want…sooooommmeeee?” Something came out from the shadow of the nearest traffic light pole. It was a monster… a greenish oval-shaped monster with hollow eyes which streaming down with dark stuff.

‘Run!’ I quickly ran to escape and shake off this monster. But the monster also takes off to run after me. ‘Hurry. Faster!’ But no matter how fast I run, where I run, I can’t escape the crossroad. I keep coming back to the same place and the monster is coming closer and closer.

“Ah!” I tripped over and fall down on the street. My knees and palms are throbbing because of the fall. Blood seeped out from the wounds. ‘Get up!’ I forced myself to get up. ‘Hurry up.’ I sniffle a sob as I managed to get up and limp away from that green monster.

“Wan…wan…want…sosososommeeeee.” It opened its mouth, it became so big that it could swallow me in one bite.

I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for a painful death. But the awaited pain is not coming, so I crack open my eyes slightly.

“Die.” Toru-san blasted away that monster to smithereens. That move, that greenish-dark monster. I knew what is that and what Toru-san did. It shouldn’t be possible. He is a fiction, he doesn’t exist. But, the sight in front of me is real. There is no mistake that he is Gojo Satoru. ~”~

“It’s fortunate that you didn’t hurt badly.” Toru, no Gojo Satoru-san sighed in relief as he patched me in his apartment.

“…”

“Rai-chan?” He looked at me worriedly.

‘Wh-what should I do? I am not dreaming, right? I mean, I can still my knees aching a little. Or might this be a realistic dream? Or this is an afterlife because I was maimed dead back then? He is Gojo Satoru. The real Gojo Satoru that I am sure was part of a fiction an hour ago. If he was Toru-san, does that mean I spent a lot of time simping him in front of himself?!!!!’

“Hehehe…” I hear his chuckle. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you. it’s just what were you thinking is reflected in your face. It’s easy to read.” His shoulders trembled.

“Eh?” I blinked. I don’t think I was that bad. At least, no one said that.

“You were thinking about you were simping me in front of me, weren’t you?” He smirked.

“How do you-!” I clapped my mouth shut to avoid making myself more embarrassed.

“You can simp for me more.” He giggled.

“~~~~~” I averted my eyes, pouting a little.

“Are you curious?” Toru, no Gojo-san asked.

I nod my head slightly. He then takes a seat beside me and proceeds to tell me what happened.

“…sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.” He blinked.

“I… didn’t know that you were real. And I went on and on about you like I understood you. I…have no right to do that. I wouldn’t even blame you if you hate everyone in this world.” I clenched my fists on my knees.

“I don’t hate you nor the people here.”

“But!” ‘You suffered because you were created.’

“You didn’t know I was real, Rai-chan. True, I was overwhelmed at first, even a little murderous. But when I finally think with a cool head. It was pretty strange.”

“Strange?”

“Yep. Though the story itself is pretty similar, not all of them are the same. The details are a little bit off. For example, Yuji went to fight a cursed womb on May 27th, it was sunny, but the story depicted it was raining.”

“Does that mean…”

“Parallel world.” He said. “My world and the world depicted in the book might be parallel to each other. Our worlds have the same history, and run on the same course, but not entirely the same. I don’t know how the creator saw this world. But I actually feel lucky that I was sent here.” He smiled.

“Why?”

“Because I can meet you. A cute girl who is simping for me.” He giggled.

“~~~~ Please don’t tease me.” I pouted.

“Another reason is, the book gave me a lot of future insight. Though my world might not unfold like what was depicted in a book. It was enough to take precautions. Especially if Geto Suguru's corpse is wandering out there.” Gojo-san said.

“Do you know the way home?”

“I know. I just need to use my hollow purple on the boundary between worlds.”

“The boundary between world, you mean a boundary between living world and afterlife? That one?”

“Yep. I will twist the boundary to open the path back to my world. But I need the strongest boundary. The place where people strongly believe connected to afterlife.”

“People believe crossing Sanzu river to reach afterlife. So, you have to cross a river?”

“That’s right.” He nodded.

“You have found it?”

“Yeah. I have one in mind.”

“Oh…” I nodded slowly. “When are you going home?” I asked softly.

“Tonight.” He said.

“Can I send you off?” I muttered.

“If you want.”

“Okay…” I nodded again. “…about that cursed spirit…”

“That was because of me.”

“Because of you?” I looked at him.

“You knew that when I was born, the balance tip a little to the side.”

“Yes. It was said like that.”

“That was not an exaggerating fact. But this world where cursed spirit couldn’t possibly be formed suddenly pop out. It’s also because of my influence. My cursed energy was giving form to those thoughts. That’s why I couldn’t linger long here.” He finished.

“Is…that so…?” I don’t know what should I talk about anymore.

“Rai-chan, let’s have dinner. You haven’t eaten, right?”

“Are you going to cook?” I blinked.

“I will try.” He shot me a grin.

“I will help then.” This is the last night we will spend together, the fondest memories I would ever had. ~”~

Gojo-san bring me to the place he mentioned. An abandoned bridge with a dried river under it. “I am going then…” He whispered.

“Yeah…” I nodded. Gojo-san walks a few steps and stops suddenly.

“Rai-chan, want to come with me?”

“I…” My eyes widened. I take steps forward and extend my hand to hold him, but… I decided not to go. “I…can’t…” I shook my head and his eyes dimmed.

“If I go with you, I will become your most prominent weakness. Those higher-ups won’t ever let this chance go. I… don’t want to put you in that position.” I gave him a smile. “Gojo-san, you have a goal, don’t you? You will change the jujutsu world’s regulations. You still can’t stop here because of me.”

“Yeah… that’s right.” He nodded. Yes, He, Gojo Satoru still need to accomplish his goal. So, no other Geto Suguru will be born. He knew that in his mind, but his body refused to let go of her. He doesn’t want to part with her. That’s why he spent longer than he needed to. He knew love was nothing but trouble, but still, he couldn’t help but fell in love. That’s why…

Gojo-san stops in front of me. “Rai-chan.” He called and I looked up to him due to my small stature. And he crashes his lip into mine, hungry, wild, passionate and devouring. It took my breath away.

“Go…jo…-san…”

“It’s Toru, Rai-chan.”

“Toru-san…” I repeated his name, still in daze because of the kiss.

“I am sorry I couldn’t give you everything.”

“It’s okay. You gave me more than enough.” I smiled. “That’s why I will send you off with a smile.” I blinked back my tears.

“Thank you.” He pulled me into a long kiss. The last kiss we will share. And then, he was gone… back to his world, where he belongs, as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, Gojo Satoru.

I linger there a little longer and then go back to my apartment. To my surprise that all my Gojo Satoru merchandise changed into FGO Saber Prototype. Panicked, I call Yae and tell her about this strange phenomenon.

“What are you talking about? Jujutsu Kaisen? Gojo Satoru? Did they make an anime with that title?” Yae said.

“Eh?”

“Moshi Moshi, Rai-chan.”

“Sorry, I will call you back later.” I hung up and surfed the whole internet for Jujutsu Kaisen, but there was no result as if it was never existed to begin with. The reality finally sinks in. “He…didn’t even leave something for me to be remembered.” I sighed sadly, my finger touching my lips, where I can still faintly feel the kiss. ~”~

It has been a few months since the whole ordeal of meeting Gojo Satoru. Sometimes, I wonder if that was all a dream. But one thing that remained is the wallpaper of my lock screen. The first picture I took of him at anime convention.

“You are sighing again.” Yae frowned.

“Sorry.” I smiled sheepishly. Not even Yae remembers about that, only me. She said we did go to anime convention, but I bought Saber Proto merchandise instead of Gojo Satoru.

“You are often in daze lately.”

“I just have a lot to process. Don’t worry, I will be back as usual soon.” I said.

“if you are not okay, then don’t hide it.” Yae sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but I will be here to listen.”

“Thank you, Yae.” I smiled. I am truly grateful for her constant company. “Let’s go. You said you wanted to buy an antique vase.”

“Yeah, my father’s birthday is near.” She nodded, so the two of us decided to shop for his gift. Yae’s father is an antique maniac. So, here we are.

While Yae is busy looking for a vase, I wander alone in the shop and found something ominous. It’s clearly leaking an ominous aura like that cursed spirit that time and I was reminded once again that what happened was real. This thing shouldn’t be put here. I should buy it and throw it far away from human civilization. With my mind made up, I bought that thing.

“I bought it.” I looked at the antique object. “Let’s toss this away tomorrow.” I then chose to sleep early. ~”~

“Hmm…” It’s cold and hard and sandy. ‘Weird, my bed shouldn’t be this hard.’ I cracked open my eyes and met with ground and grasses instead of my room. “What?!” I jumped, looking at my surrounding. I can see I am in some kind of temple-like place, but it’s outside.

“No, wait. It was night and I slept on my bed in my apartment, and then…” Something rolled on the ground. It’s that antique I bought. It was small and round, the size was like a crystal ball, but it was made of bronze with intricate design.

“I feel unknown cursed energy from here.” Familiar trio appeared.

“…Eh?” I blinked.

“Is this big sister a cursed user? She doesn’t look like it.” Yuji frowned.

“This woman…”

“Kugisaki?”

“Her pyjama is nice.”

“Eh?” Yuji blinked owlishly.

“Who are you? how can you enter this place? This is private property.” Megumi spoke up.

“…Actually, I also don’t know…” I said meekly. “I bought that thing and then when I woke up, I was already here.” I pointed to the bronze ball.

“…There is a trace of cursed energy.” Megumi picked it up. “Where did you buy it?”

“…That’s…” ‘How do I tell them… that I am from another universe? They will definitely dub me as a crazy person.’

“Hey first years, why aren’t you in the classroom? Are you guys bullying your teacher now?” A familiar pouty voice said. “I will have to pu…nish…”

“Hello, Toru-san…” I smiled awkwardly. It was so quick that I couldn’t react before I was squished into a tight embrace.

“Rai-chan… Are you really… Rai-chan?”

“…un…” I nodded.

“Who’s that?” Yuji whispered.

“Sensei’s girlfriend?” Nobara replied.

“Last time I checked he doesn’t have any girlfriend,” Megumi said.

“Then must be his new girlfriend,” Yuji concluded.

“But isn’t it strange? Why would she come here in pyjama?” Megumi frowned.

‘We are still in front of his students!!!’ I tried to pull away, keyword, tried. “…Toru-san…?” The response I got is getting hug tighter. “Toru-san, you are still in front of the students!” I flailed my arms.

“Kids, this is my girlfriend, Hisaki Raika.” He suddenly introduced me to them like that.

“Eh?” The trio and I blinked.

“Why is she surprised?” Yuji titled his head.

“Because this is the first time I am hearing about this!!!” I cried.

“Well, you like me and I like you. We even kissed already, so of course you are now my girlfriend, right?” Toru-san spoke as if it was the most natural thing about it.

“No wait. Let me process this…” My eyes swam.

“Then, kids, Principal Yaga will substitute for me. I need to take care of some things first.” He said and we teleported. ~”~

“Have you calmed down?” I was seated on the sofa.

“A little…” I nodded.

“Hmmm…you sure?” Toru-san scooted closer. So close that our legs are touching.

“To…Toru-san…” I called timidly.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“Ca-can you sit a little further…”

“…Are you that uncomfortable…?”

“Be-because when I am near you…. My…my heart is beating so fast that I think it will explode!!!” I blurted.

At that time what’s running in Gojo’s head is, ‘What’s this cute creature? Is it allowed to be this cute? Can I eat her now?’

“Then…” I practically feel the teasing in his tone. “Let’s do this.” I was moved to his lap and he put his chin atop my head. “I remember you like this so much.”

“!!!!” I let out a small squeak as I sat frozen in place. Unlike the first and second time. I can feel his hands intimately rubbing my hips. My heart is really going to explode!!!!

“Y…y…you…” My eyes swam again. “Are you sure you want me to be your girlfriend?!!”

“Rai-chan…” Toru-san gently turned me around.

“I…I mean… I told you that I am very high maintenance and low return. If… if you suddenly got bored of me… I… I don’t think I can handle it… And I am also weak. I don’t know how to exorcise cursed spirits. And I also will become your weakness. I don’t like that the most…” By this time, I already sniffling. “And, I am a crybaby…” I sniffled.

“You are worth it.” He said it seriously. “You are worth the trouble.” He guided my hands to pull down his blindfold. “Rai-chan, I only want you. For you, I am ready to stake my everything. That day, I couldn’t give you my everything. Even after coming back here, I couldn’t stop thinking about those what-ifs. But now, I can. I will give you my everything, so stay beside me.”

“Toru…-san…”

“Besides, all those high maintenance you said were not that bad. I am very clingy too, I like to stick beside you and you like to cling to me. Aren’t we a perfect match?” He grinned. “Though there won’t be a relationship without a fight, we can solve it together. We just need to communicate. We can learn from each other.”

“I…am not the brightest, you might find it annoying to explain things to me,” I mumbled.

“You know, Rai-chan. When you talk to me, all I notice is how soft your lips are. I think I didn’t listen to 90% of what you said. I only think how it will look like if I kiss you senseless.”

“~~~~~~~”

“So, let’s stop searching for what won’t work. Let’s try us.” He whispered as his nose touched mine.

“…un…” I nodded slowly. A wide smile blooms on his face.

“Good, now I need to make an ID for you and a phone too. Oh, by the way, how did you come here?”

“Ah, that’s…” I explained to him about the strange object that leaked the cursed energy and also about how Jujutsu Kaisen or anything related to it vanished right after he went back.

“I see. Though I don’t know why it vanished, that thing you bought must be the one who brought you here. But Rai-chan, you shouldn’t casually buy a strange object like that. What if that thing killed you.” He scolded.

“I was going to throw it away in an uncivilized place the next day. When I woke up, I was already here.” I smiled.

“Really… I am glad that it took you right in Jujutsu High. If it was somewhere I don’t know…” he sighed.

“Sorry…”

“Where is that thing?”

“Ah… I left it in Jujutsu High.”

“Well, I think I should tell Principal Yaga about this.”

“Should I go to?”

“Rai-chan, you stay here first. I don’t think you want to go out with a pyjama.” He grinned.

“Ah…” It was then I realized he was right.

“Fufufu. Rai-chan is still cute like this.” He kissed my cheek. “Then, I am going back to school.”

“Okay, be careful.” I smiled and there he went.

I look at the clock showing it’s 3 p.m. and I definitely need a bath, desperately. I padded around the house. It was a simple, luxury house. There’s one master bedroom, one guest room, and a big-sized living room complete with a kitchenette. There is also a garage. It’s very comfortable here.

The only bathroom is in the master bedroom. So, yep, I have my warm bath there. It helped me a lot to sort my thoughts. It finally sinks in that I am whisked away to another universe. I wonder what happened back in my own universe? Will I be reported as a missing person…or…anything related to me will vanish? Just like Jujutsu Kaisen? To be honest, I won’t miss my family since we are not in a really good term. Every day I will hear how much better that neighbouring kid was, how my brother was a golden child to them. I was so sick of it. It’s fine if I won’t be able to see them for the rest of my life. But if I really can’t go back. I want to at least say goodbye to Yae and my colleagues. They are all nice people. Manager hired me even though I have zero knowledge in serving beverages. They patiently taught me how to mix the drink, even baking.

I am torn between vanishing completely or being remembered. If I truly vanish as if I don’t exist, I will be truly alone in these worlds… “This must be what Toru-san felt back then…. Stranded alone in a strange place with no friends, no family and no colleagues.” I sighed. “I feel lonely…” I sobbed. ~”~

“What should I do?” I looked at the pile of dirty clothing. There’s nothing to be changed into. “Should I wear towel until my pyjama dries?” I mumbled. That might not be the best idea. Even though I am alone right now, I will still be embarrassed to death. Not to mention, I want to start cooking dinner, it’s a bit early, but I am hungry. It’s a chore to move around with only a towel. “Should I borrow Toru-san’s shirt? He’s still out, right? it will be fine as long as I changed back before he got home. Okay, let’s go with that.” I nodded.

Now, I am making dinner with whatever leftover ingredients he had. I made potato salad for me to eat now and omurice for dinner later with Toru-san. “Then, it’s done.” I sprinkled some finely chopped green on top of the omelette. “Now, let’s put these on table…” I grinned as I moved the plates onto the dining table.

“Rai-chan! I am home!” Toru-san’s energetic voice echoed.

“Oh, Welcome back.”

“Rai-chan, I finished your…ID…” He suddenly went silent.

“Toru-san, what’s wrong?” I became worried because he suddenly went silent like that. “Are you hurt? Let me see. Wait, where did I see a first aid kit box?” I went into a panic mode.

“Rai-chan, I am fine. I am not hurt.” Toru-san’s voice brought me back to reality.

“Really? You are not lying?” I asked again.

“Yep. Rather than that, Rai-chan…”

“Yes?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“…yes…?” I blinked. “…Oh…oh!” It finally dawned on me I was still wearing his shirt. “I am sorry, I washed my pyjama. I was thinking of staying with only a towel, but I want to make dinner and it was not comfortable moving around with towel. I borrowed this until my pyjama dries. I will also clean this. No wait, I will pay for it. Oh, I better change it now.” I babbled. “And I will also pay for the things I used in bathroom. Please wait until I got a job first.”

‘What should I do? Should I just dogeza now?’

“Eh?” I was lifted up and easily transferred onto the bed. “Eh?” Toru-san is pinning me underneath him. “To…To…Toru-san.”

‘We teleported?!!!!’

“!!!!” In no time, his lips are on top of mine. “To…Toru-san…?” Toru-san has already pulled his blindfold down.

“I told you I would give my everything to you.” He rasped. “Everything in this house is also yours. Whatever you want to use, you can use it to your heart's content. That includes wearing my shirt.”

“No, but…”

“You should totally make my shirts as your pyjama from now on. I have a lot.” I felt his hand sliding up to my thigh and he froze. “Rai-chan…” He groaned. “Were you planning to seduce me from the start?”

“No!!!” I squealed.

“You aren’t wearing…anything underneath.” From the sound of his tone, it’s like he is battling with himself.

“I washed my underwear too.” I cried out. “I don’t know you came back this quick. If I had known, I will wear it even though it’s still damp.”

“So, can I eat you now?”

“Why does it become like this?!”

“You see…” He pressed something hard onto my stomach.

“!!!!!” My whole body is being steamed. It’s flushing with beautiful red colour.

“And I am hungry too.” He gave me a rakish grin.

“O-omurice!!!!” I shouted.

“Omu…rice…?”

“I made omurice for dinner. If you are hungry, eat that. And, I also haven’t eaten anything yet. So, I am hungry…” My voice gets smaller and smaller.

“…Okay…” He relented. “We’ll eat dinner first.” He said. I sigh in relief, “But.”

“But?”

“You are not allowed to change that out.” He grinned cheekily. “And of course no putting anything on, that includes your underwear.”

“What?”

“I will eat you up right here and now if you do that.”

“Toru-san!!!!!” ~”~

So, here I am, in the living room, eating dinner with him. ‘What kind of shame play is this?’ This didn’t bother me before, but now I am aware that I am not alone anymore and Toru-san keeps grinning and shamelessly checking me every chance he gets. I am starting to feel hot and bothered.

“…I think it’s still better for me to put-“

“No.” Came his quick reply.

“But, what if I…stain…”

“Then, come here, sit on my lap. You can stain me for all I care.” He grinned wider.

“…uuu…” I am embarrassed to death. ~”~

“We finished dinner. So, it’s time for exercise.” Here I was again, teleported on the bed for the second time.

“Toru-san!!!!”

“What? I followed your request to eat dinner first, I even took a shower.” He pouted.

“That’s not the problem here!!!”

“So, what’s the problem?” He tilted his head.

“…That’s…”

“Do you not want to? Am I going too fast?” He frowned.

“It…It’s a little fast…” I admitted. “I…I am afraid that my body is not to your expectation.” I covered my face with my hands.

“…Why would you think that?” He frowned. “What do you think my type is?”

“…Someone with a sexy dynamite body?”

“…hey, cutie, look at me.” Toru-san pried open my hands. “You are pretty, beautiful inside out. And that’s a fact. I love everything about you, however your body is. The first thing I thought about you when we met is how cute you were. You are the most adorable in these two worlds. If someone were to say otherwise, they can say goodbye to the living world.”

“That’s going too far.”

“I don’t care.” Toru-san rolled his eyes. “You are worth it all, didn’t I tell you that before?” He smiled. “Well, this is also my job as your boyfriend to make you love yourself. I will love you so much that you won’t be able to think about those useless things anymore. I will keep reminding you how beautiful you are.” He traced my lips. ~”~

“…” I felt feather touches on my face and hair. “…umm…” I cracked open my eyes and see Toru-san’s visage. “…It was not a dream?” I mumbled.

“Well, I can remind you about last night if you would like to.” He grinned.

“!!!!” That woke me up and jolted me upright. I let out a small yelp due to the soreness in my lower body.

“You should rest for today. I think I went a little overboard yesterday.” He giggled.

“…I can’t even move now.” I glared at him with resentment.

“No worries, I take a day off today. I can help you with anything, including bathing you.” He sent a wicked smile to me. “And after that, we are going to shop.”

“I can’t go out.” I shook my head.

“It’s using this, silly.” He opened his laptop and showed me shopping websites. They are all branded items, at least I think so, because branded store usually has their own websites.

“It’s too expensive.” I frowned.

“It’s fine. You deserve the best. Come here.” Again, he put me on his lap and put his chin atop my head. “Money is to be used. And since I have a lot, it’s natural I spend it on you.”

“…I feel bad taking your money like that. I can work too.”

“But Rai-chan, you only have a pyjama now. Even if you want to apply for work, you should have other clothes.”

“…that’s…”

“Just buy some, okay? If you aren’t picking anything. I will just dump all of these into the cart. I know your size anyway.”

“Toru-san!!!” I looked at him horrified, hoping he was only joking. But nope. He is already clicking adding to cart. “Okay, I will pick some. Don’t put everything in the cart.” I cried.

“Okay, you pick.” He nodded, satisfied. In the end, I pick some, I think around 6 pieces and some underwear, but Toru-san protested saying it was not enough. And he helped me pick some. His some equal to enough to fully occupied big sized wardrobe.

“Toru-san, it’s too much.” I pouted. “And why did you cancel my pyjamas?”

“You don’t need pyjamas. You only need my shirts. And I have thrown out that one.” He referred to the pyjama I wore.

“But it’s your shirts, you need to wear them to teach, don’t you?”

“Exactly, so I can smell you for the rest of my working time.”

“~~~~~~”

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