#Not part of The Count's World but cute concept

[caitlinsclark]

WHERES THE TROPHY? ¹ caitlin clark 𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 | summary: caitlin can't admit the romantic nature of your relationship until she tosses away the bond you'd built. based on this concept! read PART TWO word count: 2.1k masterlist and tag list

The lines between friendship and relationship for you and Caitlin had been blurred worse than the eyesight of an 80 year old man with four pairs of glasses. The little fleeting moments of domesticity made you question where your friendship with Caitlin had strayed from the plot. At what point it forged from the paths of your other friendships, and it had become too much to ignore.

Like the time you caught her wearing your soccer sweatshirt straight from your closet, as if proudly displaying your last name was an occurrence she wouldn't even question. It knocked your heart into your stomach to find she had even taken to wearing it to her game days. So she could "always have your good luck with her" as she put it with a convincing pout when you asked for it back. And you were in no place to question it, even if you were always right in the stands waiting to send her all the good luck in the world.

Or when she'd held your face a smidge too intimately while feeding you a forkful of pasta, leaving you absolutely breathless. Her strong grip on your jaw guided you closer, almost instinctively as you wrapped your lips aroundthe fork in her hand.

She smiled smugly at your reaction, as if taunting you, which your entire audience watched gleefully from a live stream. Though she did not seem to care and you had to laugh forcefully and pull your hood up to cover the burning face you were stuck with, even minutes later. You couldn't help but notice the string of comments wishing to be in your place.

And how could you forget the most prominent tradition that she had started years ago during her first lowa game? Caitlin was a show off on the court, that was a fact. But you had learned that only stemmed from a deep down need of reassurance.

So when she makes a perfect logo 3 and points right at you to make sure you're watching, you think she's just fooling around and looking for attention. Until she uses her fingers to form a cute little heart in front of her face, a cheesy but heart warming smile accompanying it.

As a mere friend of hers, you tried not to let this tradition give you debilitating heart palpitations, though that possibility was already long gone.

But as the line blurred to indicate more than friends, you were doomed. It only got worse when Caitlin did it again, and again, and again. Until you had begun expecting it and returning the gesture back to her after every basket.

You'd think all of these acts, which some may call devotion, would come from a girlfriend. And in theory they did, but just not yours. Evil took a human form in the name of Connor, that guy had been hanging around Caitlin for far too long in your opinion.

Maybe hypocritical, as you've been waiting for her for 6 years but at least you got on the soccer team by your own hard work, not nepotism like some people! And he hadn't even been a good enough boyfriend to watch his superstar of a girlfriend at her last three games.

That's how you ended up sitting comfortably cheering on the girl from a foldable chair, court side inside the emptied arena. Caitlin was running drills and you were moral support. Every basket she made elicited a dramatic and rowdy cheer, mimicking a stadium's enthusiasm. She broke her focus to grin at you, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth bashfully.

"C'mere," You gestured to her shoe and she set her foot gently on your knee. You carefully began to tie the laces that had come undone and tapped her ankle when you had made a perfect little bow. She wordlessly put her other foot in the same place, careful not to lean her weight on you.

"So, are you gonna wish me good luck?" The arrogant smirk on her face annoyed you to no end, because you knew she had no doubt that you were going to do it regardless. Her correctly placed confidence in your admiration for her was frustrating to no end.

"Good luck," you both lifted your hands in unison, bringing them together in a high five as you stood up. When you were prepared to let go, Caitlin wasn't and she purposefully drew out the moment with your hands still in the air, linked. Hesitantly, she brought your hands down, still connected and you smiled shyly at the brunette, "You know you've got this, superstar."

Her confident smirk was replaced with a sheepish grin, practically melting at the genuine praise you sent her way, "Thank you."

You grinned at Caitlin as she started to back away, refusing to let go of your hands until your arms were stretched as far as possible. Even then, she held on for dear life to your fingertips for a few lingering moments before running off to the locker room.

Six minutes into the second quarter of the Fever game, you sense a sinister energy lurking around and are not shocked to see Connor making his way to a spot near you. Figures, the only game he comes to he's almost missed half of.

He settles next to you, too close for your own comfort so you make a spectacle of shuffling over. In the midst of this, a teammate had given Caitlin possession of the ball and you had more important things to worry about than the boy next to you.

As if it was second nature, Caitlin took a step back from her defender and the crowd watched in anticipation as the ball flew through the air before landing in the net with a satisfying swoosh. The crowd went crazy, though your girl only celebrated by lifting her fingers into a perfectly formed heart, one that had been practiced far too many times before.

Your heart soared in your chest, same as it did every time before. The moment was interrupted when you were reminded of Connor's agonizing presence by his reaction, which shouldn't have existed.

Seeing him smiling, almost lovingly, at her action reserved for you made a sick feeling twist in your stomach. In no world was that for him.

You tried to shove down the jealousy threatening to push its way out as you made the walk to see Caitlin at halftime. She was already waiting for you once you got the end of the bleachers, holding her hands out to help you down the last step.

Though you could've gotten down on your own, you basked in the opportunity and joined hands with her. And if she knew that you took a few extra seconds to hop down and release her on purpose, she pretended not to notice.

"I got you gatorade," You announced and she pretended to be shocked while you handed her the same flavor you did every halftime. She took it with a grateful smile, preparing to open it and reply.

That irritating, nagging, voice cut back in from whatever end of hell it came from, "I got you water, babe." He placed his hand on Caitlin's back, uncomfortably close to yours but you refused to move.

His eyes bored into yours, almost like he wanted you to back down.

"Cait always drinks a blue gatorade at halftime." Your shrug may come off as cocky but you didn't care enough to mask it.

You wanted to smack the grin off his face as he urged the water bottle toward Caitlin's face, "Better to drink water for now, right babe?"

There was no hiding the passive aggressive tone your words held, "Maybe if you had made effort to go to more than one game you would know she doesn't like," your eyes scanned over the object almost with disgust at his offer, "room temperature water when she's running around."

Though you expected Caitlin's agreement to accompany you, your gazes met for the first time since the slight standoff with her boyfriend and your heart dropped at the look she was giving you.

A tiny part of you, mostly a petty one, screamed for her to throw the water in his face and open the gatorade. You wanted to hit yourself, the most minuscule of "competitions" getting you riled up over your best friend. But with the way she narrowed her stare, leaning the slightest bit away from your touch, you could tell that you overstepped.

And when you were about to apologize, she took a step away and chugged the bottle of water. As she walked, she dropped the bottle of gatorade into the trash can and kept her back to you all the way until she reached the bench.

Your eyes closed in frustration, running a hand over your face and silently wished you weren't an adult so you could punch the grinning male next to you without repercussions. Though this was your doing and your jealousy.

The second half played out and you couldn't help but feel the slightest bit guilty for Caitlin's poor performance. She played with her emotions, and you had confronted her (questionable) boyfriend right before a big part of the game. Connor now sat a few rows in front of you, and it was distinguishable when Caitlin made a layup and pointed in his direction instead of yours.

The next few minutes passed painfully slow as so many ugly emotions built up inside of you. Most of all was anger at yourself for not being able to be happy for your best friend.

You sulked back to the locker room where you met Caitlin after every game. Maybe if you were lucky, she chose the nepo baby again and you could delay this conversation until you cried and convinced yourself today didn't happen.

"What was that out there? Are you trying to shove him out of my life?" She confronted with aggravation lacing her tone. She pulled her hair out of its confined tie, letting it lay against her shoulders. You got momentarily distracted and it showed.

"No, yes, I mean," Your frustration got the best of you and you loathed that your cards were being laid out on the table, "No, I'm not. That wasn't my place to say, I know. I just felt like this was our thing, okay?"

Cailtin's eye brows furrowed and the idea of having to clarify made you even more sick than before.

You gestured to the space between the two of you incredulously, "Basketball was our thing, it sucked that he was abruptly apart of it too. And you can't tell me that you weren't trying to get back at me toward the end."

Her nonchalant laugh made you want to shrink into a ball, it was enough that she didn't have to vocalize that you were reading into everything.

Caitlin ran her fingers through her hair and looked anywhere but at you, "He's my boyfriend, I don't want to choose between the two of you."

You couldn't respond, couldn't find it in yourself to tell her to choose, but also couldn't find the will to say she didn't have to. It wasn't her fault that you couldn't find room in your heart to like her and also be happy for her.

"Did you feel like it'd be only us forever," She said your name slowly as if your statement was impossible to believe, "We can both venture outside of each other and still be best friends. One of us would have to get a boyfriend eventually."

The conviction she spoke with stabbed straight through your chest.

Spoken like it was only a matter of time and no other options laid on the table. You were starting to realize that maybe to her, none ever did.

"Yeah," you tilted your head back momentarily to look at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping as your waterline gathered tears, "Yeah, we both could, but there's a reason only one of us did, Caitlin." Something in her began to soften, maybe it was the direct confrontation of what you had both skirted around for way too long now.

After a moment to gather yourself, you turned and left Caitlin standing with her gold painted award. The trophy in her hand felt dull in comparison to the one she usually walked away with, the one that was currently walking away from her tearfully.

this is in response to that bday post Caitlin made, bby you can do sm better </3 I was listening to the alchemy during this lol

[love-that-we-were-in]

pretty as a vine (sweet as a grape)

pairing: luke castellan x reader summary: luke castellan might be everyone's favorite councilor over the summer. he might be a little too sweet for you in the fall. word count: 1.7k warnings: none

authors note: thank you to @wlntrsldler for letting me steal this concept from you even if making luke a real tried and true loser was a struggle. hope y'all enjoy!!

It was rare to see Camp Half-Blood’s golden boy without his signature smile on his face; always ready to help, always ready to please. 

You’d only had a handful of conversations with Luke Castellan, passing words in the height of hectic summer heat. Most of them in the middle of the night, when all the campers should be tucked away in the cabins, but you’d take the brief moments of quiet to wander the grounds with a lit cigarette hanging off your lips. 

Luke would approach you every time, always the same way, a pink flush on his cheeks and a quiet, timid voice telling you that he had to enforce the rules, that he had to send you back to your cabin because it was past curfew.

You’d roll your eyes, lick your lips, wave the smoke obscuring your view of him away playfully and promise to head back after this one. He’d nod and walk away, and you’d pretend not to notice his silhouette hidden behind one of the trees, not quite obscured enough by the lack of lighting to go wholly unnoticed, waiting for you to make your way back to where you’re supposed to be. 

He was sweet, too sweet, sometimes. Making sure you were safe, that nothing bad would happen to you even after taking his supposed leave. It was cute, really, how he acted around you underneath the starlight, always so nervous and flustered, like he’d never seen a woman before. You supposed, confined to the parameters of camp for so many years, he really hadn’t seen many of them.

It’s something you carry with you this year, watching as summer fades into fall, how camp suddenly empties. You’re not sure what to make of it, how still everything seems now, how the usual noise dampens into almost nothing and you itch for the hurriedness of July to return. 

You’re lucky, really, to have spent so long exploring the world beyond camp, seeing what growing up had to offer as if it were normal. A lot of the kids you see now, they haven’t experienced a half of what you have, trading high school for battling dragons at someone else’s request, and it shows each year like clockwork. 

If you’re honest, hidden behind the treeline near the lake, camp makes you uneasy like this. Less busy, less extreme - walking the thin line between a place to train and a place to live - and it has you more on edge than before. It could be that you’ve grown accustomed to the bustle of the Boston streets. It might just be that Luke has been hiding just beyond view since you lit your cigarette.

“I know, I know,” you say when he finally approaches. He stumbles, familiar flush blotching the skin of his neck, climbing the tips of his ears. “Just let me finish this one.” 

He nods and you wait for him to walk away, follow his usual path back into the forest. He doesn’t, standing on the damp grass nearby without saying a word, and you look at him again. 

You’re used to seeing Luke Castellan in different forms - it’s part of how he lives. Nervous and unsure and so confident with a sword that it’s a little insane that he’s the same person during training as is standing in front of you now. 

He’s got this little dip to his shoulders, fingers tapping against his own thigh as you stare at him. His curls are slightly longer than when summer started, curling around his ears and resting just above his brows. He’s got a sweatshirt on, dark green and oversized, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip the longer you take to look away. 

“You can head back,” you say eventually, flicking ash to the ground at your feet. “I promise to be good and go straight to bed.” 

It’s not meant to be anything, merely an assurance. But there’s this way Luke reacts to it, how his fingers stop tapping in favor of clenching his first, how he breathes deeper for a few breaths, how he swallows around nothing, that ignites something under your skin. Makes you want to push that little bit further. 

“You really need to stop coming out after curfew,” he mumbles in the end, tucking his hands into the front pocket of his sweater. It’s soft and a little warm and you wonder if it’s the humidity or Luke himself that’s responsible. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“You’re sweet, Castellan,” you crush the butt of your cigarette out, brushing past him to start the trek back to your cabin. “It’s kind of adorable.” 

You hear him suck in a breath. You don’t hear his footsteps directly behind you as you walk through the foliage. You kind of wish you’d turned around to see the blush rise on his cheeks. 

Maybe you will next time.

*

Next time doesn’t come for weeks. It gives you space to observe Luke now, when he’s being pulled in fewer directions, when there’s lower expectations. You learn that neither of those things exist where Luke is concerned; that he has this inability to not be helpful, to not put himself forward when no one else will. He somehow takes up more responsibilities as fall gets underway, smiling wide when you know you’d be stretched thin. 

It’s admirable, to a point, and you want to know how he does it.

A few years ago, you convinced yourself Luke was only on when the sun shone brightest. Watching him demonstrate a throw to a young Athena kid, you think he might be the sun itself. 

“Nice arm,” is what you greet him with when the little girl runs off, ball in hand. He pauses his hands where they rest on the fabric of his pants, still slightly bent at the knees from helping and lips parted as he glances up at you. “She seemed happy.” 

“She just needed some help with the technique.”

He shrugs and stands to actually face you. 

Mid-afternoon at camp has never really sat well with you. Always slower, sun burning and campers left to fill their own time before dinner. You’ve never really known what to do with it; Luke squints at the grounds before you as if he’s searching for who needs him next.

“Do you ever take a break?” Is what you say when the silence drags on for too long. 

Luke blinks, lips parting. A group of Hephaestus kids laugh from down by the lake. You wait. 

“I go to bed at midnight.”

“And what time do you wake up?” You kick at the grass below your feet, taking in how Luke stumbles for an answer, brown eyes darting each way as if it’ll fall from the sky. 

“The apollo kids really love watching the sunrise,” he chokes out in the end, digging his hands into his pockets. You wonder if he thinks it makes his nerves less obvious. “It’s a really nice sunrise.” 

“Come watch it with me tomorrow.”

You say it partly for the reaction itself. That same quick breath Luke takes each time you say something that shocks him, the red tint to his cheeks, the tip of his nose, the harsh movement of his adams’ apple. You kind of also really want to see how Luke Castellan changes between day and night - if it’s a version of him you just haven’t read yet. 

You don’t mention that you’ll have to force yourself out of bed, unused to early rising. 

He nods, three quick nods like he thinks you’ll take it back if he’s not enthusiastic enough. 

You smile then. “I’ll see you later, Luke.”

*

He meets you where he usually does, further north than anyone tends to go at any hour, let alone this early. There’s less hesitation to his steps than a few nights ago, your invitation dangling between you both something like a promise. 

“I’m not gonna bite,” you say when he stops just short of the rock you’ve claimed. You glance over at where he’s just feet away, bright orange camp tee peeking out from his grey hoodie. “It’s too early for that.”

“Oh.” 

There’s some shuffling before Luke is perching himself on the stone next to you. He’s close enough to touch from here, the makeshift seat just barely big enough for two people to share, and you take in how he tucks his hands into his pockets, makes himself take up as little room as possible. 

Outside of his swordsmanship, you’ve never seen Luke take up much space at all.

“This is nice,” he says eventually, the sun starting to peer over the lake. 

There’s something almost beautiful about what the sunrise does for him, you realise. Neither of you have moved, Luke’s gaze still locked on the horizon, but you’ve transferred your attention to him. You’ve seen the lake enough times. You’ve never seen Luke Castellan’s chest rising and falling with each steady breath, or the way his eyes turn a little gold when the sun hits them just right. How he relaxes in the autumn chill.

“You’re really pretty, Luke.”

It slips past your lips before it fully forms in your mind. His head snaps to the side, cheeks flushing and lips parted. You hadn’t meant to say it, too caught up in the slow start to the morning, but it’s out there and you don’t want to take it back.

“Such a pretty boy,” you mutter, shaking your head. 

“I-“ Luke starts, before clearing his throat. You see his hands twitch in his pockets. “What?” 

You twist on the rock underneath you, lifting your legs so they’re crossed, knees brushing the edge of Luke’s thigh. His eyes drop at the movement.

This should feel weird at camp. You’d fallen into the habit of flirting back in Boston, something to fill the gaps and score you a cigarette when you really needed help to get them. Never like this though - like the moment was delicate and its shattering was solely in your hands. 

The ability to shatter Luke Castellan, Camp Half-Blood’s golden boy, rests on your shoulders in an early sunrise.

When his breath hitches as you push yourself closer, you think you’d like to watch him shatter in the sunlight. 

Pretty doesn’t even come close when it happens.

[radioactivesweet]

can i request poseidon x ExiledGod!S/o whose the God of Life and Nature and protector of living things? They give him pretty flowers and their voice is soothing and calming, a baby would fall asleep listening to their voice. They were exiled to earth in the mortal realm for disobeying a law, so they lived forever in earth in a secluded forest and helps hikers or a passerby.

this sounds like such a cute concept!!! hope you'll like it^^ I might have gone a bit off track ngl

Behind his expressionless façade, Poseidon was quite unsettled when he first heard the news: you had been exiled to the mortal realm. He wasn't expecting you, out of all the gods he knew, to be given this punishment... no, deep down, he knew that was something you have been longing for. It wouldn't surprise him if he were to discover that you disobeyed the rules on purpose. You have always been quite unusual, after all.

Most gods look down on humans, Poseidon first and foremost. Somehow you loved, you protected them - respected even To someone like Poseidon it was an unconceivable thought - he couldn't bring himself to respect his fellow gods, whom he deemed as vile and cowards, much less humans. Despite your differences, he respected you, who needn't allies nor schemed, who loved unconditionally without asking for anything in return. He didn't necessarily approve of your beliefs, nor he did care to correct you - yet, after you had been exiled, Poseidon found himself more and more often wandering around the mortal realm.

"I've been missing you too", you greeted him with a smile while his brows furrowed, missing you? You must have misunderstood him. "I was just passing by", he explained, despite it being unreasonable for someone like him to be just "passing by". You seemed healthy, heaalthier than the last time he had meet you in the Heavens - wherever you'd walk, flowers and grass would grow beneath your feet, life would thrive all around you, making it spring all year long... and it all seemed to be amplified now that you were on Earth. He thought you were beautiful under the gentle light of the sun, finally at peace.

You welcomed him in your lair, a cottage in the middle of the woods, a place where those were lost could find refuge, where nature blossomed undisturbed - a peaceful coexistance between men and the rest of the natural world, something which gods considered to be unattainable. Something only you could make possible.

At first his visits were sporadic, it would be years before he would come back and visit you, then it became a matter of months... then you'd be counting the days in between your meetings. Sometimes you were surrounded by humans who couldn't find their way out of the forest, other times you were looking after a group of childreen, singing lullabies in moonlit nights, some other time animals were listening to you as if you were part of their pack. The essence of a deity, not through power, but through love, a feeling he had rarely been able to perceive. He could almost feel it warming his chest whenever you smiled at him or told him some kind word. The most anomalous god he had ever met, definitely.

He heard them, the so called "gods", talking idly about you, for leading that unconventional existance, as if you were the first deity banished in a far-away land, while they poured wine in golden goblets wasting their immortality chatting in their opulent palaces, without a care, "gods" who would hide behind him as soon as a minor accident occured. Those were not worthy of that title, you, who they costantly belittled, were. Your kindness, unparalleled, you, who had all humans virtues, but none of their flaws. Time would pass, yet you would remain unchanged. Poseidon, though, could feel himself changing a little bit every time he would meet you - slowly, but you noticed it too. Patiently, even the toughtest of stones is eroded by waterdrops.

[auras-moonstone]

OMG CAN YOU WRITE A ETHAN LANDRY BASED OFF WILLOW PLS 🙏🙏 I LOVE UR WORK SM

i was writing invisible string when i got your request and i thought i could combine both songs! hope you don’t mind <3

invisible string — ethan landry

word count: 1,696

pairing: slytherin!ethan landry x ravenclaw!fem!reader

summary: ethan, who does not believe in soulmates, meets y/n, a hopeless romantic who is obsessed with the subject and makes him change his mind. later, they find out that all along there was an invisible string tying them to each other.

warnings: none, just fluff <3 it’s a hogwarts au but you don’t have to had watched harry potter to understand.

EVEN IN THE WIZARDING WORLD, SOULMATES WERE EXTREMELY RARE. Very few wizards were lucky enough to have a person that was quite literally meant for them. The amount of people who claimed had found their soulmates could be counted with one hand.

Being the hopeless romantic that she was, Y/N had always been obsessed with the concept of soulmates. She had read every single book about the topic, and her fascination never ceased.

Legend has it, if you had been blessed by Merlin with a soulmate, their initials would appear on your wrists when you turned 18—the legal age for wizards—, and if you happened to be near your soulmate, the thread that tied you to them would stop being invisible and would show its golden colour. No one but the two parts involved would be able to see it, so that’s why some wizards—the majority of them—didn’t fully believe soulmates existed.

Ethan Landry was part of the sceptic’s group. The wizarding civilisation was enormous, and only less than five people had found their soulmate? He called bluff. They were just trying to get some attention. Besides, the entire concept felt really silly to him.

“Do you mind if I sit here? It's the only corner where the sun doesn't hit” a sweet voice interrupted his study session. Ethan raised his head and his heart threatened to leave his chest when he came across two beautiful bright eyes and an adorable shy smile.

“Sure, no problem.” the Slytherin smiled at the Ravenclaw. That’s the most perfect smile I’ve ever seen, Y/N thought as she sat across from him.

That morning the sun was shining brightly and the temperature was perfect—neither hot nor cold—, so Y/N decided to read at her usual spot next to the Black Lake. With a content smile, she opened her favourite book and started her daily reading as she twirled her fingers around the green grass below her.

Ethan’s curious eyes took in the book cover and couldn’t help but chuckle as he read the title: The tale of the four soulmates.

Y/N looked up from her book and frowned at him. “Share the joke so we can laugh together.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… do you read it for pure entertainment, or do you actually believe in soulmates?” he asked, scrunching his nose. And if he didn’t look so insulted by her beliefs, she would’ve thought it was a cute action.

“I do believe in them.” she answered, this time more politely.

“Why?”

“I don’t really have a certain reason. Isn’t it just so pretty to think that all along there was an invisible string tying you to your person?”

He wanted to scream ‘No, it isn’t!’, but he couldn’t, not when her entire being lit up as she talked about it. He wasn’t a monster, he couldn’t be rude to someone just because they thought differently.

“I guess it is… pretty, but I still don’t believe it. There hasn’t been any proof besides doubtful testimonies.” Ethan shrugged.

“That’s fair.” she said. “But, I mean, if you think about it, muggles think wizards exist sorely on movies and books. And yet, here we are. Why is it so hard for people to believe soulmates exist too?”

“You have a point. Unfortunately, I won’t believe it until I see it.”

“You won’t be able to see it, unless you have one.”

“I guess if it happens to someone I trust, I would believe their word.” Ethan said.

“I hope it happens. And when it does, remember when you laughed at the poor girl who sat by you next to the Black Lake.”

Ethan laughed, and it was the best sound Y/N had ever heard. “If it happens, I’ll look for you and apologise. How does that sound?.”

“Looking forward to it.” she smiled. “What’s your name, sceptic?”

The boy opened his mouth to reply when Chad, his best friend, strode towards him and grabbed him by the arm. “Snape is looking for you, and he seemed pretty angry.”

Ethan threw an apologetic glance at the girl. “See you are around, mystical girl.”

The girl rolled her eyes playfully “See you around, sceptic.”

NEITHER OF THE TWO TEENAGERS COULD STOP BUMPING INTO EACH OTHER SINCE THAT SHORT ENCOUNTER. If they hadn’t been so consumed by the electric spark that took over their bodies everytime they saw each other, they would’ve realized that maybe it wasn’t coincidental at all—it was their string pulling them together, because the time of the revelation was getting close and the tie grew stronger with the passing of days.

Ethan had already turned 18, and the unexpected happened—two initials appeared on the inside of his wrist. Y/N/I Y/L/N/I. There were lots of people with those initials, how the hell was he supposed to figure it out? He wished he could talk to that girl, the one who was constantly trying to change his mind about soulmates, but sadly they were on winter holidays.

Every encounter they had, she would tell him one fact about soulmates. And truth was, the more she said, the less he knew how to keep his sceptic mind. Her words had cut through him like a knife. And now that he had proof, there was nothing left to doubt. He couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts and spill everything, but he also couldn't help feeling a bit disheartened about it. Ethan had taken a liking towards the girl, and he couldn't see himself getting to know anyone else but her.

He didn't know why, but his thoughts always bent towards her. He couldn't help it, it was like being lost in a current he could not free himself from.

Y/N's feelings weren't different from his at all. It was exhausting. Everytime she laid her head on the pillow, she could feel him sneaking in. And it weren't just dreams about him, her mind wondered about him throughout her whole day, and it bothered her a little. Firstly, because she didn't even know his name. And second, she just found out she had a soulmate.

"Mom, I'm going to go for a walk." Y/N yelled as she grabbed her coat.

As she strolled down the lighted up narrow street that was filled with dive bars, she thought about the revelation. It was supposed to be the happiest moment of her life. She had been waiting for her 18th birthday for years, but now she wished she hadn't been blessed with a soulmate. The prospect of finding them wasn’t so exciting anymore, and it was all because of that sceptic, brunet boy with wide eyes and radiant smile.

Y/N lowered her gaze down to her wrist and traced her fingers over the initials. E. L. "Will I ever find you?" and as she voiced the thought, she felt a pull on her body that made her come to a stop. She looked around the isolated street, but she didn't find anything. And then, she saw a flicker of gold in her periphery.

Her heart trumped as she followed the trail of the golden string. It came out of her wrist and it was guiding her towards a dive bar. This was it, her soulmate was there. Before she knew it, she was opening the door of the small bar illuminated by neon lights.

Her soulmate was staring right at her, and he wore the same appalled expression as her. Like compasses, their feet dragged them towards each other, meeting in the middle. Of course it was him, she thought, it had always been him.

“Hi, sceptic boy. What a turn of events, right?” she smiled at him. She was static, clouded by happiness.

“The best plot twist to ever exist.” Ethan mirrored her smile. “I guess, now in handsight, it was pretty obvious, right?”

Y/N let out a laugh as she nodded “So many clues we didn’t see.”

Ethan felt his chest might explode from happiness as he look down at their hands. The golden string was sparkling almost as much as the soulmates, who couldn’t get over the discovery. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so glad it’s you.”

“Me too.” she whispered, jointing their hands. Warmth spread through their bodies, and Ethan wrapped her in his arms.

“You wrecked my plans.” he said with a laugh, as he guided her to the stools. Y/N frowned in confusion, so he continued. “I was planning to wallow in sadness.”

“Why? What happened?” she asked worriedly. Ethan smiled at that, and then extended his right hand, showing her the initials. The girl’s eyes filled with sadness. “You didn’t want a soulmate?”

“Not if it wasn’t you.”

Y/N sighed in relief, pinching his ribs. “You scared me, asshole.” he laughed and muttered an apology. “By the way, we never exchanged names.”

“I’m Ethan Landry, ex-sceptic.” he winked at her.

“Y/N Y/L/N, and you, sir, owe me an apology.”

He stood up, putting his hands on her waist. She was sitting on the tall stool, making them be at the same height. “I’m really sorry for laughing at you.”

“Mmm… I don’t know if I should forgive you. Soulmates had always been a big deal to me.” she said playfully, fixing the already fixed collar of his shirt.

“Maybe I can bribe you?” he smirked, his hands trailed slowly from her waist to the back of her neck. “I’ve been told I’m a great kisser.”

Y/N frowned. “I don’t wanna know what your exes say about you” not to be toxic, but picturing him with other girls made her want to throw up.

“You’re so cute.” he laughed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. But I want you to know that ever since I met you, I have been all about you. No one else.”

“Good.” she said with a sufficient smile.

“You stink with jealousy.” he scrunch his nose in a teasing manner.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Shut up and kiss me, asshole.”

Ethan laughed and pulled her into a soft and magical kiss. “I’m in heaven.” he muttered between kisses.

“Wow, you went from aromantic to a sappy boy.”

“I know.” he sighed, acting frustrated. “I’m not ashamed though, I’m obsessed with you and I plan to show it everyday.”

“Now that sounds like heaven.”

[attapullman]

Stupid White Car | Neighbor!Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Pretty trees and cozy fire pit nights are all you expected when Robert mentioned wanting to landscape his backyard. And then the architect in the slutty white Benz shows up.

Word Count: 810

Warnings: none except sorry if your name is Alyssa 😬

A Note From Mo: The world's biggest shoutout to my favourite Bradshaw Baddie @roosterforme for coming up with this delicious idea and beta-ing this sake-written, jealousy-fueled oneshot for the neighbor!Bob anthology. Hope this satisfies everyone's appetite until Part III graces your screens.

The project was supposed to be done a week ago. No more white Mercedes in his driveway, no more lemonade on the back patio, no more mulch deliveries outside business hours. No more her.

When Robert announced he was finally landscaping his boring grass lawn while on leave, you had encouraged him. Dreams of sitting out there with him by a fire pit under some string lights danced before your eyes. But now you’re wishing he had kept his patchy lawn that turned into a mud pit at the slightest chance of rain.

Then she showed up.

You were working in your home office, deep into a spreadsheet, when you heard a female voice in the yard next door. Face pressed into the window, turning just so, a tiny postage stamp of his yard visible from your vantage point. Your sweet boyfriend walking around his desolate lawn, pointing out problems, while the most stunning woman followed him, smiling and nodding and jotting down notes. 

It should be illegal for him to look so good in faded jeans with grass stains. Or for her to pull off work boots so well. 

You missed your three o’clock meeting observing them from your hideout, having moved to the laundry room where you could see his yard better. Watched them sit at the little finicky table he needed to replace and go over pages in her catalog, pointing out the design features he liked and what she recommended. 

You didn’t know words like drip irrigation and concept plan could sound so…intimate.

Now it’s been weeks, and that annoying little car is always in his driveway. When she’s not “supervising” the subcontractor, she’s delivering supplies or needing to go over the plans one last time. The 15th has come and gone, and yet she’s still here. And you’re not sure whether it’s your imagination or not that her blouses suddenly have one less button done.

It’s a beautiful spring day outside, and you wish you were out there instead of holed up trying to make sense of this budget. The window is open to allow a soft breeze, tickling the skin not covered by your thin tshirt. An hour ago you shot Robert a text asking if he wanted to have dinner out tonight, try out that new bistro with the cute patio and enjoy the sunshine and some tiramisu. 

Maybe add in an evening walk along the beach? Ending with a night cap and him wrapped in your overstuffed comforter, enjoying his last night of leave blissfully unaware of the rest of the world.

Checking your quiet phone again, you settle down to your computer. And then you hear a perfect twinkle of a laugh. 

You abandon your computer and race down to the laundry, face pressed against the glass as emerald green jealousy licks along your skin.

No wonder you haven’t heard from Robert, his full attention is on his landscape architect as she has him choose between gravels for the stepping stones they’re finally installing. He’s brought out lemonade. Innocent blue eyes trained on her and laughing good-naturedly as she makes a joke about mortar. A joke a little too sultry for your taste.

You didn’t even hear her car pull in. When you talked to him last night he acted like all decisions had been made, one more full day of work and his backyard would be summer ready. It’s not a surprise she has weaseled herself into another visit.

Their hands accidentally brush as they flip between sample pages. Your entire being is rigid, the world in front of you an ominous red. How dare she touch what’s yours!

Before reasoning can interfere, you’re slipping on sandals and racing to the back fence. Pupils wild, heart racing, the green-eyed monster hot on your heels. 

The latch on his fence, newly installed, nearly pulverized in your jealousy-fueled mission. The gate swings open and there they sit, too close for your liking, her manicured fingers gliding along his forearm as she explains costs. 

Robert stands from his chair, shock and surprise written all over his face. He’s never seen this look in your eyes, this possession written all over your features. The woman raises her eyebrows to you, mildly shocked, mildly irritated you’ve interrupted her meeting with her favorite client.

“Alyssa, this is my, uh, neighbor next door…” he trails off awkwardly, realizing he’s never had to introduce you since that fateful night in your kitchen.

You see her smirk. Her revealing blouse. Her eyes that pity you. And from the corner of your eye, you see that stupid white Mercedes.

Rounding the rickety table, Robert’s eyes are filled with nothing but affection. A gentle reminder that she’s had his time, but you have his heart.

Your shoulders relax, returning her smug smile as you complete his sentence. “Neighbor…and girlfriend.”

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[lizzy06]

Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Itachiyama Fic Rec Masterlist

THE BLIND DATING SHOW: Slide to Unlock Love ✨by liillyliilly (oneshot, fluff, comedy)She given the chance to appear on a blind dating show, but the catch here is… she'll be blind dating 10 guys based solely on their phones. Who will she end up with? Who does she eliminate first? Will she regret making an elimination too hastily?

Green or Gold  ✨✨💖by @seokiloquy (oneshot, royalty au, butler! sakusa, princess! reader) A birthday, a ball, a prince and courting. [COMPLETED]

Home ✨✨💖by @amjustagirl (oneshot, hurt to comfort, angst, fluff) Kiyoomi’s concept of home doesn’t include you. Atleast, he thought that it didn't.[COMPLETED]

Envy /Ao3✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, domestic fluff, smut) Childhood friends with Sakusa Kiyoomi, you were sure that your unrequited desires would simply stay that way. From play-dates in his backyard to being the manager to the Itachiyama volleyball team, you were content with watching your friend pursue his dream. [COMPLETED]

The video call accident✨✨ by @reverie-starlight (onehot, humor, fluff, secret relationship)[COMPLETED]

sakusa x reader ✨by @augustinewrites (oneshot, humor, fluff) Sakusa likes you, the physiotherapist of MSBY jackals. or Sakusa Kiyoomi likes to think he’s a decently smart man.[COMPLETED]

I hear you- you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts. by @box-of-roses

➥ Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 |

Soulmate!Sakusa x Reader ✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, soulmate au) You are Karasuno’s manager and, unfortunately for the both of you, very popular among those in your year.[COMPLETED]

Counting Down To You ✨by @kouomi (oneshot, soulmate au)When meeting your soulmate is a matter of life or death, is it possible to beat the clock and find them in time?[COMPLETED]

change of heart by heart condemned Falling in love wasn't part of the plan. Kiyoomi never considered it; didn't deem it important enough to factor into his life. Until, he meets you and undergoes a change of heart he never believed possible. [ONGOING]

Quiet Sort of Love by @watevermelon (oneshot, fluff, angst, mutual pinning) Manager to the Fukurōdani volleyball club, there was no doubt that Itachiyama’s Sakusa Kiyoomi was a strong ace. He brought your team to their knees on multiple occasions, but what you were not expecting was getting to know the nationally acclaimed spiker beyond just the titles and labels.[COMPLETED]

COMPRESSION by @teamatsumu (oneshot, fluff, humor, manager!reader) atsumu is the perfect person to feed your obsession with kiyoomi’s arms.[COMPLETED]

Not So Ridiculous ✨by @mimi-cee-hq (fluff)When Sakusa comes back to visit his parents for a weekend to surprise his beloved mom for her birthday, he freezes, seeing you in his old room. You were an exchange student. He missed the memo. A cute and wholesome one-shot about Sakusa’s first impressions of you.  [COMPLETED] Not So Ridiculous Part-2 ✨by @mimi-cee-hq (fluff) Sakusa has a crush on you, so he helps you navigate Tokyo during Tsukimi, Japan’s harvest moon festival. He gets a little jealous when he learns you’re there to support one of your classmates – so he may have suggested going up the cramp and crowded Skytree elevator with you.[COMPLETED]

Infectious Love✨ by LittleDeer22(fluff, eventual smut) Sakusa is always worried about what germs may be in his world, so on occasion he does the obviously very rational thing of calling the health department to see if there are any outbreaks in his area he should be wary of. What he didn't expect from these calls was to meet a cute Epidemiology graduate student with her own neuroses to tackle.[COMPLETED]

no secrets here by bunnytime (fluff, secret relationship, humor)in which his teammates realize they don't know anything about sakusa kiyoomi.[COMPLETED]

i don't wanna be just friends. ✨by azuriri (fluff, crush, developing relationship, angst)You move to Tokyo and are enrolled at Itachiyama Academy. There you managed to become the manager of the boys volleyball team and develop a crush on their ace, Sakusa Kiyoomi.[COMPLETED]

and they were roommates✨ by sakusas_personal_hole (mutual pinning, smut, roommates)Being roommates with Sakusa Kiyoomi is easy. Nothing happens between you two besides occasional dinner chats, but when Sakusa needs to tell you about a particularly hard practice, his day gets even harder.[COMPLETED]

Public Transit by kaientai (oneshot, humor, enemies? to lovers)There are only ever two types of people on the subway at five in the morning: those gearing up early for what the day has in store and those dragging themselves home in their drunken stupor. You just had to be the latter, didn't you?[COMPLETED]

freedomscapes by panini1995(post timekip, fluff) In which Sakusa Kiyoomi befriends [Reader] in his college days, for better or for worse. In the roar of live games, in the stillness of cheap coffee places in the morning, in the chaos that is college hallways at the sound of the bell--these are the quiet lulls in-between.[COMPLETED]

Fever Dreams by kaientai (oneshot, established relationship)A visit to your sick boyfriend ends up more heated than intended.[COMPLETED]

Drawing Our Moments by EdenxWrites(oneshot, love confession, High school)Sakusa falls in love like a thundering storm; slowly, and then all at once.[COMPLETED]

Behind a Germaphobe's Mask ✨by sakusasbiggestsimp (first relationship, fluff, humor, smut)Sakusa doesn’t know how he is supposed to go about the physical intimacy involved in dating, but he’ll try for you.[COMPLETED]

love again by enchantingoats (friends with benifts, angst and romance)In which Sakusa breaks your heart in high school, and being a Div 1 libero doesn't get any easier when you meet again as adults. [ONGOING]

be careful what you wish for by alicemitch09 (royalty au, labyrinth au, unrequited love)He wished you away. Your first love, Prince Kiyoomi actually wished you away. And now, here you were: forever stuck in this maze-like dungeon, guarded by a hulking beast for all of eternity.[COMPLETED]

Next year, everything would stay the same by secondhand_trash (friends to lovers, fluff, drunken confession)You and Sakusa had been best friends for years and he had always thought things would stay the exact same no matter what year it was. But as the end of yet another year approached, it seemed he was forced to acknowledge that some things had to change.[COMPLETED]

Touch Starved by sofa_and_stuff (oneshot, fluff, angst)Things had been going well with your boyfriend until you kissed him. Now, your dear Kiyoomi was acting strange. Had you gone too far too fast? Why was Sakusa acting so weird?[COMPLETED]

jungle by heartification (oneshot, post war, fluff, mutual pinning, smut, historical au) kiyoomi seeks serenity after coming home from war.[COMPLETED]

Fleeting Glances by @yourstarvic (series, suggestive)He doesn’t know you and you don’t know him. Sakusa is someone who stays in the same place, doesn’t like exploring thing or try new things. But when he starts something, he won’t stop until its completely perfect, pouring his heart and soul into it. When (y/n) loves to explore, she never stays in the same place for too long. She loves to try new things and going to different places. But Sakusa doesn’t like secrets so what happens when she has a big secret?[COMPLETED]

[amerricanartwork]

Rain World Art Month Day 13 - Five Pebbles

This day's art was very different from what I was expecting! At first I was gonna do a finished and colored piece more typical of this challenge, so I opened my sketchbook to try thumbnailing, but then I got into trying to work out my personal iterator designs again (something I've been trying to do as of recently) and eventually Day 13's art became a (rather messy) collection of studies instead! It still counts though, right?

Honestly though I've been wanting to share my current ideas for iterator design for a bit now, especially since it seems like practically a rite of passage in this fandom to do one's own visual interpretations of the slugcats and iterator puppets. I'm trying to first work out the basic iterator puppet features so I can then modify things like shape language and proportions individually from more of a character design perspective for each of the main six iterators. In that aspect I want a cross between semi-futuristic robot and cute living ball-jointed doll, and I've been struggling a little with how to merge those ideas in a way that is appealing, yet also makes sense for how I imagine the puppets themselves function. It's mostly in regards to the knee joints, the size of the face plates and what parts of the head they cover, the location and connecting structure of the head wires — which I want to be reminiscent of the Na'vi queue for both looks and that similar concept of an external neural connection structure — and conveying an overall segmented/plated look yet still allowing for more organic-looking squishiness in certain parts.

I've taken a lot of inspiration from other iterator designs as well as real dolls, and now I think I'm getting to a design I enjoy! Hopefully I can then start working more on each individual iterator's appearance soon. Until then I hope these look nice!

[secretly-dum]

Joel Miller Headcanons

(please read warning/contents before reading)

pairing: joel miller x reader

request: none

summary: nothing, just some ‘regular’ headcanons

warning/contents: romantic SFW and NSFW hcs (part 1?)

additional notes: here you guys go <3 I’m so sorry for being demotivated but fortunately not enough to not do this!! Thank you all for being patient with me <3

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In a relationship with Joel (SFW):

-Would be so possessive around you in public, his hands would HAVE to be somewhere on you, to having your hand hold his to having his shoulder touching his.

-He’s soft in private, this man is TIRED of life and just wants you to be his cuddle buddy.

-Talking about cuddles, he LOVES to cuddle, especially when it’s cold and he needs to “warm up”(an excuse to sleep with you)

-But of course since this is Joel we are talking about, he acts ignorant and pretends that he doesn’t like cuddling(mostly because he doesn’t like showing his soft side to you, so reassure him that you won’t make fun of him for that)

-One time he needed to “warm up” so he slept beside you not touching you at all and when you woke up his leg was over yours and his arm was wrapped around you(he also refused that it was himself doing this and said that he ‘moves’ in his sleep).

-His love language is definitely words of affirmation and physical touch.

-He is SO deprived of both, if you even show an inch of both his heart literally just melts.

-PLEASE play with his hair, seeing his face hide his cute smile is so heartwarming.

-Uses so many pet names to refer to you, you can’t even count anymore, and some of them don’t even make sense(he called you ‘honeysuckle’ once).

-Will do anything in his way to protect, heal, and love you. This one guy is bothering you? All of a sudden he’s gone. You have a horrible wound? He’s stocked up with medicine immediately. You like figurines/toys? Will kill anyone and anything to get you a single figure/toy.

-Is more of a listener than a talker, he loves listening to you talk about your day and interests.

-Goes to you or Ellie every time he has free time, you guys are LITERALLY his world.

-Forces himself to understand confusing concepts of your interests if it means interacting with you.

-Hates it when you’re sad since he’s really not the best comforter, doesn’t know what exactly to do when you cry so he just holds you while you cry into him, it somehow works making you feel better every time.

-Goes to you and tests out his 4 dad jokes before telling them to Ellie, you always have to hold in your giggle when he’s trying to tell the jokes to Ellie.

-You and Ellie’s needs are in front of his, he could be on the brink of death but still do anything in his way to make sure you both are healthy and safe.

-Secretly thinks of you as Ellie’s parent, and sometimes makes up cute scenarios that make you all three look like a small family in his head (this hc makes me sob)

-At the start of the relationship he was hesitant to showing/expressing his feelings, but now since boundaries are set and he’s more comfortable, he will always tell you whether or not he’s feeling negative.

-Watches you as you sleep but not in a creepy way, he always have thoughts that make him think you’ll die in your sleep so he’ll stay up an extra few minutes to make sure your safe. He loves how comfortable and dreamy you look.

-If you make something for him, whether it be a joke or not, he’ll always keep it on him. You gave him a nut and made some stupid joke? It’s on top of his dresser with other things you and Ellie have gave him.

-Definitely gives you something back, if you keep it and he sees it somewhere he smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

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In a relationship with Joel (NSFW):

-I don’t care what ANYONE says this man is a switch who prefers to be a bottom.

-Despite him being strong physically and emotionally, he’s always so vulnerable and obedient to you.

-Won’t do any slapping, choking, and hitting to you unless you ask/tell him to, but nevertheless he will lightly hit you, feels weird to hit his lover.

-Will be quiet if you guys are in a slightly unsafe area, but will scream your name if you guys are in either his or your home.

-Did I mention how he won’t slap, choke, or hit you unless you ask? You can do all three to him and he’ll still say thank you (one time you asked him why he won’t do the same hitting to you and he said “It’s not the same” 😭)

-Whimpers and whines like a bitch, it’s incredibly pornographic and I’m wondering to this day who taught him to make such angelic noises.

-Begs and obeys, can’t be brat unless you catch him on a real bad day or he just wants a punishment from you.

-Doesn’t do any risky stuff like getting you pregnant or hurt but will gladly let you fuck him in a spot that could get you guys caught.

-If he’s being dominant, he will be a soft dominant, Joel once said “he loves you too much to be doing such ‘harsh’ things to you” (unless you ask him to!)

-Pussy AND cock drunk, he’s addicted to you and your pussy/dick. Would be licking/sucking you for hours if he could (bisexual!joel is real).

-Overstimulation kink, which goes for both ways if you want. He loves it when he says he can’t take it anymore and you say he can.

-Your touch lingering over his body has him so turned on, the anticipation of how you’ll touch him turns him on so bad.

-Loves it when you mark him, bites, hickeys and etc. If you mark him on somewhere visible, he’ll show it off like a trophy.

-Likes bondage, seeing you all tied up and the curves of your body being more visible to him has him in a chokehold.

-He tells you that you taste so sweet and good, even if you haven’t showered that day(let’s be honest barely anyone showers in TLOU anymore)

-For some weird reason, seeing you sweat or have someone else’s blood on you turns him on a lot. Something about seeing you like that makes him want to fuck you right then and there.

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[teamatsumu]

was i meant to love you? (part one)

pairing: miya osamu x reader

summary: the kanji on your arm says Miya Atsumu’s name. but every fiber of your being is in love with his twin brother.

word count: 2796

warnings: soulmate au, fem!reader, miya atsumu x reader, angst, fluff, swearing

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As a young child, your parents always told you that the universe created soulmates to form and nurture the bonds of love. No human on this planet would be left alone, because everyone had someone created for them. To love and care for them, to fill the gaps in their hearts and provide people with the bliss of knowing that they meant the whole world to someone.

There was nothing sad or difficult about it, the universe had ensured it.

At an infant’s first birthday, neat kanji letters would appear on their forearm, clear as day, specifying the first and last names of their soulmates. There was no ambiguity. The universe ensured that you would find your soulmate no matter what. An individual would grow up knowing who they were meant to be with, and they would die at a ripe old age with that person after spending their whole lives with them.

You were no exception to the rule. When the clock struck midnight, your tiny, one year old arm was marked with the letters that would be there until you died. A simple name.

Miya Atsumu.

Your mother was ever the hopeless romantic. She had met your father in her late teens, considering he lived all the way across the globe and getting there wasn’t easy. So she wanted for you what she had never had. A childhood romance. A kinship between children that would one day transform into a comfortable, familiar love. She wanted you to grow up with the person you were meant to be with, to stand by his side through everything, no matter how trivial. The thought of maturing with your other half had her sighing and batting her eyelashes dreamily, so the minute your kanji appeared, the hunt for Miya Atsumu was on.

Imagine her overjoyed reaction when she found out he was in the same country. Nothing could stop her from uprooting your lives in Tokyo to move all the way to Hyogo, and your father, the man who could never deny her anything, had agreed to go along of course. Anything for his wife. And anything to secure love for his child.

And so you met the Miya Twins. Same age as you, scarily identical and hard to differentiate in your tiny, underdeveloped mind. You had moved in only a few blocks away, and once your mother had spoken to their parents, it seemed you were woven into their lives permanently.

Miya Atsumu, your soulmate, was okay. He was a baby, you were a baby. You have no concept of love, or fate, or other halves. All you cared about was that he was active and loved to play. But he didn’t like sharing his toys which often made you cry. In moments like these, his twin, Miya Osamu, would share with you what was his, both of you playing together and occasionally scowling over at Atsumu. Eventually, Atsumu would get tired of being left out, and he would offer you his own toys just so all of you would play together.

Your mother thought it was very cute. The twins’ mother was endlessly relieved. At least one of her boys had found his soulmate. Because for the other, it seemed a hopeless case.

For you see, Miya Osamu’s arm was blank. There were no deep red kanji letters on his skin, telling him who his soulmate was. As far as the eye could tell, Miya Osamu had no one.

The boy had no concept of how doomed he was. But his parents did. And his mother had cried and sobbed herself to sickness thinking her boy was an anomaly. That somehow, the universe believed that maybe Osamu didn’t deserve love. It broke their hearts. So when Atsumu’s soulmate was brought to them, they felt slightly at ease. Just a bit. Just enough to lighten their load slightly. Because you got along so well with Osamu. You liked to play with him, you enjoyed sharing with him. Sometimes, you even ate off the same plate (something Atsumu would never tolerate. That was his food. He doesn’t share).

Their mother could rest easy knowing that even if Osamu didn’t have a soulmate, his twin brother’s soulmate would not cut him out. That Osamu could still rely on family, even if he didn’t have somebody of his own.

In hindsight, these early interactions between toddlers should have been an indication of the future. But your mothers never noticed something off. If only you had a brain developed enough to realize what was happening at such an early age.

And so you grew up with the twins, same daycares, same schools, same playgrounds. At no point were you separated. From the moment you could form coherent thoughts, they were with you, and you with them. Atsumu was your loud, boisterous soulmate. Always ready for a challenge, endlessly hungry for victory. In his middle school days he had decided he wanted to play volleyball for the rest of his life, and so that’s what he focused on. Atsumu was a simple person, his intentions and objectives were clear.

In middle school, you first wrapped your head around the fact that Atsumu was someone you had to like romantically. It was almost a foreign concept, but the young girl in you was curious, just as anyone your age would be while going through puberty. So you were excited when you and Atsumu started ‘dating’. It was what Fate had dictated, after all. You and him were meant to be together, weren’t you?

You had your first kiss with him after a volleyball game. You had been cheering from the sidelines, and Atsumu barrelled right into you after the final whistle. He was sweaty, and very sticky, and he laid an equally sticky smooch on your lips. You and him both buzzed with the adrenaline of the win, and the kiss felt nice.

You would hold hands at school, and Atsumu would walk you to class. You would always stay on the balcony during after-school practice, watching the twins play. To onlookers, it was endlessly cute. Young love, as they say.

You didn’t think too much about the fact that you did it more out of obligation than for love. You assumed this is what it was. The ‘soulmate bond’ or whatever. You didn’t need to consider it. You had always been told that your life and Atsumu’s were connected, so that was that.

And then there was Osamu. Quieter than Atsumu, but just as determined. He had a competitive streak just as mean as his brother, and at no point did he get left behind. Osamu loved volleyball, maybe not as much as his brother, but enough to invest a whole lot of his time into it. In every aspect, the twins balanced each other perfectly. Osamu knew exactly when to reign Atsumu in. He was more perceptive in that sense. He picked up on stuff that flew over Atsumu’s head sometimes. And that applied to you too.

He was your best friend.

When you would fall on the playground and skin your knees, Osamu would help you up. He would wipe the tears and snot off your face and shoulder you as you walked home. He would hold your hand while your mother would clean and patch you up. Osamu would share all his snacks with you, including candy. He didn’t mind. He always insisted that you ate so little that it hardly mattered.

In middle school, Osamu made sure to ask the volleyball team coach for permission to let you stay and watch practices. Onlookers weren’t really allowed for day-to-day training, but Osamu convinced him to make an exception. You studied together for every quiz, every test. When you would fall asleep while studying, it would always somehow be on Osamu’s bed, and he would tuck you in without fail every single time.

While Atsumu kept looking forward in life, Osamu made sure to glance back and hold your hand tight to make sure you didn’t get left behind.

He was here now too, standing outside the volleyball coach’s office with you. Your first year in Inarizaki High, and you clutched your application in your hand tightly, making Osamu tut and pull the paper from your hands lest you wrinkle it even more. He smoothed it out and gave you a quick once over, sighing a bit.

“Ya gotta cool it.” He spoke up, watching how you nervously fidgeted all over the place.

“Thanks, that helps a lot.” Sarcasm dripped from your words and you gave him a nasty look. He only rolled his eyes in return, reading over your application one more time.

“Yer gonna be fine. Once he knows you and Tsumu are soulmates, yer practically guaranteed the manager position.” He said, trying to soothe you a bit.

“How is that a guarantee?” You scoffed, staring at the closed office door.

“Because he’ll think ya can keep that scrub in line.”

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so nervous. “He would be dead wrong. When has Atsumu ever listened to me?”

Osamu snorted. “‘M not sayin’ he would be right. But don’t ya dare correct him. I need ya on that team to keep me sane.”

You finally gave him a smile, feeling better slightly. It wasn’t really his words. Osamu’s whole presence just helped you feel better.

And he was also right. You easily got the managerial role for the Boys’ Volleyball Team. The twins whooped in celebration when you gave them the news, Atsumu laying a sloppy kiss on your cheek while Osamu just gave you an encouraging grin.

Something in you stirred when you realized that in the moment, you wanted Osamu to kiss your cheek too.

Whoa. Where did that come from?

It was easy enough to dismiss though, because Atsumu was pulling you into his lap on the couch, talking about how awesome it would be to have you actively helping the team instead of just being a spectator. Osamu’s stare wavered before dropping from you entirely. And you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes dim.

Nah, it couldn’t be, right? There was nothing to be sad about. You had just gotten the manager position. But when Atsumu tucked your head under his chin, it hit you. Osamu’s sadness was likely due to him not having a soulmate.

The topic of Osamu’s absent soulmate was something that was never brought up. Somehow, it was always ignored. He never mentioned it, and neither did you. You were unsure if he had ever talked about it with Atsumu, but you hesitated to ask. You didn’t want him feeling worse than he already probably did. And you were sure that your and Atsumu’s open displays of affection weren’t helping that fact either.

You stayed silent, though you did slowly detach Atsumu’s arms from around you and slid off his lap, instead sitting between the twins on the couch. He didn’t notice, too engrossed with whatever was happening on the TV before him. Your attention was entirely on Osamu though, trying to decipher his expression from the corner of your eye. He was still as a rock, not giving anything away.

You fought the urge to hug him.

Back in middle school, Osamu had first questioned the fact that he did not have a name on his arm. It was a silly childish tantrum, something about how come Tsumu had something that he didn’t? He had pestered his mother about it until she sat him down and explained. You don’t know what exactly they talked about, but you never heard him complain about it again.

Your overthinking mind immediately started mulling through your memories, thinking about all the times you and Atsumu had done something in front of Osamu. You felt guilt ripple through you when you realized that it all probably reminded him of his lack of soulmate. And he never said anything about it. You knew that must have been a struggle. Osamu told you everything. But maybe he felt that he couldn’t tell you about this.

The thought made your heart ache for him.

“Tsumu?”

Your boyfriend hummed in response, too focused on whatever video game he was currently obsessing over. His tongue was sticking out from the corner of his mouth, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, c’mon. Turn that off. I gotta talk to you about something.”

“Gimme five minutes.”

You groaned and flopped down on his bed, knowing five minutes meant at least twenty, and resigning yourself to wait for that time. If you forcefully made him quit the game, he would be distracted throughout your conversation. You needed him to be fully attentive for this.

When you finally had him settled on the bed in front of you, game turned off and him frowning at how serious you were being, you got straight to the point.

“We need to tone shit down in front of Samu.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“What does that mean?”

You explained to him how you felt that Osamu might be feeling left out when Atsumu draped himself all over you, making him hum and rub on his chin in thought.

“He never said anythin’.”

You nodded. “But he always gets kind of upset about it.”

“I haven’t noticed.”

“That’s because you’re dumb as bricks.”

“Hey!”

The conversation abruptly ends there, with Atsumu pinning you down on the bed and holding you hostage until you apologised for calling him dumb. But the agreement is made, and from then on, you and Atsumu tone down your physical affection when you’re around Osamu.

No more kisses when they picked you for school in the mornings, or after practices when they walked you home. And no more unnecessarily long hugs. And of course, no more sitting on Atsumu’s lap while Osamu was there.

You hadn’t anticipated that this meant almost no intimacy at all, because Osamu was around you two all the time. You didn’t notice that you spent so much time with him until you had to be mindful of your actions. And as the weeks passed by, your and Atsumu’s physical relationship fizzled to almost nothing.

It should have been concerning. It should have. But it wasn’t. The lack of affection did almost nothing to you. If anything, the thing you were concerned about was why you weren’t concerned. Atsumu was your soulmate, yet you could go days and weeks without feeling any need or want to kiss him or hug him. You were still around each other all the time, but the instinctual habit of being in his arms was breaking, and you felt this gnawing fear that without it, your and Atsumu’s relationship was barely a relationship.

In trying to accommodate Osamu, you discovered your lack of feelings for your soulmate.

Your second year of high school was plagued with thoughts of your hesitation, why you tried and tried, but felt almost nothing for the blond twin except the sense of kinship that came with knowing him for so long. You stared at Atsumu as he rose up in the world of volleyball. Making Nationals, going to Youth Camp, and while you did feel proud of him, there was not an ounce of you that loved him romantically.

And it made you feel lost.

All your life, you had been told Atsumu was the one for you. Your other half. The one you would marry and have kids with and die with. You had been friends with him since you could barely walk. And he had been your boyfriend since you knew what a boyfriend was. You had kissed him and hugged him and cuddled with him so often that it was almost by default. Instinct. But now that your instinct was no longer there, you felt….. nothing.

Atsumu was your friend. One of your very best friends, but no part of him made your heart beat faster or your breaths come shallower. He was just….. Atsumu.

When you kissed him in the comfort of your room, alone, you felt nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. You had always felt nothing. But when it was part of your routine, you didn’t realise how fucked up these lack of feelings were.

Now you did.

Fear filled you when you realized how abnormal your feelings were. How could you be like this? The universe had decided Atsumu was the one for you. The fucking universe. Who were you to deny it? Who were you to question his place in your life? And how could you possibly make these feelings go away?

You were alone in this.

If only you had known back then that not loving Atsumu would soon be the very least of your concerns.

[letters-from-dekarios]

tolerate it

summary: you and gale were growing apart. your usual cute routine slipped into becoming a mundane list of tasks you did, and the tension was slowly rising. it was high time something snapped between you two, it was just a matter of when.

or: you and gale get into an argument that ends.. badly.

word count: 2.8k

tags: established relationship, gale x gn!reader, angst, abrasive language, based on ‘tolerate it’ by tswift, lyrics used loosely, part of the mystra hate club

Gale Dekarios. Notorious ‘Wizard of Waterdeep’. Your boyfriend and the love of your life. You had been together for years now, you knew each other like the back of your hands.

There wasn’t a thing separating you from one another- until now. Until he started investing his time more and more into his studies. Until he started going away and into the weave for nights on end. Until he started ignoring you.

You had a nice routine going for a while. He’d get up, make you breakfast, and you’d start the shower for him. He’d get ready and you’d set the table, prepped with the dishes your friends gifted you when you moved in together. You’d go out to get the paper, and he’d be waiting for you to solve the latest crossword puzzle. You were always by his side, whether it was helping him point out certain notes in his books, or simply existing by him. Sometimes he’d cling to you, too, as you practiced in your artwork. If he had to leave for a while, you’d have dinner ready and made for him. Sometimes you’d do nothing at all and everything in the world together. You were inseparable.

But now? Now, that routine turned into daily tasks. Those tasks soon turned into chores, and finally, you dreaded waking up in the morning, only to feel your heart break over and over again. You tried to bring it up, tried to tell him how neglected you felt, but it was met with apathy, a wave of the hand, a “we’ll talk about this later”. You couldn’t bring yourself to up and leave- not after all the time you had spent on him. On together. Whatever your concept of “us” had become.

Today was no different than every day for the last three months. You sat at the table, watching Gale read over the paper you begrudgingly brought in. You watched his chest rise and fall unceremoniously, unfazed by the world around him. When he was done, he got up, put his dishes away, and left for his study to get back into things.

He didn’t even notice you hadn’t touched a thing on your plate.

A few hours went by, Gale left to go to the library, and you waited. You waited like a little kid, hoping that this time- this time would be different. This time he would come back and welcome you with open arms, this time he would kiss you like he used to, this time would be happy. This time he would love you.

He was gone for a few more hours, you made dinner, and you waited. Again and again, you waited. You waited for him to come home, to become the man he used to be. The longer you waited, the more he strayed from the path you thought you were on.

The day came and went, you made no move to attempt to talk about it. You were just tired of it all, now.

As you fell asleep, your back to his, you vowed you were over it. You swore to yourself that you were no longer going to sit and watch him, waiting idly for the day that he turned back around. You were not some lovesick puppy who, no matter how many times you were kicked or hit, continued to seek love from someone not willing to give it. You were done.

You didn’t get the paper the next morning. You didn’t set the table, or start the shower, you didn’t do anything you usually did. You got up, you got yourself ready for the day, and that was that. You needed time to think of how to approach him, so you went off to your area of the house and started working on a painting.

You were only left alone with your thoughts for a short time, though, before they were harshly interrupted.

“Why isn’t the table set?” He asked, his voice cold and fierce like he was lecturing a pet who’d done something wrong.

“Because I didn’t set it.” You answered, equally callous. You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing his words out of your mind. He wasn’t going to affect you. You swore on it. You vowed it.

“And why is that?” Why is that? You know why that is. You almost retorted, but instead, you took a breath and shrugged your shoulders.

“I didn’t feel like setting it.”

“Right. Of course.”

A hush fell within your space, you wondered if he was still there behind you. He was. You only knew from the loud sigh he let out, his footsteps trailing away and back out into the hall, that he finally left. You heard the dishes slam into the sink and his door smash shut. It shook your supplies. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream- at him, at the world, at whatever changed him in such a way that it created this monstrosity before you.

You did everything for him, everything to bring him happiness and comfort, and you were left with what? His disinterest in you?

Was it your body? Were you no longer enough for him? Was it the sex? Did you not satisfy him anymore? Or had he simply grown tired of you altogether? Would nothing you did change anything at all?

He left after a while, and you broke down. Your tears landed in the paints below you, your portrait of him becoming something vile right before your eyes. You hated it. You despised this. This was your home, too. You were supposed to belong here, and yet you felt like a stranger in the space you created with your own hands.

You were waiting for him when he came home. Not with dinner, not with the paper, or with the table set. You were waiting for him with nothing but your words and a desire to leave. You couldn’t keep doing this anymore.

You stood in the foyer, waiting. Time passed slower than ever. You sat in the kitchen, waiting. The moon rose over the hills. You moved to the couch, you lit candles. You went to bed, he wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there.

Your sleep was restless, colder than ever, harsher than the last few months had been. Your desire to leave nearly slipped away. Would you rather be unhappy and in his presence than sleeping soundly? Was that what it came down to?

He was there when you woke up, sat at the kitchen table with his breakfast and the paper.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” You stated, watching as his eyes scanned the words. He didn’t look up at you.

“I didn’t come to bed.”

“I know.”

Silence. You wanted so badly to break it, to smash it with a sledgehammer and send the shards flying across the room.

“Gale-“

“Can we do this after I’ve eaten?”

“No, we can’t.”

No. Had you ever told him that word before? Had it ever slipped off your tongue in the way it just did?

“No?” Now he looked at you. Now he acknowledged your presence, taking up space in his world. Now he let you back in. Only for this.

“I’m done waiting to talk about this. You keep pushing me off- pushing this off. I’m done breaking at your feet and being disappointed that you won’t sweep me up, Gale.” You stood tall, strong. You focused on him, yet kept the image of your happiness ahead of you.

“What kind of a metaphor is that?”

“A damn good one!” You raised your voice at him. You raised your voice at him.

“Don’t shout at me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Silence. Was this what you wanted? Was this how you wanted to do it?

“Fine then. Let’s talk.” He pushed himself out from the table, standing and facing you directly. The deck was in your hands, it was your turn to deal the cards. Had you shuffled them in your favor? Was fate leaning in your direction?

“Fine then.”

You took a breath, thinking of all the time spent on him— spent doting on him, reassuring him, adoring him with everything you had. Then your mind turned to all the times he’d done the same for you. So far and few in between, clarity hit you harder than ever.

“I’ve been doing everything for you for the last few months and this is how you return the favor?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and despair.

“You’ve hardly done everything,” he retorted, your anger boiling over.

“Every day- every damn day, I wake up and I get the paper, I start your shower, I set the table. When you leave, I clean the house, I polish plates until they gleam and glisten, I make dinner, I wait for you- I waited for you all night.” Your voice started to shake, but you steadied yourself.

“If it’s all, somehow, in my head- please by all means tell me now. Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. You act like I’ve done nothing for you when I do everything in the world.”

“And I haven’t done the same?”

“While you were out building other worlds, where was I? When you spent hours on end away from me, where was I? What did you do when you got back? Where’s that man who threw blankets over my barbed wire? Who’d come home and shower me with all the love in the world because he missed me?”

“I still love you.” He tried to interject, but you were past it. Your words were flowing faster than you could think, you had spent so much time cooped up with your thoughts that it all just came out at once.

“No, Gale. I made you my temple, my mural, my sky— now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life. It’s like I don’t even exist to you anymore. You haven’t kissed me in months, we haven’t had a meaningful conversation in weeks. It’s like I’m always taking up too much space or time,” you didn’t want to sound like it, but gods were you begging for him to just return to you.

“Y/N, this is ridiculous. I’ve just been busy. It’s not like we’ve been arguing. We’re fine- there’s been a lot going on,” He sighed, your heart breaking more with every defense he made.

“Really? You assume I’m fine but what would you do if I—“ you cut yourself off, choking back a sob as tears welled in your eyes. How could you say it? How could you even dare ask that question after all you’d been through?

“If you what?” He demanded to know, crossing his arms over his chest. He only wanted to know for himself, not for you, not for your “us” that was slowly crumbling at your feet.

“Break free from this- from us- leave us in ruins? You’re twisting this dagger in me time and time again, Gale. What would you do if I took it and removed it?” Your voice cracked as it raised, your hands gesturing with your words. He looked shocked, almost, that you would even suggest such a thing.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Believe me, I could do it!” You exclaimed, turning and grabbing a bag you had ready nearby in case things went south. You held it up to show him how serious you were about the situation.

“Y/N.”

“I know my love should be celebrated and yet- and yet, you tolerate it. I greet you with a battle hero’s welcome, I take your indiscretions all in good fun, I sit and listen— every day. Every day. And instead of loving me, thanking me for everything I do for you, I get ignored, tossed to the side like I mean nothing to you. You tolerate everything I do like I’m a burden to be around. You expect me to be able to just carry this weight of your disregard for my existence around like nothing. Well, I can’t carry it anymore.” Tears rolled down your cheeks, you noted his expression shift and change as he realized the significance of everything going on. It was like he was seeing how badly he screwed up just now and needed to stall to find out how to fix it.

“Don’t leave-“

“I’m done!”

“Y/N.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder, pushing past him and heading for the door. It hurt. It hurt more than anything in your life ever had but in a small, tucked away part of your heart, it felt better than ever.

“Y/N!” He raised his voice, you nearly stopped, but you kept going.

He called your name again, but you blocked him out. You blocked it all out- the damage, the outrage, the apprehension. You had no idea where you were going or what you were doing next but you didn’t care. You were free and you’d be damned if you weren’t happy about it.

Except it wasn’t that easy, of course it wasn’t. It never could be.

Suddenly, you were back in the house, unable to move. You were stuck in place, an emblem glowing around you. He cast a holding spell. You wanted to kick and scream and claw your way out, but you were helpless. You were nothing in comparison to him— did he have to make you aware of that?

“You wanted to talk. I hardly got a word in at all.”

You were released from the spell, not daring to look him in the eye. How could he? How dare he?

“How dare—“

“Don’t start.” He warned, his voice lowered to his seriousness. You became afraid. Afraid? You’d never been afraid of him. Afraid of losing him, sure. But afraid of him? Never. Except for now.

“My sincerest apologies go out to you for feeling this way. But I would never-“

“And yet you did!” You cried out, holding yourself together. You couldn’t pick yourself up if he just kept smashing you to pieces like this. You swore you could do this, that you would do this, but he was making it harder by the second.

“You can’t just leave like this!”

“I can and I will, goddamnit! I don’t want to be with someone who will never give me the peace of mind or recognition of my love that I deserve!”

“For Mystra’s sake..”

“Don’t bring her into this.”

“I’m not bringing anyone into anything. Nothing is happening! You’re not leaving!”

You both stared at each other, eyes narrowed with frustration at one another. You wanted this to be over. You needed it to be over.

“You know what, Gale. It’s really nice putting two-and-two together. Because ever since you started slipping away into the Weave, you’ve gotten more and more distant.”

“Don’t say what you’re about to say, y/n. You’ll regret it.”

“Oh? Will I? Will I regret it as much as I’ve regretted these last few years with you? Had I known I’d be standing here, begging to be let go, I would’ve never touched you in the first place. I would’ve never even laid eyes on you if I knew that, eventually, you’d let Mystra take hold of you. That you’d let her back into your life how she used to be— tell me, Gale, did you intertwine your soul with hers in those hours away? Did she convince you I was wrong for you? Did she steal you from me, or did you give yourself up willingly?”

He was silent, you had your answer.

No more waiting, no more serving hand and foot, no more. None of it. You gathered yourself up off the floor once more, straightened yourself out, and walked right out the door again. He didn’t try to stop you this time. He didn’t fight it.

Part of you wished he had, that he’d answer you in a way that fit the sad reality you wanted to twist. That it’d turn out he was just busy, that he was stressed and didn’t want to talk about it, and that he’d apologize for everything. Part of you wanted to find comfort in his arms, sob into his chest about how sorry you were for fighting, that you’d both do better. You yearned for him so badly that you were almost willing to turn around and give it all up again for him, but you didn’t. You valued your peace more than him. It would be an adjustment, you knew, but you could do it.

You could do it with a broken heart.

And in a few years, when you’d eventually cross paths again, you’d be happy. You’d have your peace and your love, and you’d be able to show him that you were worth it. You were worth the time and effort he could have put into you but didn’t. You’d be able to show him what he missed out on, and you wouldn’t be sad, or upset about it. You wouldn’t revert to that night, you’d stay the same, changed but strong, person you’d become.

Your love would be celebrated, not tolerated.

[babyjakes]

did something bad.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | interrogation + weapon play

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg dynamic. lloyd is soft and a little dark; dub-con to be safe (reader is scared but knows she's safe.) restraints. reader gets fucked with lloyd's unloaded gun as a punishment (+ me knowing nothing about guns.) crying kink. dumbification. mocking/degredation. name-calling (reader is called a slut once.) orgasm delay. softer nicer lloyd at the end. reader gets to come.

word count | 1,333

an | this one's dedicated to the sweetest, most wonderful angel in the whole entire world, lloyd's precious girl amalia @stargirlfics 💕🫶✨ hope you like this little story with a soft dark-ish lloyd, i think you replied to that one post a while back where i dreamt of lloyd + gun fucking with a rather unhinged ending, this is to hopefully make up for that!! happy holidays to you sweet friend, hope you're staying safe and warm!

Writhing as your back arched up off of the smooth wooden surface you were bound to, your weak whimpers were sweet music to your daddy's ears. The mustached man stood just off to the side of the desk, finishing up as he wiped the shiny barrel of his favorite revolver clean. "D-Daddy, please! I'm sorry- I'll never do it again," you implored, but Lloyd only chuckled cruelly at your desperate promises, shaking his head.

"Too late, princess. You know Daddy loves to hear you beg, but none of those pretty pleas are gonna work for you this time." He stepped forward to stand at your side, a firm hand reaching down to grope at your tit. It had been a while since he had last stripped you naked and tied you down on his desk; hoping to prolong your anxious waiting, he took a moment to admire his knotwork work. "So cute when you're all tied up like this, kitten. Maybe you need to break the big rules more often."

You struggled uselessly as your nipple was twisted and tugged at, tears stinging in your eyes as your daddy leaned down slightly to croon at you, "Poor baby, look at those big, frightened eyes. You gonna cry for me already, sweetheart? I haven't even started yet." Placing the dreaded weapon he was wielding down near your waist, he used his now free hand to trail down, feeling at your parted slit gently. "Oh my," his voice dropped lower as his fingers were quickly covered in your sticky slick, "looks like someone's getting excited. Is that out of fear, little one? Or is that poor little baby brain of yours getting turned on by Daddy punishing you like this?"

Hot tears of humiliation rolled down your cheeks as you glared up at the towering man. "Aww, don't go all pouty on me," he laughed lightly at the precious face you were making. "If you're good and tell me what I want to know, I promise I'll make sure you like this."

All you could do was watch with frightened eyes as the tall man got to prepping his instrument of choice for your punishment. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from one of his desk drawers, he coated the barrel of the handgun generously, making sure the long pipe of metal would slide in without issue. While the use of the device was meant to teach you a lesson, its goal was to deal you an emotional punishment, not a physical one. The gun was unloaded in front of you beforehand, and the sights were removed to prevent any catching or discomfort. More than anything, it was merely the concept of being fucked with the gun that you found so horrific.

"You're gonna look so pretty all stretched out on this," Lloyd marveled as he held up the weapon to show you before bringing it down to press its opening up against yours. The man grinned in delight as you kicked and fought helplessly against the ropes holding your legs apart, savoring the way your little voice sounded when you were all needy and scared like this.

"Please, p-please Daddy!" you cried, your tears worsening as you felt the cool metal gliding up inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave in and quit squirming as the revolver was inserted to its handle, twisting and turning cruelly within you as your daddy took his time and played.

"There," he hummed in satisfaction when he finally settled on a position, keeping the hilt sticking upward as he gently began pumping the slippery barrel in and out of your poor little pussy. It was nothing short of sinful, the way you immediately began moaning softly, the queasy fear in your tummy quickly shifting to unapologetic lust as your hips started bucking up to meet your daddy's efforts.

"Such a greedy little slut," Lloyd chuckled as he watched you ramming yourself right up onto the dripping weapon. "Look at you, getting so horny for Daddy's gun. That's it, princess. Keep fucking yourself on it, just like that." He helped you along by returning his free hand to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at the poor knots of flesh as burning tingles fanned out across your entire body.

"Daddy, D-Daddy-" you mumbled weakly, your eyes half-closed in bliss as the smooth tip of the revolver bumped right up against your tender ceiling. "Please, d-don't stop... gonna, g-gonna..." Maybe it was the sheer depravity of the situation, or maybe it was Lloyd's skillful fingers working your oversensitive nipples, but something was helping you along to a rather early high as you lay there panting on the desk. Seeing the way your body was starting to give its usual signs of approaching orgasm, your daddy slowed the pace of the gun inside you as he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Now baby," he tsked, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your tear-stained cheek as you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Daddy, p-please! Need, n-need-... nnn..."

"Shhhh," Lloyd cooed, bringing his thumb to rest firmly over your salty lips as a signal to be quiet and listen. "Daddy knows, kitten. Know how bad you need to come," he nodded understandingly, the concern and mock sympathy on his face only causing your tears to worsen, as you knew the ways of his cruel acts and games. "But you're forgetting something, sweet girl- something very important. Remember that Daddy had a question for you?" Sobbing lightly against your daddy's thumb, you nodded weakly. "That's right, baby. Daddy needs to know what you were doing in the armory, right? Because weren't you found in there by one of his guards, up way past your bedtime?"

He let you nod, giving you a soft hum of approval as the gun was pumped at a torturously slow pace, in and out of your quivering cunt. "Now I'm gonna take my hand away, and I want you to answer. Do you understand, little one?"

Batting your eyelashes, you nodded as obediently as you could, earning a slight nod from the man as he did as he promised and released your face, allowing your lips to finally open. "W-was lookin' for a knife, Daddy. One of those shiny ones, with the fancy blades."

Lloyd considered your answer, quirking an eyebrow as he bumped his pace up with the revolver just a hair. "A knife? Now what on earth would you need a knife for, my little princess? Those are very dangerous; you know Daddy doesn't let you touch knives, not even the ones in the kitchen."

"Just wanted to play with one," you mumbled honestly, fearing how lame your answer might come across. "Saw a super spy on TV, she had a cool-lookin' one. Wanted to dress up and play around the castle." Lloyd couldn't help but melt a bit at your answer. Of all the things he thought you might be doing in there, finding a prop for a play-pretend game certainly made sense for your harmless, innocent nature.

"A super spy, huh?" he nodded, finally working back up to his original speed as he resumed fucking you generously with the weapon in his hand. "I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. No big girl knives for you, but we can find you a fake one to play with. Deal?"

"D-deal," your voice was shaky as your punishment seemed to come to its close. You had been so good, taken everything without too much of a struggle, and now it was time for your daddy to reward you. "D-Daddy," you hiccuped as the pressure in your tummy began quickly building up again, but Lloyd was already one step ahead of you.

"Go ahead, princess. You can come; you earned it," he cooed lovingly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, cradling the back of your neck with his free hand as you finally found your release.

[tower-arcana]

Order and the Fool.

sunday x masked fool reader!

a/n: not yet posted on ao3, did this at 2am so forgive me for any mistakes! really love the concept of sunday and this absolute gremlin of a reader pestering him... this is just a test drabble really, i plan on making more actually interaction content with this reader soon!

word count: 806!

. . .

Sunday, simply put, was not a fan of you. You caused a ruckus wherever you went, you blatantly went against common sense itself, and worst of all? You seemed absolutely enthralled with him in particular.

Having a Masked Fool buzz around him on a daily basis was never a part of Sunday's plans, but he was forced to adjust accordingly ever since the two of you had met; he still loathed to recall that day, if he was being honest. He’d only gone to solve the mess you’d caused within the Golden Hour’s streets, perhaps intending to have you escorted away by the Bloodhound family officers nearby as well, but your behavior only became more erratic once he confronted you.

Sunday could still recall the way you’d paused when your eyes first met his, as if the world had just become solely focused on him in that moment — and then, that abhorrent grin that blossomed on your face like you’d just encountered the grand prize of all prizes… ugh, he should've put an end to your nonsense then and there!

Alas, Sunday had been too taken aback by the way you’d suddenly rushed over and took his hand in yours, the way you’d just blurted out your undying love like some SoulGlad drunkard, and even the warmth of your hands had seemed to seep through his gloves in that very moment. He should've shaken you off, called for the Bloodhounds, anything to deter this ridiculous illusion of yours, but all he could do was stand there, baffled.

And before he knew it, you’d given him one last wink and dashed off with the promise of meeting again, just before the Bloodhound family had even arrived on the scene. When it finally set in that you’d just confessed your devotion and then ran off like a hooligan…! Well, it was suffice to say Sunday nearly popped a blood vessel then and there.

Sunday would have several encounters with you following that day, but never on his own accord. No, no matter how hard he tried to hunt you down and have you detained, you proved to be much more elusive than your brazenness had suggested. It was beyond irritating to try and find any shred of info on you, only for you to show up within Dewlight Pavilion and leave a trail of destruction until he found you, or rather, you let yourself be found.

Sometimes you’d pretend to be one of his employees, dutifully working right under his nose until the two of you would make direct eye contact and Sunday would freeze, face going red as he realized he’d been made a fool out of once more. Others, you’d simply be waiting right in his office when he’d gotten back from a strenuous meeting, making yourself comfortable in his chair before he managed to chase you out.

The most peculiar of all these incidents, however, had happened late in the evening when Sunday had succumbed to his own exhaustion. He supposed the paperwork and stress of the Family's expectations had simply overwhelmed him, because before he knew it he’d fallen asleep slumped against his own desk; the next thing he knew, he was shifting against the back of his desk chair, pulling the blanket over him closer, and… wait, a blanket?

Sunday had woken with a start at the odd appearance of an object he never had within his office, and as he blearily recalled what he’d been doing prior, he became acutely aware of how orderly his desk looked compared to the frazzled disarray his overworked self had originally fallen asleep with it in. Confusion and a mounting panic began to stir inside of him as he quickly tossed the blanket aside and went to inspect his work to make sure it hadn't been tampered with, only to find it all completed?

And there, within a simple sticky note with a cute little heart drawn onto it, was his written answer: ‘Your favorite Fool. <3’

You had paid him a visit. Not only that, you’d somehow chosen not to take advantage of his sleeping state to play some immature prank or even something far more sinister, but instead, you’d stepped in where he had failed to do so…? For Ena’s sake, you hadn't even disturbed him in the process!

Sunday didn't know whether to be enraged, terrified, or heaven forbid, thankful for your timely interference. It confused him past the limits his mind had set for him — what had compelled you to do such a thing? You couldn't actually have meant that frivolous confession of yours, could you…?

With a groan muffled by the hand covering his face, Sunday could only fall back into his seat and try to process the impossibly possible. Dear Aeons, you were going to be the death of him…

[starcursedluvrs]

Part II of “TALK”:

“REFINED”

I suguru x pregnant!reader

“So I’ll try to talk

Refined

for fear that you’d find out…”

summary: read part I here! a continuation of the first part of Talk! this installment focuses more on the development of suguru and reader’s relationship, as well as some cute little plot complications that are thrown in their way (sorry not sorry for the angst) <3

A/N: heyyy!! guys i’m so sorry for how delayed this is. i just started a new job and life has been ✨hectic✨ to say the least. there will be a part III and IV, and at least part III will (hopefully) be ready by the time i have to move back to uni. regardless, i’m still very excited to share this and i hope y’all enjoy. (again, likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated <3). 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 

warnings!: SPOILERS FOR GOJO’S PAST ARC. THIS IS A PREGNANCY FIC! 18+. nsfw. f!reader. suguru and reader are over the age of 18. explicit sexual content. unprotected sex/oral (f!receiving). breeding kink. fingering. creampie. pregnancy. unplanned pregnancy. lactation kink. lots of angst (and comfort). there’s some more blood in this. gore (it isn’t too in depth). mentions of child abuse. the twins make a few appearances. cute domestic fluff hehe. 

wc: 12k

tag list: @username23345 @chilichopsticks @pjofics @tazuduck @sakui1

“Now, cup your hands and support his head,” cooed your mother,” Yes, just like that.” 

You were 11, and it was your first time holding a baby. You were afraid to hold something so small and so fragile in your hands. But, what you didn’t expect was the intense, overwhelming feeling of love that engulfed you. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, and caught a whiff of that precious newborn scent. It smelled like heaven.

From then on, you were basically Norotoshi’s second mother. You loved that kid - he made your dark world brighter. 

You loved to play with him, kiss his boo boos better. It was your job as the older sibling; you had to protect him. So, you gave him the love and adoration of which you wish you had as a child. 

Sure, your mother was attentive, but the moment it was found that you possessed Blood Manipulation, your time with her was restricted. She was seen as a distraction, which is why you greatly appreciated the arrival of your baby brother. 

One of your favorite memories of him was when you tried to teach him to play hide and seek. As a 2 year old, he didn’t really understand the concept, so every time finished counting and pretended like you couldn’t see his chubby little legs peeking out from behind a curtain, he would run out from the window and tackle you in the tiniest, but strongest, bear hug. 

He's the reason you wanted children so badly. Surely, if they’re all like your sweet Norotoshi, they can’t be that bad for the world. 

… 

January, 2008 (30 weeks) 

Norotoshi stood in the doorway of you and Suguru’s shared suite, drenched in a scarlet substance. Suguru immediately excused himself to make sure there’d was no other lurking threat in the house. 

“Norotoshi, sweetheart, are you okay? Are you hurt? Is this your blood? Where’s Kaachan? Why are you here al-” 

“NEE-CHAN,” your little brother cut you off and ran to your leg, blood dripping all over the floor as he went. 

The emotions of the moment overwhelmed you, and tears began to flow down your face. You slowly sunk to the ground to reach his level. You and your brother sobbed into each other's arms for a moment. 

As you did when he was a baby, you pressed kisses into his forehead, not caring whether or not you got blood on your lips. Even if you did, you would be able to use your technique to wipe it away.

“Toshi, look at me for a second, are you hurt?” You asked as you finally collected yourself. 

“Deep breaths, it’s okay, you’re safe now.” 

“T-they said you,” Norotoshi took a deep sniffle, snot starting to drip down his nose, “They said you were bad. And I said no my nee-chan isn’t bad. But they told me something bad would happen if I didn’t talk to you.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” You asked, a little more panicked. “What exactly did they tell you?” 

“The clan leader. And Oto-San. They told me about a deal, and if you say yes, you can come back home.”

It had been years since you had been home, before your time at Jujutsu Tech. You didn’t even consider that place your home. It’s just the shell that houses you and Norotoshi, the person you actually thought of as home. However, your home was with Suguru now. 

“They also said you can see Kaachan again. She can move back home if you come!” Norotoshi looked quite hopeful. 

It had also been years since you had seen your mother. Four to be exact. She was sent away on Norotoshi’s third birthday - something about getting in the way of training. 

Norotoshi was a very intelligent boy. As soon as he was born, you knew he was going to be the next heir and clan leader. After all, your father’s actual wife hadn’t produced any children with the family technique. Your mother was a concubine, there to preoccupy your father and fulfill his need for an heir. Sure, you and Norotoshi had other half-siblings, but they despised you, as you and your brother were the only ones born with the blood manipulation technique.  

When you were four, you found yourself with a deep cut on your knees following an unsuccessful attempt to climb a tree. When you went to the infirmary on the campus of the Kamo estate, you willed your leg to stop the bleeding. And it did. The blood on your knee cap hardened, and it was declared that you possessed blood manipulation.

That was the first interaction with your father that you could remember. But, you knew you would never be allowed to be a clan head, regardless of the power you posessed. You were female. Deep down, you knew they would never let a woman run the clan. Besides, you were already a disgrace to your family. 

What did they want now?

“Norotoshi, what did they say?” you pressed.

“You’re having a baby right?” Norotoshi asked, pointing to your belly.

“Sweetheart, first of all, I taught you that it’s rude to point. Second, yes, me and Suguru are having a baby,” you said with a soft smile, taking Norotoshi’s tiny hand and placing it on your belly.

“Oto-san told me to tell you that if you come home, you and Sugu will be protected by the clan. All of the charges will be dropped against you two, and you can live in peace,” 

Suspicious. You knew it was bogus that the charges would be dropped against you. Your clan was powerful, but not that powerful. 

“Oto-san also said that if you come home, we can see Kaachan again! She can move back and help you with the baby. The only thing is…” Norotoshi got quiet again and his cheeks went a little red, and not from the blood staining his cheeks.

“What’s the only thing?” 

“Oto-san wants to be the baby’s dad and adopt it. And the baby’s family name will be Kamo, so that if it gets Sugu’s technique…”

“… it will become a hereditary Kamo technique,” you finished, realization dawning upon you. 

“Yeah.”

“Wow. 

You knew your father was a power-drunk misogynistic scumbag who thinks all you were good for was passing Blood Manipulation down to offspring, but you never thought he would actually go this far. He wanted to take your child from you. He was probably planning on killing Suguru the moment you stepped foot on the estate, and kept you prisoner somewhere until the baby was born. Then, he would turn you over and get the reward money. 

However, more questions arose.

How did he know you were pregnant? 

How did he know where you lived? 

Did he come here alone?” 

He knew the risk of sending his heir into the vipers den with a special grade. 

“DOLL, IT'S A TRAP,” Suguru screamed from somewhere down the hall.

“I’m sorry, nee-chan. They threatened to out right kill you if I didn’t do it,” Norotoshi started crying again. You didn’t know what to do, so you just wrapped him in your arms again. 

“Shhh, Toshi, I know. It’s okay, that must have been so scary, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left.” 

“Toshi, I have your nee-chan, it’s going to be okay. They won’t try anything while you’re in here, you’re too precious to them,” Suguru sounded exhausted as his frame appeared in the doorway, blood soaking through his socks and zori. “I need you to do something if you want to save your sister. Can you go to the bathroom for me and freshen up? There’s some hair products and face wash if you want to take a shower, okay?” Suguru continued, his smooth tone not at all matching his appearance. 

Nototoshi shook in your arms before slowly nodding as you led him to the bathroom, telling him everything was going to be okay. Once you put him in the bathroom and showed him where all of the fancy bath salts were, you whispered, “I love you,” into his ear and wrapped him into a final bear hug before closing the door softly. 

“We need to move,” Suguru whispered, “I found the sorcerer who put up a veil,” One of my followers undercover. That's how they knew. We have to move fast.”

“Where are the girls?” 

“Larue left with them already, they’re at one of the safe houses. I sent them out as soon as I killed the barricade of sorcerers outside. And my ex-follower. It’s only a matter of time before they realize what happened.”

Suguru then summoned that pink curse again, the very one you used the last time you had to make a quick getaway. Suguru helped you on, leading your arm as you sat down and immediately took off, leaving one of your homes behind.

Guilt gnawed through your brain as you remembered that you had two homes; one with Suguru, and your old one, with Norotoshi. The same Norotoshi who you practically raised. The same Norotoshi who was so innocent and sweet, now tainted with the poison that is clan politics. It’s your fault he was going to become clan leader. It’s your fault he had to go through all of this. If only you had taken him with you that night. 

Because you only had two people in your life to call home, the loss of one felt like someone was pressing on your chest, squeezing the air out of you. You sobbed so hard, nothing came out. Your shallow breaths filled the night sky, Suguru whispering apologies into your ear, wrapping his warm, safe arms around you. 

… 

By the time you got to the new safe house, a villa in Okinawa, you had cried yourself to sleep against Suguru. Suguru gently lifted you off of the pink alien-looking curse and carried you into the tiny safe house. 

It was a cute two bedroom house, secluded behind a canopy of trees, fog from the sea, and the far off mountains of Okinawa. It was modern in style, but luxurious nonetheless. 

Suguru opened the western-style carved wooden door to the cozy house and carried you inside, bridal style. His soft steps echoed up the sleek white stairs as he brought you upstairs to your new shared room. 

Suguru turned left down the small hallway and opened the door to your room. 

“Hey doll, we’re home. Can I help you get changed? You’ll feel better in the morning if we get you cleaned up right now.”

You slowly stirred from your slumber, the baby grounding you back to reality by giving your stomach a strong kick. 

“Gimme a sec, your baby is trying to bruise my ribs it seems.” You took Suguru’s hand and placed it over your dirty robes where the baby was moving. 

A tired smile crossed his face as little kicks pressed into his large, heavy hands. It was truly amazing how such a strong, powerful, and dangerous man was reduced to nothing but a dopey, wonder-filled expression from such a tiny, unborn human. 

“Wait, love. Mimi, Nana, we have to check on them, they don’t like sleeping in new place-”

“My love, they’re safe and okay. They’re sleeping soundly at the other end of the hall. There’s a veil around us, so only us four are allowed in the house. We can go check on them after we get the both of us clean, okay?”

“Okay.”

He helped you up, which was becoming increasingly more difficult with your growing belly. After pressing a kiss to the top of your hand, he led you into the cramped, but cozy bathroom. 

Suguru had you sit on the toilet cover as he turned the faucet on and pressed his fingers into the stream of liquid to check the temperature. He started humming a soft, melodic tune as he went about his business. He seemed to be deep in thought about something else. 

You almost fell asleep, until you felt his strong, warm hands going to unzip your coat and get you out of your blood-stained clothes. He did the same for himself, and helped you into the tub. His mind still seemed to be elsewhere. 

The water felt like a warm embrace against your back and aching hips. You let out a sigh as Suguru entered the tub behind you, causing the water to splash and ripple around you. The bathroom already seemed to be fully stocked with all of your favorite products. Suguru picked up a pink loofah, squeezed some body soap onto it, and began to rub small circles at your back. The only sound in the room was the water dripping down from the loofah into the water below. 

“Doll?” Suguru spoke after a while. You knew that face; he needed a question answered. 

“Yes, love?” You responded.

“Do you remember that western myth Yaga taught us as second years? Eurydice and Orpheus?”

Yes. You remembered very well. Yaga was attempting to teach a lesson in death and humility; how sometimes, you have to let your partners go no matter how painful it was. That was just the life of a Jujutsu Sorcerer. You always had to prepare yourself for death. 

After Yaga taught that lesson, You, Suguru, and Satoru got into an argument over whether or not Orpheus was stupid for turning around to see if Eurydice was really there. You did not think he was an idiot. Satoru and Suguru did. 

“Yes, why? That’s such a random memory to bring up now,” you half-heartedly chuckled. 

“Well, today scared me a lot. I’ve been having a lot of anxiety and fear about if something happened to you. Or the girls. I don’t care about anyone else; you’re my world. I just want to keep you safe.”

More silence followed as you took in his words. Suguru continued on to cleaning your arms. 

“I’m sorry about today, Sugu. I-,” 

“Why are you apologizing? That’s not what I wanted out of telling you that.”

“Then what did you want?” 

“Do you remember the argument me, you, and Satoru had after?” He continued.

“Of course.” 

“If anything ever happened to you, or baby, I think I would become that dumbass Orpheus,” Suguru stated. He sounded so distraught. 

“Love, what do you mean?” You turned your body as best you could and smiled at him, shaking you head. 

“If I ever lost you or baby, I don’t know if I would be able to pull myself together. I would turn around. I would crawl into a hole like the night we defected. Except, that night, I only stopped after killing a few people. Bad people, who deserved to die. There was reason, and logic, and a point to that too. But still, if something happened I would probably claw my way darker into a hole where I wouldn’t be able to see the light anymore. I’m scared I would hurt myself and other people. Without reason. That’s what I mean by turning around.” 

It took a moment but you turned your body around awkwardly in the tub to face him. It was the first time you really got a clear look at his face in the light that day. Suguru seemed to be on the verge of tears. His eye bags were back, and he looked pale. 

You took one of your hands to cup his face, and he snuggled into it. 

“Love, as long as you’re protecting me and I still have my technique, we’re not going anywhere. I’m sorry today scared you, it scared me too.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, forehead, and then rested the top of your head against his. 

“But I don’t believe you would go that far. There is good in you Suguru, even if you don’t believe in it. I believe it. Sure, we both do questionable things sometimes, but you have a good heart.” 

“Thank you for listening, doll. I’m sorry if this got dark.” 

“No, stop apologiz-“

“I thought I told you to stop apologizing first.” 

You playfully splashed Suguru with some of the water and kissed him.

“How about for a change, you let me take care of you, and I will make the four of us a crepe feast tomorrow morning. How does that sound?” 

“That sounds delicious,” he responded, in between sweet kisses. 

You sat like that for a while; intertwined in each other's arms, kissing, soaking in what little moments of normalcy your new life had to offer. 

…

February 3rd, 2008 (32 weeks) 

“Suguru, she’s not late yet.”

You were standing in the kitchen, helping Suguru to clean up the nice brunch you had for Suguru’s 20th birthday. Suguru was scrubbing dishes, while you were drying them and putting them away. Mimiko and Nanako were in the living room, painting with a new water color set Suguru had bought for them.

“But this is her birthday present to me, don’t you think she should be on time? You know what, maybe I shouldn’t have given her the exact location. What if she sold us out?” Suguru handed you a plate.  

“Love, I don’t think Shoko would tell anyone. She’s my best friend, we’re safe. I don’t trust anyone else to deliver the baby right now.” You punctuated your point by setting the plate down in its correct cabinet. 

“Maybe an actual doctor?” Suguru said under his breath. If looks could kill, Suguru would be a dead man. You shot that idea down immediately with your sour expression. 

“Yes, sure, let me just have my magical child in a place that’s known to be a madhouse for attracting cursed spirits, not to mention, Jujutsu Sorcerers along with it.” You grabbed another plate from his hand, and set it down as gently as you could, given your heightened emotions. This was a constant subject of bickering in your household. You understood where Suguru was coming from, but after what happened with Norotoshi at the Monastery, you were scared of someone coming to hurt your family. 

You had told Shoko the location of the new safe house and asked her to come and check on the baby, as you were too afraid to ask anyone else. You still had the portable ultrasound machine that she had given you in Shinjuku, but you wanted someone that knew more about this than you. Besides, if anything was wrong, Shoko could just heal it with her reverse curse technique. 

“Are you sure you altered the veil to let Shoko inside?” 

“I think so, but I can check quickly,” Suguru replied, handing you the last dish and heading toward the entrance of your home.

Suguru opened the impeccably crafted door to see Shoko, standing where the veil met the rest of the world. Even from 50 feet away, you could see she was pissed. When Suguru recast the spell to allow Shoko inside, she ran full force at Suguru, knocking him over, and began hitting him with her purse. 

“YOU. PROMISED. TO. TAKE. CARE. OF. HER. YOU. BIRTHDAY. BITCH. AND. THIS. IS. WHAT. HAPPENS,” Shoko screamed as she punctuated every word with a flick of her brown handbag.  “SUGURU, THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND RIGHT THERE.”

“KOKO STOP, ITS OKAY, I’M OKAY,” you yelled back at her, waddling down the steps as best you could. 

Shoko quickly healed the marks on Suguru’s face and ran to embrace you in a hug. 

“Ha, I know, I just wanted to mess with him. I am a little mad though. What happened with Noritoshi shouldn’t have happened. I missed you.” And she wrapped you in a tight bear hug. 

“Hey, doll, can we maybe find a doctor that doesn’t punch the father-to-be to death?” Suguru retorted, rubbing his neck as he walked up to the both of you.

“It was totally in my right to beat you up like that. I never got to punch you before for getting her pregnant. That payment was overdue, with accumulated interest. But, hi, I guess. And happy birthday too.” 

The two didn’t hug. In fact, Shoko kept her distance from Suguru, and they shared a curious head nod. Something was up. You’d bother her about it later.

“Ok, I don’t have a ton of time, I got permission to leave campus for a few hours, but I have to be back by tonight. Let’s get inside.” 

With that, Suguru helped you up the stairs to the door and led Shoko into the house. You entered the living room, and immediately the girls had questions. You hadn’t let anyone into your house in a few weeks, so Shoko was a rare treat for them. 

“Mama Geto, who’s that lady?” Nanako said a little too loudly. 

“What- did- did you have 2 more babies in the 4 or so months I haven’t seen you?” Shoko whispered into your ear. 

“I’ll explain later, just play along. Me and Sugu are fostering them.” 

Shoko rolled her eyes a little and shook her head, laughing in disbelief. 

“Mimiko, Nanako. This is Auntie Shoko. She’s one of my best friends, and she’s just here to check up on the baby,” You told them.  

“Woah, can I watch?” Mimiko asked.

“Can I watch too?” Nanako spoke over her sister. 

“Yes, girls, but you have to give Mama and Auntie Shoko some space, okay? Remember when we talked about the importance of personal space?” Suguru cut in. 

“Okay,” Nanako responded. She looked a little sad as she said it. 

The five of you all sat in the small living room, you on the couch, and Shoko on the coffee table. There was one other chair in the room, which was set to the left of the coffee table, next to the couch, which the twins shared. Suguru positioned himself next to you, holding your thigh for comfort. 

Shoko produced another portable ultrasound out of her bag, complete with a bulky screen. Next, she took out some of the cold, clear gel.

“Can you lift your shirt so I can put the gel on?” Shoko asked.

You did so wordlessly as Shoko spread the cool substance over your protruding belly. 

Suguru’s hold on your thigh grew tighter, his breaths less frequent.

Anxiety pooled in your gut alongside your unborn, somersaulting child, who thought it was a spectacular time to showcase their gymnastic feats. 

You took a deep breath and braced for the scanning instrument to make contact with your taut skin, placing your hand atop of Suguru’s in reassurance. 

“You drank water before, right?” Shoko questioned.

“Suguru made me chug at least 3 cups before you showed up,” you giggled.

“Well, at least he’s good for something,” Shoko joked right back, easing some of the thick tension in the room. 

“Ok, I’m gonna go ahead and scan you now,” Shoko confirmed. The doctor-in-training gently pressed the instrument to the cold gel, and a loud thumping sound began to play back on the screen. 

An image also appeared. Cloudy, gray, and black at first, but it slowly shifted into a picture of your baby. 

Holy shit. 

These past few weeks haven’t felt real; your clan using your sweet brother against you, moving to a new place away from the life you knew.

 But this. 

This small, pulsing little thing on the camera screen made it all worth it. Tears welled up in your eyes. 

Shoko hummed and scanned around your stomach for a few minutes, and the tension resumed its build. 

All was quiet until Shoko cracked one of her rare smiles and asked, “Do you want to know the sex?”

“You can tell?” Nanako piped up.

“Yes,” Shoko had to fight back a giggle of excitement. 

“Do you want to find out?” Suguru whispered softly. 

“Well, it’s your birthday,” you responded, your voice barely coming out of your throat. 

“Then, yes, please.” You’d never seen your fiancé look so timid. 

“Well…you have a healthy baby girl!”

“You were right, Sugu,” you smiled brightly as tears trickled down your face.

“I usually am,” he joked, a smoldering grin plastered across his mouth. 

You rolled your eyes and kissed him, deeply.

“Ewwww,” Nanako made a disgusted face.

“The kids’ right, get a room,” Shoko snorted. 

“Can we dress her up?” Mimiko got right to asking the important questions.

“Oooh Mama Geto, you have makeup, right?” Her blonde twin added, jumping up from the chair in excitement. 

“Hey, I want in too. As Auntie, it’s my duty to teach her to chug a beer, or light a cig-“

“OKAYyyyy that’s enough Auntie Shoko,” you said as you fake smiled through your teeth. 

“Hahaha the Auntie lady said doo-ty” Nanako toppled over in a fit of laughter.

“Nanako, that’s not even funny. What’s a beer Mama?” Mimiko asked without skipping a beat. 

You sighed. “It’s a grown-up drink, Mimi.” 

“Girls, I have an idea. Why don’t you start gathering all the ingredients for the birthday cake, and we can all bake together! Just give me, Mama, and Auntie Shoko a few minutes, okay?” Suguru was born to be a parent. He was so good at making every little task for the girls into a game - a happy, go lucky childhood that you desperately wished for your child. And Suguru was there to deliver. 

The girls ventured off to the kitchen, leaving the three of you alone to talk. 

“So, it’s a healthy girl,” Shoko spoke, breaking the silence.  

“But I’m a little worried about you, Y/N.” 

“Why?”

“What’s wrong with her?” Suguru’s face was grave. 

“Nothing’s wrong right now, per say. But your blood pressure is a little high for my taste. I’m going to give you some labetalol to help with that. But, you need to take it easy. Nothing exciting for the next few weeks. I’ll come back and check on you again soon. Right now, we should make a plan for when the baby comes,” Shoko explained.

“Shoko’s right, doll. We need a birth plan,” Suguru chimed in.

“And we should figure out who should come and stand guard outside. I suggest Mei Mei, she won’t care as long as you pa-“

“Stop. Talking. Everyone. Please.” You took a deep breath. “This is just… a lot.” 

You were so overstimulated. 

“Please, can we talk about this later? I just want to bake the cake and celebrate Suguru’s birthday. This isn’t helping to lower my blood pressure at all,” you exhaled. 

Lip trembling, you felt yourself on the verge of tears. 

“Oh, no sweetie, I’m sorry,” Shoko cooed 

“Doll, we didn’t mean to overwhelm you-“ 

“I know you didn’t mean to, but it’s still a lot. My life is just so different than it was seven, eight months ago. Sometimes I just wish we were back at school. It was just so… simple. I- I try to be strong for you, Sugu, and the girls, but I- just- I-“ you buried your face in your hands and sobbed. 

Norotoshi. That first night with the girls. You and Suguru laying in the soft grass by Jujutsu High. 

You felt like you were watching your life through a screen. For a moment, you looked outside the window. It was a little hard to tell with the veil, but it appeared as if it was pouring rain, making mud out of the earthy ground below. 

“Hey, Suguru, can you give us a minute? I think the girls will burn down the house if they don’t have adult supervision soon,” Shoko half joked. 

Suguru looked a bit pained at the suggestion. He wanted to be with you, especially in a stressful moment like this. Shoko pulled Suguru aside, closer towards the shoji door separating the living room from the kitchen. 

Shoko didn’t get emotional very often, she was rather accomplished at hiding what she was feeling behind a mask of sarcasm and attitude. But, for a moment, Suguru could read her. She was upset. More than upset. She was angry.

“Look, I haven’t had a conversation with her that wasn’t about the baby since before you took her away,” Shoko snapped. 

Suguru’s eyes got wide in offense to Shoko’s comment. 

“She came with me of her own will, Shoko. No one made her do anything, or took her anywhere-” 

“No, you did. You did. Your selfish, dumbass didn’t use protection. Do you think she would actually still be attached to you if she wasn’t carrying your child?” 

“Aren’t you sick of being used as a tool by the Jujutsu elders?”

“Save your bullshit for your cultish followers. We’re not friends anymore, Geto. I’m not friends with murderers. I’m here for her and that is all.” 

“Yet, you’re still friends with Satoru. How many people has he murdered?” 

Shoko swallowed, pondering Suguru’s comment. 

“He has done it for the greater good.” 

“Oh, really? What’s the greater good? I just got word that there’s a child who was born with a powerful curse technique. However, he has a heavenly restriction that paralyzes him from the neck down. He is allergic to sunlight, even moonlight can burn his skin. Yet, the elders keep him alive and have him suffer because his technique is ‘too valuable to lose.’ Is that the greater good that Satoru kills for? The greater good that I kill for is one where my children do not have to live in fear of being controlled or used as a weapon. People have already tried to come for Y/N and our child because they see her as a weapon. She’s not even born yet. And all they see is a weapon. I will not allow any of my daughters to be used like we were.” A vein was sticking out Suguru’s forehead

Shoko took a deep breath as she collected her thoughts. 

“We were the strongest. You, me, Y/N, and Satoru. No one hates the elders more than me and Satoru. But you’re going about it the wrong way. This isn’t the answer, and I hope both of you see that.” 

Shoko turned on her heel to walk out through the kitchen. You and Suguru both followed her to the door. Suguru walked with the intention of escorting her out; you with the intention of keeping her close to you.

“Shoko, please don’t leave yet, we- we have cake…” you begged. 

Shoko faced you once more, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m not leaving you; it’s your house I’m leaving. I’ll send you a secure location to meet in the next few weeks. I’ll bring Mei Mei for muscle, just in case. Tell Geto he is not allowed. Goodbye, Y/N,” she said, stepping out under the veil surrounding the building. 

As soon as she reached the edge of the veil, she was drenched by the thick droplets that fell from the sky. 

Shoko was just thankful that you wouldn’t be able to make out the tears falling down her face alone with the rain. 

…

Beginning of March, 2008 (35 weeks)

35 weeks had come and gone, and you felt absolutely disgusting. You heard a rumor that pregnancy was supposed to have you glowing, but you think whoever said that was just trying to come up with some wild propaganda to help the aging population of Japan. 

Nothing fit you anymore, not even the nice robes Suguru bought for you. You sat on the floor of your closet, inspecting yourself in front of the mirror in nothing but a clean pair of underwear. Stretch marks decorated the sides of your tummy and breasts, the little tiger stripes making a pattern down your body. Your hips had them as well, and you couldn’t even see past your belly anymore. It had been a week since you and Suguru had found some time for sex and intimacy; you were both so exhausted. 

So, you just cried, pushing your head into your hands, mourning for your changing body. Muffled footsteps started up the stairs, alerting you that your boyfriend was home. 

“Doll, I ended the meeting early today, I was thinking we could do something just the two of us. Maybe dinner? A movie? You name it.” 

You could feel Suguru searching for your through your shared room. He was going to find you here pathetically crying to yourself eventually, so, you cleaned yourself up as best you could, but you were unsuccessful in hiding your sniffles. Suguru opened the door to your closet to you, crying, wearing nothing but your panties. 

“My love, what are you doing down there?”

You don’t know what came over you, but that made you sob even harder.

“Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart. What’s up, do you just need to cry?” 

You nodded your head as you attempted to cover your body in embarrassment. Taking note of your body language, Suguru took a step back from you. However, his eyes were on you as he realized you were wearing nothing but your underwear. 

He thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever set his eyes on. Sure you were absolutely gorgeous before he got you pregnant, but now, gods, he didn’t have words to describe your beauty. Suguru Geto was rarely speechless, and your beauty rendered him as such. 

He loved how your body had grown and changed to accommodate your child, physical proof of your love. He didn’t think it was possible, but he was even more attracted to you than ever before. The last week had been hard on him, and no sex had been even harder. Nothing offered him the same emotional release than when you were sobbing on his cock, telling you how much he loved you and would always protect you. 

After a few minutes of you sobbing, and Suguru staring, you finally opened up.

“I feel disgusting,” 

“Doll, no, you’re so beau-“

“-You’re just saying that because you have to,” you looked up and away from him in an attempt to keep more tears from spilling. “I’m so huge, none of my clothes fit. My skin is ruined. And you haven’t touched me in a week. Is that what it’s attributed to?” You squeaked out, your voice hardly above a whisper.

“Doll, look at me,” Suguru crouched down to your level and took your face in his hands, holding on to your chin.

“Even if you were 100 years old and your face was lined with wrinkles, I would think you were the most beautiful woman I had ever set my eyes on. You know why?”

“No.” You just wanted him to make you feel better already. 

“Because these lines and marks are all reminders that you are alive and safe, and what is more beautiful than that? Aging is a privilege; having this child with you is a privilege, as is getting to watch you two grow. And, honestly, I’ve never been more sexually attracted to you than I am right now. Your skin isn’t ruined; it’s fine art to me. Like someone took a magical brush and painted proof of our love for each other on your body. I haven’t touched you in a week because you seemed exhausted and I didn’t want to stress you or baby.“

Suguru began to kiss your tears away, making his way to your mouth. 

He captured your lips in a sweet, salty kiss.

“And I love your belly. It means the baby is healthy,” he whispered, continuing down to your breasts. “It also means you’re full of me. Everyone knows we belong to each other because I fucked my baby into you.” 

You knew he wasn’t lying; you could see the very obvious tent in his pants. You could also feel yourself dampening your panties. Gods, you needed this so badly. 

Suguru took one of your full, heavy tits into his hand, and brushed against your nipple, making you whine. He moved in back of you so you could see the two of you in the mirror. 

“Look at these. So sensitive. So pretty.” Suguru latched himself to your neck, leaving a little love bite, and smoothing it over with his tongue when he was done. “Can’t wait till these start dripping milk,” he admitted, moving to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. You were absolutely drenched at this point. 

“Let’s move to the bed, I don’t want to ruin the carpet-“ you panicked. 

“-So? If it gets ruined, it gets ruined. I’ll buy a new one. Right now, I need to show you how much I love and adore you. The only thing you need to worry about is the number of times you’re gonna fall apart on my mouth, fingers, and cock tonight.”

You let a whimper escape your throat as his hands moved to the inside of your thighs, rubbing tantalizingly close to your core.

“Also, I forgot one thing, doll,” Suguru continued.

“Whaaa,” you half asked, half moaned.

“If you don’t follow my instructions exactly, you don’t get to cum. Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” His fingers ghosted over your clit and swiveled over your dripping entrance instead, making you shiver. 

You nodded your head in response.

“Need a verbal answer, doll,” Suguru cooed, a sly grin forming on his lips. 

“Yes, I ca-AHHH-“ as soon as the word “yes,” left your mouth, Suguru sunk one of his thick fingers into your waiting cunt, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit. The stimulation was so intense, you had to close your eyes.

“Be a good girl and open your eyes for me. I need you to see how absolutely breathtaking you look right now, spread open on my fingers, taking me so well.” 

You complied and opened your eyes, taking in the state of you. Your legs were thrown to either side of you and placed over Suguru’s thighs to allow him easier access. Your pussy was so wet that your arousal started to drip on the carpet beneath you. Your hair was disheveled, your pupils blown with lust. Your cheeks had the softest touch of pink added to them. The image in front of you looked so lewd, as were the accompanying squelches coming from your core. You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. Just as you tilted your head down in shame, Suguru took the hand that was not currently buried inside your cunt and grabbed your chin to tilt upwards. 

“None of that, or you won’t get to cum. Look how beautiful you come apart f’me,” you opened your eyes again and noticed that his breathing started getting more shallow. “Now, I know your fingers aren’t as long as mine, so I’ll keep them where they are. I need you to start rubbing here,” he took the hand on your chin to cup your breast and tweak your nipple. You gasped at the contact. 

You did as he said, and began to rub small, soft circles into your nipples. You thought you were going to cum right then and there. “Good Girl. Wish I could keep you all stuffed and round like that forever.” 

“Sugu- I’m gonna- please,”

“How could I say no to that? Let go, doll,” and with that, you reached your high for the first time that night, juices leaking everywhere. 

Suguru helped you through your orgasm, then slipped his fingers out and sucked them clean. 

“Look at your little hole, clenching around nothing. Tell me, did you try to get yourself off at all this week when I wasn’t there? Be honest.” Suguru said in a condescending tone. 

“I. I…tried too, but my fingers aren’t big enough. And I get so tired so easily,” you replied breathlessly, still recuperating from your climax. 

“What a dirty girl,” Suguru smirked into your shoulder. “I had no time to, but the past few hours, all I could think about was your body wrapped around mine, sucking me dry-“ 

“I can’t believe how pent up we both are after just one week,” You cut in.

“I can. Like I said, I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now. Now, on your hands and knees, my love. I’m gonna fill you right up. That's it, what a good girl. My girl.” 

You struggled a bit, but eventually got yourself on all fours. You looked a mess. Stray baby hairs were sticking to your face from the sweat. You watched in the mirror as Suguru stripped his crew neck and sweats as fast as he possibly could.

No matter how many times you had seen it and had it inside of you, his thick cock both impressed and intimidated you. Suguru put on a little show, and gave his dick a few pumps before disappearing behind you to line up with your pussy. When he sunk in, you both gritted your teeth and gasped at the contact.

“I’m- I’m gonna scoop you up and put you on my lap, okay? I’ll swing your legs over mine once we get settled to make it easier for you.” Suguru was already breathless, and he had barely done anything. 

“Ahhh- Sugu-“ 

“Shhh, I got you. You don’t have to do anything, just let me do the work for right now, and you watch yourself in the mirror.” 

He pulled you up and back on to his lap, allowing him to bottom out in one fell swoop. 

“Sugu-“ 

“Hold on, don't move, I-I might cum if you do.” 

You felt delirious. So full. You missed him so much. 

“You feel how hard I am inside of you? This is all you, love,” Suguru moaned, cupping your lower belly gently. He parted your legs more, so that they went over his muscular thighs. The new position pushed him even deeper. Suguru kept his hands at the apex of your thighs, both to restrain and tease you some more. 

“Suguru ple- please move or I wuhhh-“

Suguru’s hands tensed where they were, effectively keeping you in place. Then, Suguru lost control and bucked up into your warmth, hitting your sweet spot with precision, as if he had memorized it. You started circling your hips, allowing his dick to continue to kiss that area that brought you immense pleasure. 

“That’s it baby, use me for your own pleasure. Doing so- uh- so good,” he grunted. “My girl,” Suguru said, moving one of his hands on your thigh to your throat. 

“Eyes up here,” he commanded. “Look so good with this necklace, huh? You’re all mine, love. All mine, and everyone knows because I fucked my baby into you.” 

You whined, drool starting to slip out of the corner of your mouth. You looked ruined, body covered in a mix of sweat, spit, and cum. “Whenever you’re ready, give it to me,” Suguru purred, dizzy with his own pleasure. 

“Clit-“ you choked out. Suguru brought down the other large hand that was on your thigh to play with the swollen nub. “Gonna cum, Sugu, Gon-“ you chanted like a prayer as you came for the second time. Suguru kept rubbing through your high, occasionally bucking up into you. 

“Shhh, I got you. My girl. My beautiful, lovely girl. I love you so much.” Your orgasm hit you hard. It was glorious, exhilarating even, but exhausting all in one. 

When you came to, you realized that Suguru still hadn’t cum. 

“My love, use me to cum,” you pleaded to the inky haired man in back of you. 

“I can take care of myself if you’re too tir-“ 

“Suguru. Get. Inside me. Now,” 

“Are you sure?”

“Suguru. Geto.” 

“Fine. You asked for it.” 

Suguru went back into the main bedroom quickly and returned with pillows in hand. 

“For your arms and knees, love. I wanna go slow and deep.” 

You climbed on top of the soft pillows, placing them beneath you like a makeshift mattress. Suguru gave himself a few pumps again and rubbed at the fat of your ass. 

“Look at you. So beautiful.”

You peaked in the mirror at the state of yourself once again, as if to see if Suguru was bluffing. Yet, Suguru looked at you as if you were the only person in the world.  

One of his hands moved to rub the underside of your stomach. The other lined his cock up to your hold and entered with no resistance. Suguru released a pitiful whimper. You were so immersed in the pleasure, a soundless moan was ripped from your body. 

“I told you this cute tummy would be full of my babies one day,” he purred, voice straining as he began to plunge deep inside of you. 

Each thrust of his hips was calculated, yet frantic. Your walls felt heavenly around his thick length, fluttering and threatening to swallow him whole. He was going to cum soon. 

“You’re mine. Say you’re mine, Y/N,” he spat, guiding his hand to lightly wrap your throat. 

“Y-Yours. All yours. I love you.” As if you were standing with your back to the ocean and the ferocious waves that flowed through them, your orgasm snuck up on you and pulled you under the riptide that was your climax. Your pussy milked Suguru for all he was worth, coaxing him to finish as well. 

“And I’m all yours. Yours,” he chanted a few times before bucking up deep inside of you and finding his release. The familiar warm feeling spread throughout your insides, allowing you to feel light, calm even. Suguru caught you before your legs gave out and hit the floor, manhandling you to lean back on him as he pressed kisses into your collarbone.

You stayed like that on the floor of the closet for a while, taking in the presence of one another. Feeling possessive, Suguru held you in his arms, as if to protect you from the self destructive and self loathing thoughts that attacked you from your own mind. 

After a few moments, Suguru peered deep into your eyes, appearing puzzled. 

“What’s wrong, love?” you questioned.

“I never officially asked the question, did I?”

“No, you didn’t.” You smile sweetly. 

“Okay…

Marry me?” 

“I’ll think about it,” you said, teasing him. Suddenly, you felt very uncomfortable. The wet, cold fluids that covered your body did not make for a very pleasant afterglow experience.

“Maybe if you draw me a bath with that lavender salt, I’ll be persuaded,” you added.

“Anything for you, Mrs. Geto,”  he smirked, slowly moving his body off of the floor. 

“I’m so lucky to have you, Suguru.” 

“And I, you.” 

He arose and turned to the closet door, looking back at you as he held himself against the door frame. 

“Doll, if you ever have those thoughts again, please tell me so I can fuck them out of you,” he bent down, placed a quick kiss on your cheek and ran away before you could move your swollen body to turn and protest.

A tired, blissful smile creeped over your lips. 

And then you remembered his promise.

“I’d end the world for you.”

…

February, 2008 (36 and a half weeks)

Suguru tried to spend as much time with you and the girls, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hold on to his followers without his dangerous presence to encourage cooperation. 

So, more often than not, you found yourself alone with the girls. 

It was an overcast, gloomy, and overall, miserable February day. 

This also happened to be the best time to venture out to the beaches, as there weren’t many people about.

You fed the girls breakfast, dressed them in matching blue and yellow long sleeve swimsuits, and left the safety of your home in lieu of not going completely stir crazy. You adorned yourself in a simple navy sundress with gold buttons. It reminded you of your old life, all of those months ago at school. Before leaving the house, you recast a veil to assure no one would be able to find your safe haven. In case your fiancé came home early, you left a note explaining your whereabouts on the kitchen counter. Mimiko stood on your left, and Nanako to your right. You took their adorable 6 year old hands and led them out into the fresh air.

The girls were ecstatic to leave the house, as this was a rare treat for them. Suguru probably wouldn’t condone you having an outing, but you felt yourself starting to lose your sanity after 4 continuous weeks inside. You needed this just as much as the girls.

Besides, your blood was literally poison to others. If anything happened to you, you had your technique to keep you safe. 

The three of you made your way through the mile of thick trees, frequently stopping for you to rest. The twins collected sticks, made mud potions, and discovered little ant kingdoms. They were having the time of their lives, just as normal children should. You couldn’t wait to give your unborn daughter a childhood too, something you or Suguru never really got the chance to experience. Giggles and singing filled the air as you walked, leaving your heart lighter than when you had awoken that morning. 

Eventually, you reached the small main road that led to the beachfront. The street featured a small strip of shops and restaurants, one of these establishments being a convenience store. 

“Mama, do you remember when we first met you and you tooked us to 7/11?” Nanako asked, bright eyes looking up at you.

“Nanako, it’s took. Tooked isn’t a word.” Mimiko snorted at her sister.

“How do you know? You’re also 6.” Nanako retorted. 

“Yeah but I’m older by a minute, so I know mor-“

“Mimiko.” You gave her a knowing glance. Mimiko intended to push every button of her sister until she broke. 

“Sorry, Nanako.” Mimiko grumbled. 

“Nanako, what were you saying about the 7/11?” 

“Remember when you took us there and you got us snacks and ice cream?” Nanako asked sweetly. 

“Yes, I’ll buy you two ice cream,” you chuckled. 

“REALLY?!” the twins shouted in delight.

“Of course, it’s a special day. We rarely get to go outside,” you beamed at the girls. 

“Can the baby have ice cream too?” Mimiko asked. 

“I guess the baby could have some ice cream,” you laughed. You loved those girls like they were your own. You couldn’t wait for your daughter to join them. 

You led the two of them into the small convenience store. Actually, it was more like the twins led you inside and made a b-line for the ice cream section. 

Once their treats were chosen, you allowed them to pick out a few snacks for the beach as well.

You approached the cashier with the goodies as the girls trailed happily behind. 

“Are you three having a picnic? It’s honestly an awesome day to have one, not many people out on the beach today,” the cashier smiled at the three of you. 

“No, we’re having a princess tea party, actually,” Nanako explained to the friendly man. 

The kind man at the counter couldn’t have been much older than yourself. He probably had a normal life. Went to university, had a stable group of friends. Didn’t become a fugitive at the ripe age of 19…

Mimiko’s insistent tugging on your purse is what dragged your mind away from such thoughts. 

“Mama, you have to pay,” Mimiko reminded you, her tugging only stopping when you responded.

“Oh, sorry, let me grab my card.” You reached into your wallet, grabbing for the hefty black card hidden inside. 

You handed the cashier the card with two hands, nodding your head in apology for the wait. 

He simply smiled at you, and took the card from your hands. 

“Would you like a bag?” He glanced down at your protruding belly and reconsidered his offer. “Actually, I can help you ladies carry the snacks to the beach if you would like. It’s not far, and I go on break in a minute,” the cashier offered.

“That would be so wonderful and helpful! Thank you,” You bowed your head in appreciation.

“It’s the least I could do,” the man responded. 

So, you took the girls by the hands again and led them out of the store, the man trailing behind you with your snacks. 

After walking through a small clearing of trees, the four of you made it to the beachfront. You settled down in front of a tree, so that you would have the support of the bark against you tired, aching back. The cashier then set the bag of food down next to you. 

“Thank you so much again, sir. What is your name by the way? I never asked, I apologize.”

“You can call me Heibara,” he responded. 

Like Haibara, you thought. 

Haibara was such a sweet boy, much like the cashier helping you out. You hadn’t thought about him in a good minute. 

“Thank you, Haibara-san. My name is Geto-san, and these two are my daughters,” you beamed at the girls, who had started building a sand castle and were immediately arguing over who was going to be the princess. 

“Daughters? I thought they were your little sisters!” He joked. You let out a small laugh, feeling at ease talking to someone so, normal. 

“Well, enjoy your beach day with your girls,” Heibara responded. 

“You enjoy your day too! Your kindness has made my week. Thank you, Heibara-san.” 

You bowed again as he left. 

You sat in the lukewarm sand as the girls continued to play and laugh, relishing in the small bit of freedom you afforded yourself. 

You felt like a normal mother with her normal daughters. You absentmindedly rubbed your bump, letting out a peaceful sigh. This was how you wanted to live your life and raise your family. 

About an hour or so of this heavenly normalcy passed before Heibara returned. 

“Hey!” He yelled from the thick canopy of trees. “You forgot your credit card! I totally forgot to give it t-“

Your peace was short lived as a curse shot out from behind the poor cashier, decapitating him in an instant. 

Your first instinct was to gather the girls and run, but something stopped you from this fight or flight response.

Your fiancé’s gojo-kesa flowed in the back of where the decapitated man once stood. 

Suguru ran towards you, relief flashing over his face. He pulled you in for a hug as he spoke. You didn’t hug him back. 

“Doll, thank goodness, I thought I was going to lose you agai-“ 

“Suguru. What the actual fuck.” 

The last time you had seen someone killed, point-blank in front of you, you were 16 years old. And you were standing in front of Reiko Amanai. 

You clutched your stomach protectively, backing up from Suguru. 

You knew what he did to put food on your table and a roof over your head. You knew what he did to his followers if they disobeyed. You didn’t need to see his actions to believe that it was happening.

Yet, you didn’t put two and two together until that moment. 

Suguru was a murderer. But he didn’t just kill Heibara. He had brutally ended the lives of hundreds of people at this point. 

Whether it was deserved or not, Suguru had still taken those lives away.  

“What?” Suguru looked so genuinely confused. 

The girls ran from their sandcastle, excited to see their father figure.

“Papa!!!” Nanako shouted. 

“Hi girls!! Did you have fun with Mama today?” 

“Yes, so much!” Mimiko answered. 

“I think it’s time to go home. Don’t you Suguru? Girls, please go pick up your toys, maybe there will be some extra ice cream after dinner tonight,” you put on the fakest smile you could muster. 

“Whoever picks up more stuff doesn't have to do chores tonight,” Suguru added.

“Out of my way Mimi,” Nanako ran to the spot they were playing at.

You turned to your fiancé, face grim and full of anger.

“You have 2 minutes to explain what the fuck just happened, Suguru.” 

“What happened with me, darling? You are 36 and a half weeks pregnant. You can barely walk down the stairs without help. What do you think you were doing, bringing the girls out here by yourself?”

“You just killed an innocent man. For no reason. In front of your children.” 

“They didn’t even see. Besides, I had a curse devour the remnants,” he responded, as if it would make the situation any better. 

“I don’t want to talk about this in front of the girls. Take us home. We’ll talk there,” you finished as the twins came rushing up to you, their hands full of toys.

“MAMA I PICKED UP MORE TOYS THAN NANA,” Mimiko squealed with delight. 

“Since you girls picked up so many toys, I don’t think either of you need to help with dishes tonight! Great job!” Suguru beamed at the girls. 

“Yeah! We’re gonna go home and eat dinner now.” You added, still out of it. 

The four of you boarded that same pink curse you used for transportation. If you were a typical family, in another life, perhaps that curse would have been traded for a minivan. 

“Don’t think we’re done talking,” you whispered in Suguru’s ear. 

Once you got home, you ushered the girls upstairs into your room to let them watch a movie while you and Suguru made dinner. 

You breaded the chicken, as Suguru set up the rice cooker and started to wash the white grains. 

Silently, you popped the chicken in the oven to cook just as Suguru finished with the rice.

The tension between you two was so thick, you weren’t even sure a cursed tool would cut through it. 

Finally, Suguru broke the silence. 

“Y/N.” Suguru spoke sternly. He hadn’t ever taken this tone with you before. 

“Wh-What if something had happened? What if that man was a non-sorcerer combatant? You know about Toji Zen’in. You know about Q and the Star Religious Group. How could you be so careless?” 

“But what if he wasn’t Suguru. You had NO proof and NO right. You had no right to take his life. He was kind to me and the girls. He helped me carry things because I’m pregnan-“ 

“Or because you’re vulnerab-“

“Let me finish my thought. What if he had a family? I think I left my card at the store. Does no good deed go unpunished? I understand that you kill when there is a point, but WHAT was the point of that?” 

“The point, darling, was that he was a non-sorcerer monkey who got too close to you. He could have been a real threat. What if I had come there and found the three of you dead like Amanai.” 

“YOU ARE OUT OF LINE,”

“AND YOU ARE NOT USING LOGIC. Did you forget that your own brother turned on you? You can’t trust anyone.” 

“Suguru. He’s seven. He had NO choice.” 

Your eyes met his. The normal soft, lilac of his eyes was nowhere to be seen. At first glance, they were a more sinister purple. But you knew him better than that. 

He was afraid. 

“I don’t even know who you are anymore, Suguru. I turn a blind eye to what you do with your followers because you say it has a point. And I trusted you to keep us safe. But this fear has driven you mad.” 

“What fear?” 

“Your fear of losing me like you lost Amanai, and Haibara, and even Shoko and Gojo’s friendship.” 

Silence. 

“How many people did you kill in that village Suguru?” You never actually asked him. You had just assumed he had killed the man and woman holding the twins hostage in that horrible house. 

“I- how is that relevant right now?” 

“You know exactly why it is relevant, Geto Suguru. Or is that even who you are anymore?” 

“Y/N. This is the only way I can keep you safe. A world free of non-sorcerers. So our daughter can grow up in a world better than the one we did.”

“But how exactly will the world be better if you killed people to get there?” 

“Please, love. I just need to keep you safe. I can’t. I can’t lose you too. I can’t. I feel like I’m losing you here. My Eurydice. I’ve become Orpheus, following you. Help me. Please.” 

Your usually unshakable, charming fiancé was reduced to a puddle, weeping into your arms. He stood and cried into your shoulder for a good five minutes before calming down enough to explain more.

“I killed 112 people. I started with the ones that hurt Mimiko and Nanako the most. Then I moved to the bystanders, which just happened to be the rest of the village. I remember every single one of their names. How could you knowingly let a child, much less two, suffer the way they did?” 

You took a deep breath as tears filled your eyes.

The scary thing was that you still loved him so very much. 

“Please say something, love,” Suguru pleaded.

“I honestly don’t even know what to say.” 

“Anything. Yell at me again, or tell me to fuck off. Something.”

“I would never use those words towards you, Suguru. You are the love of my life. I’m sorry I raised my voice. This is just…”

A lot, you thought. 

More silence.

“I love you so much, Suguru. I don’t think any part of me can ever stop loving you. But, I’m scared. I don’t know if I’m scared for or of you,” you explained, not meeting his violet eyes. 

“I would never, ever intentionally hurt or lay a finger on you, love. But I also understand why you would be scared of a monster like me.”

For a moment, all you saw was that scared shitless, 16-year-old boy who was used for nothing more than his abilities. Who tried so hard to be a friend to others. The strongest, who protected the weak. Suguru who always put on a confident, charming face to the outside world, but you knew him better than that. Your run in with Toji Zen’in really messed with both of your minds.

“I’ve become the monsters I consume.” 

“You had no other choice. So many of the things in our lives we did not get to choose. We didn’t choose to become weapons for a power-hungry conglomerate. We didn’t choose to watch the pointless cycle of suffering that is the Jujutsu world. We did what we had to do to survive. For both of us, for our future. The one choice I have made that I will always stick by is you. I will always stand by you. I will always love you. And I don’t think you’re a monster. I think you’re just someone who cares so deeply for his family. Does saving two little girls from an abusive situation and then raising and loving them like your own sound like something a monster would do? No. No it does not. The world is not and does not have to be black and white, Suguru.” 

You pressed your forehead to his as you took a few deep breaths together. 

Eventually, Suguru pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

You stayed like that for a moment, locked in each other's embrace. It felt warm. It felt like home. 

A small fluttering feeling sparked to life in your stomach, and you immediately grabbed Suguru’s hand and placed it there.

You stared into each other’s eyes and smiled. Suguru’s eyes lingered in yours longer than the baby’s kicks lasted. 

“Suguru, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. You’re just so… wise. And intelligent. And kind. And beautiful,” he stated, matter-of-factly. 

“It’s only because I’m so in love with you,” you teased, a smirk on your face. 

“No,” he chuckled, “It’s only because I’m so in love with you,” he joked back. 

“So,” you began, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Your love for me has blinded you?” 

“That’s not exactly what I meant,” responded Suguru, smiling and playfully rolling his eyes. 

“But it’s probably true,” you giggled as Suguru began to slowly kiss down your neck.“Then what do you mean?” Suguru lifted you up and placed you on the counter, as if you were as delicate as a butterfly wing. 

“Let me show you. Let me show you how much I love you” 

“Suguru, we can’t - the girls-“

He shushed you with a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“The girls are watching a movie. In all honesty, they’re probably passed out from today.”

“I’ll be fast…” he continued, his hands beginning to slide up your thighs. 

Gods, he’s so persistent. 

“Suguru, be so honest with yourself right now. Your insatiable sexual appetite cannot be sated by one mere quickie.”

“It’s not my sexual appetite I’m concerned with. I’ll get just as much pleasure from eating you out as I would being inside of you. I just wanna make you feel good, doll.”

His fingers ventured further, ghosting over your now drenched pussy. 

His face was less than an inch away from yours, sweet, hot breath fanning your face. 

The hands you were using to hold yourself upright on the counter, suddenly wrapping themselves in inky hair, pulling Suguru closer to you. 

When he kissed you, it was messy, but full of passion. 

“Please, baby,” he whispered as both of your breaths picked up in pace.  

Your core burned with need. It was borderline painful. 

“You’ve left me with such a problem now, Suguru. You better take care of it,” you slurred. 

“Yes, love.” 

Suguru obediently complied with your demand, bunching up the long skirt of your dress to your hips, revealing your large bump and comfy panties. Your underwear was one you frequently used to wear when you were on your period. They were cotton hipsters, decorated with cherries and a little bow on top. 

“Sorry I dressed for comfort, not you eating me out,” you joked, making fun of yourself before Suguru had the chance to. 

“Why are you embarrassed about that? I think they’re adorable.”

He kissed you again, slowly making his way from your mouth, to your jaw, to your tummy. 

“I love this sweet belly,” Suguru smiled into your stomach before inching lower, towards your cherry covered panties. 

He mouthed over your warmth, pressing open mouthed kisses to the wet patch that had dispersed throughout the material.

You let out a soft moan, unashamed of how sensitive your pussy had become. 

Then, Suguru bit on the top of the underwear, right where the little bow was. He slowly pulled your panties down with his teeth, nose skimming over your clit as he continued downward. You jumped in pleasure, covering your mouth with one of your hands as not to frighten the girls. 

“Good boy, Sugu,” you’d never taken charge like that before, using more dominant language.

Apparently, you needed to do it more often, because Suguru let a deep moan escape from the depths of his chest, resulting in a vibrating sensation around your mound. He licked a long stripe from your core to your clit, circling around the numb a few times before diving into the area around your folds. 

“Ah- Sugu- So good,” you moaned, giving into the pleasure. 

Lewd sucks and squelches were left in Suguru’s wake, his face quickly becoming covered in your essence. 

Slowly, a finger entered your weeping hole. You clenched greedily around it, glad to be fed something to help satisfy the hunger of your desire. 

He slowly started rocking his finger back and forth, pistoning in and out of your pussy. You felt every callous, every knotty joint and muscle as he filled you. Soon, one finger became two, and he started scissoring you open, all while his mouth stayed glued to your clit. 

The pleasure was immense. Suguru’s pleasure seemed to be immense as well. The man was so full of want and desire that he started rocking his hips into the cabinets just to get some friction. 

“Feel so- so good baby. Just like that, I got you,” Suguru moaned after a particularly hard thrust into the cabinet. “Love, you look so good like this. All spread out above me,” he slurred through half lidded eyes. His legs were tense, body visibly shaking. All the tell-tale signs that an orgasam was approaching. That, and the fact that there was a dark stain accompanying the erection in his pants. 

You reached down to his hair again, pulling on it so that he would be forced to look into your eyes. 

“Suguru, are you going to cum?” 

“Yes, doll,” he bit his lip and whined.

“You don’t get to c-cum until I do,” you stated, feeling your own climax approaching. 

His fingers dove into your pussy again, this time landing on the little spongy spot inside that had you seeing stars. Suguru also continued to swirl his tongue and mouth around your clit as if your life depended on it. 

“Cu-“ you didn’t even get the entire word out as your release coarsed through your body. You felt like you were flying, all of that tension and built up stress leaving your body as you came down from your high. 

Suguru followed not very long after, cumming in his pants. He then shakily stood up and half collapsed in your arms, half against the cabinet again. He gently placed his head on your swollen belly. 

You kissed his forehead, wiping away the sweat with your sleeve. 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

As a response, you pulled him into a sweet kiss. You could still taste yourself on his tongue. 

 “I love you more, Suguru.” 

“I love you most. I’d end the world for you.” 

You stared at each other for a moment, just basking in each other’s presence, and the afterglow of sex. 

Then, your tummy started to complain with growling noises.

“Dinner should be ready in 5. Why don’t you go get the girls? I’ll freshen up,” Suguru suggested, matter of fact. 

“Okay. I love you,” and with that, you placed a kiss on his still moist cheek before carefully walking up the stairs, cupping your belly as you walked. Suguru stood there like an idiot, as if he were dumbstruck by the fact that you actually existed. 

The sound of his cell phone ringing pulled Suguru out of his trance. 

He flipped open the phone. No caller ID. Weird. 

He didn’t recognize the number on the tiny, pixelated screen. 

Slowly, he pulled it up to his ear to answer. 

“Hello,” he said. 

“Suguru?” A voice called from the other line. 

A voice he would know anywhere. 

“Satoru?” 

… 

end of part II 

dividers by @bunnysrph

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Themes:

Angst - 💔, Fluff - 💖, Smut - 💋

KNJ

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

None yet.

Oneshots

Next level, space level 💋💔

Summary: How can Namjoon deny you when you are ready to give yourself to him?

2. Forbidden 💋

Summary: You know it's forbidden but you don't care, not when your professor is more than ready to ruin you.

3. Bus Ride 💋💖

Summary: Namjoon has a massive crush on his coworker and it takes all his self control to survive a bus-ride with her.

4. Seven Minutes 💔

Summary: Namjoon goes around the world in a day in just seven minutes.

Drabbles

Idol!Namjoon X Author!Reader (Meet cute)

Lover - (Fluff)

Enchanted - (Angst with happy ending)

KSJ

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Taste of a Poison [Twoshot] 💔💋

Summary: Relationship with Seokjin is as toxic as it is addictive.

Part 1 , Part 2 [Discontinued]

Oneshots

Wanna be yours 💖💋

Summary: A peaceful, dreamless sleep is all you wanted after a long and boring office party but life has different plans and that plan includes the CEO of your company.

2. 20 Years Late 💔💖

Summary: Seokjin could count on his fingers the things that haven't changed within these 20 years of his life, and one of those is you..

Drabbles

By the Sea - (fluff)

You Belong with Me - (Fluff)

Broken Heart Over Whiskey Glass - (Angst)

Meanie - (Smut)

MYG

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

1. Slide 💔💋

Summary: 

"I can see the pain in your eyes I don't wanna say that I'm God, but I'll take you to heaven if you die"  

Alternatively, 

You would go back in time and fall in love with Yoongi over and over and over again even after knowing that he would never once be yours in any of the timeline.

Oneshots

Call Me Oppa 💋💖

Summary: Yoongi has a weird kink... Maybe you'll find it out soon enough.

2. Haegeum 💋

Summary: Banning Yoongi from your bar has its own consequences.

3. Spotlight 💔💖

Summary: No matter how much you run away from Yoongi, Yoongi always comes right back to you.

4. Give Me A Taste 💋

Summary: Yoongi is down bad for you, he has been missing your taste crazily. Thanks to unexpected turns of events and a cancelled show, he can finally satiate his hunger for you.

5. One of the Girls 💋

Summary: Min Yoongi has been threatening your father. But that's not the problem. The problem is that you wanna get fucked by him.

Drabbles

Best friend!Yoongi X Fem!Reader (Angst)

Delicate - (Implied SMUT, Fluff)

Great War - (Angst)

Girl Crush - (Angst)

JHS

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

I Fell First but He Fell Harder [Series](Completed) 💔💖💋

Summary: You have been with Him since the beginning. To you he was the only person that existed in the world, in your world. But to him, you are another pair of hands that clapped after each of his performance. Will it change when you secure a job in his dancing academy?

2. Broken Glock [Series] (Completed) 💔💖💋

Summary: Hoseok is cold hearted, that's what everyone says. He is made of stone, no emotion runs through his veins, everyone believes it. Everyone but you. Because you have seen concern in his eyes and felt warmth in his touches. You have seen the real him, someone he doesn't acknowledge to be. And that's what has made you fall for him even though you believe you are nothing but a paid employee to him. But the reality is different. You're the only one that makes Hoseok a sane human being, he loves you with all of his heart, so much so that now he has started pushing you away from him to keep you protected from any harm. But will you two survive without each other? What if you can't? And what if you won't?

3. Dear Darling [Mini Series] 💔💋

Summary: After his bride flees from his clutches and reaches the realm of mortals to reunite with her lover - Hoseok has no choice but to chase her. Upon his arrival to the land of obnoxious humans, he crosses paths with you. You are a small, driven mortal who walks with a load of despair on her back. You are nothing but a delicious meal to him and he wants nothing more than to suck your life out of you, find his runaway wife and return to his kingdom. But much to his dismay, you ruin his plans, make him do what he never imagined doing in 600 years of his life - like making him fall in love and keeping him bound to you.

Oneshots

1. Attention 💋

Summary: A very jealous Hoseok fucks you into oblivion.

2. Fleeting [Birthday special] 💔💋

Summary: It's his birthday and you got a surprise for him but maybe not of the good kind.

3. Let's get engaged [Enlistment Special] 💖

Summary: Hoseok is enlisting but he has some pending works to complete beforehand.

4. Not Jealous 💋

Summary: You know Hoseok is sulking and you know how to cheer him up.

5. Cold war 💔💋

Summary: In which Hoseok fucks you for all the time he has lost due to his own mistakes.

6. Soju Bomb 💋

Summary: Hoseok doesn't like soju usually, but he discovers he likes the taste when the drink is spilled on your body.

7. Fool's Gold 💔

Summary: Falling for Jung Hoseok is... Fool's Gold.

8. Not a Dream 💔💖 (Please don't read it. It's my very first fic and it's very cringe! I, myself, don't like it.)

Summary: She thinks she is not good enough for him. She thinks she has nothing to offer. But she doesn't know she is all he wants. But why?

9. Your Lips, My Lips - Apocalypse 💔💋

Summary: You are lonelier than anyone he has ever witnessed. Your loneliness comes with an intensity that matches his, maybe that’s why he is so attracted to you? Maybe that’s why he wants to give you his final moments of existence?

10. Heeled Boots 💋

Summary: A little something about Hoseok's heeled boots from MAMA 2022.

Drabbles

Teardrops - (Angst with an open ending)

Afterglow - (Angst with happy ending) [A Girl Crush followup drabble]

PJM

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Lightning [Mini-Series] 💋💖

Summary: You don't understand why you find Park Jimin everywhere you go. Also, why his eyes stay only on you.

1.1 Like Crazy - A lightning sequel 💋💖

Summary: Jimin wants to make you his and he will get in done tonight.

2. Oh So Reluctant [Twoshot] 💔💋💖

Summary: For the past eleven months that you have been married to Park Jimin, he has not looked at you the way he has been doing today. And there is sinister in his eyes.

Part 1, Part 2

Oneshots

1. 25 and Virgin 💋

Summary: You are 25 and virgin but maybe your crush slash senior Park Jimin can change that tonight.

Drabbles

Wildest Dreams - (Angst)

Cruel Summer - (Fluff)

KTH

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

None Yet

Oneshots

Baggage 💔

Summary: After six months of parting your ways from each other, Taehyung receives your handwritten letter. An unexpected one.

2. Like a Brother 💋

Summary: Taehyung has always been someone out of your league. Honestly, he isn't even your type. But that doesn't mean you haven't felt weak at times.

Drabbles

Rainy Day [A Baggage Drabble] 💔

Snow on the Beach - (Fluff)

JJK

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Trouble [Twoshot] 💋

Summary: It's not that you don't like your hot rommmate, you just choose to stay away.

1.1. Trouble 2 💋

Summary: It's not that you don't like your hot rommmate, you just choose to stay away.

2. Novice 💋💖

Summary: The need of some extra money lands on you a weird job. But you are not complaining, not when you get to fuck Jeon Jungkook.

2.1. We Need Practice 💋💖

Summary: Jungkook wants you to ride him and you are too bad at that.

Oneshots

1. Desire 💋

Summary: Jungkook hates you, you hate Jungkook but sometimes desire is more important than hatred.

2. Monitoring Duty 💖

Summary: You are tasked with monitoring Jungkook's weverse live tonight, which starts with you trying to shove ramyeon down your throat and ends with Jungkook confessing that he likes you too.

3. Seven Days a Week 💋

Summary: Jungkook promised himself that he will be fucking you right seven days a week.

4. Bad Idea 💋

Summary: Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.

5. In Motion 💋

Summary: You are finally letting Jungkook set everything in motion. And he is more than happy to show you what he has to offer.

6. Standing Next to You 💋💔💖

Summary: Your and Jungkook's relationship is all about dark rooms, shadows, rendezvous and secrecy. It pains you to even think that you can't claim him as yours in front of the world. But Jungkook is always there to set your fears free because he loves you even more than you love him.

7. Closer To You 💔💋

Summary: You know that you and Jeongguk are completely different individuals from every possible aspect, and there is no future of this relationship but you can’t push him away, not when he only wants to come closer to you.

8. Darling, can I be your favorite? 💋

Summary: Your close friend bagged a hot boyfriend. And that said boyfriend is more interested in you than her.

9. Gin and Tonic (ft. Kim Mingyu) 💋

Summary: If Jungkook is pungent as Gin then you need Mingyu as Tonic water to soothe your throat.

Drabbles

Idol!Jungkook X Reader (Establish relationship, fluff)

The Way I Loved You - (Angst with happy ending)

Gorgeous - (SMUT)

Tolerate it - (Angst)

Return the Favor - (SMUT)

Fortnight - (Fluff)

OT7/Multiple Members

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Where Do Broken Hearts Go? - ft. JJK & JHS 💔💋💖 [Series] (completed)

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

2. Hard Luck - ft. JJK & KTH 💖💋 [Series]

Summary: You have a good face, a nice body, a fat amount saved in your secondary bank account, a stable job that you love, loving friends and family, you are good in bed. You have almost everything other than a good luck in love. Sleeping around with random dudes don’t feel enough when your friends are getting married and having kids. If you are being honest, you have started getting bored of this prolonged singlehood already.  Your last light of hope fades away when your work crush, aka the hot guy from the legal department, Kim Taehyung (with whom you might or might not have slept once, okay! twice!), asks you to set him up with your work best friend (who, apparently, is the most asked out woman of the company). But what you don’t know is that the CEO of the company has taken a liking to you and has set out on a mission of winning your heart.  But wait… Taehyung might have started developing feelings for you in the process of receiving your help!!!

Oneshots

1. Best Fucking Friends - JHS & PJM 💋

Summary: Guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.

2. The More, The Merrier- KTH & JJK 💋

Summary: Taehyung should definitely feel angry or at least disappointed seeing you already trying to sleep with someone else, that too, his best friend. However, what he feels is insanely turned on.

Drabbles

Happily Ever After - KNJ & JHS (Angst)

*Disclaimer: All the pictures are taken from internet and pinterest (ktvjeon). I don't own the edits.

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:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡ ･ﾟ✧ Woozi World :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡ ･ﾟ

Sometimes Jihoon zones out.

Fluff - woozi x reader

Based on my favorite Woozi Quirk™ (ft. some of my favorite pics of Woozi World)

AO3 link

Word Count: 642

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A gentle melody played from the speaker as you sat on the white couch in the Universe Factory. You played a game on your phone and let the music sink into your mind, easily enjoying the new production made by your friend. Jihoon faced you in his desk chair with his eyes closed and head bobbing, lost in the melody. He wanted to gauge your reaction as his test audience, but he got distracted enjoying his own creation a little too much.

You had noticed this behavior in him before when he listened to music; you found it endearing how it seemed like the entire world would seemingly fall away to him, leaving him alone with the bars and measures. Music was often the catalyst for his little zone-out sessions, but sometimes he was lost in his own thoughts. In those moments, he would stare out into space with blank eyes and an expression stuck on his face. Sometimes he looked cutely and stupidly happy, and sometimes he looked lost and confused. During those moments, you would indulge a little bit in being able to look at him freely before pulling him back to reality. His little quirk only deepened the crush you had on him.

As you both sat in his studio and absorbed the new music, you watched as Jihoon floated into Woozi World bit by bit. His hands tapped out every beat which led to his head following the rhythm until he closed his eyes and hummed out possible melodies for the song it would soon become. You put your phone down and enjoyed the show a little longer before finally calling out to him.

"Hey," you started in a small voice trying to coax him slowly from his reverie. It didn't work. "Hello…” you trailed, “...Jihoon." You got a little closer to him and snapped your fingers in front of his closed eyes. All it seemed to do was create a new syncopation that he held onto with his tapping fingers which had him falling deeper into the song flooding his senses.

Frustrated, you cupped your hands around your mouth and half-shouted, "Earth to Woozi World! Don't leave me behind!"

With a sharp inhale through his nose, Jihoon opened his eyes wide and stared at you. You were smiling at him like you were going to start laughing at him. A blush washed across his face as he realized that he zoned-out again. He swiveled in his chair quickly to turn the volume down to a nice ambient sound that the two of you could talk over. When he faced you again, he couldn't quite meet your eyes.

You giggled and spoke first, "You let the song loop like five times."

"I'm sorry." Even in the blue and purple lights of the Factory, you could see the blush deepen in his cheeks.

"Don't apologize," you laughed out, reaching one hand for his knee, "The song was so good; I hardly even noticed."

He finally met your adoring gaze and smiled, calming down. “Tell me what you liked about it. I wanted to gauge your reaction.”

As you started the long list of praises you had about the work and comments on potential concepts and vibes for the piece, Jihoon had relaxed into his chair comfortably, looking completely calm. You tried to recreate some of the melodies with your own voice, only to be excited when you noticed the part playing softly in the background. Your input was precious to Jihoon; he watched and listened intently to all your ideas. His face stilled in a soft smile and his eyes were locked on the stars that sparkled in your eyes as you continued to talk about his music. He fell back into his own mind where the only things in his world that could ever exist were music and you.

[kiachiako]

april nct recs

my library of favorites from APR <3 all creds to authors

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series

JAEMIN | better than your next (i'm the next) | @ddeonuism 11.9k [ part one ]

RENJUN | messenger | @dojunie — smau | You find a phone number written on the mirror of the Sulim Library's second floor bathroom. It’s scrawled messily across the glass in erasable expo marker, the handwriting underneath almost closer to hieroglyphics than lettering— and what you thought it read, was ‘SEND DUCK PICS FOR A GOOD TIME.’ (You suppose, in hindsight, it was a good thing this person’s penmanship was so shit— because if you knew what it really said, you might have never stumbled across the oddly intriguing inbox of one Huang Renjun.)

oneshots

[m] JAEHYUN | seeds of pomegranates | @anashins 29.5k — The day the god of the underworld steals you away, he expects to have found a timid wife to make his isolated life more bearable. Little does he know that the rose he picked from the garden called earth bears knives instead of thorns, and he might not have found a timid wife, but a queen with a heart as dark as his.

[m] JAEHYUN | hearts are won at practice | @angelwonie 21.2k — jung jaehyun is an obnoxious, way too handsome footballer whom you have no intention of getting to know. at least until a series of coincidences forces you to spend time with him, and you realize there might be more to him than what meets the eye.

CHENLE | potential | @rrxnjun 20k — rich kids au, childhood friends au, friends with benefits au. angst, fluff, suggestive | You saw his potential without seeing credentials. And maybe that's the issue.

[m] HAECHAN | monochrome | @sundaysundaes — Lee Donghyuck once believed in the concept of soulmates—how fate would connect a red thread from one lover to another, in a form of dreams and memories. That was how his parents met, that was how they claimed their happiness, and he wanted nothing more but to live his life the way they lived theirs. Until one day, as he sees her slipping away from his hands, he has no choice but to stop believing entirely.

CHENLE | i still love you | @xiaodejunletsact 17.4k — high school can be complicated. thats why when your crush of three years, zhong chenle, approaches you out of nowhere offering to drive you home you are right to question his intentions.

HAECHAN | free trial wedding style | @liliansun 10.6k — when a random, cute, guy comes up to you and practically asks for you to follow along, you do so without much thought. that is until you get home and see he’s your new neighbor who just might need your help a little more than you expected.

[m] HAECHAN + MARK | the girl is mine | @luvrkives 10.5k — mark and hyuck can't stop fighting over you. who fucks you better, who makes you laugh more, who you like most, who fucks you better, yada yada yada. but honestly, why argue when you would happily take them both?

JAEHYUN | love you goodbye | @serendipityseulgi 10.3k — the one with the story of dysfunctional love between you and jaehyun. aka, you both want different things and your love isn’t always enough.

[m] JOHNNY | color evasion | @ncteez 8.7k — or the one where you join a kink website and a specific dom’s profile catches your attention enough to actually meet him at a hotel and practically ignore your safe words bc man, he’s good. 

[m] HAECHAN + JAEHYUN | mine too | @waithyuck 7.5k — donghyuck x jaehyun x reader (f), smut, basically pwp

JAEHYUN | eye of affection | @aitarose 6.6k — for as long as he can remember, jaehyun’s world has been in black and white - giving him no reason to appreciate his mother’s profession as an artist and the beauties that art can provide. however, an accidental meeting with you gives him reason to doubt his former beliefs - proving to him that there may be true beauty in a world that’s void of everything bright, that beauty being the sunshine that you provide. 

HAECHAN | full of love (and stars) | @httplastic 6k — friends/roommates to lovers, light angst

[m] HAECHAN | unavoidable | @sunpopz 5.8k — after swearing to yourself you're done catching feelings for people; you meet someone who makes that incredibly difficult. you think you can avoid him... then you're assigned a final together.

RENJUN | hard to let go | @cinnajun 4.3k — your high school friend group had an ambiguous and messy end, and you never got any closure for anything. two years later, and lee donghyuck’s girlfriend lives on the same floor as you, and you’re forced to face huang renjun, whose abandonment hurt you the most.

HAECHAN | she's quiet | @ijuliet 3.4k — although you were not looking to make new friends, the ones you had tried their hardest to push you out of your comfort zone to find something abnormal for you. which is why you’re at a frat party on a thursday night, watching as lee donghyuck observes you from afar.

[m] HAECHAN | all bark no bite | @jjsneo 2.5k — lee haechan is the most annoying man you’ve ever encountered. but that doesn’t mean you don’t find him hot; and maybe that’s why he has you flat on his mattress one night at a random frat party.

JAEHYUN | in the rain | @sehunniepotwrites 1.9k — All this time, you were looking for love in the wrong places and in the wrong people. As a serial dater, you never thought you would find it in the pouring rain and in the person you trusted the most. 

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