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jerseyshoresy · 8 months

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How About a Glass of Punch!

Shoresy and reader go on their first date—or do they?

Shoresy x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of physical fighting and bruising/bleeding

You were pissed. You just had to get punched in the face today? Today of all days?

On the day of your first date with Shoresy?

That reminded you never to go to bars in the daytime. Normally you abided by that rule, but you were nervous and you were stressed and sitting around at home by yourself was doing nothing to calm your nerves so of course you would go hang out with your friend in downtown Sudbury for a few hours.

“You don’t think we’re making a mistake going on this date, right Miig?” you asked the girl sitting in the barstool next to you.

“Y/n! Not at all. You’ve liked Shoresy for a long time and he’s liked you for the same amount, if not longer. Besides, friends that date usually stay together longer. It’s science.”

You shot her a look. “That’s science? I must’ve slept through that part of class.” Miigwan rolled her eyes and playful pushed your shoulder.

“You’re freaking out for no reason. It’s Shoresy we’re talking about. He’s definitely not hot enough to be stressing you like this. Besides, he’s just a slut. It’s not like he’s gonna be husband material anyway.”

“Oh Miig, if only I was as wise as you,” you started sarcastically, “dating a coach is so much better than a player. Tell Sanguinet to call me, maybe we can go to Wasaga Beach.”

“Fuck you y/n,” she said, both of you laughing. Once you two finished up your drinks, you were ready to go back home and get ready for your date. Miigwan really helped you calm down and you were now actually excited to see Shoresy tonight. As you reached for the door handle to leave the bar, someone grabbed your arm.

“You’re brave for showing your face around here.”

You turned around. Bad idea. Before you could say anything, a fist collided with your face and you were down. As you scrambled to get up, you felt the same person grab the front of your shirt. Getting a good look at them, you had no idea who this dude was, but you knew he was super drunk and you had to get out of there before you got hit again. You brought your knee up into his groin area and struck the bottom of your palm into his nose. Thankfully he released your shirt and, cradling your face, you ran to your car as fast as you could, jamming the key into the ignition and peeling out of the parking lot. Your apartment was only 5 minutes away and once you got inside your door, locking it as fast as humanly possible, you finally allowed yourself to feel the pain caused by the blow. You got hit on your high right cheekbone next to your eye. You were so afraid to look in the mirror because you really didn’t want to deal with a bruise right now. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for the worst. What you saw upset you greatly—you were sporting a very aggressive black eye and bruised cheek. It was a sickly purple and blue nightmare swirled around your face and you held in sob. You didn’t get into fights, that wasn’t your scene. You didn’t even know who that person was that attacked you! You were just glad Miigwan had left a minute prior and missed it because if she had gotten hit… you thought of the swift revenge that would come from Ziigwan and you shuddered. Turning your attention back to the problem at hand, you began to brainstorm how to cover the ugly, throbbing mark before your date. You tried to apply concealer but every dab on the bruise made you shed many tears. Softly crying at the events of the day, you decided you had to cancel the date.

“I’m so sorry Shoresy,” you whispered, hitting send on the text and throwing your phone down. You knew Shoresy was no stranger to fights and bad injuries, but you were nervous. Taking a step from friendship into dating territory was scary and it would be even scarier if you showed up looking like your face got hit by a bus. You wanted this day to be perfect and it was the biggest mess you had ever gotten yourself into. You put your pajamas on and grabbed an ice pack, settling in for the afternoon. When you looked at your phone again, you had 3 unread texts and 7 unanswered calls from Miigwan and 5 unread texts and 4 unanswered calls from Shoresy.

Miigwan: was that you I saw in the parking lot???

Miigwan: y/n answer me, did you stumble out the door of the bar??

Miigwan: if you’re not okay I’m coming over.

And then Shoresy:

Shoresy: totally fine y/n, we can always plan for another day :) hope you feel better soon!

(You told him you were sick)

Shoresy: okay I got a call from Miig and I’m not thinking you’re sick.

Shoresy: did you run out of the bar and then drive home??

Shoresy: y/n please answer

Shoresy: I’m coming over.

You were freaking out internally. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this. You frantically texted them back, assuring them you were okay and it was all one big misunderstanding, but it didn’t matter; the moment you hit send on your message, you heard a knock at the door.

“Y/n? It’s me. Shoresy. Your friend. Your, uh, date for tonight? Whatever, you know who it is. We’re worried about you.”

We?

“Y/n, open this door or I’ll knock it off its hinges with Shoresy’s thick head.”

Of course Miigwan’s here too.

Even though you were scared to reveal to them what really happened, you were glad your friends showed up for you. You opened the door to find Miigwan and Shoresy quietly bickering, most likely over her earlier comment about his head. When they caught sight your injury, they immediately fell silent.

“Oh my god,” exclaimed Miigwan, while Shoresy went for the more explosive “What the actual fuck happened to your face?” You almost started crying again but you were determined to stay strong. Inviting them inside, you threw yourself down on the couch, Shoresy sitting next to you and Miig in the chair across from you.

“So, after you left, Miig, I went to leave too and some dude mistook me for someone else and now here we are.”

You had never seen Shoresy so angry in his life.

“Are you fucking serious? A random dude just starting swinging on ya? What’s he look like, I’ll take him down in no time and have him crying on your doorstep and begging for forgiveness like you’re the fuckin’ Godfather. Jesus Christ.”

“No, Shoresy, it’s okay. He was hella drunk and to be honest, I’m really shaken up still so could we please drop it for now? I made it home safe and that’s all I can ask for.”

“Okay. Well, as long as you’re good, I think Shoresy is gonna stay and I’ll head back home. I’m glad you’re alright but I can’t wait to see Shore put that guy’s head on a stick. Feel better and call if you need anything.” Miig gave you a hug and left.

“I’m sorry I canceled our date. I really wanted to go, I just… didn’t want anyone to see me like this.”

Shoresy, who just brought you a fresh ice pack from the freezer, sat close to you while holding the pack to your face. You didn’t know if you were shivering from the cold or the fact that an attractive man was that close to you.

“Are you serious? You wouldn’t show a shiner like this to the world? People would be missing out on seeing a true masterpiece. This sucker’s the real deal right here. Hockey players would kill for a badge of honor like this.”

You giggled a bit.

“Oh stop, you’re flattering me.”

“No, flattering you would be telling you I’ve never seen a more beautiful person than the one sitting in front of me right now, in their pajamas, allowing me to take care of them in their time of need.”

You felt your whole face flush.

“Okay, that’s very flattering. I’m not as good with words as you are but I noticed you’re not wearing your fake tooth and you look supremely handsome without it.”

Now it was Shoresy’s turn to blush.

“You really think so? I was in such a hurry to get over here when Miig told me what happened that I forgot to put it in.”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t. You look great as is.”

“We’re just a real pair, aren’t we? Busted faces, missing teeth. We’d be that power couple to watch out for if we hit the town right now.”

You laughed.

“Yeah, right. Hey, thanks again for your concern and coming over, I really appreciate you. Also, thanks for doing this.” You gestured to the ice pack he was still holding to your face.

“Anytime, y/n. I wish I was there to protect you. I would do anything for you, as long as you’d let me.” Shoresy let his finger give the slightest touch over an uncovered part of your injured cheekbone. His lips were dangerously close to yours, and you desperately wanted to lean in.

“Anything?” you practically whispered.

He nodded his head silently.

“Then kiss me,” you said, and without hesitation, Shoresy pulled you in with a gentle but steady grip. When your lips met, you felt a jolt of energy spread through you like a firecracker. You’ve never been kissed like that before, with such passion and fervor, yet appreciated restraint, and you hoped you’d never have to find someone else to compare him to. When you two eventually pulled apart, you both had giddy smiles.

“Wow. What a way to start a first date, huh?” you asked, trying to catch your breath.

“That’s just the preview for the rest of the evening,” replied Shoresy, wearing a cheeky look, and you couldn’t wait to see what he meant by that. On the couch, as you snuggled into his side, you were beyond grateful for such a loyal and caring friend-turned-boyfriend.

BONUS:

A few days after a successful first date, you hear a few knocks at your door. Answering it, you were shocked to see Shoresy, arms folded, standing next to a man on his knees, nose cracked and bleeding freely, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Y/n, is-is it? I’m s-so extremely sorry for punching you the other day. I am a complete and total idiot. I promise to never get that drunk again and never throw punches. I’m sorry for having to sit on your doorstep like the trash I am. Please, have these flowers as a sign of my sorry.” He thrusted them toward you, trying hard to not meet your gaze. Shoresy then spoke up.

“Alright. You’re free to go. If I hear you’re making trouble again, you won’t be able to walk up these flights of stairs when I’m done with ya. Got it?”

The man whimpered and scurried away while Shoresy beamed at you.

“Told ya I’d get ‘em.”

#shoresy x reader #shoresy #letterkenny x reader #shoresy x y/n #letterkenny x y/n #shoresy one shot #letterkenny one shot

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tikosblogg · 3 months

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FREE FALL// pt 2.

Summary: Roxanne lived her life in foster care, after her parent’s lives were ripped away. Leaving her alone. She’s lost all hope, her will to live…until she meets him.

Warnings: talks of suicide. Depression, anxiety, abuse, mention of death. Please do not read if that triggers you. Smut (eventually) angst.

A/N: so sorry how short this is!! I wanted to get one more chapter out before I go M.I.A for the week! I hope you guys still enjoy! PLEASE LEAVE SOME FEEDBACK! I would love to know what you guys think! Thank you for your love and support! ❤️

I woke up, rolling over in bed staring up at my ceiling. My life still sucks absolute dick…but meeting Noah, made me feel a lot less alone. I’m actually kind of excited to see him again tonight. I’ve done pretty good steering clear of Jamie’s wrath these past few weeks. She’s been super busy. I turned my head towards the window, noticing the sun shining bright. I gasped, before jumping out of bed, making my way downstairs. I woke up late. From the looks of it, I was supposed to be up hours ago.

I forgot to set my fucking alarm clock. I stayed up late writing in my journal, I must’ve fallen asleep. I ran down the wooden stairs, busting through the kitchen door. Jamie sat there at the kitchen table, calm and quiet. Puffing on a cigarette. “Jamie I’m so sorry, my alar-.” She raised the palm of her hand to silence me, still not looking my way. “Sit.” I gulped, and hesitantly stepped forward, pulling out a chair and sitting next to her. We sat silently as she continued puffing away. “You think it’s funny to disrespect me?” I quickly shook my head. “No ma’am, I wa-“

“SHUT UP!” Her loud voice echoed off the walls of the kitchen, making me flinch. “I bring you into my home, I take care of you, feed you, give you a place to lay your head...and this is how you treat me?” I kept silent, even though I wanted to laugh in her face. Take care of me? Yeah ok. “Frankly Roxanne…I’m getting sick and tired of the blatant disrespect.” Before I could open my mouth, Jamie had a fist full of my hair, yanking it back. “Jamie please! I’m sorry!”

Jamie chuckled, standing from her seat. She moved behind my chair, keeping my hair tight in her grip. “Oh I bet you are. You know what happens when one of you stupid little girls doesn't listen to me?” I was full on sobbing at this point. She tugged my hair harder, making my head fall back until I was looking up at her upside down as screamed down at me. “ANSWER ME.”

I sobbed, and hiccuped stuttering out the answer. “W-we get p-punished.” she smiled down at me, her yellow teeth making an appearance. “That’s right.” Next thing I know, her cigarette is pressing into my cheek, right up under my left eye. I screamed, trying to jerk away but to no avail. After a few seconds, she pulled it off, throwing it into the ashtray in the middle of the table. “Go to your room. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I scrambled from the chair, booking it upstairs to my room. I ran in, slamming the door shut. I slid to the floor, letting out a few more sobs. I hate that bitch. I moved over to my bed, holding my stinging cheek. It’s definitely gonna scar. My thoughts were interrupted by my door slamming open. Jamie walked in with her thick leather belt. I backed away, until my back hit the wall. In an instant she was in front of me. I took blow after blow, on my naked legs, arms, back, and even my face.

At some point I was completely numb. I laid there still, until she decided she was done. “You are nothing Roxanne!!! Nothing!” I woke up, much later. I must've passed out. I went to sit up, instantly halting and groaning in pain. My whole body felt like it was on fire. My muscles were completely stiff and sore. With all the strength I had left, I dragged myself off the floor, limping my way to the bathroom. I sucked in a breath at my reflection. I didn’t even recognize myself.

I had welts, and bruises covering my body. My right cheek was black and blue, throbbing in pain. My left cheek is still stinging from Jamie’s cigarette. It left a perfect circle of burnt raw skin. I stripped my clothes off, stepping into the shower. I let the ice cold water fall over me, as I cried my heart out. I almost decided not to see Noah tonight. I don’t want him to see me like this, but I have to check on him. I would never forgive myself if something happened, and I wasn’t there.

I stepped out wrapping a towel around me. I quietly made my way to my room to get dressed. I decided on some sweatpants, and my black hoodie. I checked the time. 10:30pm. I have 30 minutes before I need to meet Noah. I pulled my hood up on my head, and checked for any sounds around the house. Once I deemed it safe, I grabbed my flashlight, and made my way out to the fire escape. I was a lot slower this time, but when I finally made it to the ground, I headed straight for Mercy Hospital.

20 minutes later, I finally made it. I opened the door, and limped over to the stairwell. I made it about 2 flights up, before my body finally gave out. I groaned hitting the floor. I tried to sit up on my hands and knees, but failed falling flat on my face again. “Struggling?” My body was too exhausted to react, but my heart pounded at the sudden voice, scaring the shit out of me. He crouched down beside me, as I lifted my head up. “Yeah a little bit.”

My voice sounded hoarse, and weak. “Damn Roxy, are you really that out of shape?” He chuckled, grabbing my sides, and pulling me straight up off the floor like I weighed nothing. I gasped, and fell against his chest. “Woah, you good?” I nodded, pulling away from him, turning towards the rest of the stairs. “Roxy.” I ignored his call, trying my best to keep going. “Roxy stop.” He grabbed my shoulders, turning me towards him.

He slowly pulled my hood down, his eyes widening in shock. “What the fuck happened?” I dropped my head, looking at our shoes. “Jamie.” My voice came out tired, and broken. He sighed, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. I winced as his thumb ran just under the cigarette burn. “Come on.” Noah bent down, scooping me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I grunted in pain but said nothing, just letting him carry me. There was no use in fighting it. I wouldn’t have made it up here any other way.

When we made it to the top, he closed the door behind us. He picked us a spot, and gently sat me on the ground on my ass. He sat down in front of me, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He was so close, all I could smell was him. It was strangely comforting, seeing as how I don’t even really know him. His fingers landed under my chin, lifting it up towards him. “Talk to me.” I shook my head, with a defeated sigh.

“I woke up late. Didn’t do my chores.” His eyes hardened as he scoffed, looking away. “Fucking unbelievable.” I felt the tears start back up, as sobs wracked my beaten body. He pulled into his chest, and held me while I cried. I’ve never felt so safe. I wanna stay here forever. After a few long minutes, I pulled away, wiping my tears. “Anyways, enough about me. How are you?” He shook his head with a small smile. “The same. Well, except for until I met someone.”

I felt my heart stop. I don’t know why, but the thought of Noah meeting or being with another girl made my stomach turn. Why? I’ve met this dude twice? I forced a small smile anyways. “Really? What’s her name?” Noah grinned, showing off his perfect teeth. “HIS name is Nicholas. We met at some party two weeks ago. He’s a cool dude. I actually consider him my friend.” I felt my face burn red, as my body relaxed. Damn, way to embarrass yourself.

“That’s really good Noah, I’m happy for you. What’s he like?” As he talked about his new friend, I could see a new gleam in his eyes that weren’t there the first night I met him. It made my heart warm. “We are also both really into music. He said he has two other friends that he wanted me to meet. Said we could all play some music together soon.” I tilted my head, as his smile never faltered. “You play?” His aura became much more confident instantly.

“Yeah I play guitar, but I really love writing and making music. Me and my friend Keaton used to do it together…” his eyes turned sad at the mention of his friend. My smile slowly faded. “What happened?” He stared at me for a moment, before speaking. “I suppose it is my turn to tell you my story.” I sat patiently, waiting for him to start. “So Keaton was my best friend. I didn’t have a very good childhood growing up. I quit talking to my parents years ago. He took me away from all of it.”

I nodded, and waited for him to continue, as he stared down at his lap. “He moved me in with him, and took care of me. He was like the big brother I never had. Always getting me out of trouble, the only person who truly understood me.” Noah’s eyes became glassy, and my heart broke for him. “Music is what we bonded over the most. He was so fucking talented dude.” Noah shook his head and sniffed, running his hand down his face.

“Then a year ago, he got really sick. Was in and out of the hospital, until his body just couldn’t handle it anymore.” A silent tear rolled down his cheek, as I fought hard not to wipe it away. “The night we met up here, I had just left his funeral. Found this place, and then met you.” His eyes connected back to mine, as he wore a sad smile. I flung myself forward, ignoring any pain in my body and wrapped my arms around his neck. I hugged him tight, before pulling away.

“I’m so sorry Noah.” He just nodded, keeping quiet. “So when are you going to show me your music?” I smiled, trying to lighten the mood a bit. I hated seeing him so sad. He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Um like never.”

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sabastian smut #badomensimagines #noahsebastiancult #bad omens cult #imagines #bad omens band #bad omens smut #nick folio #joakim jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo

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slytherinshalo · 12 days

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁

parts: 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈

「 𖤐 MORANA 𖤐 」

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, me and tom have grown closer, and I think I like him like, like him like him, and I might be thinking to much into it but I think he likes me too, we’ve been going on dates a lot too.

He’s even taking me with him on family trips, we’ve been all over Europe and I can say it’s been the best time of my life, i’ve never been this happy before and I don’t want it to end.

𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, he asked be to be his date to the yule ball, me and the girls are going to go dress shopping soon, I can’t wait, I wonder if he’ll like the dress I pick, will he like the dress on me, maybe I shouldn’t go all the other girls will probably look way prettier than me, maybe he’ll even ditch me for one of them.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, merlin I look horrendous in this dress I why did I buy it. Tom will definitely ditch me tonight salazar i’m so stupid for think he would actually like me. as I walk downstairs the stairs to the common room I see him talking to our friends, james then nudge Tom and he looks at me, merlin I think i’m gonna throw up.

「 𖤐 TOM 𖤐 」

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, salazar slytherin she looks so beautiful, no she looks divine in that dress, I watched as she walked down the stairs, I got up to greet her, meeting her at the end of the stairs I take her hand kissing the back of it, keeping eye contact with her while doing so. I noticed she’s wearing the bracelet I got her two days ago it looks so beautiful against her skin.

I have to do it tonight, I have to ask her to be my girlfriend, I hope she accepts, I’ve been in love with her since second year, before I even knew what was happening to her, before I saw the blue and purple bruises, before I saw the various size cuts, I only saw a girl who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

the moment the doors opened and we walked down the stairs all eyes were on us, I grabbed her hand rubbing my thumb up and down it to calm her nerves, since I know she’s not the biggest fan of large crowds.

as the night went on we danced together, to say she looked beautiful would be a understatement, the whole night I couldn’t take me eyes off of her. But she looked like something was bothering her and I couldn’t help but ask her, “little lamb what’s on that pretty mind of yours?”, she looked at me then looked way “I just-i” “take your time love” I say while moving a lose strain of hair. “I feel like you don’t like how I look in this dress, you probably want to ditch me for some other girl”

I looked at her before pulling her close, something she only lets me do. “Little lamb you look so divine in this dress, and I would never leave you for another girl, I wanted to come here with you tonight because I don’t want anyone else but you, morana” she stopped dancing and just started at me, oh merlin I think I just messed up shit.

「 𖤐 MORANA 𖤐 」

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, did he just- did he just confess that he likes me.. holy salazar slytherin he did, ok ok morana calm down keep cool just tell him how you feel back.

“I- Tom-I like you too, and I’m sorry if my overthinking ruined the night for you I didn’t mean to I swear-“ he cut me off before I could start rambling thankfully, “morana, you didn’t ruined the mood, my love you could never do that” as the night went on we danced until my feet started hurting, me and tom sat and talked until the late night and we had to go back to our common rooms.

No way he just fucking carried me to my dorm room and took off my heals, undid my hair and removed my makeup, hell he even undid my dress and ran me a bath and carried me to my bathroom. He didn’t even protest when I told him I would be fine and he didn’t need to stay in the bathroom with me. Once I was done I was getting into my bed I heard a knock on my door, going to see who it was.

「 𖤐 TOM 𖤐 」

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, I can’t believe I actually did it, bloody hell she’s-she’s my girlfriend morana gaunts is my girlfriend. After pulling myself together I went to her dorm.

“I wanted to see if I could possibly stay here with you tonight, if you’re comfortable with that”I anxiously waited for her answer. “Sure yea I’m comfortable with that”

One more part after this

#slytherin #slytherinshalo #black authors #shifting blog #shifting realities #fuck jkr #harry potter #black reader #reality shifting #slytherin boys #slytherin girls #wife of tom riddle snr #tom riddle sr #morana gaunts

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kanekoii · 11 months

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dragon sisters anon here, for every post you write with selen in it my brainrot gets bigger like her neck 💔

can i get protective hcs with selen and elira please?

p.s. i feel like dragon sisters anon is to long so i’m assigning myslef an emoji! -🍀

lyra’s notes -> welcome back to the dumpster 🍀 happy to see you back again!

pairings -> elira pendora, selen tatsuki x gn! reader

genre -> headcanons, i made a little date scenario too for each of them :3

song -> sugar rush ride - tomorrow x together

warnings -> overprotective dragon girlfriends, food mentions

ELIRA PENDORA •

someone making her jealous? hell. no. she’s very soft about it, in any case. elira is a very soft person, so she’ll just grab your hand and lead you elsewhere.

when she takes you on a date to the beach, she gets so jealous of people that get to see you that her blood is practically boiling if someone looks at you for even a little bit too long. of course, it’s not actually that serious. elira can’t help but blush a little and smirk to herself as you lay in the sand under the warm blanket of the sun. you open your eyes and look up at her, lit oh so beautifully by the warm sun. by the time the both of you left the beach, she took you to a small boba shop. there, she’d wrap her arm around your shoulder while you drink your beverage of choice and just whisper to you how much she loves you.

SELEN TATSUKI •

i’m sorry i simp so hard over this woman. y’all already know where i’m gonna go with this. oughh. she’s always going to have one of her arms around your waist and she will absolutely smirk at you if that gives you any sort of reaction. smug dragon lady go brr. her hand on your waist will occasionally squeeze the soft flesh as a way of telling everyone around that you’re HERS. if she accidentally leaves a bruise, selen is sure to kiss it better later. she didn’t mean to, she swears up and down!

she definitely meant to, but not in like a bad way. she had your consent to leave little bruises on your waist and hips just to show everyone who your girlfriend is.

as for a little date scenario, going to a carnival with her! she’ll do all the rigged games in the hot summer sun till she has a sunburn on her nose from lack of coverage, she doesn’t care as long as she wins you the large plushie you had been eyeing.

“now remind me, am i, selen tatsuki, the best girlfriend you could ever have because i won you that plushie?” she’d ask teasingly.

#i’m sorry this is so short i just got back from rehearsal and i’m exhausted #lyr.fic #nijien x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijien #elira pendora #elira pendora x you #elira pendora x reader #selen tatsuki x reader #selen tatsuki x you #selen tatsuki

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starspann · 1 year

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(long to be) close to you | 18+

trey parker x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: smut, cursing

trey accidentally says “i love you” during sex.

★☆✵☆★

“fuck— trey, right there.” she mewled in his ear, her eyes shut and mouth agape.

the constant squeaking of the old mattress bouncing under them was all that could be heard, other than trey’s slightly feminine whines and y/n’s moans.

he had her in the missionary position, as he usually did when they hooked up. the only difference was the absence of the condom he’d hurriedly pull out of his wallet, and roll over his dick while she begged him to just get over there and fuck her already.

yes it was dangerous, but to y/n, the expression he made when he entered her was worth it.

quiet curses slipped out of his lips, y/n grabbed a handful of his dirty, dyed blonde roots and tugged. trey told her he was into that sorta thing some time ago.

“m’ not gonna last.. i’m almost there.” his pace began to pick up, hips stuttering in the process.

y/n wasn’t near finishing, but she definitely didn’t mind seeing trey’s face when he came. he always looked so cute. every time he finished he’d make this face— a face that y/n could never, ever get enough of.

his blue eyes would shut tightly, he’d bite his lip and groan, usually spilling out a “fuck” or, “shit.”

y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him farther into her.

she cupped his face in her hands, forcing his eyes to stay on hers.

“trey, cum inside me.” y/n panted between words, “please. i need you.”

she knew how to push him over the edge. how to make him finish just like that.

this wasn’t the safest option, no, but she was on the pill, and that was enough for trey to spill inside of her anyway.

“holy shit. oh fuck.” his brows furrowed and his mouth fell open, hands desperately gripping y/n’s hips, sure to leave bruises that would last a couple days.

she planted a few kisses on his neck, only adding to the fire quickly pooling in his lower abdomen.

color bloomed across his cheeks, euphoria washed over trey and he couldn’t control himself.

“i love you.” the words came out in a lewd groan. his eyes stayed closed, slowly thrusting into the girl a few more times before coming to a stop.

he huffed, resting his head on her naked chest, as he always did.. waiting for her to pet his head and praise him, tell him how good he felt. y/n didn’t move this time.

this time, she just stared at the ceiling, processing what the blonde just said to her. watching the ceiling fan spin, she whispered,

“trey?”

“what?”

maybe six or seven seconds passed, he then realized what he had said.

his head whipped up, eyes wide “i-i’m sorry.”

usually at this point, trey would’ve pulled out of her already. he would’ve grabbed a damp towel and helped her clean up. either that or he’d be eating her out, a bit upset that he couldn’t get her to finish with him. maybe not this time, though, he did cum inside her after all.

however he was still inside. just staring. the awkward moment accompanied by an extremely uncomfortable silence.

“i didn’t mean to say that.”

“trey— pull out before you say anything else to me.” she sighed.

“fuck, right sorry.” trey slipped out and hastily pulled his boxers up, making an awkward exit to the bathroom.

y/n sat up on the bed, a sudden wave of embarrassment hitting her like a truck. something made her feel sick, but she couldn’t pin point what it was exactly.

maybe it was trey saying i love you, maybe it was him trying to apologize with his dick still inside her, or maybe it’s the fact that y/n might love him back.

whatever it was, she shook the the thought out of her head and swept through the pile of random clothes on the floor, searching for her panties and shirt.

fuck, trey has to clean this room.

luckily the first article of clothing she grabbed happened to actually be her underwear.

white, lacy panties she threw on knowing she’d end up at trey’s later into the night. lacy shit always got him going. he had explained to her why, too.. but she didn’t care right now. she was looking for a shirt to cover herself.

the search for the shirt she arrived in had failed. a random band tee that belonged to trey and was too big for her would suffice.

randomly choosing a shirt from the floor, she turned it around, the faded lynyrd skynrd logo staring back at her.

it’ll do.

she slipped it on and laid against the headboard.

an awful lot of time had passed and trey was still in the bathroom. for he had been staring in the mirror, regretting and cringing at his choice of words for the past few minutes.

the hand towel once wet with warm water had already turned cold by the time he got back to y/n.

“sorry i took long.” he reached out for her thighs, slowly parting them. he does this all the time but he was nervous. why was he nervous?

y/n quietly hissed at the touch of cold, wet cloth. that and the fact that she was still a bit sensitive.

“shit, sorry.”

“stop apologizing.”

he continued but more cautiously, gently wiping their mixed juices away with the rag.

“i shouldn’t have said that.”

“yeah.” y/n agreed quietly with a small nod, “do you?”

“do i what?”

she picked up her panties and slid her legs through the material, “do you love me?”

trey paused and thought for a moment.

"i don’t know. i can’t.” he balled up the towel and threw it to the side.

y/n wanted to scoff. “you can’t?”

“you know i can’t, y/n.” he looked at her as if she knew exactly what he meant. she didn’t.

he sighed, feeling that the answer was obvious, “matt?”

y/n groaned, “trey, are you serious?”

“jesus, what?”

“you just came inside me. you really wanna talk about matt right now?”

“well we can’t pretend that we haven’t been fucking behind his back, can we?”

y/n didn’t answer.

“right.”

“behind his back..” she repeated him like an echo.

“it’s not like it’s cheating.” she rolled her eyes, annoyed that she needs to keep repeating that sentence to him, “we’re not dating, trey. i don’t understand the point you’re trying to make.”

“okay, but he likes you. like, a lot.”

“well he’s never said anything to me about that.”

“we need to talk about it. it just sucks, is all.”

“how does it suck?”

“it sucks when i hear him ramble about you.”

she quirked her head.

“do you know how it feels to sit next to your best friend, and here him go on and on about some chick that you’re actually screwing?”

“some chick.” y/n pointed out, a little offended.

“so why’d you say it then?” she questioned. “i love you.” she lowered her voice, mocking his.

“i don’t knowww.” his words muffled as he buried his face into a pillow, avoiding the conversation. “heat of the moment? i was balls deep in your pussy, don’t ask me difficult questions..”

the truth was that trey really didn’t know if he loved y/n or not. he knows he loves being with her, spending time with her. he knows that he cares deeply for her. he also knows that his best friend has the biggest crush known to man kind on her.

so what was he to do?

“you said you wanted to talk about, let’s fucking talk about it.” y/n’s frustration began to show.

“jus’ forget it. forget matt. dunno why your talking about him.”

her eyes widened, “you’re the one that brought him up!”

he sat up right, “okay, yeah i did. i just feel bad. y’know?” he crossed his arms and stared at the pale bed sheets.

now trey sat beside her, shirtless. he looked stupid in nothing but his boxers but she liked that. she liked him.

she thought about matt for a minute. then about trey.. then about matt again. then, she spoke,

“i like you trey. i really do.”

“i like you too.” he looked at her again and spoke confidently, but y/n didn’t really believe him anymore. “so.. do you wanna tell him?”

“i don’t know.”

they sat in silence for a while.

“did you finish?”

“no.”

“do you want me to..” he hooked his finger on the band of her panties and played with the lace, slightly pulling them down, waiting for an answer.

she shrugged, “okay.”

and with that, trey positioned himself between y/n’s thighs, not caring that he had came inside her just a few minutes ago.

#trey parker x reader #matt stone x reader #trey parker x female reader #matt stone x female reader #baseketball #baseketball x reader

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Robin hasn’t come to see you, she didn’t apologize and she didn’t say goodbye either, not in person and not on the phone. It broke your heart a little, despite what happened, you still consider her your best friend even if you aren’t hers anymore.

okay fuck you then robin 🤨 nance is my girl now 🫶

A smile appears on your face as Eddie starts playing the next song, he winks at you as he mouths ‘for you, baby.’

uhuhu we get songs now?? i love being a rockstars gf

“I’m Drew,” he says as he holds his hand out for you.

oh hell no drew i can see he's the one who's gonna catch my hands

He licks his lips, chuckling, “you’re kind of a bitch, you know that right?”

you're kind of asking for a whooping bro 🤨

He leans closer to you and puts the half empty bottle on the table before he places his cold hand on your thigh.

HELL NO WHAT IS THIS BITCH DOING

This guy is shorter than Drew but he definitely packs more muscles than him and Steve.

not him and his little pitbull 😭

The bartender looks at you in confusion as you walk towards him, “you got a gun?” you ask.

DAMN OKAY THATS VERY JAMES BOND OF HER

The older man nods, turning to look at Drew, he glares at him, “get your ass up, we’re leaving.”

yes you better be creep 💅

“You need to see a doctor,” you mumble, you avoid looking into his eyes as you cup his cheeks, eying the wounds, “you might have a concussion.”

this man has experienced so many ass whooping idk how he doesn't have concussions all the time

But god, Steve wants you so bad.

well what can i say... we're just irresistible like that 😌

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn't the first time someone called me that,” you say as you briefly look into his eyes.

OOOOOOOOO TELL HIM GIRL!!

“I don’t think you ever loved me, Steve. You are just scared of ending up alone. You always knew that it wouldn’t work out with any of your girls and you knew how much I loved you, you knew you would never be alone with me there,” you say, trying to blink the tears away.

oof the call out 🤭

“I-I was scared to end up like him… my father. I didn’t want to hurt you the way he hurt my mom, he constantly cheats on her, I didn’t want to do the same to you when we’d start dating. I-I thought that if I did all of this now, then I wouldn’t feel the urge to be with anyone else later on. But, I didn’t realize that I was already hurting you.”

bro.... that's even worse steve 😭😭

Tears fall from his eyes, his eyes show nothing but sadness and heartbreak but he nods in understanding and he gives you a sad smile, “I get it,” he whispers, “I’m sorry for everything.”

i mean... karma? 😳

“I don’t forgive you.”

OH SHIT SHE IS RUTHLESS HAHA

“I… I don’t love you anymore, Steve.”

SHE JUST KEEPS GOING BRO

He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment as he closes his eyes.

oh how bad he fumbled huh 🤭

Everybody leaves him.

now he can feel like y/n 😙

“Shit baby…. you wanna make me a real daddy huh?”

eeeeeEEXUCE ME 😳😳😳

“We could make things work, you know?” he whispers.

SORRY?????

ANDY... what is going on in that gorgeous mind of yours huh? 🤭 CANT WAIT FOR MORE I AM ADDICTED

I'M DYING OVER THE "not him and his little pitbull" I FUCKING CANT LMFAOO

And omg ikr? He always ends up in the worst fights but walks away with just scratches and bruises 😭

R finally stood up for herself and told him off 😌

He definitely lost a goooood thing here

And hhehehe Eddie for sure wants to be a daddy 😏 & the last line might not be what you think........

I'm so happy you like it so much 🥺❤️

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3

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perfectlysunny02 · 2 years

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Chapter Three

Somehow the one bruise had spread into multiple bruises up and down her spine, and the only thing Steve seemed to be able to do was stare in horror.

“Hey Stevie you guys ready? Her appointment is in an hour. Oh my god. What the fuck happened?”

Steve didn’t have the energy to chastise him, his mind only able to focus on his daughter’s back and the way she was leaning into him heavily.

“D-Darling,” Steve cleared his throat, trying to sound calm as to not alarm his daughter. “Darling, does your back hurt?”

Evianna shook her head before slightly reaching for Eddie.

“Up Dad?” Eddie winced as he gently picked her up, worried he would hurt her.

“Stevie-“ Eddie began, Steve cutting him off as he stood up.

“No. Eddie just don’t. Not here. Not in front of our girl.” Steve felt like her bedroom walls were closing in on him and he had to leave. He couldn’t be her parent if he felt this panicked. He just needed a moment. “Here’s the shirt she wanted to wear, I just-I need a moment. I’ll be downstairs.”

Steve was unsure how he got downstairs, his lungs seeming to burn. There was no denying it now. There was definitely something wrong with their girl, and Steve didn’t know how to cope as his mind went to worst case scenarios. Whatever this was it wasn’t good. His girl was exhausted, and there was no way her back didn’t hurt with the amount of bruises she had.

Oh god, it felt like he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t…

“Stevie.” Eddie saying his name finally cut through the ringing of his ears. “Steve, baby, you gotta breathe.”

“Eddie?” He muttered. “W-where’s-“

“Evi is watching cartoons, okay, she’s okay. I’m worried about you right now. You need to breathe.”

“Her back has to hurt, it has too. They’re gonna think we abused her, they’re gonna take our daughter away.”

“No Stevie,” Eddie said. “They won’t. It’ll be okay, take a deep breath.”

Steve dragged in a breath and his lungs could’ve cried with relief.

“That’s it baby,” Eddie rubbed his back. “That’s it baby, you’re okay. She’s okay. We’re okay. Everyone’s okay.”

Steve nodded, trying to convince himself of Eddie’s words.

“You good? Yeah? Come on. Her appointments soon.”

An hour later, and Steve was back in the same place of panic he was this morning, barely able to hear the doctor of the ringing in his ears, his hold tightening on his sleeping daughter.

“Oncologist?” He was barely aware of Eddie asking incredulously. “But that’s like…”

“Cancer,” Steve whispered, before slightly raising his voice. “It’s like cancer Eddie.”

“No,” Eddie said, and for the first time all day, Steve could hear the panic waver in his voice. “Are you saying our daughter has cancer?”

The doctor, Steve had already forgotten her name to be honest, sighed sympathetically.

“Yes. I’m sorry that must be hard to hear, but I’m saying Evianna’s white blood cells are extremely high, the bruises are a big indicator, and you’ve said so yourself, she’s exhausted. I’m sorry Mr. and Mr. Munson-Harrington, your daughter has Leukemia.”

And with that one simple word, Leukima, Steve’s entire world shattered.

#stranger things #steddie has a child #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson #steddie has a sick child #modern au #stranger things fanfiction

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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The Hunt...

[Shortly afterwards...]

*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*

Who is...?

!!!???

Kyoko!? What’s...Oh...

OH GOD!

...!

...

*Kyoko opens the door and staggers backwards in horror as she sees Maya and Mii-Yu, holding tightly onto the wounded Kaede and Shuichi.

Please...where’s Four...!?

[A short while later...]

...

How are they?

The boy is fine. He just has some light bruises and a damaged nerve in his neck, but...that should heal.

The girl is in a much worse state, but...her condition has stabilized. Luckily, I’ve got just the thing for her.

*Four pulls a bottle of liquid out from her bag and places it down on the table next to the bed where Kaede lies.

Believe it or not, rub this one her arm, and it’ll heal in no time. It won’t even leave any scars.

Just...put a cast on it while it’s healing.

Thank you Four.

*Kyoko leaves the injured to Four and goes back over to the others, who surround Maya, trying to comfort her.

Are you alright?

Not really...

What happened? How...did this happen?

I think it’s quite obvious who’s responsible for this.

*Byakuya stands up and looks over at the injured agents.

Akamatsu is covered in gashes and cuts that seem to have been made from a blade...

You think Kuripa did this?

That is correct.

*Mii-Yu steps forward.

Shuichi, Kaede and I encountered, Kuripa, Maya and Agent 404 in a factory. They were trying to download some information for their plan to assassinate Zen Katagiri. As soon as Kaede heard that, she snatched the hard drive that they were downloading the information into. This led to an altercation, and...then this.

Kuripa chose to not hold back

...

Well...That settles it...

*Komaru stands up.

Kuripa Kurafto is a MONSTER, and we are all in grave danger.

Komaru...!

SHH!

...!?

Well, what the hell do we do?

*She turns to Hina.

I’ll tell you what we do.

We hunt the beast down and make him PAY for what he’s done. He can’t get away with this!

I agree...But did you not hear what I said before?

About Kuripa being stronger than he appears? Thanks for the warning, but I think we should take our chances.

Hold on, we can’t just FIGHT Kuripa! Even if he went off on his own path, he was still one of us.

Are you really gonna turn on him like that!?

“Turn on him!?” Makoto HE betrayed US!

...!

*Four suddenly starts packing stuff away into a suitcase, leaving the integral medicine and concoctions behind. She then approaches the group, and holds a hand out to Maya.

Come on Maya. Let’s go.

...

*Maya takes her hand, and the two suddenly start to head for the door.

Wait, wait, where the hell are you going?

...I’m sorry. We can’t help you guys any more...I think Maya’s seen enough, don’t you.

You’re running away in fear? Four, we could use your help to combat Kuripa!

Believe me...I have two reasons for this, and neither of them are fear.

I love Maya more than I could ever fear anyone in the world. We need to remove ourselves from this situation before she becomes even more mentally damaged.

*Four squeezes Maya’s hand.

And the other reason?

Because Kuripa is RIGHT...

!!??

At least...I still believe he is. Even after all of this, and even if Kuripa is a dangerous man, Katagiri is definitely WORSE.

So that’s it? You’re just gonna follow HIM?

Did you not hear what I just said!? I...ugh...

*Still holding Maya’s hand, Four steps forward.

...I love the people who are close to me, and I thank you Future Foundation guys every chance I get for making the world we live in a better place.

But Kuripa is straight shooting for Katagiri, and if you get in his way, you may inadvertently cause the AI apocalypse!

...

I have my beliefs...But I refuse to fight you to defend them. You’re my friends, now and always.

But we can’t stay here.

*Four heads out the door. Before she and Maya can leave everyone’s sight, Maya turns back one more time to the others.

One more thing...

*She picks up her electromagnetic spear and hands it to the nearest person, in this case, Toko.

The girl’s name is...Kaede, right? When she wakes up, give this to her. Tell her she can keep it.

Are you sure?

It never really belonged to me, I stole it.

But...she handles that spear far better than I ever could. She can twist the staff, press the buttons in time...She’s amazing!

It’s better in her hands.

And...guys? I just wanna say thanks...For everything you’ve done for us. It’s been...a great honor, to fight alongside people as strong as you.

You ever feel like you need a coffee fix or a long conversation? Stop by Freedom Café, whenever you want.

*With those last words, Four and Maya remove themselves from sight.

Right...let’s start making preparations.

Wait, hold on, who made you the boss?

No one. But judging from everyone’s faces here, I seem to be the only one who’s willing to take action.

Even you Chairwoman. Your protégé and his friend have been brutally injured by Kuripa! You can’t just let that slide!

...No, you’re right. But what would we do?

We hunt him down like the dog he is. That’s what we do.

Komaru, are you even hearing yourself!?

Shut up Makoto. This doesn’t concern you.

I’m feeling PRETTY CONCERNED! Why are you trying to shut me out!?

Because you clearly have no intention in helping us against Kuripa, and you might end up getting in our way!

What she said.

You can’t be serious!

I mean...a manhunt? We’re not savages Komaru, and the last time we tried a manhunt on Kuripa, it was incredibly unsuccessful.

In no small part to you helping them Hina.

A...hehehe...I was mainly doing it for Makoto...

But she is right. How would we even FIND Kuripa? We don’t know where ERR0RM3SS4GE’s hidden base is.

We don’t need to HUNT Kuripa...We just need to wait for HIM to come to US.

I beg your pardon?

I see...If Kuripa and Rantaro have the data they need now, realistically, their next location would be Central Park.If we want to find Kuripa, all we have to do is wait for him there.

But...Uncle Koto has a point...Isn’t a manhunt kind of playing into our enemies hands?

If we hunt Kuripa down, we’re doing basically the same thing he is. That doesn’t make us better people.

I...

Akeru’s right. Komaru, we’ve got to think of something more concrete than just a manhunt.

I’m sorry, I just...Look...

I’ve put up with Kuripa Kurafto’s bullshit long enough. After he attacked Kyoko and left, it took every ounce of restraint to hold me back from going out and ripping him a new one! You KNOW this!

But now he’s attacking our allies for the sake of his personal warped sense of justice. We can’t let him get away with that!

I agree with Naegi-chan. Although such a violent course of action does not befit the Future Foundation, I believe it is ultimately necessary, and our single course of action.

No. It’s not.

*Makoto steps forward.

What? You’ve got some kind of plan?

I do.

You wanna stake out Central Park? Not a bad idea. But if we do that...

When he eventually shows up I...I want you to let me talk to him.

...Talk? That’s it? You just wanna talk to him?

I have to. I’m the only one who can.

That seems illogical.

And what would you say to him?

Anything! Anything that can stop him on this rampage! I’ve done it before, I can do it again.

I’ll try and convince Kuripa one last time that there are BETTER courses of action.

Right...and what if the reverse happens?

Huh?

The reverse? What do you mean?

What if Kuripa convinces MAKOTO to help him murder Katagiri?

D-Don’t be stupid! I’ve never killed anyone before!

You admitted before that you ordered Kuripa to kill Emilia Feng! That makes YOU RESPONSIBLE!

Kgh...!

Komaru, that was...

DON’T make excuses for him Kyoko!

You know, ever since we reunited in Tamashiro’s mansion, I sensed something was off about you. You just let Kuripa torture the man right in front of us; you told me to “let him have his fun”

And Kuripa? He’s more violent and unruly than ever before...You know what I think?

I think he’s influencing you. HE’S the reason you’re acting like this.

I’m not “acting” like anything Komaru! And even if I was, it wouldn’t be Kuripa’s fault! Do you REALLY think he’s brainwashing me?

He’s screwed up in the head. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been manipulating you ever since you met.

*Makoto looms forward.

Say that again...! I dare you...

See!? He’s making threats! My brother doesn’t make threats like that! He’s CORRUPTED you!

Ok Komaru, you’ve made your point, but “corrupted” is a strong word.

It doesn’t matter what she thinks. At the end of the day, I’m not seeking anyone’s approval.

I AM going to talk to Kuripa, and I AM going to convince him to stray off this path.

All I’m asking...is for you guys to TRUST me...

...

...I’m gonna...take a step outside.

*Everyone quietly watches as Makoto starts to head out.

...

*ZZZZRRKKCCHHKK!!*

BAAGH-!?

*THUD!*

...

!!!??

*Everyone watches, flabbergasted, as Komaru suddenly snatches Toko’s taser, and shocks Makoto into unconsciousness!

I’m sorry Makoto...I just can’t...!

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goldfizzle · 2 years

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ugh i’m so fucking fed up i have exams approaching and i’m being held to extremely high standards for said exams bc i used to be rly clever but now i’m just regular clever and i try to complain to my friend abt how i’m never gonna meet the school’s expectations of me and she’s like “oh boohoo you’re predicted really high grades that must be awful 🙄😒” and i try to explain to her that i’m not predicted rly high grades i’m expected to get rly high grades (which i won’t) and i’m not upset about the grades i’m getting i’m upset about how i’m never gonna live up to expectations and even though i’m getting fairly good grades i’m still gonna feel like a disappointment and she gets mad (jokingly mad but still) at me for being upset and it’s honestly just making me feel worse abt it but idk how to tell her that i’m getting panic attacks over being a disappointment and literally all i want is for her to say “oh yeah that’s a bummer” or something like that just so i don’t feel like an arsehole for being upset abt this

#sorry for the rant i’m in a shitty mood #also she keeps on saying how our other friend could beat me in a fight #and i know it’s not a big deal #but as a trans guy i’m insecure abt appearing weak or whatever #cuz i want to be as butch and macho as possible #but i can’t tell her that bc i’m not out to her yet #is that toxic masculinity?#i mean i have no issue w other men not acting traditionally masculine #but i just want to be like a mans man #and also i did muay thai for a good for years #and i don’t wanna be annoying abt it but i know how to punch #whereas this friend who can supposedly beat me in a fight has zero experience w that kind of thing #she punched me in the arm the other day #i can’t remember why #but she was all like oh i’m so sorry that’s definitely gonna leave a bruise!#and then it didn’t #literally less than an hour later my arm felt fine #and again i rly don’t wanna be an annoying gym bro typa guy #but idk it just feels rly invalidating and like they’re making fun of me #but not in a fun banter way #in a malicious judgmental way #idk bro i’m fuckin miserable #am i being an annoying prick?#genuine question someone pls tell me

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aizawaskittenwhore · 4 years

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𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

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≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

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kiyosamu · 3 years

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remember.

----♡----

pairing: rintaro suna x female reader.

genre: yandere, dark, light romance. // one shot, 4k words.

synopsis: abusive relationships can seem impossible to leave. when you open up to a classmate, your life takes a dramatic turn in the best and worst ways imaginable.

content warnings: assault, domestic abuse (not from suna), descriptions of violence, yandere themes.

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“hey, kid.” suna’s voice caught your attention as you passed by him in the university corridor. he was quiet, only speaking loud enough for you to hear right as you were walking by.

“hey, rintaro.” you stopped for a moment, refusing to look up at the tall man towering over you.

“i haven’t seen you in a while. everything okay?” he leaned against the wall and clutched a textbook to his chest. “you haven’t even been to class. kinda been missing my project partner.”

“you got my work though, right?” you asked him, partially covering your face with your hair. “i emailed it to you.”

“i did.”

“okay… good.” you cleared your throat, awkwardly shuffling and offering a suspiciously sudden goodbye.

“hey, wait-" suna grabbed your wrist to keep you from leaving. the small amount of pressure more than enough on your deep bruise to make you wince.

suna noticed your pained expression and immediately let go, stepping back.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you. i just wanted to ask you if-“

“it’s okay!” you interrupted, knowing you’d already spoken to him for too long. you needed to get out of there before anyone noticed. “you didn’t hurt me. sorry, i have to go. bye!”

your behaviour was erratic. your speech was rushed; forced and strained with every word as you tried your best to appear normal.

unfortunately it was much harder to pretend everything was okay than you’d originally thought it’d be.

you quickly turned and headed down the hallway to drop off the assignments to your other professor. the last one you’d have to see for the day before heading home. you were almost there. so close you might not even run into him.

you’d hoped, anyway.

----♡----

after seeing your professor, you walked out into the fresh evening air. the cold stinging your cheeks and the wind pushing your hair out of your face.

your cheeks burned from the freezing air, but it was your black eye was that hurt the most.

“i’m sorry, i just lost my temper.” his words echoed in your head, “you shouldn’t have pissed me off.”

you nodded, essentially agreeing with him. it’s true, if he didn’t get mad, he wouldn’t have hit you. and why was he mad? because of something you did. so really, it was your own fault.

you were the one apologizing to him that night. doing anything you could to make it up to him. all of this with a deep purple bruise forming on your face.

when he finally left your dorm and went back to his, you were mentally exhausted. you fell asleep and woke up right before your second class of the day.

he had started forcing you to miss classes, to do everything at home and only go in to submit your work. this was for two reasons.

the first, you could spend more time with him due to your schedules. if yours was freed then you’d have more time together.

the second was to stop you from talking to other men. completely.

...and then he found out suna was your lab partner.

“i don’t want you working with him.”

“i have to. the professor is the one who chooses.”

“then work from home and submit the stuff online. that guy is a manipulator. he’s dangerous and will take advantage of you. i just know it.”

you’d never gotten that type of vibe from suna, but you obeyed your boyfriend because you didn’t want to know what would happen if you didn’t.

secretly, though, you missed class. you missed working with him. laughing, getting to know each other. he’d become a good friend over the past year and since you had the same majors, you two shared quite a few classes.

he was calm. funny and quiet, but definitely not timid. his energy made him come off tough, but not scary. if anything, he made you feel… safe.

just for those few hours you had together.

and whenever class would end, you found yourself missing that feeling.

----♡----

“i have to go to class tomorrow.” you said, refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend who’d invited himself over to your dorm.

just like he does every. single. night.

“why? you gonna go talk to that suna guy?” he approached you, giving you a terrifying smile that you know wasn’t coming from a place of happiness.

“yuji… please.” your words were barely a whisper when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat. “my professor told me i need to start going. my grades are falling behind.”

his fingers tapped rhythmically against your skin. dancing skillfully as he toyed with the idea of choking you. you held your breath, expecting the worst.

“you should try harder.” he growled, digging his fingertips into your neck and you clenched your eyes closed. “get your grades back up so you don’t have to spend any more time with that guy.”

“okay, okay!” you grabbed onto his wrist and his eyes widened. “i will! i’ll get my grades up so i don’t need to see him anymore.”

“good girl.” he smiled, the evil expression he’d previously worn had melted away into a false image of a kind man. “always listening so well for me.”

yuji leaned in and kissed you. you kissed back, barely, but just enough for him to be satisfied and leave you alone.

“time for me to go.” he sighed as he heard the dorm advisor do a final walk through to knock on the doors and let the students know it was time for guests to leave.

“see you tomorrow?” he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“sure…” you whispered. you trembled under his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to leave your sight.

“good. it’s a date.” he said happily and gave you another kiss, practically skipping down the hallway back to his own room.

you shut and locked your door, desperately wishing that was the last time you’d ever have to see him.

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“well, well, well.” suna cooed as you took your seat next to him. “as i live and breathe, i never thought i’d see the day. you finally made it to class.”

you nodded and pulled out your books.

“had to. my grades are slipping.” you sighed, looking around at the science classroom. “what are we doing today?”

“lab day.” suna said as he nudged an instruction sheet towards you. “should we put on our coats and get to it?”

“okay...”

you started to have an internal panic attack. your wrists were as bruised as the black eye you were hiding behind your hair.

suna stepped away to get your lab coats.

this would all be visible, and you didn’t want suna (or anyone) to see any of it.

you nervously approached your professor and she looked up at you with a disinterested stare.

“ma’am, i need to be excused from class today.”

“absolutely not.” she scoffed, “unless you want to fail my class, which i know you can’t afford to do, you’ll stay and do your lab.”

you opened your mouth to reply but she kept speaking.

“go put up your hair, roll up your sleeves and get your lab coat on. you should be thankful you have such a competent partner.” she crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair, “actually, i think the two of you should spend some time together. he’s my top student and you definitely need some tutoring.”

“i don’t think that’s necessary-“

“mr. suna, come up here please.”

suna walked up with a confused look, unsure as to why he was being brought in to the conversation.

“something i can help with?” he asked.

“yes,” the professor smiled, “i’d like the two of you to do tutoring sessions a minimum of twice a week, an hour each time. could you do that?”

“oh, sure. i don’t mind.” he smiled, “was that all? we should get to our assignment.”

you felt backed in to a wall. of course you were okay with this, you enjoyed spending time with suna.

unfortunately, you were terrified of the repercussions.

even worse, there was nothing you could do about it.

when you got back to your table, you put your hair up and silently thought of a plan. keep your head down, don’t make eye contact. maybe he wouldn’t notice.

you rolled up your sleeves and put on your white coat. it was barely long enough to hit your wrists, but did a decent job of hiding the bruises.

the first half of the lab went well. suna explained things in a way that made it easy to comprehend and you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

until you completely forgot.

you began to pour the green liquid into the tube. suna was writing his lab report when he looked up and noticed your mistake.

“oh, hey,” he stood up, putting his hand over yours to tilt the container back up. “you need to pour it slower, like this.”

when it started to pour just as he’d wanted, he let go and you found yourself missing the brief comfort of his touch.

“good job! you did it.” suna smiled and you looked up at him with an excited expression. finally. finally you were getting something right.

when the two of you made eye contact, his smile immediately dropped into a look of concern.

“what happened to your eye?”

“oh,” you stepped back, covering it with your hand. “i fell.”

suna carefully held onto your wrist and you winced in pain. his intentions were to move your hand away from your eye, but he took immediate notice of your reaction and pushed your sleeve down.

the bruises in the shape of fingerprints stained your skin a deep purple.

“what about here?” he stepped closer. you tried to read his expression but he looked completely emotionless.

“from the same fall, i’m just clumsy.”

“and your neck?”

suna pushed back your lab coat to see the same fingerprint bruises scattered around your neck.

you were suddenly thankful you’d chosen the table in the far back end of the classroom. nobody was ever watching.

“yeah.” you said, practically a whisper. “i’m just really clumsy.”

suna leaned down and looked into your eyes.

“why don’t i believe you?”

“five more minutes!” the professor called, interrupting your intense conversation and the two of you snapped back into action.

you finished your lab report and quickly packed up your stuff before rushing out the classroom door.

suna followed closely behind.

“it’s your boyfriend, isn’t it?”

you stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to look at him. suna’s expression was no longer emotionless. he was angry.

“okay,” you sighed, grabbing his wrist to pull him to a secluded space outside. the two of you sat down under a large tree, away from everyone else.

“yuji gets upset with me and… hurts me… sometimes.” you choked out. “i haven’t told anyone because i’m scared of what he’ll do to me. i haven’t left him because i’m scared of him. i’m stuck.”

you hadn’t said these words out loud to anyone, ever, and the way they were flowing so freely had you crying before you were even aware of it.

“please don’t tell anyo-“

“i’ll take care of it.”

you looked up at him. suna looked completely calm, his voice smooth and gaze held on you.

“what do you mean?”

suna stood up and ran his hands through his hair.

“i mean i’ll take care of it.” he smiled, “see you tomorrow afternoon for tutoring?”

“wait, suna-“

“later!” he gave you a passive wave before walking back towards the university building.

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that evening you waited for yuji to come by your dorm, but he never did.

you waited for him to call you, but he didn’t.

you worried about what suna had meant. maybe he was going to talk to him, maybe even threaten him. you’d hoped he wouldn’t do that, but you really didn’t know what he was capable of.

surely the rumours about him couldn’t be true. an honour's chemistry major being involved in a more sinister, underground group that nobody even knew if it was real or made up?

he was too nice. there was no way.

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after class you headed back to your dorm to get ready for your evening. suna had asked you to meet him under the same tree from the day before. around 7pm.

you debated on calling yuji, but ultimately decided against it. maybe he’d come to his senses. maybe he was remorseful, and just wanted to move on. to leave you alone and pretend your relationship never happened.

that was what you wished for the most.

----♡----

you stepped out into the cold evening air. the wind blowing softly and brushing the hair out of your face.

you clutched your books to your chest and took a short cut through the back fields separating the dorms from the main university campus.

you checked your phone, you were early. suna would be there in about 15 minutes.

you reached down to grab your phone when it was immediately snatched from your hands.

“you did this, didn’t you?” a familiar voice snapped at you. you glanced up to see yuji, sporting a similar black eye and a bandaged cut on his cheek.

“i- no, of course not!”

he rolled his eyes at your reply, clearly not willing to listen to a word you were saying. yuji grabbed your wrists, forcing you to drop your books and pushed you against the back wall of the university.

“you did. tell me right now. everything you said. who you said it to. and why.” the look in his eyes was horrifying. scarier than any other look he’s given you before.

this made it seem like his previous bouts of anger were nothing but minor inconveniences.

“i didn’t-“

yuji pulled back, immediately hitting your chin with a hard punch that knocked your head back into the concrete wall.

“try again.”

your vision was hazy. mind blurring memories together and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence.

you felt a warm, wet sensation cascading down the back of your neck and were immediately soothed by the feeling. the warmth was comfortable, even though you didn’t know what it was from.

yuji’s hand wrapped around your throat and he pressed his forehead to yours. his fingers dug roughly into your windpipe, causing you to choke out the remaining air in your lungs. you felt yourself get sleepy, closing your eyes and letting darkness overtake you as your body went limp.

----♡----

“hey, wake up.”

snapping fingers in your face had you looking around curiously. you couldn’t focus on your surroundings. it was unclear who was with you, unclear what was happening around you, and unclear why you were there.

the sounds of multiple men. grunting, panting. speaking quietly between deep breaths and harsh exertion.

what were they doing?

“hey.” the fingers snapped in front of your face again.

“what…” was all you could manage to say. your body felt heavy. weak. you were just so tired. all you wanted to do was fall asleep. you submitted to the exhaustion, closing your eyes again.

“don’t go to sleep.” a soothing voice lifted the back of your neck, pressing something soft against your head. “stay awake and listen to me.”

“ya like beatin’ up girls, huh?”

whack

“wanna put a girl half your size in the hospital, for what? to feel like more of a man?”

whack

“a real man would never hit a woman.”

whack

“a real man would beat the shit out of losers who do hit women, right ‘tsum?”

“right. maybe we’ll even put him in the hospital.”

whack

“oh, he’s gonna be there once we’re done.”

you finally recognized the last voice. it was suna.

he spoke again, his voice raspy and dark but still audible from where you were.

“i hope to fucking god you didn’t hurt her so badly that she’s knocked out…” suna trailed off and let out a small chuckle. “because there’s nothing i want more than for her to hear you cry like a little bitch when this blade goes right…”

the sound of yuji’s sudden scream was immediately muffled by what you were sure was the hand of the other man.

“…through you.”

your eyes widened and you were starting to understand what was happening.

all you could feel around you was danger.

you started to hyperventilate. panic was taking over.

“focus on me. come on, we need to get out of here.”

“who…” your head started to hurt now. badly.

“my name is osamu.” he bent down and cradled you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest and picking you up bridal style. “hold on to me if you can.”

“i’m scared…” you whispered.

“i know.” he murmured, carrying you away from the scene and back through the field. “i’ll keep you safe. we need to go to the hospital.”

“what about…”

“the only thing you need to worry about is stayin’ awake right now, okay? it’ll all be okay.” osamu’s voice was soothing. his body was warm and his strong arms supported your body in a way that made you never want to leave his hold.

you gave him a weak nod. even if you wanted to get away, you couldn’t. so you decided to trust in this man and hope for the best.

----♡----

“hey, sweetheart.” the calm voice of a nurse slowly woke you up. “you’re finally awake.”

“where…” you choked out, your throat was dry and you could barely make out where you were. it was all so… confusing.

“you’re in the hospital.” she said as she stood on her tiptoes to change the fluids on your iv pole. “you were assaulted. your injuries aren’t good but you’ll make a full recovery.”

the nurse leaned back down and held onto your hand. “you have a real knight in shining armour, you know. your boyfriend hasn’t left your side since you were admitted. he’s going to be so happy when he finds out you woke up.”

boyfriend?

your heart started to race at the thought of yuji coming in. you looked around, preparing for the worst when you heard footsteps enter the room.

“hey, sleepyhead.”

“speak of the devil.” the nurse smiled, giving your hand a squeeze. “i’ll let you two have some privacy. please press the call button if you need anything, i’ll come back and check on you soon.”

the footsteps grew closer and you heard the squeak of a chair being pulled up next to your bed. you opened your eyes to see suna giving you a compassionate smile.

“rintaro?” you whispered, “what are you doing here?”

“making sure you’re okay.” he crossed his arms, “been here since you were admitted.”

you tried your hardest to remember even coming to the hospital, but you just couldn’t. everything was gone after your head hit that wall.

“what… happened?” you asked, your eyes pleading for him to be honest.

“someone attacked you and your boyfriend.” suna leaned in, “do you not remember anything?”

“i remember yuji being upset with me…” you blinked, your mind working as hard as it could to remember something of importance. “my head hit the wall and it’s kind of fuzzy after that.”

“i see.” suna nodded.

“wait, how did you know i was in here?”

“some people mentioned an attack on campus. i got worried when you were late for our study session, and when your phone rang and you didn’t answer i felt like something was up.” he shrugged, taking a moment to think of his next words. “i called the hospital and asked if you were here, and then came right over when they confirmed it.”

“oh. okay…” you went to scratch an itch on your scalp and were met with searing pain at the slightest bit of pressure. “ow!”

“careful.” he smiled, taking your hand away from your head. “it’s gonna be sore for a while.”

“yeah…” you trailed off, trying to make sense of the situation. “what happened to yuji?”

“why do you care?”

“huh?” you glanced at suna who’s expression had turned sour.

“why do you care about what happened to him? he could've killed you.”

“i just wanted to know if he…” your voice was shaky and you tried to compose yourself. “if there was a possibility of him coming after me again.”

“not a single chance.” suna leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and took your hand. “besides, even if there was, i won’t let anything happen to you.”

----♡----

you’d found out yuji had suffered from severe injuries almost taking his life. he was beaten, stabbed, and his spinal cord suffered so much damage he was permanently paralyzed from the waist down.

while you were relieved the abuse would be over, you constantly wondered who had assaulted him.

you remembered telling suna and him saying he’d take care of it, surely that wasn’t him, right? there was no way suna could do something like that.

----♡----

months went by while you recovered from your injuries. you’d been discharged from the hospital after 3 weeks, and suna had stuck by your side every day.

“i’m happy to say you’ve essentially made a full recovery.” the doctor smiled, shaking your hand. “i’m so proud of your progress. you’re truly a walking miracle.”

“what about my memory?” you asked, “when will i remember what happened?”

“oh, you might not ever remember. you hit your head hard and from what we gather, you were unconscious.” the doctor stood up, clutching his clip board before walking out. “it’s probably for the best that you don’t remember what happened. you should focus on moving on, now. take care.”

----♡----

“well, should we celebrate?” suna asked as you walked out of the hospital together. you stopped, causing him to turn and look down at you. “what’s up?”

“i just wanted to say thank you…” you said, feeling your face getting hot. “i don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

“you could’ve. you’re the strongest person i’ve ever met.” he leaned down, brushing the hair out of your face. the same hair that used to cover the deep bruises, now showing your true complexion. “and the most beautiful.”

you felt your heart flutter at his sudden compliment. suna’s hands found your waist and you instinctively draped your arms over his shoulders.

“you really mean that?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“of course i do.” he smiled, leaning in to give you the long awaited kiss the two of you had been dying for. his lips were soft and you melted into his arms. he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “beautiful in every possible way.”

you felt tears well up as you were being complimented. the sweetest, kindest, most handsome man touching you so delicately and speaking to you with nothing but respect.

you'd completely fallen in love with him, and it was everything you ever could’ve asked for.

----♡----

a few weeks after the two of you made it official, your honeymoon phase was in full force. you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. you were experiencing your first true relationship that made you feel loved and you cherished at every moment.

one evening, you decided to go to suna’s dorm to surprise him.

knock knock

“rintaro?” you called out, opening the door to let yourself in. “are you home?”

“in here, baby.” he replied from the kitchen. he was sharing an apartment style dorm with two other men, but you hadn’t met them yet. they weren’t ever there when you were.

“we finally get to meet your girl, huh?” one of them cooed as you walked in. he had dyed blonde hair and smirked at you as you walked by. “damn, she’s a looker, huh ‘samu?”

samu… why did that sound familiar?

“don’t be such a pig.” the other boy replied. you realized they were twins when he stood up and walked over to you. he smiled, holding out his hand. “nice to meet ya, i’m osamu.”

osamu.

no.

“my name is osamu…”

it couldn’t be.

“…hold on to me if you can.”

no, no, no.

the memories of the night of the assault came flooding back to you.

it only took a moment to realize...

...it wasn’t a random assault at all.

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moldymacrodose · 3 years

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COGS AND PIECES - CH 11/12 || Jinx x fem!reader / OC

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Chapter 11 - Tell Me A Secret

Cogs realized that almost every single one of her waking hours was spent with Jinx. It now went without saying that they would leave the den together, go to the bar and then on some days Jinx would sleep over at Cogs' apartment.

Jinx burying her face in Cogs' chest started to feel natural. As the days kept passing and Cogs seemed to still want to stay by her side, the girl was relaxing more and more into the embraces. Even though she knew what the answer was going to be, Jinx always had to ask, if it was okay for them to hug or if Cogs wasn’t by any chance getting tired of her.

The mechanic pretended that she didn't notice how wet spots would sometimes form on her shirt as it soaked up the girl's tears. She just held Jinx tighter in those moments and soon enough her breathing steadied and deepened.

There were nightmares too. Jinx would wake up screaming and trashing around. Cogs' body was bruised from the times she got smacked with a knee or an unruly elbow, but she didn't mind. She was glad that she was there to snap Jinx out of whatever horror when was going through and ground her in reality.

She heard the names of her ghosts from Jinx's past. She heard her pleading and begging for the voices to stop. She decided to wait for Jinx to open up by herself, even if that day would never come. After all, she already had enough to piece together a rough version of the events that haunted her.

Cogs also finally managed to get Jinx to clean up the mess from the explosion and try to fix up whatever there was left from that propeller wing. It was a tedious task since Jinx would always somehow find a way to distract her and make them do something else. She was an absolute master of diversion and Cogs was weak. A single pouty face or a tug on her sleeve were enough for the girl to give in to whatever shenanigans Jinx wanted them to get up to.

"Do you know how to shoot?", Jinx asked her while they were cleaning one time.

Cogs got up from the kneeling position she was in and stretched her back. "I know how to shoot a gun. I'm just very bad at it." She groaned as her back cracked in multiple places.

"Oh, I'll teach you then. This is gonna be so fun!"

Well, Cogs supposed she knew what they'd be doing for the rest of their day. She watched in amusement as the now mostly healed Jinx run around the den and set up a tiny shooting range with multiple targets at differing distances. She took basically anything she could find: an unfinished shell for one of her bombs, a scrap of a metal plate, an enforcer's helmet. Cogs wondered, if the girl had taken it from a dead body or simply stolen it during one of her escapades.

Jinx pretty much forced a gun into Cogs' hands and dragged her to the line from which she was supposed to be shooting.

"I don't think it's a good idea to shoot at metal", she said with a note of worry in her voice.

"Nah, you'll be fine."

Cogs squinted at Jinx, who enthusiastically nodded at her in response. The girl took a deep breath and aimed the gun at the closest and biggest target. One last look at Jinx and then she pulled the trigger. She hit the metal plate in the bottom right corner, but instead of a metallic clink resounding through the workshop and the bullet ricocheting back at her, it splattered and left a small paint blob on the spot that she hit.

"What's with the face? I'm not trying to kill us."

"Y-yeah" Cogs coughed out. "Sorry about that."

At a second glance this definitely wasn't a normal gun. She has never seen anything like this before. Jinx’s ingenuity kept surprising her, no matter how many gadgets the girl showed her. She also felt relief knowing that this was probably the most harmless way for her to practice.

Jinx walked up to Cogs and stood behind her. She reached around with her arms and started to correct her friend's stance.

"Legs wider" she murmured while raising Cogs' arms a bit.

Both of them became more physically affectionate over the past weeks. It mainly had to do with them sleeping in the same bed. However, Cogs was still pretty sensitive to Jinx's touch. The closeness made her heart race every time.

"You should also breath", Jinx whispered into her ear, her breath tickled and sent goosebumps down her body. Cogs gasped realizing that she did indeed forget how to breath for a moment. Jinx giggled and stepped away from her.

"Shoot."

She pulled the trigger and the paintball splattered pretty close to the middle of the plate where Jinx drew a target with a red crayon. Cogs turned to Jinx with a grin on her face. She offered her the gun and Jinx took it. The mechanic knew right away that the girl was about to show off and she was all there for it.

Jinx shooting was like a pianist playing his instrument or a writer composing poetry right in front of her eyes. Cogs watched her in a trance. She fired each paint ball with a purpose, and they always landed wherever she set her eye at. There was absolutely no hesitation and almost no time between her switching targets.

Cogs eyes were peeled to her body. She took in the sight and etched it onto her mind. Jinx's arm muscles moving, the cute wrinkle between her brows and the way her chest rose up and down in a steady rhythm. The spectacle stopped once Jinx ran out of bullets to shoot with. The only thing on Cogs' mind in that moment, was how mesmerizing Jinx was to her.

"This was incredible", said Cogs once Jinx turned to look at her.

"Yeah, I did okay", she said. The self-satisfied smirk on her face broke any illusion of modesty the girl tried to put up. She was good and she knew it.

They kept shooting for a while and lost track of time. Cogs in no way became nearly as good as her friend, but she was definitely much better at shooting than she was when she woke up that day. Everything around them was covered in neon-colored paint.

When they went up to inspect the targets Jinx smeared a bit of paint between her fingers and booped Cogs' nose. This meant only one thing: war. They went all out smearing paint on each other's faces and clothes until there were barely any clean spots left to attack anymore. Eventually, they both went down wrestling on the floor and rolling around laughing. After a minute of vicious fighting, Jinx managed to pin Cogs down and they laid there gasping for air.

"Okay, okay, you win", Cogs rolled her eyes and tried to free her wrists from Jinx metal grip, but to no avail.

"Do I get a reward?" Jinx asked.

"I mean, it really depends on what you want." Cogs looked to the side, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with how intensely Jinx was staring in her eyes.

The girl seemed to think about it for a second and then leaned in closer and whispered into Cogs' ear for the second time that day. "Tell me a secret."

Cogs almost choked on just air. "A secret?" Her voice was an octave higher than usual.

"Mhm."

She turned her head back to face Jinx. They were awfully close right now.

"Umm... I've been thinking about buying a bedframe."

"How's that a secret?" Jinx snickered.

"I haven't told anyone yet."

"This is boring. Tell me an interesting secret"

Cogs' brain kind of short-circuited in that moment and she mumbled out, "You look really hot when you shoot stuff." The mechanic's eyes went wide in realization. Jinx mirrored her expression for a split second before gathering her composure.

"Why thank you", Jinx smirked at her and shortly after her lips were on Cogs'. The girl moaned in both surprise and pleasure.

"Tell me another one", Jinx whispered again.

"You're generally really hot." She got another kiss in return.

"More", groaned Jinx while planting kisses on her neck and jaw.

"I think... “ Cogs looked away to the side. If she was ever going to tell her about how she felt, now was as good of a time as there would ever be. “I think that I'm in love with you."

Jinx froze and sat up straight. Her ears and face were a dark shade of red. She released Cogs’ wrists and straightened out the girl’s shirt. Cogs’ heart was beating so fast, she was worried that it might tore a hole in her chest and jump out. She swallowed nervously.

“Why?”, Jinx asked so quietly that for a second, Cogs wasn’t sure if she didn’t just imagine it.

“You’re not as scary as everyone made you out to be”, she chuckled. “You’re funny. You’re easy to talk to. You’re really smart. I mean, you make me feel like a dumbass sometimes. My… heart does a flip when I see you and I catch myself smiling, because I was thinking about you.” Each of the words Cogs spoke got quieter as she kept going. “I want to be close to you so much that it hurts sometimes.”

Jinx leaned forward for another kiss and Cogs could feel something wet fall on her cheek. The mechanic was expecting the kiss to end, but instead the blue-haired girl deepened it. Cogs gasped at the sudden feeling of Jinx’s tongue running across her lower lip. Soon, there wasn't much room left for talking because Jinx's hand slid up her shirt.

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hotch-stufff · 3 years

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can i get angst 47 with gibbs 👁👁

Bruises

gif is not mine

Paring: Gibbs x Reader

Warnings!: mentions of abuse, angst, crying, comforting, abusive relationship, cursing, mentions of injuries from abuse

Prompt: "You flinched"

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I laid on the ground, not having enough energy to stand up. I couldn't move, and God did it hurt to breathe. Probably a bruised rib, would definitely have some bruises to add to the collection.

Hopefully nothing bad enough to send me to the hospital. The last time I did that, well it was just really bad, and Darren was pissed. So pissed that when we got home, he beat me all over again.

Now I know what you're thinking. What is a federal agent doing staying in an abusive relationship like this? Truth is, I had no idea. At first it was because I thought the beatings would eventually stop, but they didn't. And after realizing they would never stop, I tried to get out. But that only left to another hospital trip and threats. The threats were the only reason that I stayed.

Darren threatened a lot of things. He threatened to beat me so bad I couldn't move. To kill me. But the worst was that he threatened to hurt my team. He knew the whole team, he knew them really well. He worked at NCIS for God's sake, just not on Gibbs team. And that was enough for me to stick around.

Of course, it should be known that it wasn't always like this. Darren was a good guy in the beginning. He brought me flowers and took me out to nice restaurants. He made time for me, and I did the same for him. But then, he didn't get the open spot on Gibbs team. I did. And it all went downhill from there.

The bruises were getting extremely hard to hide. Turtlenecks and long pants were becoming my everyday wardrobe. Which wasnt the easiest thing to work in, but foundation was expensive, and Darren spent most of our money on alcohol or cigarettes. Whatever his weekly fix was. It was ... exhausting. The front I had put up in front of everyone was tearing me down, and people were starting to notice.

Tony and Ziva, who sat closest to me would send me a concerned glance each time I winced when moving. I blamed it on muscle pain, from working out so much.

Abby would see the amount of makeup I was wearing and would ask if I was okay. Of course she just thought I was insecure. She would always tell me that I was bueatiful and that I didn't need makeup. It warmed my heart each and every time she said it.

Palmer was concerned because he had caught one of my bruises. It was on my wrist and my sleeve had rolled up slightly. He had asked about it and I had told him the first lie that popped in my head. That I had fallen. He had taken me straight to Ducky to make sure that it was actually okay. Which is how Ducky got involved.

And then there was Gibbs. Gibbs didn't ask questions, he didn't push for answers, he didn't send me concerned glances. But I was certain he knew something. He didn't know what was actually going on, because he would beat the shit out of Darren if he knew. But he just seemed like he knew something. I knew that if I was going to go to anyone about my "issue", it would be him. Gibbs had been there for me since I had joined the team. And we both had spent plenty of late nights in the office talking. Me, avoiding going home to Darren and him not wanting to go back to his empty house.

Everyone had said that Gibbs was this hard man that never opened up and remained silent most of the time. But boy once he got talking, he never shut up. We talked about eveything. And sometimes nothing, just enjoying each others presence. And if I'm honest, I may have been developing feelings for the guy. But I could never do that, because Darren would probably kill him. And that scared me more than anything.

But life seemed okay. Atleast I was the only one getting hurt.

Of course until it all came crashing down. And it had just been a normal day.

* * *

I sat at my desk, working on and endless stack of paperwork that came with each case. We had just wrapped one up, a good ending thankfully. The team was in high spirits, talking about going out to a bar tonight. But I knew Darren wouldn't have it. I had turned down the offer, instead opting to sit and do paperwork until I had to go home.

Everyone had left for the night, leaving me alone in the bullpen. My hand was a scribbling away, when I had felt the gentle tap of a hand against my shoulder. I should have been more careful, but I had thought it was Darren. So I flinched away from him and crossed my arms in front of my face.

"Y/n?" Gibbs. It was Gibbs. That was it. Just Gibbs. I instantly pulled my arms down and straightened up.

"H-hey Gibbs. What um, what can I do for you." He just stared at me, giving me the usual Gibbs glare.

"You flinched." I grimaced. Of course I did. I didn't want him to find out like this, but I guess this is how its gonna go.

"Um- I, I. Well you see Gibbs-" he cut me off.

"Is someone hittin ya?" He paused thinking, before remembering my oh so lovely boyfriend. "That son of a bitch."

"Wait Gibbs. Its not what you think." But the damage was done. He was going through everything in his mind. My clothes, the grimaces everytime I jerked around, the excuses, the late nights avoiding going home. It all made sense to him now.

"Take off your shirt." My eyes grew wide.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." There was no avoiding this, he wasn't letting me off easily. I took a deep breath before grabbing the bottom of my turtleneck and bringing it over my head. His breath hitched when he saw the bruises that littered my skin.

"My god y/n." He shook his head, running the rough pads of his fingers up and down my arms. "Gonna kill him." And he stood back up, turning quickly before stomping towards the elevator. I slipped my shirt back on and ran after him, but he was already gone. I hurried down to the parking garage and jumped in my car speeding off.

He was gonna kill him. Although who would kill who, I didn't know.

I broke just about every speeding law on the way to my house. When I got there, the door was kicked open and yelling was coming from inside the house.

"Gibbs!" I shouted, running as fast as I could. I walked in the door and gasped. There was glass littering the floor, and picture frames scattered across the ground. I walked further in the house and found them in my kitchen. Gibbs on top of Darren, repeatedly punching him in the face.

"Gibbs! Stop!" I ran to him, pulling him off of Darren. "Stop, he isn't worth it." I pulled Gibbs up by his arm and dragged him away. But he wasn't finished.

"Ya ever go near her again, you're gonna wish you were dead. We'll come back for her stuff, you better not be here when we do." I wanted to cry, to scream, to shout. But I held it in, grabbing Gibbs more forcefully and dragging him back outside.

Once outside, we hopped in his car, and he began driving back to his house. Saying I was grateful was an understatement. Grateful that it was finally over. That maybe I could sleep at night now without worrying about waking up to another beating.

The ride was driven in silence, and soon we were at his house. He got out of the car and walked inside, leaving me out here by myslef. I walked in after him.

I found him in the the kitchen pouring a glass of Bourbon. I came up behind him hugging him.

"Thank you." He froze for a minute before turning in my grasp and brining me into a tight hug. And thats what started the tears. We stood there as I cried into his chest for what felt like forever. Until he finally pulled away and cupped my face.

"Ya didn't deserve any of that. Don't know what happened, or when it started. But ya didn't deserve any of it. You are beautiful and loved and noone should ever have to be treated the way you were." He paused and I began rambling out whatever words came to my mind.

"It was you. I stayed because he threatened you. He said he would hurt you and the team and I couldn't let him." He leaned his forehead against mine. The tears pouring steadily down my face, sobs racking by body.

"Shh, shh. Sweetheart its okay." He leaned in slightly, our lips brushing slightly. And then he leaned in the rest of the way, kissing me into he most gentle way he could. So much different than the bruising kisses that Darren would give me. He broke away after a second.

"Dont know if your ready for it, but I love ya." He said softly. "We can do this, if you want. At your own pace. I just want to show you whats its like to be loved the right way." I nodded.

"I might need some time. But I love you too... Jethro." He smiled.

"Take all the time you need. But m'not leaving your side." I giggled softly as he brought me into another hug. And I stood there whispering thank yous and I love yous until we headed off to bed. I hadn't felt this safe in a long time, and I never wanted to let this feeling go.

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Confident 02 | jjk

↳ Summary: After giving Jungkook the best suck of his life he’s left wondering if what you said was true. Was it really your first time? ‘Cause Jungkook thinks you might’ve lied.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy! jk, our fav cheeky virgin reader!

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 8.8k

↳ Warnings: swearing, mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of being pressured into sex, mentions of body image, mentions of stds, Jungkook being very confused, no smut in this part

↳ a/n: here it is !!! thank you for all the love for the first part, i hope you enjoy this part ! please feel free to leave any feedback <3

↳ Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Previously...

“She said it's her first time.” He pauses, looking up at his friends' concerned faces. “I think she might’ve lied.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Jungkook groans, cradling his head before banging it on the table. The utensils on the table rattle and clang, bringing unwanted attention to his mini breakdown. Taehyung is quick to place his hand under Jungkook's forehead just as he goes in for another blow. “Ok, Jungkook- Jungkook!” Jimin giggles beside him. “Fucking stop, people are staring.”

Jungkook pauses and subtly peeks out of his long bangs, checking to see that Taehyung’s words were indeed true. He breathes out and sits up in his chair, fixing his shirt to play off that he wasn’t just having a mental meltdown.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “soooo are you gonna talk now, cause’ I have a horrible headache and you’re really not helping.”

Jungkook nods opening his mouth to speak. “Alright so uh, I met a girl last night and-”

“I thought you went home?” Taehyung shoves Jimin’s shoulder and Jungkook glares, “yeah, well that clearly didn’t happen.” He rubs his temples, “could you do me a favour and let me speak first, and then you can ask the questions. Ok?”

The two boys nod, settling into their seats as Jungkook delves back into his story.

“Alright so anyways, I saw this girl and like, I haven’t ever seen her before? She was literally perfect”. He exhales looking at nothing at particular as he continues. “Gorgeous face, prettiest lips and oh! speaking of her lips, God the way she sucked-”

Despite what Jungkook said earlier, Taehyung feels the need to intervene. “Ok as much as I love a good suck myself, I need you to stop here, we don’t need the graphics.” Jimin nods in agreement even though it’s clear he’s not paying an ounce of attention. Jungkook smirks at the memory, but it soon drops as he remembers one tiny detail. He places his hands on the table, total seriousness etched onto his face. “But here’s the kicker, she said it was her first time.”

Confusion.

“So did you or did you not take her virginity?”Jungkook crosses his arms. “No, after that she just up and left.” “Wait, fuck”, Jungkook suddenly realises, “I didn’t even make her cum”, he groans and Taehyung bursts into laughter. This finally garners Jimin’s attention, his dazed eyes squinting. “Who’s the girl?” Jungkook sighs, “if you were listening before you would’ve heard me say that I don’t know her.” Jimin leans forward,“well can you at least describe her? I pretty much know everyone who attended the party”

Jungkook doesn’t have to think that hard. “She was wearing this plaid skirt and like a white top-” Jimin’s eyes widen, “Holy shit, Y/N?! Man, Jin’s gonna kill you.” This makes Jungkook pause, thoughts running back to the text he had received from Jin. “Wait, they’re not a thing are they?” Jimin chokes, “God no, they’ve been family friends since like forever, Jin’s practically her protective older brother.”

That explained his text earlier. Jungkook furrows his brows, more questions beginning to arise and spill out of his mouth. “How come I’ve never met her and if she’s a virgin, then how- how did-”, Taehyung cuts in, “dude she’s done other things before.” More confusion. “And how would you know that?” Taehyung smirks, shrugging as he gets up out of his chair. “I'm gonna get a drink, Jimin, you want anything?” God, his head is spinning. “Sure, you know my usual.”

It was the way Taehyung spoke too casually, like your lifestyle choices were common knowledge. How the fuck hasn’t he met you, yet his friends seem to be well acquainted with your existence? “What the fuck was that look?” He focuses on Taehyung from where he orders his drinks. “Did you see it Jimin? Kinda sus.”

Jimin remains nonchalant, blowing a strand of hair out of his sight before answering one of Jungkook’s urgent queries. “Jin never introduced you to her because well…” He looks Jungkook up and down with an unimpressed look. “You would get your grimy hands on her immediately. And Then after that, It’s like she never existed ” Jungkook opens his mouth, rebuttal on the tip of his tongue. “Don’t argue with me boy, the second you met her, you already wanted her on your dick, did you not?”

Jungkook is shocked to say the least, jaw hanging open as Taehyung makes his way back to the table, drinks in hand. “Oh God, what did you tell him?” Jungkook slams his fist on the table, yet again grabbing the attention of people around them. “That is not true! I have standards, and what about you two. You guys are just as bad.” He points accusingly at the bruises peeking out of Taehyung’s loose shirt, “Look at Tae! Those hickies are probably a combination of the three girls he fucked last week!”

Jimin doesn’t want to get kicked out of the cafe, so he attempts to calm down a soon to be raging Jungkook. “Look, to put it nicely, you’re a heartbreaker, you lead girls on whereas Tae and I actually tell people we’re not interested in anything more than a hookup.”

Jungkook seems to understand where he’s coming from. He can admit, he does have quite the reputation if the amount of times he’s been slapped in the face says anything. But now, with this newfound information, he can also admit that you’ve certainly intrigued him, that was for sure.

Jungkook wants to see you again.

Not for a rump in the sheets, but rather a friendly conversation.

It was just his luck that he had heard through the grapevine that you had been invited to one of Jin’s small pool party get togethers. If Jungkook was being honest, he’s quite excited to be within your vicinity again but he knows he needs to keep his cool. Especially after the series of death threats and slaps on the neck from Jin. He shudders at the memory.

And so, Jungkook prepares himself more than he usually does. He wants to do it right this time. No flirty teasing, just friendly innocent conversation. He makes sure to carefully pick out the right swim shorts that display the thickness of his thighs. Not for any sexual gain, more so to show off the hours spent at the gym in hopes that maybe he can get you to become more interested in him as he is to you. He sounds desperate, and he’s sure you’re not that materialistic, but he has this nagging want to impress you somehow. He huffs and does a few pushups, for extra measure of course.

He’s not sure as to why his brain decided to make him act this way. You’re more or less a stranger to him. However, when Jungkook begins his short journey to Jin’s house he really lets himself think, which usually isn't a good idea.

Jungkook doesn’t know you, but you’ve definitely left an imprint in his mind which makes you all the more fascinating. It’s news to him that you seem to be very close to his small circle of friends which is probably thanks to your deeply rooted friendship with Jin. That new piece of information had been bugging him since the day he met up with Taehyung and Jimin. Surely his reputation couldn’t be the only reason why you’ve never met him. Right?

Parking his car in Jin’s enormous driveway, he makes his way up to the grand front door. Sometimes he wishes he could live a life like Jin. He grew up being fed with a silver spoon his whole life. Having everything paid for instead of rolling in the miseries of college student debt.

Once Jungkook makes his way into the large house, he sets down the drinks he had brought onto the kitchen counter and watches his best friends goof around and enjoy the summer sun with a warm grin. He chuckles quietly when Jin pushes Jimin and his perfectly styled hair into the pool. Jimin screams a slur of curses while Jin quickly runs beside a sleeping Yoongi for protection.

Slipping out of his loose oversized shirt, Jungkook scans the entirety of Jin’s backyard, looking for the face that has been haunting him since that fateful night. She’s not here. He reexamines the pool seeing nothing but the chaotic mess of his favourite people, and he sighs. Just as he prepares to step out into the blazing sun, the sound of his stomach growling stops him in his tracks.

Thinking about you made him nervous. So nervous that his stomach couldn’t bear the thought of breakfast. However, after the realisation that you hadn’t arrived just yet, makes him do a full one eighty, long strides taking him to Jin’s expensive fridge.

His head is already deep into the fridge when he hears the sound of the sliding door opening, revealing a dripping Jin with a small scowl on his face. It seems Jimin finally got his revenge. “I’m starving you got any leftovers?” Jungkook queries, his head popping out from the cool air of the fridge.

Jin grabs a fresh towel and whacks it against Jungkook’s naked back. “What’s the point of even asking when you’re already going through my damn fridge!” Jungkook flashes Jin an innocent grin and glows when he discovers a small bowl of Chinese takeout.

It very quickly dawns on Jungkook that in order to enjoy a nice warm meal, he would need to heat it up. His stomach all but roars, not used to the lack of food in its system and Jungkook wants to cry. He wants to cry and it's not from the angry hunger pains, but rather something extremely laughable. He has to use a fucking microwave.

You’re running late, there’s sweat running down your brow and you feel like your arms will fall off any second. The weight of snacks and alcohol you had brought making you stagger as you finally enter Jin’s enormous home.

The one and only thing that’s on your mind is the refreshing feeling of slipping into Jin’s pool while sipping on an iced beverage. This motivates you enough to put all the strength left in your exhausted being to speedily walk into the kitchen and throw everything onto the counter.

“AHH FUCK!” You flinch at the sudden scream, hugging your body protectively. Jungkook slowly pops out from behind the other side of the counter, his doe eyes big and wide. “You fucking scared me Jesus!” He exclaims, running a hand through sweaty bangs.

The air had escaped your lungs long before you could utter your next sentence as the sight before you has you freezing. There he was, Jeon Jungkook in all his glory. Tanned skin and taut muscle sculpted by the Gods. You didn’t mean to stare, but how could you not! Your eyes had a mind of their own. He’s glorious, every single part of him, and you’re not even afraid to admit it. Your eyes are quick to eat him up, tracing the art staining the whole of his right arm and you wonder what every swirl of ink means to him.

Jungkook coughs awkwardly, going in to scratch at his neck. You imagined he would tease you about your obvious ogling, but it never came. Strange. “Why were you hiding?” You ask, dropping your gaze from his body in order to arrange the snacks into neat piles, using it as an excuse to slowly step closer to him. “Oh! Uh-”, he scratches his head, looking down at his feet before jumping five feet into the air, a startled gasp leaving his lips when the timer of the microwave goes off.

You burst into laughter and Jungkook flushes in embarrassment. Jin had told you about Jungkook’s embarrassing fear of microwaves but you never thought you would see it first hand. You hold in the laughs that tickle your throat and try to settle him down by lightly touching his shoulder. He flinches at your touch.

“Are you okay?” You’re really close to him now. Your chest is practically pressed up against his and Jungkook gulps. How was it possible that you could look even more stunning than the last time he saw you? Your cheeks are glowing from the soft golden rays of the afternoon sun and the way you look up at him, your soft smile curling makes his head spin.

“Yeah, I’m good”, he breaks eye contact in embarrassment. “Sorry, just uh, microwaves are scary you know?” You giggle up at him. Is this really Jungkook? The Jungkook you’ve seen flaunting a new girl every week just to abruptly break her heart when he can’t promise anything more than sex?

You’re not complaining, he’s quite adorable like this.

You’re not too sure why his personality has the sudden switch up. It could possibly be the fact that he’s with his closest friends and doesn’t feel the need to put up his playboy persona. Although, the way he blushes when he looks at you plays a different story. Do you make him nervous? Surely not, if the memories of that heated night are anything to go by.

“So uh, are you gonna head into the pool?” His empty stomach is long forgotten as he gestures to the large backyard, you nod up at him excitedly. It’s then Jin decides to bust back into the kitchen, a stern gaze set on his face. “Y/N, can I speak with you for a minute?” Jungkook cautiously takes a step away from you, your bodies no longer close to each other and you notice this with a small frown.

“Yeah, sure”, you relent walking over to Jin who places a protective arm around your shoulders. Unknowingly to you, Jin traps Jungkook down with a hard stare and signals Jungkook to go outside, to which he accepts with a nod.

“I know what you’re gonna say, and no I do not see him like that”, you cross your arms defensively. Jin sighs, “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt again.” He places his hands on your shoulders, full lecture mode on. “Let’s face it, you’re a hopeless romantic, I can’t trust that you won’t do something stupid, but you and Jungkook… You’re both important friends of mine and-”

You’ve heard his overprotective brotherly speech plenty of times, “I know, and I’m so thankful that you’re looking out for me. I just don’t see the harm in befriending him, you’ve never let me speak to him before.” Jin releases his hold on your shoulders to fix the mess of his wet hair, “and there's a reason for that.”

Why was he so damn hard-headed. Jin loves Jungkook like he loves his family. It just didn't make any sense to you that Jin could approve of their friendship but when it comes to you, he completely shields you away from any interactions with the so called playboy.

“When are you going to stop protecting me from boys?” Jin senses your frustration immediately. “I may be younger than you, but I’m also an adult just like you. An adult that can make her own choices.” You exhale slowly, “You’ve let me befriend your whole group and they’ve been nothing but wonderful to me, I don’t see the wrong in getting to know Jungkook.”

Jin lets his guard down. You do have a point, maybe he was being a little too overprotective. He gives you a soft smile, you look away.

“You’re right, I am in no position to dictate your decisions and who you choose to hang around with, it was wrong of me to treat you like that. Jin looks out into the pool, watching Jungkook tackle Taehyung. “I’m sorry I was a bit too harsh, Jungkook’s a good kid, he just got into the wrong crowd at first. Although, you gotta promise to tell me if he hurts you, cause he knows I’ll beat his ass.”

You laugh accepting his apology, “are you sure about that? He’s a literal muscle pig.” You both begin to make your way outside and Jin shoves you slightly, “hey! You know I’m right.” Jin shakes his head and brings you into a comforting hug. “Yeah, yeah whatever.” He rolls his eyes, you beam up at him and together you walk out into the warm sunlight.

It hadn’t even been a second since you stepped outside, and already Yoongi’s long term girlfriend, Jieun is squealing your way. “Y/N! I’m so happy you're finally here, the amount of testosterone out here was starting to make me feel faint.” You giggle at her exasperated tone, pulling her into a tight hug.

Nonchalantly you peel off your flowy sundress, it’s stickiness from your sweat making you cringe. “I missed you last week, why didn’t you come to class?” Jiuen pouts, “I'm sorry bub, I somehow caught a cold, but I trust you have some notes for me.”

The way Jieun flutters her lashes at you innocently forces a roll from your eyes. Slathering sunscreen onto your arms, you reprimand her, “I swear you’re only using me for my notes, you literally never listen in class! Can you get my back please?”

She hums while you turn around, her small hands kneading sunscreen from your shoulder bones to the small dip in your back. Jieun continues to blabber on about the joys of life, not even checking if you’re listening to a single word she says. Instead your eyes are zeroed in on a certain someone.

Your staring is blatantly obvious but you don’t care. It’s only when Taehyung spots your burning gaze with a small smirk does he signal Jungkook to turn around to meet your flirty grin.

Holy shit

The sun does a real great job of highlighting the gorgeous curves of your body adorned in quite possibly the smallest baby blue bikini he’s seen on a woman. Your breasts practically spill out of the tiny triangle cups and the pretty colour compliments your skin beautifully.

Whilst Jungkook can admit you have one of the hottest bodies he’s seen in a while, his eyes surprisingly don't linger on your delicious curves for too long. Instead, he finds himself utterly enamoured by the way your eyes crinkle slightly when you smile prettily at him, your cheeks glowing with it.

It suddenly dawns on him that you are the first girl that has truly enchanted him, and no, your ridiculously gorgeous body had little to do with it.

Jungkook does not mind this change one bit.

So, instead of staring at you like a gaping goldfish, he matches your flirtatious body language with a boyish grin and a small wave. His previous nerves dissipating only to be replaced by confidence and polished charm. He doesn’t want to scare you off with his sudden look of epiphany just yet, but the new unfamiliar feeling you give him is surely doing exactly that.

“My, my, Yoongi wasn’t lying.” Jieun stifles a giggle when she notices how Jungkook’s attention has steered towards you and only you. You’re quick to turn around, brows furrowed. “What are you on about?”

“Oh you know… You and Jungkook”

You grimace, tired of the repeated topic of conversation. “Just because I sucked his dick once does not mean we're a thing”

“Oh really? He’s asked me an awful lot of questions about you I was beginning to think otherwise”

“Wait, really?”

Jieun has the widest cheshire grin plastered on her face, it's starting to look quite unsettling.

“Really.”

You’re thoroughly shocked to say the least. You thought your fast, fleeting blowjob, sort of, was nothing special. A usual escapade to get his daily fill. Ordinary. Unmemorable.

However, it seems to be quite the opposite.

Jieun grabs your hand and swings it back and forth, exactly like a mother would do, although she’s merely two years older than you. “I know Jin’s been up your ass about Jungkook and frankly I don’t blame him he’s still a little shit from time to time but, he’s actually quite fun to be around and honestly I think his playboy tendencies seemed to dial down a bit since he met us.” The two of you giggle quietly amongst each other, quick feet making your way closer to the pool to avoid the scorching pavement.

Your toes are the first to dip into the pool and you practically moan at the cold water melting away the blistering haze that sticks onto your skin. The water is icy at your waist and you love it. “So my advice would be not to worry about him, instead it's his little army of plastic bimbos that you should watch out for.”

“Ahh, internalised misogyny. We love to see it.”

Jieun acknowledges you with a hum as the two of you float around the calming abyss. She then swims closer to you, nodding her head into the direction of a lonely Jungkook, who lazily stares at your alluring form. “I think your loverboy over there wants to talk to you.”

Jieun swims away before you can protest, leaving you to face the handsome man before you. His eyes are round and docile, yet his stare is tantalising, it pulls you in as if he’s slowly reeling you in with a rope.

The water delicately ripples around your body when you approach him and you internally sigh in awe at the striking features of his stunning face. You want to use this opportunity to finally get to know him, and perhaps form a new friendship.

You take note of the lack of Jin’s hawk-like eyes or for better the lack of any eyes on the two of you. You’re alone, huddled into one of the far corners of the pool, your conversation private, just for two pairs of ears.

You open your mouth to speak, “So-”

“I-”

An uncomfortable silence stills the air and you both halt your words to giggle quietly amongst yourselves. God, this is awkward.

“You go first”, You offer, tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook follows the subtle movement of your fingers before taking a deep breath.

“I feel like we should discuss the elephant in the room”

You're stunned. “Huh?”

“You know… That Friday night?”

Of course you knew what he was referring too, yet you wondered why as you honestly didn’t think that night had much impact on the man.

With a raised brow you ask, “What about it?”

“I’ve just had a lot of... thoughts”

You scratch your head feeling puzzled. You’re sure Jungkook has had better blowjobs in his lifetime. Hell, Jungkook did most of the work that night. “Do you usually discuss the past hookups you have, or am I just lucky today?”

You’re teasing him, nevertheless Jungkook tilts his head back towards the sky. All he wants is clarification, only this conversation is heading down an awkward path, so he decides to spit out what’s been bothering him for the past few days.

“Okay listen, I know this is odd to say, but ever since that night, It’s like I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your ego inflates at his statement and you smirk. You knew you could suck dick well, but according to Jungkook you seem to have quite the talent.

You smile proudly, “damn, look at me go, I can’t believe I have the campus playboy wrapped around my finger.”

Jungkook scoffs, both in annoyance and embarrassment because shit, he could have worded that differently, now he sounds like the clingy girls he fucks.

“Yeah, yeah let’s not pretend like I was the only one enjoying myself here. Weren’t you the one practically begging to be touched?”

You’re amused. “Weren’t you the one who couldn’t make me cum. Yet came from their own handjob?”

Jungkook tongues his cheek and looks away. The way you speak so casually intimidates him. No girl has ever spoken to him this way, in fact, Jungkook’s the one who usually likes to tease. He can slowly feel the creeping heat alighting his cheeks and God does he hope you don’t notice.

You patiently wait for Jungkook’s reply, a sly grin adorned on your pretty face. However, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he frowns and immaturely splashes water at your face.

“Jungkook!” You sputter, wiping at your face to rid of the chlorine in your eyes. “What the fuck was that for?”

He shrugs, “sorry my hand must’ve slipped”

You don’t take that for an answer, your petty nature crawling out as you splash him back harder than he had done. “Hand slipped, my ass.”

You cross your arms smugly, a small laugh blossoming out of your mouth when Jungkook cutely rubs at his eyes.

It’s after a minute when you realise Jungkook hasn’t stopped furiously rubbing his eyes. The circular motions of his hand move so intensely that it begins to look painful and irritating. “Fuck, it stings”, he exclaims in agony.

Shit, you inwardly curse, gently touching his wrist, concern lacing your features because you didn’t think getting chlorinated water in one's eye would sting that much. You analyse his facial expressions closely and you wince at the redness surrounding his eyes from his harsh rubbing.

On the contrary, Jungkook knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s competitive and won’t back down from a fight, even if it’s just fun banter, so he continues his little scheme just for the fun of it and hides his small grin under his large hands.

You’re now slightly panicked, “fuck, Jungkook I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit the water that hard I-”

Jungkook cracks.

Ever so slowly, he peeps his eyes out at you and watches with a mischievous smirk as your face morphs from alarmed to annoyed in less than a millisecond.

You tighten your grip on his wrist and attempt to slap his hard chest with your free hand, however Jungkook’s reflexes are fast and he grasps your hand tightly, a teasing glint in his eye.

“You little shit-”

All of a sudden a loud holler is heard from the front door, rousing a relaxed Jin out of his chair as he sprints while simultaneously yelling at the ruckus being made. It’s then a stampede of both familiar and unfamiliar faces come crashing in. Some jump straight into the pool to cool off from the blazing sun while others rush to the table of assorted alcohol, desperate to get an ounce of it in their system.

Word seemed to go around about Jin’s supposed small get-together unbelievably fast, causing the once tranquil Kim Seokjin into a raging volcano.

You’re pressed right up against Jungkook’s solid chest and he surprisingly pays you no mind, even though your perky tits are deliciously pushed up perfectly against his body. Jungkook’s eyes are not settled on them, rather he pays close attention to the amount of people dangerously plunging into the pool at a fast rate.

Jungkook protectively hugs your shoulders to shield you from the rowdy party goers who definitely do not understand the definition of personal space. Your heart swells when he then delicately places your head in the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your fairly exposed body, essentially guarding you from frantic wet limbs and ignorant individuals.

You feel comfortable and safe, so comfortable that you wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while if it weren’t for the throng of college students delving into the cooling water.

Jin’s house begins to fill with unexpected guests very quickly and you wonder how Jin is handling the situation. You suppose not very well when you see him whipping people with towels, red ears making an appearance and his booming voice following him.

Jungkook wants to get out and he’s sure you feel the same way which is why he smoothly slots his hand into your own, long fingers wrapping around your hand to carefully pull you through the growing crowd of people in the pool.

Whilst pushing past a variety of college students you are met with many stares, even worse, numerous envious eyes and whispers of possible gossip. You try your best to avoid their gazes, the hard stares reminding you of the last time Jungkook held your hand to push through groups of people.

Water drips down the curves of your body and lands in little pools around you when you step out of the pool. At this point you’ve garnered even more turning heads that examine every inch of your skin closely. Their stares itch your skin and you feel akin to an animal kept in a zoo enclosure, curious eyes breaking down your confidence, you want to hide.

You usually like to pride yourself on your confidence because you know you’re hot and you know your worth. It had taken many failed relationships to build up your self love and nourish the scars and memories of questioning if you’re good enough.

You fight on and squeeze Jungkook’s hand, mostly for some sort of reassurance. It shocks you when he astonishingly squeezes back and softly rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. It’s almost as if he knows how you’re feeling.

You glance up at him shyly. Jungkook keeps his eyes straight ahead. He smiles a different kind of smile than the one he had directed to you a few hours ago. His lips are in a permanent smug smirk. His usual playboy smile. He flashes it at everyone as if he’s asking for their approval and even goes in to high-five a few people who are unrecognisable to you. You soon realise that this is what Jungkook thrives on. People, validation and his notorious reputation he’s created for himself.

Jungkook lights up at the presence of crowds, flirty smiles and people calling his name, whereas you want to crawl into your skin and run away because from the perspective of outsiders it looks like you’re just another one of Jungkook’s flings that will soon be forgotten by next week.

Well, you hope you won’t turn out to be one of them.

At last you find yourself away from the heart of the party, your dress in hand but your body still wet nonetheless. Jungkook is in the same state as yourself, droplets of water dribbling from his dark hair and onto the timber flooring. He leans into your ear, “I’ll go get us some towels, stay here.”

He’s gone before you can reply, making small conversation when he passes by various people, his boisterous laugh echoing down the halls.

You’re alone now, and defenceless at that. There’s not many people you know here, besides the few odd people you share a class with and some sleazy frat boys that hold a similar reputation to Jungkook. You want to find Jieun so you can hug her or maybe ask her if she can take you home, but she is nowhere to be found.

Fuck, You remember leaving your bag on the kitchen table, unsupervised with many personal belongings stowed away inside. Using your dress to cover the most of your exposed skin like a blanket, you stride over to the kitchen and sigh in relief when you find your bag untouched and in perfect condition.

Snatching up your bag, you grab your phone and immediately text Jieun to find out where the fuck she’s hiding, but there’s a part of you that knows she’s probably fucking Yoongi somewhere. Traitor.

Jungkook finds you to be in a completely different part of the house than where he asked you, one towel wrapped around his neck and the other draped over his arm. You haven’t noticed him yet, your frantic fingers texting a treacherous Jieun, “princess, didn’t I tell you to stay put?”

You’re startled. Switching your phone off you stick your arm out, waiting for Jungkook to pass you the towel but he doesn't. Jungkook gently pushes your shoulders so that you turn away from him and carefully wraps the towel around your body like a cape. You hold the edges of the fabric to help him hug the towel around yourself, keeping it tighter to your body.

Your voice is quiet, “thank you.”

Jungkook leans down to meet your face, “What was that?”

Even though Jungkook had been in the pool longer than you, his cologne still sticks to his skin and you kind of want to breathe more of it in, but that would be weird.

“Oh, I said thank you.”

You’re close to him again, although this time he towers over you with a look almost identical to a predator meeting its prey.

Jungkook’s eyes flirt around your face and descend. He shamelessly drinks up the swell of your breasts and whatever skin is visible amidst the fluffy towel around you. It’s strange. You had noticed Jungkook doing the exact same thing when you were alone with him. The difference though was that his looks were cursory as if he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Now, It's like a new persona had taken over him and he was ready to pounce at any sign of a green light.

He’s stuck in a trance, fuckboy tinted glasses fogging his vision.

You force out a giggle and playfully shove his shoulder, “my eyes are up here, you know.”

His reply comes lighting fast, he’s definitely been in this position before. “I know, just admiring them.”

Jungkook wants to hit himself the second his reply spewed out of his mouth. He desperately wants to reassure your unimpressed (though also very cute) face, because goddammit he wanted to be respectful. Jungkook knows he has a tendency to slip into a new personality when the right amount of people hyped him. Call it being two faced, he knows it's one of his fatal flaws.

“I'm sorry.”

He says it genuinely.

Jungkook only just got to properly meet you, he doesn’t want to give you the wrong impression! He can admit, your first ever official meeting (moreso hookup) wasn’t ideal, yet the way Jin dragged him through the mud undoubtedly made him understand that you weren’t the type of woman that should ever undergo the treatment he puts his hookups through. Scratch that, any woman shouldn’t be treated the way Jungkook treats them.

You're now fully covered under the towel, not a sliver of skin on display. You don’t know if his apology was genuine. “It’s ok I guess, I expected nothing less from you anyways.”

“Right.” He’s messed up.

You clear your throat, “I’m gonna go get changed, maybe look for Jieun unless-”

Jungkook finishes your sentence, “-she’s fucking Yoongi.”

You exhale, “yeah.”

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The voice makes you halt at its familiar tone. Jungkook doesn’t notice your growing panic as he too freezes in his spot.

No, it can’t be.

The world plays in slow motion when he walks into your line of vision. His assertive stride, smug smile and sharp eyes.

Jeong Suho.

His name explodes inside of you like a blistering fire yet your heart feels ice cold. He is the very man you have spent weeks trying to avoid and even more trying to get out of your head.

The world plays at a normal speed when he approaches Jungkook. Their facial expressions are the same, the way they greet each other is the same. They’re practically the same breed of fuckboy, born from the same mother.

“Been awhile since I’ve seen you around.”

Jeong Suho was a person that Jungkook didn’t really mind, In fact there was a point in Jungkook’s life where he would’ve considered Suho to be one of his closest friends. They were two peas in a pod freshmen year of college. Never giving a fuck about their education and always present for any opportunity to get completely wasted with as many girls they could possibly seduce. Nowadays, Jungkook would rather keep his distance from him.

On the contrary, you were one of the many girls that had fallen deeply for Suho’s alluring charm. You fell so hard, you thought that maybe just maybe there was a possibility that you could secure a future with him. Obviously that was not the case.

You thank your lucky stars that Jungkook was there to distract Suho while you make your haste escape. All you need to do now is somehow locate an unoccupied bathroom, preferably without having to walk in on someone getting it on, and then you could get the hell out of there.

You must admit, you look quite ridiculous right now. Navy blue towel wrapped tightly around your body, your small head peeking through. You could probably pass as some form of E.T cosplay right now. You don’t care if you look rude, pushing and shoving whoever stands in your way. You only have one goal and you’re so so close to succeeding-

“Wait, Y/N! Is that you?”

Fuck.

Do you run? Maybe duck behind some poor innocent student looking for a good time? You huff, you're already sticking out like a sore thumb, there’s no use in trying to hide when the enemy has already spotted you. Even worse Jungkook motions you over with a wide gleaming smile. If only he knew how much you’re dreading this interaction.

Grudgingly, you walk over, looking like an irritated gremlin with your towel still firmly secured around you. Jungkook makes matters worse by pushing the towel off your head, releasing your scruffy ball of hair. You grimace.

“I didn’t know you knew Y/N?”

Suho sends a smirk your way. You however, glower.

“Yeah we go way back, don’t we baby?”

You force a tight lipped smile, howbeit you look as if you have a mild case of constipation.

“Sure.” It comes out rough through gritted teeth.

Suho notes your frustration, a sly grin carving onto his punchable face. He turns towards Jungkook, seemingly blocking you from their conversation, yet you know Suho wants you to hear what he has to say.

“You know it’s a shame. Y/N’s gorgeous, ten outta ten body, knows how to put it to good use, however she never let me fuck her. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

Jungkook stays silent for a minute, eyeing your shaking fists and angry eyebrows. Jungkook may be dumb, but he sure knows how to read a room, thus leading him to the conclusion that your relationship with Suho isn’t something you’re very fond of and that he should probably get you out of here.

“Uhhh no, that’s not weird at all actually. What I think is weird is the fact that you think you have this sick claim on every girl you’ve defiled and even worse, you’ve always had this strange need to chase after every virgin you see like some perverted cherry picker. Yeah, that’s weird.”

Suho laughs right in his face, spit grossly tickling his skin. “That’s rich coming from you Jeon, weren't you quite the cherry picker in your freshman days, no?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what he expected from this conversation. It definitely wasn’t this.

It's obvious that Jungkook isn’t a saint, he really fucking far from it. Although, one thing's for sure, it’s his absolute hatred for the way his brain was wired in his freshman year of college. Yes, Jungkook still remains as one of the standing campus fuckboys but he’s gained a few more brain cells since then.

Jungkook opens his mouth to retort, only to be met with Suho’s back as he turns his attention towards you.

“Y/N, darling if I were you i’d make a run for it, ya know keep your chastity intact or whatever.” His smile is saccharine sweet, though his words are sickly sour.

The months of pent up anger stored within your being bubbles and overflows like a bad science experiment. You’ve quickly decided that now’s that time to expose the shitty excuse of a man, and quite frankly you don’t care that you have an audience. Actually, an audience would make this all the better.

Your finger is strong, pointing accusingly at his broad chest. “You know what you stupid motherfucker? Don’t waltz in here with that dumb smile of yours when you know you have some disgusting cheesy infection growing down there.”

Suho’s eyes widen slightly. It was no secret he was a walking STD, just about infecting every girl that was naive enough to sit on his dick.

Everyone at the party has definitely stopped to listen to what you have to say. You even spot Jin from the corner of your eye sending you a proud smile. “And while we're on the topic of cheese, Learn how to wash your fucking dick!”

You don’t let him have a moment to speak, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and pulling him out of the house.

A few people applaud, some girls praise you on your way out. You give them no mind, you’ve had enough for tonight.

Jungkook starts his car, no questions asked. It’s obvious to him that there’s bad blood between you and Suho. What you don’t know is that Jungkook can also relate.

Technically there was no bad blood between them, moreso the hurtful memories and manipulation Suho put him through. To put it simply, Suho was probably the worst influence Jungkook could ever have as a vunerable freshman.

The crunch of gravel and soft melodies that spill out of Jungkook’s radio converse with eachother and fill the defeaning silence that sits between you and Jungkook.

Jungkook doesn’t even know where he’s going, he just drives.

Every so often he checks up on you from the corner of his eye. Your knees stick tightly together and point away from him. Your fingers curl and uncurl, leaving cresent moons in your skin. And to finish it off, your face remains still, hostility completely washing over your features. If Jungkook didn’t know any better he would think you’d jump out of his car and make a run for it at the chance of him stopping the car.

It’s seven sniffles later when Jungkook decides he knows where he should take you.

The night sky is clear and the stars burn brightly to accompany the full round moon. It’s the perfect setting for release and maybe a screaming session if you’re up for it.

Jungkook makes a stop behind a forest of tall trees and a dirt path. You sit up immediately.

“Where are we?” Your eyes are rimmed with tears, “I want to go home.”

Jungkook shuts the engine off, “you never told me where you live.”

“Well you never asked!”

Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled because from the looks of it, Jungkook just wants to help you out and clearly you’re not being the friendliest right now.

You curl back into yourself, “sorry”, another sniffle.

Jungkook brings your fists into his hands and warmly opens them up. You refuse to look at him, it doesn’t deter Jungkook one bit.

Tenderly he brings a finger under your chin, gradually bringing your eyes up to his. Jungkook takes his time with you, careful to not set you off until you’re face to face with his warm eyes.

“I brought you here because it’s apparent we both need let out some pent up steam.” He drags his fingers delicately across the curve of your chin and back into his lap. His touch is fleeting, you miss it already. “I just thought you may want to vent or just shout out into the void, it’s up to you.” You nod, fully trusting Jungkook’s intentions. “And at any time you feel like going home just say the word and I’ll take you there, okay?”

Your heart swells in adoration at his caring nature, though you can’t help but wonder how he can have such a sudden change in personality depending on where he is and who he’s with. It’s unnerving.

Jungkook clicks his seatbelt off and heads out the car, “put your dress back on princess, I’ll be out here waiting for you.” You mutter your confirmation and do as he asks.

The cool summer air kisses your skin and runs through your hair as you step out of the car. Jungkook is already by your side dressed in an oversize hoodie with another in his hand as well as a fuzzy blanket.

Jungkook steps closer to you, holding the hem of his hoodie to slip over your body. Without a second thought you raise your hands causing Jungkook to chuckle at how cute you look dwarfed in his clothes.

The same cologne you smelled on his skin earlier lingers on every fibre of fabric around you. His scent is everywhere, swirling around your head, instantly calming down your anxieties. You smile at him, “Lead the way Jungkook.”

Jungkook leads you up a small hill and you notice the trees opening up to display a lush field of grass. However, the sight before you leaves you in absolute wonder. You stand completely still and take it all in.

The night sky is dark but the city below illuminates is beautifully. Your gaze bounces over all the buildings, skyscrapers and their dazzling bright lights. It’s peaceful up here, you decide as you take a glimpse of the hundreds of tall structures looking so tiny, so ant-like.

Jungkook is settled behind you, his legs comfortably folded underneath himself. He remembers what it was like the first time he saw the view, which is why he doesn’t blame your stunned silence and glazed eyes.

“How did you find this place?”

You find your way towards Jungkook and plant yourself right beside him. “I don’t know, I was just driving aimlessly one night and found it, It’s nice right.”

You hum, “it’s beautiful.”

Jungkook murmurs in agreement as you lie down on the woolly blanket beneath you. The stars twinkle and glimmer amongst the deep blue sky, creating a serene experience. You shut your eyes.

“I hate him.”

Jungkook looks down at you, you don’t see him though. “Suho?”

“Yeah”, you exhale deeply, “I can’t believe I had to see him again.”

Although Jungkook knows you can’t see him, he swivels his body around to face you properly. “Did you guys date or something?”

You scoff, “pffft you know Suho doesn’t date anyone.” You open your eyes, meeting a pair of round docile ones. You continue, “Suho was the first guy who every gave me an ounce of attention. Before him guys never looked my way. Jungkook remains silent, letting you pour out what’s on your mind.

“Suho had me fooled, I thought I was special to him, thought he saw something in me that was different from the others. Turns out that was his game after all”

You speak so animatedly, your hands wave around in the air, your eyebrows scrunch when the memories come back to you. “It’s stupid really, how I used to gush to him about finding the one person in the universe that was created just for me. I guess he used this as my weak point.”

Inhale, exhale.

“He made me believe he was that special person for me, used it as an excuse to pressure me into sex.” A tear rolls down the side of your face, falling perfectly in a straight line. “I almost gave in, but something just felt so wrong. Every time I said no he would call me terrible names, tell me that no one would want me if I never gave them what they wanted. And I believed him.”

Another tear escapes your wet orbs, Jungkook is there to wipe it this time.

“I broke it off after I found out he fucked my roommate and gave her some disease.” You chuckle, “I guess I’m lucky I never let him fuck me huh?”

Jungkook’s heart breaks at your saddened eyes and the way Suho treated you, he sweeps a stray hair out of you face. “I think you dodged a bullet there princess, what he did to you was pure evil, no one, and especially you don’t deserve that”

You sit up, wiping remaining tears and thanking him as you go, “It’s your turn now.” You pat his thigh, “tell me why Suho got you so riled up tonight.”

Jungkook shuffles in his spot, “It’s actually kind of similar to you.”

You gasp sarcastically, “no way he pressured you into sex too?”

He laughs, eyes squeezing shut, “No, no, nothing like that.”

You lean closer to Jungkook, giving him the same attention he had given you. “My father left when my mother found out she was pregnant with me, so growing up I had no male figure present in my life. My mother stopped at nothing to give me that to the point that almost every week I’d wake up and see a new man drinking out of my favourite mug. I didn’t mind it because I was only a child and some part of me always hoped they would stay, but they never did.”

“My mom was a hopeless romantic. She held so much sentimental and idealistic views on love that it stuck to me. She always told me that there was someone special out there just for me.” You smile at the similar belief, Jungkook sighs.

“Cut to college, Suho was the first friend I made. I had no experience with girls whatsoever, and I still held on to my mother’s faith. Whenever I talked to Suho about it he would always shut me down or make fun of me.”

“He told me that all my feelings are bullshit, and that I only felt that way because I’ve never hooked up with anyone before. Next thing I knew we were going to parties every week getting absolutely shitfaced and fucking every girl I laid eyes on.”

You nod, listening intently. “And tonight, he hit a nerve. What he said made me realise that I’m just as bad as him. He moulded me into this person and now I have a reputation.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop, “he broke my concept of love before I even got to experience it.”

You never knew Jungkook was in a place like this. You always thought he was like Suho, built to break hearts and show no emotion when it came to love. Jungkook was nothing like that. His heart was truly big, desperately longing for someone.

Placing your hand on top of his own you comfort him as best as you can, “oh, Jungkook, trust me when I tell you this, the love in your heart is not broken. Think about it, most people you’ve met have been through college right?” He nods, “there are so many other people out there that you’ve never met, soon you’ll be able to find that someone and learn how to love. I know you present yourself as this emotionless playboy, but once you let that part of you go it’ll feel so freeing.”

Jungkook stares deeply into your eyes, he’s so thankful that he decided to bring you here, he can’t contain his happiness.

“Can I like, hug you?” Jungkook asks shyly. You smile, and it’s so big and bright Jungkook might as well be staring at the sun. Before he knows it, you’re tackling him into the most wholesome hug he’s ever had. You’re warm and you smell like vanilla, It feels like home.

“Get up”, he says abruptly, extending his arm to pull up your confused self.

“What-”, Jungkook cuts you off, “have you ever just let yourself scream?”

Jungkook has intertwined your hands together, and your heart pounds at the realisation of how well they fit together. “Well, no but I assume that’s what we’re about to do right now.”

He pulls you closer to the edge of the small hill, the view of the city sparkles right in front of you. “On the count of three, one- two- three!”

You scream, you let it all out and God does it feel refreshing.

The two of you sound utterly insane, but none you give a single fuck. You scream until your lungs burn and your throat itches you to stop.

The volume of both of your voices ring out into the night sky only for the moon, stars and yourselves. The night is still young but Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way.

With you he lets go of everything, all the past mistakes, all the hurt because at this moment he feels like he could fly, soar into the clouds.

He feels infinite.

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