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omfg i litr read everything uve written off ur masterlist I NEED MOREEEE. i love the way u write megumi especially, i couldn’t get enough of it. i hope you write more of him, my heart aches for more tbh 🥹 tysm for being such a good writer and feeding us starved readers well

tysm! i'm sooo glad i can be a good source of megumi content for you >_< i looove writing megumi so you'll be seeing sooo much more of him, dw! happy holidays!

this december

jjk fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

it’s always colder on your own, especially around this time of year. you should be at home, bundled up with a warm cup of hot chocolate, but here you are in shinjuku, exorcizing curses with your ex boyfriend two weeks after your breakup with him. great.

content: post break up, aged up megumi (19/20), megumi is terrible at feelings, getting back together, fluff if you squint, a bit of angst, miscommunication, one bed (but it isn’t the main plot point sorry), megumi calls you baby like once, gojo is the best wingman, SHIBUYA ARC NEVER HAPPENED AND LIFE IS GOOD, not proofread im very sorry guys pls forgive me, kinda a word dump sry

word count: 5.8k (sigh this was supposed to be 2k words max)

click on my masterlist for more & merry christmas to those who celebrate!

it’s december 19th when satoru gojo tells you that he has a mission just for you. you’re less than ecstatic about it to say the least. the last thing you want to do is be sent to your death just shy of christmas day. you just want to rest your sore muscles and bask in the presence of your best friends. you’re not in the mood to kill any curses, mainly because you’ve just recovered from a previous mission.

“why me?” you groan.

gone are the days where you used to be a goody two shoes for satoru. you’re old enough to talk back now, not like when you had been a shy fifteen-year-old girl. besides, you’ve been around the silver-haired sorcerer long enough to know that he doesn’t mind the bite.

“sorry, kid,” satoru says with a shrug. at least he sounds genuine about it. “the higher ups requested for you specifically. they say you’ll get the job done in the cleanest way. we can’t have things getting messy before the holidays, right?”

“and you wouldn’t be the best choice?” you quip.

satoru only laughs. he ruffles your hair. even with your growth spurt and merciless training, he still towers over you. in a way, he’ll always be your mentor. “hey, i’m going out of town that weekend. give me a break.”

you huff petulantly. something about this mission seems fishy to you. you’re not nearly the strongest sorcerer out of the bunch of kids under satoru’s wings (not that you guys are kids anymore, but sometimes it’s hard to feel otherwise). hell, there’s the kyoto students. it feels like they never have to do anything. you wish that you were rebellious enough to chew utahime out for it.

“why couldn’t they just make yuta or megumi go?” you mutter under your breath. you stammer out megumi’s name and hope satoru doesn’t catch on to the way you can barely say it.

satoru knows about the breakup. why wouldn’t he? he’s basically megumi’s dad, even if the raven haired boy refuses to admit it. satoru’s six eyes mean you can’t hide anything from him (he’d been the first to know that megumi was head over heels for you).

satoru raises a brow. “oh, right. megumi’s coming along too.”

your face twists and you immediately whip around to glare at him. “you’re lying.”

“i wish,” he jokes. “i was really hoping i’d get a wedding invitation one day, you little rascal. i can’t believe you two broke up. maybe this’ll be a good thing!”

“i appreciate your honesty, but—”

“but megumi’s an emotionally constipated kid, yeah, that i know,” satoru laughs. he makes his way to the exit of his office which has you furrowing your brows. is your former teacher actually gonna just leave after making you come all the way here? how rude and so very in character of him.

“please, gojo,” you call out after him, “i don’t wanna go with him.”

“sucks for you,” satoru responds halfheartedly. “merry christmas. try not to take more than a week on this. you’ll have to pay the rest of the fee for accommodations if you do.”

“gojo!” you whine.

“it’s not a hard mission!” satoru insists like it’ll make your life any easier. “y’know, this time of year is when things get ugly. think of it as saving as many people as you can while putting in the least amount of effort!”

and then he teleports. your former teacher teleports away rather than being normal and walking out of the door. you roll your eyes and hope that he can sense it (you know he can’t).

so that’s why you’re here now. with your ex. on the elevator to your assigned room on the tenth floor. you’re so glad that it’s a normal hotel and not a love hotel. lord knows what you’d do if you had checked into a love hotel.

megumi hasn’t spoken a word to you since he broke up with you two weeks ago. it had been in the doorway to your apartment a few days after a particularly rough mission assigned to the both of you—the one you’re still recovering from. he’d pulled you in for a hug, whispering sweet words into your ear. he gave you a look, one of those looks that made him soften his usually sharp eyes.

“i think we should break up.”

and then came the pathetic whimper of yours. he had wiped your tears, even kissed them tenderly, before telling you that it wasn’t your fault—it was his. how cliche.

now as you stand next to him, you want to beat yourself up for not asking for closure. neither of you had explicitly stated that you two were going to be no-contact, but it hurts a lot less to push the idea of forever with megumi away to the back of your mind. besides, you two aren’t confrontational like that. not with each other, anyway.

“need help?” his tone is soft, tender—the tone he reserves specifically for you, the one that tells you he still cares.

you stare down at the luggage at your feet. you’ve always been a chronic overpacker, a habit that megumi knows of by now. he watches you curiously, hands itching at his sides. you can tell that he wants to reach out and grab your suitcase like he always does. he thinks he isn’t obvious, but you can always read through the lines, especially when it’s megumi.

“i’m okay,” you croak out, clearing your throat awkwardly.

the elevator dings and you make your way to your room. as much as you hate to admit it, you’re sort of glad that you and your ex boyfriend are sharing a room. perhaps his’ll be a good way to get closure, though you’re not really sure what closure entails.

what you don’t expect is to unlock the door and be met with a singular bed.

if satoru gojo didn’t have a layer of infinity coating his body (and if he wasn’t the strongest sorcerer alive), you would’ve wrung out his neck.

megumi simply walks into the room, setting his duffel bag down on one of the dressers opposite from the foot of the bed. he doesn’t comment on the lack of double beds, seemingly already aware of the set up.all he does is puff out a weary sigh. you suck in a breath and follow him inside, slipping your shoes off at the entrance.

you lug your suitcase in after you along with your duffel bag and backpack. you stumble forward and megumi’s arm snakes around your waist, steadying you.

“careful,” he mutters, nonchalantly taking your bag off our your shoulders.

it’s a quick series of movements; he swings your bag over his shoulders and places it on the dresser next to the one he’s claimed while guiding you softly to the side of the bed so that you’re not standing in the middle of the doorway.

you scrunch your face, feeling your heart thump against your ribcage. it’s stupid how he still has such a hold on you, even after two weeks of not seeing or talking to him. he’s just so caring, so gentle. it stings, like little the little cuts you get when fighting curses, when you realize that this is something you’ll have to learn how to lose.

“thanks,” you manage to mutter. you don’t trust yourself to say anything else. you know from the way your throat tightens that you’ll be crying soon if you force yourself to talk any more.

“i can take the couch,” megumi says.

it’s that easy with him; he’s a gentleman, so of course he’d take the couch. that’s the way megumi fushiguro is—he offers a solution before you even have the chance to complain. in your year and a half long relationship, that skill of his had been a saving grace.

“no, don’t bother,” you croak. “i’ll book another room.”

“really?” he asks. he stands up a little straighter, awkwardly reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “i mean, i don’t mind sharing a room with you… we’ve..”

we’ve shared a room countless of times before.

megumi doesn’t have to continue his sentence for you to understand what he’s implying. you part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out except for a long, heavy sigh. your shoulders drop as you let the exhaustion seep into your bones. there’s no use arguing about it, not when you don't’ mind sharing a room with megumi, either.

“we’ve broken up,” you remind him in a quiet voice, like you’re afraid saying it out loud will make it truer than it already is.

megumi pauses. you see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. “i know that, but … it’ll be fine. we’ve shared a room as friends before.”

he’s right, like he usually is. you two have shared a room before as just friends, but that had been as teenagers—back when you both harbored such hardcore crushes on each other that you two somehow didn’t notice.

“right,” you find yourself agreeing with a small nod.

“you should go get ready for bed.” megumi begins grabbing a few or the decorative pillow off of the bed. he places them gingerly on the brown couch tucked in the corner of the hotel room. “we’ll be getting up pretty early to deal with the brunt of the mission.”

to finish this mission as quickly as possible, you think.

and so you oblige and head to the bathroom. it’s december 19th, just a few days shy of christmas day, and you’re in bed with your ex boyfriend on the couch just a few feet away.

december 20th greets you with megumi hovering over you. he peers down at you with his messy bangs covering his eyes. they’re piercingly blue as he blinks. his lashes flutter perfectly, even in the early morning. your eyes meet his and you jolt awake.

“good morning,” he says. “your alarm has been ringing for a bit now, so i turned it off.”

you blink rapidly, getting the tiredness out of your eyes. “oh.”

he chuckles softly, just enough for you to catch it with your ears. he rises from his crouched position and heads to the front door. he spares you a glance over his shoulder before he heads out, presumably giving you the privacy you need. you let out a strangled breath before you swing your legs over the bed and head to the bathroom.

by the time you’re finished putting on your uniform, you swing the door to your hotel room open and see megumi leaned up against the wall, tapping away on his phone. his dark blue eyes flicker up to you and he turns away to head down the hall.

you furrow your brows. you can’t help but think that he’s being a little cold to you. it isn’t like you initiated the breakup. despite your frustration with his behavior, you can sort of understand why he wouldn’t want to be sweet around you; you two aren’t dating anymore and so it makes sense that he’d go back to being aloof in your presence, the usual way he acts around everyone else. losing that position in his life makes your stomach churn for reasons you’re less than willing to uncover.

your mission is a vague one; all you know is that it’s a clean-up mission. rather than a level 1 curse (or even a special grade), the mission consists of an acclimation of weak curses surrounding shinjuku. these missions are normally given to younger, more inexperienced sorcerers with the help of a senior sorcerer, but for an odd reason, it’s been given to you and megumi this year. megumi could’ve probably handled it himself. actually, you could’ve handled it yourself.

you bite your tongue to hold back on your complaints as you walk just a step behind megumi. he pauses regularly, waiting for you to catch up to his side. you roll your eyes in secret. does he not realize that you don’t want to walk next to him?

“it’s all just bars,” you mutter.

with that, you earn a tiny laugh from megumi. “well, yeah. this is the red-light district of shinjuku.”

you pale. “this sucks.”

“why do you think i wanted to come out here in the morning rather than at night?” he says, his tone strangely light.

“to deal with the brunt of the mission,” you repeat his words from last night sarcastically. you’re unsure as to what he’s talking about, so you think that it’s okay to give him a little bit of attitude.

he raises his brow but doesn’t comment on your sarcasm. instead, he says softly, “no, stupid. it’s because this is the red-light district. it’s unsafe for anyone, especially a pretty, young girl alone at night.”

your first thought is to coo and tease him. you think i’m pretty? it takes you half a second to remember that you two are broken up. you scoff, “i’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“i never said you weren’t,” megumi shoots back. “it would just be annoying explaining to the higher ups why you were fighting people and not curses.”

“i’m sure they’d understand,” you retort, frowning. you cross your arms.

“don’t be so pouty,” he says in that stupid, gentle tone he uses with you when you’re acting bratty.

you both decide to split up. well, it’s more like you demand the two of you to split up. you say it under the pretense that it’ll get the job done faster. besides, you both want to be home before christmas day, right?

there’s about two curses you cross paths with every hour. you’re starting to lose your mind. shouldn’t the streets be infested with them? you don’t even need a veil! all you have to do is give the weak curses just one punch and they vaporize on the spot. your head is running with hundreds of thoughts.

that’s when it hits you: the first years at the tokyo jujutsu school did come out here a week prior! maybe they did a bad job? but you remember nobara had been the one to lead the group. she may half-ass almost everything in her life, but she wouldn’t jeopardize her underclassmen for the sake of her freetime.

so why on earth are you here? it’s not like there are enough harmful curses for a mission to be assigned to you right before christmas, and to you and megumi of all sorcerers. you’re both strong enough to the point of having some kind of importance in the jujutsu world. the higher ups wouldn’t send the two of you on some stupid mission for the sake of it unless they’re planning some sort of secret execution. but even then, satoru gojo should’ve known through their lies to not send you or megumi. unless…he wants you two dead…?

you shake your head and bite your nails. the sun begins to set and you realize that you’ve been out here for longer than you expected. you’re starting to feel a chill in your bones—you had argued petulantly with megumi earlier about not wanting to wear your jacket despite it being the dead of winter; “it’s gonna get in the way!”

you always seem to forget the the sun sets earlier in the winter. it’s stupid how bright all the lights are in shinjuku. there isn’t a square foot of anything that isn’t lit up with neon signs reading out the names of clubs and bars. you see couples and large groups of people walking along the streets.

it’s lonely, you realize. it would’ve been less lonely with megumi.

you make your way to the meeting spot with megumi. you both share a few small words before retiring for the night. megumi says he wants to go sightseeing, even though there’s really nothing much to see. he doesn’t return to the hotel room until late at night.

when he slips into the only bed that the room offers, you chalk it up to the slight alcohol you smell on his lips. it feels so natural that you don’t push him away even though you should. his body is warm and you fit so perfectly against his broad chest that you think it’ll be okay for you to be a little selfish tonight.

“g’night,” megumi mumbles in his sleep.

you smile and nuzzle closer.

it’s december 21st as you realize how late it is in the day. megumi is back on the couch. you feel a tinge of disappointment in the bottom of your stomach.

to no one’s surprise, the sun is barely peeking over the buildings when you’re finally back in the red-light district. you’re doing the last bit of cleanup, but there’s really nothing much for you to clean.

tomorrow, you’ll be heading to a shopping mall, so you suppose you should do your best to sniff out the rest of the curses littering the place unless you want to stay here an extra day. the day is, yet again, slow.

it’s nearing 8 PM and you're finally sure that you’ve gotten rid of all the curses in the general area. you’ve been done for quite a while now, but you just haven’t found the courage to let megumi know that you’re ready to go back to the hotel room. a little sightseeing on your end wouldn’t hurt, right?

“hi, pretty.” a gravelly voice, battered by cigarettes, whispers in your ear.

you jump in surprise. you need to remember not to get too far into your head. you should’ve felt his presence coming from a mile away. it’s a terrible habit and satoru has scolded you for years about it.

“hi,” you mutter, pushing past his larger frame.

the man isn’t as nicely built as the men you know (but then again, your friends are jujutsu sorcerers, so it’s kind of hard to beat that), but he still towers over you. he’s got a squad of rough-looking guys behind him, smirking down at you.

“why’s someone like you alone?” he says, shoving his arm to loop around your waist.

you roll your eyes, getting ready to punch the man square in the nose. will you get in trouble? probably yes. will it be a funny story to tell? also probably yes.

“don’t touch my wife.”

the group of men turn their heads along with you to see megumi. his expression is shrouded with a mixture of anger and frustration. you blink in confusion—megumi usually looks pretty pissed off, but this is the most angry you’ve seen him in a while. and ‘wife’? what’s up with that?

“oh, my bad,” the man chuckles. “didn’t know this pretty thing was married.”

“this ‘pretty thing’ wants you to let her go,” you say with an overly sweet smile. your teeth clench and you hiss, “right now.”

the guy scurries down the sidewalk with his buddies trailing along, making fun of him for hitting on a married woman. nobody mentions the lack of a ring on your finger. nobody mentions the lack of a relationship, either.

“wife?” you scowl. “we’re broken up.”

“guys tend to back up when they know a woman is married. it’s the only way you can really, uh, get them to go away around here.”

you glare at him. “and how would you know? you come here often with girls?”

“...no?” he blinks, unable to comprehend your sudden burst of jealousy. “i sometimes get missions around here, though. pretending to be married was the easiest way—”

“we aren’t, though. we’re not even in a relationship.” you seem to be throwing that into his face a lot more than you should. you can’t help it, though. you still feel a little bitter about not getting a real reason as to why megumi wanted to break up.

“i was trying to help you.” he’s calm and collected, as heard through his voice. he walks up to you and takes your freezing hand into his much warmer ones. “let’s go home.”

“i don’t want to,” you argue.

“stop being a brat,” he says, but there’s no bite to his words. “you’re cold and you’ve been out here all day. if i hadn’t stopped those guys, you probably would’ve beat them up pretty badly.”

“i’m not a fucking brat!” you try to retract your hand, but megumi’s grip only tightens.

“baby, stop,” the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease. megumi sighs softly and pulls you to his chest. “why are you so worked up, hm?”

from the way he speaks, you can tell that he already has an inkling. the breakup. cuddling last night. hugging you now. everything.

you don’t realize you’re crying until he gently wipes his thumb under your eye. he has the audacity to have an amused grin plastered on his stupidly pretty lips. your vision is blurry but if it hadn’t been, you would’ve thrown a punch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair. “it’s all my fault.”

“it is,” you whimper pathetically. all the tears and the emotions you’ve been holding back bubble up to the surface.

“don’t be upset,” he almost pleads. “let’s go back, okay?”

the night ends with megumi on the couch. neither of you bring up the argument or the fact that he had slept in your bed with you last night. you two don’t talk about the usage of pet names, either.

when you open your eyes on december 22nd, you’re surprised to see that megumi has already headed out for the day. you click your tongue in annoyance—he’s always been good at avoiding his problems when it comes to dealing with them, especially problems involving his emotions. you already know where you’re supposed to be headed, so you suppose that it’s for the best that he’d left before you.

the shopping mall is a long line of vendors and stores among other things. the snow on the ground is fresh—it must’ve snowed late last night after you’d fallen asleep. it crunches underneath your beat-up sneakers with each step you take. you’re not shocked when you end up wandering aimlessly, dipping in and out of stores with no real urgency to finish your mission.

there’s nothing to do anyway.

you’ve killed about 3 curses total and it’s really starting to look like you’ve been sent out here for busy work. you really should’ve figured that out the first day of the mission when you had to practically beg the curses to come out and fight you.

you find yourself in the front of a jewelry store, eyeing a pretty bracelet that you know would look stunning around megumi’s wrist. it’s one of those bracelets that clasp tightly. there’s a thicker band in the center with pretty carvings that seem to resemble some sort of swirly heart. it’s pretty, you have to admit.

without much thought, you buy the gift.

the seller has to clear her throat to get your attention when you don’t answer her question. “um, would you like this to be wrapped?”

you nod absentmindedly. “oh, yes. sorry. please wrap it.”

she nods in return and proceeds to wrap the bracelet in a tiny box, adorning it with a festive bow. you ask her to change it out for a different color, explaining that it isn’t a christmas gift and instead, it’s for someone’s birthday. she offers you a warm smile before switching it with a muted blue ribbon.

you return to the hotel, having to take an expensive taxi. you don’t mind—the bracelet has already made a decent-sized dent in your wallet. why not spend an extra amount on getting home? it’s not like jujutsu sorcerers are paid poorly.

reality hits you when you finally get back to the hotel room. you want to punch yourself for being so stupid. did you really just buy a birthday present for your ex-boyfriend?

you’re thankful that megumi hasn’t arrived yet. he seems to be determined to avoid you for as long as he can. you can’t blame him, either. you did give him quite a hard time yesterday.

you toss the box on to the dresser and head to the bathroom to splash some much needed cold water on to your face. maybe that’ll wake you up enough to clear your mind. you’ve acted out once during this trip already and you’re not really looking forward to any other possible outbursts.

you rinse your face and pat yourself dry with one of the face towels provided to you by the hotel staff. you hang it over the rack again and tiredly make your way to your bed. you halt your movements when you see megumi standing by the dresser, admiring your gift.

he looks up at you in surprise with the smallest grin on his face. it’s so subtle that you would’ve missed it had you not been dating him for nearly two years.

“is this for me?”

“no,” you quickly deny. his face falls and you cough out, “um, i mean.. yeah. i-i didn’t… i… happy birthday.”

he brightens, lips pulling up into a real, genuine smile. “you remembered?”

“why wouldn’t i?” you blurt gently. you bite your inner cheek to stop yourself from saying anything more.

“i dunno.” his voice is distant and low, like he’s trying to hold back his tears. “i just…i didn’t think i was deserving of a gift from you. thank you. i like it.”

you stand awkwardly, shifting your weight onto your other foot. “yeah, well…”

“can you help me put it on?” he asks, sitting at the edge of your unmade bed.

you feel your body heat up. part of you screams for you to stop. you shouldn’t do that. it’s far too intimate and you two are broken up. you’ve never been good at making decisions, though, so you sit next to him and feel the mattress dip.

he gives you a grateful look, one that you willfully ignore, and gives you his wrist. you clasp the bracelet on, fingertips just barely grazing his skin. your heart skips a beat and you have to inhale sharply before pulling away.

“thank you,” he whispers.

december 23rd is a sore reminder that life goes on. you had half-expected something to spark between you and megumi. perhaps he’d beg for you back, or maybe with less wishful thinking, he’d give you his real reason as to why he doesn’t want you anymore.

“i don’t think we need to go anymore,” megumi says when you come out of the bathroom after freshening up.

“huh? why not?”

“there’s nothing out there.” megumi’s voice is flat.

“i know, but we’ll get in trouble if we…”

“gojo probably sent us out here for fun.”

your lips part. megumi turns to you with a slight frown.

“don’t you think so too?” he asks, but you know it isn’t a question he’s looking to find an answer to. “why would the higher-ups assign a mission like this to a special grade sorcerer and a grade 1 sorcerer? if they needed that much manpower, this mission would’ve been deadlier. instead, we’re playing cleanup crew.”

“yeah, but..” you trail off, unable to think of a statement to refute his words. “if we go back now, we’ll get chewed out.”

“it’s just a scolding. you’ll be fine.” megumi stands up and stretches his arms.

you watch him cautiously as he begins to fold his clothes and throw them into his duffel bag. he doesn’t say anything else, letting the silence overtake the room.

“...are we leaving, then?” you ask meekly, not bothering to hide the slight quiver in your voice.

he pauses slightly. “do you want to stay here until christmas? this mission is stupid and you know it. there’s no point.”

why is his tone so cold all of the sudden? it’s as if you two hadn’t shared a moment last night before bed. does your gift not mean anything to him now that he’s cleared his mind with a good rest?

your eyes flicker to his wrist. the gold glimmers underneath the light and you realize that megumi doesn’t seem to hate wearing it. so why is he acting so … unpleasant?

you feel a lump in your throat. it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s able to upset you from just the tone of his voice. even his body language, usually fluid and smooth, is rigid with your presence. you want to tell him that you’ve enjoyed your time with him. you want to shake his shoulders and tell him that if you two cut your mission short, you might not get another chance to be near him again.

“do you still care about me?” you whisper instead.

he stills completely. “what?”

“this entire time,” you begin shakily, “you’ve been nice to me. you treat me like you always do. you’re always hovering over me even though you pretend you aren’t! you obviously still care, megumi.”

his adam's apple bobs as swallows. a beat of silence. then two. then three.

“i do care,” he admits sorely.

“then why did you break up with me?” you blurt. there it is, the question you’ve been meaning to ask. you both had seen it coming.

“because…” megumi winces as if he’s the one getting hurt from the ordeal. “because you deserve someone that’s normal. someone that isn’t a sorcerer. i can’t give you that life.”

you feel your chest swarm with anger. why does he always think he needs to sabotage himself to make others happy? this is something you’ve tried working with him on, but it seems like old habits are hard to kill off, just like your habit of loving him.

“why the hell would you decide that for me? when did i ever say i wanted a normal life?” you snap. your hands clench at your sides.

“it’s too early for this,” he says, his voice straining as he finally musters up the strength to look at you in your eyes.

“tell me, megumi. if that’s the real reason, then that is the most pathetic excuse for a breakup i've ever heard.” your voice cracks and you gulp down the oncoming sob that’s threatening to explode from your throat.

he inhales slowly and makes his way to you, holding you close against his chest. you should push him away, but you would rather let him hug you. you know that you can’t fight him, anyway.

“you…once said you wanted a regular relationship. when you got hurt a few weeks ago, i realized i couldn’t be that for you,” he confesses lowly. “i knew that you’d never find it in yourself to leave, so i figured i should just let you go for your sa–”

“are you kidding me?” you shout incredulously. “i said that when i was fifteen, megumi! before i even knew what being in love was like!”

he flinches against you. “but i…”

“you and your damn savior complex! i don’t need to be in a regular, normal relationship! i don’t need any of that, megumi! i’m a sorcerer, I won't ever get to be normal! in fact, it’s even better that i’m with you because you at least know what this life is like, you idiot! you’re always ruining the good things in your life because you—”

he takes his fingers to grab your chin and he pulls you in for a kiss. if the kiss is a ploy to shut you up, you hate to admit that it’s working. his tongue slips into your mouth and you melt against him. your arms loop around his neck as you desperately drag him down closer to your body. his hand grip your waist while the other clings to the small of your back.

you whimper out of instinct and he pulls away, lips bruised and breathless. it’s been so long since you’ve tasted him and you frown, tiptoeing to capture his lips again. you need to savor him, to feel him lips against yours again.

“baby, wait.” his chest heaves as he looks down at you. “don’t…don’t do this to me.”

“do what?” you ask, an edge to your voice. did he just reject you? even after all that?

“w-we gotta report back to—”

“we’re supposed to leave tomorrow,” you interrupt.

the gears shift in his head. “fine, but—”

“i’m still really fucking mad, but i just need you to kiss me right now,” you whine impatiently.

all megumi does is laugh when he swoops down to press his lips against yours.

it’s december 24th when you two find yourselves in satoru’s office. steam is practically rising from your ears as you try to compose yourself in front of your former teacher.

“... i wanted a wedding invitation.” satoru shrugs.

“you set us up!” you whine angrily. “gojo, are you serious?! isn’t this a little immature?”

megumi stays silent, averting his gaze. he suddenly finds the succulents on satoru’s desk very interesting. he’s never noticed that they’re all nearly dead! how cool.

your eyes shoot daggers at megumi's silence.

"we aren't gonna get married any time soon..." megumi mutters when he feels your pointy glare on him.

satoru raises his hands in mock surrender. “you two can’t blame me! it worked out! you two are back together now, right?”

“but did you have to make us look like fools out there?” you groan.

“you should’ve figured it out on the first day that the mission was a sham!” satoru exclaims, offense taking over his features.

“but still!” you’re borderline hysterical at this point, unable to believe that your former teacher of all people had to set up an entire fake mission so that you and your ex could talk your feelings out. “we would’ve figured ourselves out sooner or later!”

megumi nods. he feels like he should at least give you a little support even if he’s embarrassed out of his mind.

“oh really?” satoru’s voice drips with sarcasm. “you guys should be thanking me—”

“you’re so not getting an invitation to our wedding!” you grumble.

“wha—hey! i’m the one that got you two back together! besides, i’m megumi’s guardian! you can’t just not invite me.”

“watch me!”

“megumi, tell her that she can’t do that—hey! where are you guys going? invite me, you rascals—why are you guys leaving? we aren’t done discussing this! megumi, don’t you dare take her side! she isn’t even your wife yet—don’t slam my door!”

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #megumi x you #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk megumi #megumi fluff #not my best work tbh

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Sunshine's Shadow

Pairing: Jason Todd/Reader, Dick Grayson/Reader Genre: Slow burn smut? Porn with plot? Like eventually??? Word Count: 7,600 Read on Ao3 Part 1 of 2. Summary: You had powers of darkness that made you feel unwanted your whole life. Jason Todd was the first person to convince you that your darkness was sunshine. After his death, you went to Dick for comfort and started a relationship with him. And then, Jason came back. A/N:

I'm practicing writing again to prepare myself for the last chapter of Red Who? I'm not too happy with how I wrote this, but I'm hoping to start improving again along the way as I write and learn all over again. Also, I am not familiar with Titans! I know Jason never really joined? I just winged it I'm so sorry. I also aged up Jason's death here. I think the timeline is a bit messy pls forgive me.

Jason knocked on your door.

“Come in,” he heard your soft, muffled voice.

You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone. You had soft instrumental music playing in your room. The table lamp was switched on on your bedside table, but the room was still dark.

“We’re getting ready for a spooky movie tonight,” Jason said, closing the door behind him and approaching you. “Care to join us this time?”

Your eyes darted from your phone to his, and you pursed your lips in hesitation.

“No thank you, I’m fine here,” you said and brought your attention back to your phone.

Jason sighed loudly and sat on the edge of your bed.

“Why don’t you ever join us?” he asked, “We’re the Teen Titans. We’re a team. You should join us for more team stuff besides official missions.”

You simply stared at Jason. He sensed that you had more to say but was hesitating opening up. So he got up and sat next to you. “You can tell me.”

“The room is dark, isn’t it?” you asked.

The question surprised Jason. “I mean, I guess? So what?”

“That’s me, Jason. You know how my powers work. This- this curse. The shadow I emit makes everything dark and gloomy, even if it’s a sunny day outside. And no one likes someone who brings darkness in a room,” you avoided his eyes and started picking at a hangnail on your finger.

“That’s why you won’t hang out with us?” he couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought you hated us or something.”

“What?” you looked at him incredulously, “How could I? I was afraid that you all hate me for being so depressing.”

“Has anyone told you that before?” Jason asked. He didn’t know much about where you came from, but he knew that you went to a lot of different schools and orphanages. An outsider, not unlike himself.

“The kids were always scared of me,” you confessed quietly, “They refused to play with me. That was fine, but then soon after they would bully me. Make fun of me, push me down, kick me. Reminded me again and again that I was a freak.”

For some reason, Jason always had the urge to protect you, even though you were slightly older than he was. Now that urge was stronger and he wanted to hurt anyone who hurt you, to shield you from all that negativity.

“Well,” he began, “I don’t know about those assholes, but whenever I see you, I never saw darkness.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Really!” he insisted, “I see a girl who likes to read, and who likes music. I see you smile whenever Roy and Jackson bicker. And when Wally does that thing where he starts vibrating when he eats? And on the field? The way you protect everyone, the way we can all trust that you have our backs.”

Jason held your eyes. “I don’t see any darkness. In fact, I see sunshine! Because whenever you’re around, it makes us all feel warm and safe.”

He saw the way you were trying hard to not let the tears brimming your eyes fall. “You’re not lying.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“Of course I’m not,” he confirmed. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“I guess not,” you sniffled, “I can tell when people lie. And you have never lied to me.”

“What do you mean you can tell when people lie?”

“I don’t know. It’s sort of always been a thing I could do,” you shrugged, “I don’t join in conversations, so I just observe people, and I can sort of tell what they’re thinking or when they’re lying.”

“Ah, I think I know a thing or two about that,” Jason smiled fondly.

“Thank you, Jason,” you expressed.

“No problem, Sunny,” he grinned, “I’ll call you that from now on. To remind you.”

Jason thought that he saw you blush in the dim light. “So what do you think? Wanna join us for spooky night? I mean, your shadow would even be helpful. It’ll create the spooky ambience we’re all looking for.”

“Is there popcorn?” you grinned.

***

You dumbass, you thought.

The rain had you soaked and shivering.

Jason Todd, you absolute asshole.

The smell of wet dirt was overpowering. Your team stood with you despite your shadow engulfing them in darkness. Roy had his hand on your shoulder.

The white petals stuck to the polished wooden casket as it was lowered into the ground. Your heart had already broke, and you had gone through the stages of breaking down, sobbing uncontrollably, not being able to sleep for a week after they told you the news. Right now, you felt nothing but emptiness.

The casket hit the ground with a dull thud, and you heard the wet footsteps of others leaving the grave. You looked up at the crowd. Dressed in black, you saw some familiar faces. Clark Kent and Diana Prince were with Bruce Wayne, standing in solidarity. A fiery red color caught your eyes, and you saw whom you knew as Starfire. Tall, confident, and radiating with a soft warm glow- everything that you wished you were. She was next to Dick Grayson, and your eyes made contact with blue ones, ones that reminded you of Jason.

Dick gave you a sad smile.

“I heard you’re not going to continue with the Titans anymore,” Dick broke the silence. The rain was still pouring, pounding on the glass window of the car. “Where do I drop you off?”

“East End, along Murphy Avenue,” you replied. You watched two droplets on the window fall down, racing against each other. “I have some boxes left in the Tower, but I don’t feel like seeing them today.”

“Are you going to be okay on your own? You’re not even 18 yet.”

“I’m turning 18 in three months,” you rolled your eyes. “And I already got a job.”

“Oh? That was quick. What job?”

“Private investigator,” you responded, “Lot’s of scandals in Gotham. It’s quite easy to get a job if you’re half decent.”

“Pay well?”

“Well enough.”

Silence again. Dick made a turn.

No word was said until he stopped in front of the apartment complex. Unknown to you, Dick made a mental note to check the apartment out.

“Thanks, Dick.” Something stopped you from leaving the car. Something warm. Ah, it was Dick’s hand on yours.

You looked over and stared into his bright blue eyes. “I’m here for you. Anytime of the day or night. Text me, call me, whatever. You’re not alone.”

It was his expression. The pain and grief and sincerity in his eyes. A hint of desperation, even. By now, your talent for reading people had developed, and you could tell more than just basic emotions. Dick didn’t want you to leave him alone.

Your pulse quickened.

“Would you… Like to come in?” you asked.

Dick was surprised. His eyes darted downwards in a look of… guilt? And then- “No, it’s alright. You said you wanted some alone time. Go settle down first, then maybe you can give me a house tour sometime.”

Then he gave you the grin. Dick Grayson’s charming, heart-stopping grin.

You left the car.

THREE MONTHS AFTER THE DEATH OF JASON TODD

You spent your birthday alone, ignoring the invitations from your ex team members. They all wished you happy birthday, and sent you voice notes of them singing. They said they wished you were there with them, and that they hoped you were well. You replied with a simple thank you.

The apartment you made yours was bare. The walls had no art, and the TV was unplugged. What was the point? Your darkness would have made the art on the walls difficult to see and it was not like you were planning to invite anyone over.

A couple of case files sat neatly on the dining room table, where you did your work. Your name had spread by word of mouth after your first client three months ago, and now you occasionally received texts from unknown numbers, asking for discretion and offering a few hundred dollars a day for a week of work.

Your phone buzzed. It wasn’t an unknown number this time.

Dick had sent you a text. Happy Birthday! Still waiting for that house tour.

You sent a quick thank you and ignored the rest of the message.

SIX MONTHS after the death of Jason Todd

You arrived late on purpose. “Sorry I’m late.”

You sat down in the booth seat opposite Dick and saw the way his eyes lit up when you announced your arrival.

“No worries,” he brushed it off. “Thanks for coming.”

“Yeah,” you grabbed the dirty menu from the table. Anything to fill up the awkwardness you were expecting. “What do you usually have here?”

“Waffles with ice cream.”

“For dinner?”

“Why not?”

Dick Grayson gave you his Dick Grayson Grin.

You told the aging waitress your order- “I’ll have what he’s having.”

“So how have you been doing? You seem quite busy now, since this dinner was postponed to two months later,” he teased.

“My work isn’t exactly nine to five, five days a week,” you replied curtly. You had avoided this dinner on purpose.

“No, no, I get it. Mine is the same,” he said. “It’s good that you have been getting lots of clients lately. You seem to be high in demand now.”

“Yeah, I am, actually,” you smiled softly to yourself, “I didn’t expect for business to move this fast. I’m mostly investigating cheating spouses and party daughters now, though. Hoping to move on to the more serious stuff.”

“Careful,” Dick warned you, frowning slightly, “Try not to get involved with the politics here. It’s messy, and dangerous.”

“I can take care of myself, Dick,” you assured him.

He paused. “Yeah, I noticed,” his expression quickly changed, “You’ve been controlling your shadow.”

Indeed, you have been working on pulling in your shadow while you were out in public, making it seem as normal as possible so you don’t engulf rooms with darkness, especially with your current state of mind.

Soon after Jason died, you found out that your shadow had grown larger and larger, directly linked to your moods. Then you noticed that it shrank when you were concentrating on your cases, leaving the room bright. So you meditated and practiced, day and night, to keep your shadow and your emotions in check. However, it was tiring to constantly shrink it for long periods of time.

“Practice makes perfect,” you replied bitterly.

“Jason used to talk about you all the time, you know?” he suddenly brought up.

This came as a surprise for you.

“Really?” you cocked your head to the side, “What about?”

“Lots of stuff,” Dick elaborated, “But mainly about how to make you feel more welcomed. How to get you to open up. What stuff to talk to you about. He considered you his best-friend.”

You had considered Jason the same. He was the first person you had truly bonded with, but you never knew that Jason had communicated with Dick about you. True enough, he always tried his best to make sure you never felt left out. You felt your throat tightened and gulped.

Your waffles arrived, and Dick immediately dug in.

“He said that he called you something,” he continued in between bites, “Sunny, right? Said it was short for Sunshine.”

You hadn’t heard that in six months.

Dick looked up at you and panic took over his face. “Shit- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your eyes this time. You quickly wiped them away and stabbed the waffle with your fork.

“No- no, it’s fine,” you insisted, “I just hadn’t heard that name in a while. And I didn’t know he talked to you about me.”

Dick looked at you with concern. “Pretty sure he had a crush on you, with the way he was always talking about you.”

You were pretty sure, too. You could read people well after all.

“What made you choose this diner?” you asked, changing the subject. “We used to come here all the time.”

“Yeah, I haven’t stepped in here since that day,” he avoided saying Jason’s name now.

For the first time since you sat down, you actually studied him, beyond the basic emotions that you instinctively saw in everyone. The slight frown, the dark circles under his eyes, the short chewed up nails, the five o’ clock shadow that was rare for Dick Grayson.

He was grieving alone.

“Whenever Jason faced a problem when he was with us, out in the field, or anything, he would always ask himself- ‘What would Dick Grayson do?’” you told him.

His eyes softened, and you could see tears start to well up too.

“He really looked up to you,” you went on, wanting to give Dick the same comfort he gave you. “His older brother. Though, he kept it quiet. He didn’t want people to notice how much he cared. You know, the whole tough guy act.”

Dick chuckled at that. “But you noticed, of course.”

“Of course,” you smiled fondly at the memory. When asked if his injuries hurt, Jason would always reply with Only when I laugh.

But he accepted the cold compresses and paracetamol you gave him.

12 MONTHS AFTER THE DEATH OF JASON TODD

The camera shutter clicked. You checked the quality of the photo on your digital SLR. Even from across the street and in the darkness of the night, your camera caught the couple entering the motel, hand-in-hand, perfectly. This would be sufficient evidence for your client. The classic case of Cheating Spouse was going to earn you a couple thousand dollars. Frankly, you had considered rejecting the case. You only went for high-profile scandals now. But the client was desperate, and offered a large sum of money for something so easy and simple. It was difficult to refuse.

You contemplated on whether you should go the extra mile to catch them in the act. Or maybe you should just stake out in your car and catch them coming out of the motel. You took pride in how detailed your reports always were, and that was how you managed to build your clientele.

You took a sip of the bad, black coffee, already gone cold.

Peering through the zoom lens, you angled the camera up to the rooms facing the street. The movement you caught, however, was not the lights of a room switching on. Instead, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow hanging about the fire-escape in the narrow alley next to the building. You zoomed in more, and saw a familiar blue and black spandex, white eyes, and a familiar grin.

“Fuck,” you swore to yourself. Of all the places to bump into him.

You had gotten close to him since that dinner. The both of you had been texting regularly, getting to know each other and sharing stories about Jason. It helped you with your grief, and you knew it helped him too. You found out that Dick Grayson was voluntarily very expressive with his emotions, unlike his late younger brother who always needed an extra nudge.

Despite all that, you had been trying your best to avoid Dick for the past few weeks and had been giving him the excuse that you were busy. The truth was, you were scared. You knew how close you were getting to him, and right now you were lonely. So lonely that you were afraid of doing something you would both regret.

Knock, knock, knock. The glass rapped three times.

You looked over at the passenger side and saw that grin. Sighing, you unlocked the door.

“What a nice surprise,” Dick greeted you as he shut the door. “Didn’t think I would see a beautiful lady when I left home tonight.”

You rolled your eyes at his usual flirting. “I’m on a job, Dick.”

“I can see that,” he shamelessly went through your case file that was sitting on the passenger seat before he entered. “I thought you don’t take these cases anymore?”

“The poor guy was desperate, and he offered a lot of money for a simple, menial task,” you explained. “I don’t get why he doesn’t ask someone cheaper. Literally anyone could do this.”

“But they can’t do it as well as you do,” Dick booped your nose with his gloved finger.

“What about you? What brings you to this side of town?”

“Tim needed help with some training. And patrol brings me everywhere, sweetheart,” he smirked.

You noticed that your body had subconsciously turned towards him. His eyes were not visible then, covered by the whites of his mask. He was slightly damp due to the drizzle outside.

You cleared your throat. “I’m going to stake out here until they come out. Note how long they were together.”

“That could be until the sun rises.”

“Yep.”

“Need company?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you needed to patrol, and help Tim.”

“Ah, you’re right,” he sighed dramatically, “I’d much rather be in this steamy car with you, though.”

“Go and help your Robin, Dick,” you chuckled, unable to resist him. “Your mentee needs his mentor, Gotham needs its hero and you’re here cozying up with a PI.”

“How irresponsible of me,” he muttered. You hadn’t realized that both of you had moved closer.

You risked a quick glance to his slightly parted lips before tearing your eyes away. He was right, it had suddenly got steamy in the car.

“Text me when you’re back? It’s dangerous to be alone at this hour,” he said before stepping out and flying off in the most flamboyant, Dick Grayson way.

I can take care of myself.

You took deep breaths to calm down and slow your heartbeat.

Maybe you were scared that you were so lonely. But a part of you knew that starting something with Dick wouldn’t be too bad.

You were just scared of being judged by Dick’s dead, younger brother.

The next weekend, you found yourself on your balcony. It was 3 AM, and you were slightly tipsy from the cocktail you made yourself. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the wind, the cars, the occasional police siren. You made your decision.

Need you. you texted Dick, knowing he was out on patrol.

15 minutes. he replied.

Jason was dead. There was no one else who understood and accepted you almost as well as Dick did.

You waited out there in the cold for his arrival. When he did land straight on your balcony, his hair was a mess and he was panting slightly. You grabbed his face and kissed him roughly.

It didn’t matter anymore because Jason was dead.

SIX MONTHS AFTER THE ARRIVAL OF RED HOOD.

It was more difficult to control your shadow, but you tried your best. Moving in with Dick helped a bit more as compared to when you were alone, but you were constantly on edge.

He was alive, and what would he think of this? You and Dick? Would he see it as a betrayal?

Dick was having sleepless nights and was gone most of the time to help Bruce with Jason’s tantrum. Six months since Jason had appeared alive, and God knows how long before he crawled out of his grave, but he had not contacted you even once.

And you knew, you knew he was angry at you. That this whole villain arc had at least something to do with you. Even though it didn’t make sense, that you were never together, that you were nothing more than just best friends.

Somehow you felt that the rage and destruction was directed towards you.

For as long as you got together with Dick two years ago, and a whole year of playing cat and mouse with him ever since that kiss, you never had radio silence from him for this long. Two or three days was the maximum, and he would reassure you that everything was fine while you continued on with your PI business. A week long was unheard of.

Then, your phone buzzed.

I’m fine. He’s fine. Everyone’s fine.

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Is he back? you asked.

He’s gonna take some time off. Need to go. See you soon.

And so you didn’t sleep until Dick came back home the next morning.

“He’s so… broken,” Dick whispered above your head as he hugged you tightly.

You frowned. You didn’t like that word used to describe Jason. A person couldn’t be broken. People weren’t objects. You knew what Dick meant, that Jason was traumatized- but it didn’t mean that he was broken. Broken meant that you needed to be fixed before someone accepted you, that you needed to be functional or useful.

Broken meant that there was a state where people were whole, and you knew too well that there’s no such thing as a whole person. People just existed in different states, and each state was just as important as the other.

Jason told you all of that when you opened up to him about your past. One day many years ago, you fucked up during a mission. Your shadow had hurt someone a little too badly.

“I don’t even know how it works, Jay,” you had cried, “Sometimes it has a mind of its own and it just reacts outside of my control.”

“You saved me in the end,” Jason tried comforting you, putting his arm around your shoulder as you sat on the carpet of the empty living room.

“But I could have hurt you too,” you argued, “It could have attacked your shadow and killed you, the same way I killed my parents.”

You hadn’t told anyone about that. Only the Justice League knew.

“It was an accident,” Jason insisted.

“I’m just a broken person,” you choked. “No one should be near me.”

That was when he took his arm away and held your shoulders in both his hands, forcing you to face him, to stare into his piercing, fierce gaze.

“Don’t ever let me hear you say that about yourself ever again, got it?” he scolded you, “You are not broken. You’re like- like water. Or air. You exist in different states of matter, and each state you’re in is no less broken than the rest. You’re not broken, okay? You’re Sunny, you’re sunshine. You’re just sunshine…”

NINE MONTHS AFTER THE ARRIVAL OF RED HOOD

“Cheating spouse, undercover at Harvard, cheating spouse again…” you muttered to yourself as you browsed your cases in the living room, illuminated by a single warm light above your head. Dick would complain about the mess in the morning when he eats his cereal.

If he even comes back by tomorrow. you finished your own thought.

The blackmail material requests sounded interesting, but you always hesitated to accept the morally gray ones. You usually would go for missing or runaway children, the evidence of corruption, and the occasional journalist request for an inside scoop.

In fact, your eyes caught one such request. An anonymous journalist from the Gotham Gazelle. You received a text from a disposable two days ago, detailing a locker combination and an address. The contents of the locker were documents within a crisp and new light brown folder- a typical case file, along with a thousand dollars in cash and a promise of another two thousand after completion.

Journalists were not usually this cautious, but if they were investigating someone high profile, it was better to remain anonymous. Especially in Gotham.

You took a sip of your dark roast Arabica coffee, engrossed by what your anonymous client wanted you to get. It was already 11 PM.

Then, you heard the bell ring.

You frowned. Dick wouldn’t ring the bell to his own apartment.

Concentrating on pulling your shadow back, you walked barefoot to the door and looked through the peephole.

Your heartbeat quickened at who you saw standing on the other side of the door.

Calm down, calm down, calm down. Deep breaths.

The door clicked when you unlocked it, and creaked when you pulled it open.

You couldn’t remember when you had stopped counting the amount of days since you saw those piercing blue eyes that were so similar, yet so different from Dicks’. Now they were even more different from what you remembered. They were like battleworn armor standing in an enclosed case.

“There’s my sunshine,” Jason smiled weakly at you.

There was no chance of stopping your tears from falling down your face, so you didn’t even try. You let them flow freely as you speechlessly embraced him and felt his warm arms snake around you. The warmth of an embrace you thought you were never going to feel ever again.

He grew much taller than you. He was 16 when he died, and you were just turning 18. You had stopped growing a year or two before that, but boys kept on growing, didn’t they? He was the same height as you were the last time you saw him, but now he was at least a couple of feet taller. Did that mean he was back long before he started going as Red Hood? What did he do for two and a half years? Who-

“Don’t mean to be rude, but can I come in? I’m freezing my tits off out here,” he said. Even his voice was much, much deeper.

You chuckled and nodded, taking a step away to let him in.

You closed the door behind Jason and watched as he walked in slowly, looking around at Dick’s apartment. You noticed he paused at the dining table where you were working, and then strided to the sofa in the living room before taking a seat. You followed suit and sat next to him, not yet trusting your voice to make a sound.

“So,” he began, “You and Grayson, huh?”

Looking so intently, taking him all in, you almost missed the question.

“You’re bigger than him,” you blurted, before widening your eyes in horror at what you were implying.

Jason raised a scarred eyebrow.

“I mean- you- your build,” you quickly explained, “Your frame. Shoulders. Length. Big.”

“Length?” he smirked.

“Height!” you almost yelled.

Jason leaned closer to you and frowned. “Am I making you nervous?”

You couldn’t bear his piercing eyes, so you looked down at your hands.

“I thought maybe you never wanted to see me again,” you confessed, “I thought maybe you were angry at me, and hated me.”

“I was,” he simply stated.

You looked at him in question.

“Angry at you. For a bit,” he sighed and leaned back against the couch, “But I was angry at everyone. You were no exception. I was just mad everyone had forgotten me. Especially those I cared about.”

“I never forgot you, Jason,” you vowed, “How could I ever?”

“Then why did you-” he cut himself off, “Nevermind. I just wanted to say that I’m not mad anymore. I get it. I was dead, and everyone moved on.”

He crossed his arms and again, you noticed how large his arms were. His face was more mature, jawline more defined and square, eyes now more deep set with extra dark circles underneath them. As if your body had a mind of its own, you reached out to his face and caressed the scar across his cheek.

Jason jumped slightly in surprise at the sudden contact, but then closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“You have more scars now,” you pointed out, “What happened?”

You felt his breath down your wrist.

“Another story for another day,” he smiled and opened his eyes. You took your hand away, blushing at how intimate that must have seemed to an onlooker. “Where’s Boy Wonder?”

“No idea,” you shrugged. “You want something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

“Aw, come on, Sunny!” he got up and walked to the kitchen, “It’s a Welcome Back, Jason party. Where are the fun drinks?”

He started opening your cabinets.

“Wow, make yourself at home, why don’t you?” you shook your head and went to join him.

“Mi casa es su casa,” he sang, “At least, that’s what Grayson told me when he gave me the address. Aha!”

He found the cabinet of liquors. “Wow, I’m quite impressed by his collection.”

“That’s my collection,” you corrected him, “Dick couldn’t tell the difference between tequila and rum even if his life depended on it. I have a variety. What do you feel like?”

“You’re the bartender,” he teased, “Surprise me.”

You nodded and proceeded to make him a drink. Jason sat down at the dining table and nosily looked through your files. That was one thing he and Dick had in common, at least.

You set down a whisky sour for him and yourself before clearing your paperwork to the side, giving him the side eye as you snatched a folder from his hands.

Taking a seat across from him, the both of you dinked glasses together and took a sip.

“Strong,” he commented, “That’s good.”

You accepted the compliment silently.

“So, you don’t know where Grayson’s at?” he inquired.

“Nope,” you replied, “I know he has missions sometimes. Helps out here and there. He’s gone for two or three days before he comes back home with a new bruise or cut. I don’t ask for details unless he starts to tell me about it.”

Your chest made an involuntary squeeze that you tried to hide. There were times when you had asked Dick, and he lied to you. You had arguments over where he was, and who he was with before.

Jason studied your poker face intently, and for a second, you felt as though he was interrogating you.

He took another sip.

“How’s business going?” he changed the subject, “I heard you never went back to the team.”

“I couldn’t,” you answered simply.

“Why not?”

“Everything reminded me of you. It hurt too much.”

A deafening silence. A look of guilt. A looming darkness that grew.

“Business is great, actually,” you went on. “And I enjoy the slower-paced nature of the work.”

“Ugh, even stake outs?” he made a face, not commenting on how your shadow became slightly bigger.

“Stake outs can be nice sometimes,” you argued, “Crank down the window, put the radio on, snack on some fries. Sometimes I read, as well. I’m used to spending long hours by myself.”

“Sounds like you haven’t changed much,” he smiled endearingly at you.

“Not even physically?” you pouted, “I’ve been going to the gym.”

He laughed at that. “Yes, I’ve noticed. You look much more… Mature?”

“Are you saying I look old, Todd?” you huffed.

“So fucking old. A hag.”

You stuck out your tongue at him and laughed together, as if nothing ever changed. As if he never died, as if you never grieved for him and longed for him.

“I’m kidding,” he conceded, “You look good. Really good. Dick’s a lucky guy.”

You frowned at the last comment. “It doesn’t bother you, does it? Me and Dick?”

Another pause. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Jason knew you well, so he knew how to answer you. His statement wasn’t a lie.

You heard the jingle of keys in the distance.

“Speak of the fucking devil,” Jason whispered into his drink before taking a big gulp.

“Honey, I’m ho- oh. Jason, I didn’t expect to find you here,” Dick stood in the doorway, stunned.

“Welcome back, babe,” you walked over and greeted your boyfriend with a kiss. For the first time, Dick looked slightly uncomfortable with your display of affection.

“You guys have been hanging out without me!” Dick whined, his child-like persona immediately taking over.

That was how Dick was. You noticed it after a few times with him, how he would mask his emotions or awkwardness with his happy, warm personality. He was a people person, charming his way anywhere and everywhere regardless of any situation.

Yet, you could see through it all. The grief, the aching fatigue, and the countless battle scars.

“Was just leaving,” Jason announced curtly.

“Ngaw, don’t be like that,” Dick tried to persuade him, “Stay a little while. We can catch up.”

“There’s nothing to catch up on,” Jason insisted, “Bye.”

He glanced once at you, and then left without saying a word.

There was a stark difference between the way he was with you and the way he was with Dick. In the short future, you would come to realize that it wasn’t that he was different with everyone else. Jason treated everyone else with the cold, rough demeanor you witnessed- but never you. You were the only one who knew him as though that Jason never died.

You saw Dick’s shoulders slump in disappointment. “How long was he here for?”

“About an hour?” you answered nonchalantly, going back to your case files.

“He has never spoken to me for more than 15 minutes,” Dick informed you, “Even then he would give non-committal answers.”

“Really?” you asked, frowning to yourself. It took just a little while for the both of you to go back to how things used to be. “Maybe he’s more upset at you since you’re his brother.”

“Nah, don’t think that’s it,” Dick came up behind you and nuzzled his face in your neck. “You smell good. Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” you hummed, “How was… Your mission?”

“Tiring,” he complained, “You choose a case already?”

“Maybe,” you replied, “Who was there?”

You heard Dick gulp. “Donna. Kon. Wally.”

“And?”

“Kori.”

You felt your chest tighten again. “Okay. I’m tired too. I think I’ll go to bed now.”

“You just drank coffee,” he pointed out, “You’re going to sleep now?”

“Or just lie in bed,” you responded, “Seeing Jason was… emotional.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he ran a hand through his dark, wavy hair.

“You coming?”

“I have to patrol,” he looked at you guiltily.

“But you just got back,” you argued.

“They can cover more ground when I’m around,” he explained. “Sorry. I’ll spend time with you tomorrow, okay?”

You smiled at him and reached a hand to press on his chest. He was so committed, and that’s what you loved about him. He really, truly cared.

“Just stay safe,” you gave him a deep kiss, tasting the cola chapstick he stole from you months ago.

“I’ll see you in the morning, darling,” he breathed.

That night you lay awake in bed, staring at darkness. You let your shadow go at night, allowing it to take over the room. A buzz came from your phone all of a sudden. Another unknown number.

You tapped it open.

This is my number if you need me. J.

It had been a while since you smiled whenever you lay alone, unable to sleep.

And how did you get mine?

You didn’t actually care. You were just so happy to be texting your best friend again.

I’m just a genius, Sunny. You staying up late to work?

You contemplated your answer.

No. Just couldn’t sleep. What do you do now, anyway? Do you patrol with the rest?

Sometimes. I mostly do my own thing now.

What thing?

Another story for another time, sunshine.

I’m glad you’re back, Jay. Thank you for seeing me today. Can we hang out soon?

We can hang out whenever you want.

You were typing a reply, but was interrupted by another message from him.

I missed you lots.

I missed you too, Jason. We have to get caught up with all the slumber parties we missed.

Don’t think Grayson would be too happy with that though.

My best friend is back from the dead. He can suck it up.

I’ll see you soon then?

You contemplated again.

What are you doing tomorrow? I got an interesting case. Wanna tag along?

***

Jason’s heart broke when he found out that you were with Dick. It was a large reason why he was so angry, and why he became so destructive. But he tried to stay angry at you, tried to hate you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. The years without you were lonely, and he tried to fill up the emptiness with rage.

It took him so long after Bruce brought him back to his senses to finally see you because he was practicing. He knew he couldn’t bear to look at you and Dick while you were together, so he practiced controlling his emotions so he wouldn’t snap and scare you away.

But when you opened the door and he saw your face for the first time in years, everything dissipated. He didn’t need to control any anger because all he felt was longing. It didn’t matter if you were in love with Dick, all that mattered was that you were there next to him.

“Okay, so,” you began as you pulled the car to a stop in a street at Diamond District. “Rupert Thorne.”

“The guy who is running for mayor?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, browsing through the documents, “He allegedly backed Hill in the previous elections, but now he is running against Hill. My client wants me to find evidence of corruption and find out who his sponsors are.”

Jason saw the way your brows stitched together as you read through the file.

It was difficult to be in the same car as you. Even though he was in the passenger seat, he felt like it was a small closet, being suffocated by your demanding presence.

“Why doesn’t he sponsor himself? Isn’t he some sort of closeted crime lord too?” Jason asked.

“I guess that’s the mystery,” you hummed, “He must have been promised something, or he must have promised something- if he wins.”

You smelled like warm cinnamon and vanilla. All Jason wanted to do was to bury his face in your neck and breathe you in. The pull he felt towards you was almost physical. He needed to stop himself from touching you, from claiming you.

“So what’s the first step?” he tried to focus on the case.

“He works in that building there,” you looked outside across the street to the tall mirrored tower. “COO of Trident Shipping Company. He’s doing quite well in popularity lately… Articles say he is modest and humble, charming, thoughtful, charitable… The list goes on. Must have a great PR team.”

Jason smiled to himself. You were starting to think out loud, a habit of yours he noticed one night during a strategy meeting with the team. So many years ago.

“Anyway, we want to see where he goes, who he meets, what he does-”

“Oh no,” Jason groaned, “You scammed me into a stakeout!”

He really didn’t mind if it meant spending long hours with you in your cozy car.

“It’ll be fun!” you tried to convince him, “We can catch up in the meantime! Plus, I do also need to bug his phone. Might need your help with that. I also have some metka, so maybe we can pollinate some lead suspects once we narrow them down and-”

“Woah, woah, woah, hold up,” Jason started chuckling in disbelief, “First of all- one step at a time, please. Let’s make a structured flowchart first before you start rambling off fifty-seven steps ahead. Second of all- metka, are you fucking with me right now? How did you get your hands on Soviet Cold War tech?”

Metka or spy dust- chemically known as nitrophenyl pentadienal or NPPD- was an old and outdated, yet still effective, Russian method of marking or tagging suspected CIA agents during the Cold War by the KGB. It was a discreet powder that stuck to everything. They would tag the agents at the airport, and then anything the agent touched would have traces of the dust. Including Russian assets- spies or informants working for the CIA. They would be able to identify the traitors.

“I’m a PI,” you said smugly, “I’m resourceful.”

Yes, you were. Jason beamed proudly at you. But he said, “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, how about the bug?”

“I have this-” you rummaged through your messenger bag and took out a small silver card the size of a hotel matchbox. It had the Bat sigil.

“So I assume you have Batman’s NFC card because you’re resourceful?” Jason teased. He knew the gadget well. The near field communication device allowed hijacking into another electronic device with NFC just by near contact. It could allow for cloning the device, or installing spyware.

You stuck your tongue at him childishly.

“I wonder what Batman would think of you stealing his gadgets for personal use,” Jason jested.

“Okay, I borrowed it from DIck, and it’s not like I’m using it for personal reasons. This is a highly professional operation,” you huffed, “Anyway, if you could let me finish telling you my plan. It says that Thorne is into French girls and he usually comes out for a smoke break around this time.”

“And?”

“I will be bumping into him. The NFC needs about 30 seconds of contact. I’ll slip the card in the pocket where he keeps his phone. But in case I can’t stick around to take it out, you will have to come walking behind me to pickpocket it from him.”

“Sounds good. What if he’s using his phone?”

“I’ll bump it out of his hand and apologize profusely,” you grinned. “Okay I need to get ready.”

You unbuttoned your weathered leather jacket to reveal a white top with a low neckline, giving Jason a good view of your cleavage.

“Uhhh,” he started awkwardly.

You ignored him and looked in the mirror, smearing lipstick on your lips and smacking them. Then, you ruffled your hair to give it more volume before turning to face him with a “How do I look?”

The red you chose for your lipstick matched your skin tone perfectly. And he never noticed you had a tiny cute mole on the top of your left breast. The way your hair was effortlessly messy made Jason imagine that was how you would look like in the mornings, or when he takes a handful of it while kissing you rough-

“G-great,” he complimented weakly.

If he hadn’t already died, then you were going to be the death of him.

“Oh shit, there he is,” you opened the car. “Quick, hang around a few feet behind me.”

Jason saw you strut as you approached Thorne. He was tall and handsome, and looked good for a man his age. Jason could tell that his suit was expensive. His coat was probably cashmere. He could see why Thorne was so popular. He definitely looked the part. He was talking on his phone, and he was now curious as to what you had in mind.

From down the block and in the crowd, Jason saw you pretend to talk on your phone in perfect French, rushing somewhere unknown. He didn’t notice the cup you were carrying before.

“Ah, putain! I am zo zorr’y, Monsieur!” you bumped hard into Thorne, spilling liquid all over his coat and yourself.

Thorne looked surprised, and then pocketed his phone in his coat. “It’s quite alright.”

“No, no, pleez. Let me ‘elp you,” you made a fuss. You took out a handkerchief from your bag and simultaneously shrugged off your jacket. Jason smirked to himself. No hot-blooded male would be able to resist the sight of you in a wet white low neckline t-shirt.

“Let me pay for your dry cleaning,” you worried, “Oh, putain it speeled down here too.”

You got on your knees and started dabbing the hem of his coat.

“You really don’t have to do that,” Thorne smiled and held your shoulder in a gesture to help you up.

“I am really zo zorr’y,” you looked up at him.

A flash of lust sparked Thornes’ eyes, and Jason knew you were batting your eyelashes at him from that angle. It made him want to punch Thorne square in the jaw.

“It’s really alright, madam,” he insisted, “It was my fault for standing in the middle of a busy pedestrian walkway.”

“I should ‘ave watched where I was walking,” you bit your lip and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Well, let’s just both move on from this. Please don’t worry, I can get my assistants to get me another coat,” he rested his hand on your lower back as he walked you towards the street. “Here is my business card. Feel free to contact me if you need any help navigating the city. I would love to show you all the fine restaurants in Gotham.”

“Monsieur, you are too kind,” you pouted.

“I should thank you for bumping into me,” he winked, “It’s not everyday I get to see a beautiful lady.”

You pretended to blush.

“I have to go now,” he announced, “Please give me a call.”

And with that, he entered the building.

You walked towards Jason with the look of a kid who scored his first goal.

But then, facing him now, Jason swore under his breath. No wonder you managed to bewitch Thorne so easily.

Your shirt was practically see through, and everyone was turning their heads at you. He could see your black lacy bra, and how your tits bounced as you jogged towards him.

“Hells to the yes!” you celebrated, “That was more than thirty seconds. I got the card back and- what are you doing?”

Jason had grabbed your jacket and forcefully put it over your shoulders. “Let’s hurry back to the car.”

Yeah, you were going to be the death of him.

#jason todd #dc comics #batman #red hood #dick grayson #jason todd/reader #dick grayson/reader

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ijbolz · 4 months

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giver piwon... and what exactly they love to give

piwon hyung line x fem!reader 🌨️ some smut headcanons (mentions of piv, oral sex, fingering, etc) a bit self indulgent🫣

a/n: pls forgive me guys if my writing may seem a bit rough right now because im trying to ease back into it after being busy with finals a few weeks ago.! also this is my second time trying to make this post bc tumblr decided to be shitty and delete my draft🥲 oh well...

KEEHO ┊ what use would it be if he's spending hours sweating it off at the gym and he's not gonna use his arms to keep you in place. trembling underneath his hold with your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth. especially if you love a man that makes it clear that he's in charge, asserts control over you if his words aren't enough to do so, until he has no choice but to resort to manhandling you instead. unless that's what you're really aiming for, he's not that difficult to talk to.

have you seen kyo's hands? he'll play dumb and pretend he doesn't notice the way your eyes are almost always locked onto his veiny hands whenever you hang out or... accompany him while he works out. sometimes it becomes a surprise whenever a lil work out session doesn't end up with the both of you fucking.

oh… but when the two of you can't help the heated situation, then kyo's one to greatly enjoy catching you off guard. fucking you with his fingers too good until you fall apart—the weight of your frame leaning against his own as you get lost within the bliss from the repeated pump of his digits. and when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore than what he’s giving you, he’s quick to restlessly plow his fingers slick with your wetness while he watches you writhe from his unforgiving thrusts.

his other hand unabashedly snakes from the messy sheets and against the swell of your breasts before stuffing two digits inside your mouth, earning a high sob from your throat. fuck… if only you knew just how much effect you had on him, especially with the spit dribbling by the corner of your lips until kyo can’t help but urge himself impossibly closer to your figure.

“suck,” the warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your spine, doing so while his tongue traces the shell of your ear, the wet muscle a contrast to the trail of saliva hitting the cold air. kyo would teasingly try to mimic the way you’re swirling your tongue around his fingers, pressing his lips flush against your neck before sucking just the way you like it.

THEO ┊ if you want to have giver!theo then… work for it.

would all start from the moment he accidentally stumbles upon your little toy stash the time he’d be looking for something else in your shared apartment. i just know the gears in his head would be turning once he’d laid his eyes on your filthy little secret, silently pacing back into the living room where you’re situated on the couch, unknowing of what’s to come before you.

“so did you find what you were… looking for…” your words trail off the second your eyes met the object taeyang’s clutching between his fingers, an object far too familiar for you and yet you wanted to keep it a secret from him for now, heart hammering in your chest.

…because you know just how much your boyfriend can be a menace, especially when he gets you reduced to an adorable mess from his control. your muddied thoughts aren’t helping the situation.

and that’s how he’s gotten everything into a quick blur, your head thrown back on the surface of the couch, pillows forgotten on the floor and everything, while the weight of his hand keeps your trembling legs spread. your vision’s turning hazy from the shuddering pleasure of your vibrator taeyang repeatedly buries into your wet cunt.

“should’ve hid them better then,”

he mumbles, staring back into your beady little eyes like he knows the exact words swimming inside your mind. and what if you wanted him to discover them anyway?

“keeping a stash of toys and using them by yourself seems like no fun, you know you could always ask for my help, right?” he’s mean, asking in a tantalizing tone while your mouth’s stuffed with your panties the whole time.

and when he does really focus on your pleasure, it’ll take a while before he decides to give it his all, settling on using your toys with the promise of only sinking his cock into your hole once he’s satisfied with the amount of orgasms he’s able to get out of you first.

JIUNG ┊ if he's got something to want to endlessly give you, then it would be pleasure. which comes in different forms of course, but in this case, you won’t even have to beg him for it, he’d probably be the one to plead you to use his cock all you want to get yourself off.

he knows how much it drives you insane, so naturally he knows how to work it.

always talks about how he needs to have you in positions where he can plow you into the mattress better, so i don’t think it would be that much of a shocker if one of his favorite positions during sex would be to fold you into a mating press.

especially once he’s gotten his plan to put a ring on your finger out of the way, jiung’s quick to spoil you like never before. not like he's not already treating you delicately to the point he doesn't even want your foot to touch the bare ground… if that’s even possible.

anyway, he’s always one to dream about a future with you, wanting to settle down and move into your own home where he could spend more happy memories with you and of course, fuck you good undisturbed. enough of quickies at the dorm or whatever, where there’s a high risk of getting caught by other people.

he’s one to value his privacy especially when he’s the type to take his time especially during the act.

only and if only he could put into words just how much he loves staring down at you when you're blissed out of your mind. he jogs back to his memories of your disheveled frame tearfully moaning out underneath him while he struggles to keep steady thrusts with the plush walls of your cunt engulfing his length, pulsing around him harshly whenever he hits that one spot.

"just like that..." he'd hear you whimper out with trembling lips, sneaking in a few gropes on your ass with a gentle kiss on your forehead. fuck, he’d wanna keep at it forever. especially when he gets to witness your gasp for air every time he sinks his cock back into your needy hole. and with the sight of his warm cum seeping down the sheets once he pulls out from the sticky mess you’d made, he’s long gone from being sane.

INTAK ┊ in usual settings, intak loves to make you feel like such a princess to the point all of your friends can’t help but gush about how lucky you are. intak's never ashamed to admit you got him wrapped around your finger, pressing soft kisses on the crook of your neck while he tells you how he’s literally brought to this world just to serve you.

"and i want to make it known to you just how much i want to pleasure you all i can," he says to you with that familiar croak in his voice, and it may sound cheesy in other scenarios. yet it sends a different surge through your core when your boyfriend's got you meekly spread out for him, sopping cunt drooling perfectly while his warm breath hovers on your trembling skin.

his doe eyes are a sight for comfort, not like it ever leaves you, never ashamed to run his gaze from your flushed face over your bare figure. clothes long gone to reveal your chest heaving up and down, until his gaze locks back onto your pulsing cunt, clit swollen and needy just for him.

if only you could read his mind, know just how starved he feels for your essence drooling from your hole, glistening just to heighten the building desire from his throbbing cock even though he's eaten you out far too much that he can count.

intak's a very passionate lover. he'd let you know so obviously from the way he laps up like you as if it's the first time he's going down on his girl, like you'd purposely let him hung dry for days. when in fact he'd beg to eat you out almost everyday if you could, finding it difficult to deny especially when he'd stare at you with his dopey little grin you came to adore.

#p1h smut #p1harmony smut #keeho smut #theo smut #jiung smut #intak smut

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madlumqx · 2 years

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how they would kiss you. | multiple. jjk.

synopsis | how the men in jjk would kiss you.

who | nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, inumaki toge

warning | a tad bit suggestive (toji's) so minors pls dni or skip that part!, unbeta'd reading, established!relationship, gn!reader

a/n | i stumbled upon this trope list by @urfriendlywriter and just had the biggest spark to write ,,, like ever. writing this and relating the types of kisses based on my own personal headcanons ! chosen hottie for the cover is gojo ^-^

— NANAMI KENTO.

i chose goodbye kisses for him.

strikes me as the type who would pull you in for a lingering kiss every damn time before he leaves for work, a walk, grocery shopping, or just when he leaves for anything without you by his side.

as a man who prefers intimate moments with his significant other in the peace of his own home, he makes sure to make his affections known.

"y/n? i'll be leaving now." your boyfriend announces as he sets his coffee mug on the table and heads for the front door of your small home together.

you knew what he meant by that and make your way towards him from the living room, a small smile on your lips as you stare at him adoringly. a tiny smile of his own forming as your figure approaches him.

his big arms circle around your frame and pull you in, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, nose, then finally a lingering one to your lips. "i shall be home right before you know it, okay?" he mumbles against your lips, unwilling to let you go.

"mhm, i know, ken. you hate going into overtime. but please go now before you get late yourself." you scold him a bit, patting his chest as you place another kiss to his lips. "be safe out there, okay?"

"always, my love. i'll come back home to you soon."

— GOJO SATORU.

messy kisses for this one!

listen to me first !! ik this man would be an incredible kisser but in the heat of the moment?

yeah, he won't be holding back. with your hair and his all messed up with the sheets wrinkled as the make out session gets heated.

it started out a playful fight; gojo started a tickle battle between the both of you but someone ended up with him on top of you with your lips now connected with his.

your digits curl into his snow-like hair as his teeth bite into the plush area of your lips, tongue swiping against its lower brim to appease you a bit before exploring the familiar warmth of your mouth. the rustling of the sheets and your breathless whimpers replacing the boisterous laughter the two of you had just moments earlier.

your boyfriend leans back to stare at you with a cocky grin, placing a few more kisses to your lips before licking it playfully, causing you to pull against his hair. "geez baby, you could've told me you had a thing for hair pulling." he says, eyes staring at your bruised lips.

"you look so fuckin' pretty when i kiss you like that."

— GETO SUGURU.

HNG THIS MAN I SWEAR

n e wayz, he gets the type of kiss wherein you just know they're the one for you, that they're the one you can see your whole life with.

fell for you first but denied it until the moment his lips met yours after having a long fight.

now he wants nothing more than to just be with you for eternity.

sat by the kitchen island, you busied yourself with a book just to clear your mind from the fight you just had with geto. it was the first one the two of you had ever since he moved in with you after your previous roommate left.

you couldn't even remember the cause of the fight in the first place.

hearing his footsteps behind you, you sigh. "geto, please don't. i don't want to f-" your words were cut off when the seat swiveled and you were facing him, his face distraught. "geto what are you-"

you couldn't even continue as his lips landed on yours, his hands caging you in as he grips the table for support. despite being so stunned, you felt yourself slowly let go and enjoy the feeling of his brims against yours. like it was always meant to be like that.

"forgive me, y/n." geto says as soon as he breaks the kiss, looking at you with an expression mixed of guilt and relief. "i... i just needed confirmation that my feelings were true. i... i couldn't handle the fight we had and thought i was going insane for how i felt. but this confirmed that i want you in my life forever now."

"you don't have to worry, geto. i feel just the same way as you do."

— TOJI FUSHIGURO.

hehe needy kisses for this mfkin hottie.

daddiest of all the daddies.

what else can i say about this man? he fucks like a GOD.

didn't really kiss whenever he does anyone

you're the only exception though.

if his lips weren't on yours, the moans you were producing would probably be heard throughout the entire neighborhood you were living in.

toji's fingers were toying with your nipples as his lips kissed you roughly, teeth biting into your bottom lip as he groans at the sound of your whine from the pain you had just felt. it was music to his ears to hear that come from you; it was addicting on his end.

you moaned even more when you felt him teasingly grind his hard cock against you, making him smirk to himself.

"want all of this, darling? work for it then."

— MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

baby right here gets shy kisses!

our introverted boy would be red in the ears as he feels your kiss

would slowly get addicted to it though.

but would never initiate it unless he really wanted it; still, would be very shy, probably act all nonchalant about it.

unsure of how it happened, megumi was frozen in his place. he was hyperaware of his hands resting against your hips while you lean in. his heart was beating a thousand times faster than when he would go out on crazy missions with his classmates.

he liked you for the longest time but never really did anything to make it known until yuji's loudmouth slipped it out in a conversation with you in earshot. now he's here.

the kiss was sweet and innocent, yet his heart couldn't seem to calm down.

your lips on his sent his mind into overdrive, you tasted like a mix of chocolate and strawberries, the ones the two of you ate before everything spiraled into the very moment the both of you are in right now.

once you pulled away, megumi hid his face against the crook of your neck mumbling how he liked it and how you were such a good kisser. just don't mention his red ears and flushed face.

— YUJI ITADORI.

yo fr ,,, he just soft kisses for me.

imagine a sunday afternoon with him, watching something on the tv or sitting on his lap while he plays games

and just peppers you with loving kisses from time to time

IM JUST— 🥺🥺🥺

itadori admires you so damn much. he's a clingy mf whenever you're around and would flaunt you at any given point bcs sometimes he can't believe himself how he manages to have you as his lover.

but there are also days when he just wants to have you in his arms and have you all to himself without any interruptions; like this pretty sunday afternoon where the two of you are situated on the bed, all snuggled up while he plays games and you're just watching him.

"you good there?" he asks, eyes glued to the screen as he defeats one final boss, placing a kiss to your forehead. you muster a nod, feeling the drowsiness settle in.

judging by the lack of your response, he pauses the game and looks at you with adoration evident in his eyes. yuji leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, eyes, nose, wherever his lips could land before peppering your lips with multiple kisses.

"go sleep now, y/n. i'll be here when you wake up." he says, hugging you even closer to him.

— INUMAKI TOGE.

brOOOO resonates with kisses on your body so much.

not even the sexual kind (though he does that)

with his lack of words most of the time, he would do pretty much anything else just to make his love for you known.

which includes the plethora of kisses you get from him on the daily.

"shake." inumaki says as he flops on the bed next to you, clearly exhausted from the mission he had to do with the others. you smile and open your arms for your boyfriend who's clearly excited to just melt in your embrace.

"hello to you too, handsome." you greet him, kissing his forehead which he repays with kisses of his own. placing some on your lips, jawline, neck, collarbones, even your arms and hands which caused you to chuckle.

"did you miss me that much?" you ask him, to which he nods. he looks at you with expectancy.

"okay fine i'll tell you all the gossip from work today too."

PEEPEEPOOPOO jjk men said you should reblog this !!

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suzayaaa · 4 months

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choose 5 moots! what do you think of when you see their usernames or when you talk to them? (i.e: the ocean, because—)

anon i know the wait time for this was criminal please forgive me 🙏 also i reinterpreted your question a little bit. since i usually don't think about anything particular when i talk to someone, i decided to compare our conversations to different feelings/experiences. also i chose 4 moots instead of 5... i couldn't decide on the last one 😭 i hope you don't mind all the changes!!

@polarisjisung & midnight sky. maybe it’s her previous layout (iykyk) or maybe it’s the conversations we have, but i feel the same calmness from looking at the night sky and talking to hua. it’s like you’re shutting down whatever is going on in your life, but not in a bad way, just giving yourself a rest and a moment to relax. i feel relaxed when i talk with her.

@xdjville & a group project. not the one where you do all the work lol. i think it's because of our first conversation, but when we talked at the time it felt like we were teaming up to create something (we did, in a way). so, yk, those group projects where everyone is involved and you all kinda get inspired and motivated by each other.

@jammingjaem & cleaning my room (pls hear me out). i live in a "controlled mess", but sometimes it gets too messy and out of my control. cleaning my room sets my goals and to-do list straight for me. with lex, we most often talk about our writing, give each other tips, ideas, etc, especially if we're stuck on something in our writing process. lex is such a helpful and positive person and after talking to her i always know what to do—just like after cleaning my room.

@hugs2doie & drinking coffee. i usually drink coffee when i'm busy and have too much stuff to do and too little brain capacity to do it. drinking coffee allows my brain to catch up, and almost reassures me that i can, actually, do the thing. it's motivating and reassuring, and so is talking to nini.

i think i need new moots for these games… nothing wrong with my besties tho <3

#suza’s anons #suza’s ramble radio

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inkstainedhandswithrings · 2 years

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201 Dialogue Prompts (almost)

Hello beautiful people! So, over the years, I've been collection writing prompts (mainly dialogue) and I wanted to put them all in one place. So here are 201 writing prompts! Feel free to reblog/use them yourself.

Unfortunately these are not really sorted into categories, so reading through these might be a bit messy. Hope you still enjoy them tho!!

Some of these are pretty old, so I tried to rewrite them to include 3 pronouns, but if I missed any pls dm me and I'll fix it! 🤍

My requests are not currently open, but my asks are. Meaning I won't do requests, but if you sent me something and my brain goes "oooh yes!" there....there's a good chance I'll do it 😅

"You have alienated everyone you loved. And now? Now you're all alone."

"In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

"I trusted you!" "Now, now. Don't blame me for your poor life choices."

"I said to make a SMALL fire! This is NOT a SMALL fire!". "You know, size is really just relative. You can hardly blame me."

"So, what's your plan?" "My plan!? My plan was to follow your plan!"

"That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly stupid idea. Let's do it and see what happenes."

"I lied because I didn't want you to know how much it hurt me."

"Do you trust me?" "No." "Smart kid."

"How do we keep on getting ourselves in these kind of situations?" "[A number] years of friendship and I still don't know."

"I hate you." "Why? I'm lovely."

"I don't know if I should kiss you or shove you of a bridge." "Can I pick?"

"By the gods. You love her, don't you?"

"I didn't have these kind of problems when I was dead."

"Never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to stay alive."

"B-but.." "You made your choice and I made mine. Just because you can't live without me doesn't mean I can't live without you."

"If you were logical, you would have killed me already."

"Where did you learn how to do that?"

"I'm only telling the truth when I say that you have not behaved completely as a gentleman in this matter."

"What? I meant it as a compliment."

"You found it on the beach? You know, when most people take a walk on the beach, they pick up seashells."

“Look at me. I love you.”

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I'm afraid we can't allow ourselves to do that."

“Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.”

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.” "Well, then it's good that I don't believe in fate."

“You don’t know half of the things you do to me.”

"So you're not going to say anything?" "No." "I think you should. You'll regret it if you don't."

"Wait, don't pull away... Not yet." "Forgive me if I'm misreading this, but do you want to make out?"

"Can you quit being sarcastic, it's the lowest form of wit"

"I don't believe in never," he/she/they said. "I don't believe in always," he/she/they countered. "Well, opposites attract." "Never," he/she/they raised an eyebrow. "Always," he/she/they finished, smirking.

"One day, you will underestimate me again. And you will regret it."

"I'm right here, completely at your mercy. Why don't you just kill me?" "While it would make my life a lot easier, it would also make it a lot more boring. I prefer the world with you in it... for now, anyways."

"Love is scary. This feeling of falling terrifies me. The only way it ends is with hitting the ground." "Not if I catch you." "You can't catch me if you're falling with me." "Darling, I started falling long before you did."

"What one soul conciders evil, another might consider righteous. But black and white can become gray so easily. "

He/She/Theyfound the note he/she/they left him/her/them, his/her/their name written finely in pitch black ink. He/She/They read it once. Then twice. Then eight more times. After folding it neatly, he/she/they took one last look, set it alight, and walked away.

"You think your better than me." "I don't 'think'. I know."

"Can I kiss you?"

"I thought you didn't want me."

"But the way I feel when I'm with you... it's... indescribable."

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"I simply can't stay away from you."

"I promised, didn't I?"

"I love you a lot more than you believe."

"What you're doing is wrong."

"You almost got killed! And for what? An artifact that shouldn't even belong to you."

"You seem a bit tense."

"Your hands are cold."

"You have something in your hair."

"You can't just leave me behind like everyone else you used to love! Not this time!"

"I don't know how I lived without you for so long."

"You deserve so much better than me."

"You know what? You're right. I do. But I don't want better than you, I want you!"

"Well, I might hate you more but I'll never love you less."

"Loving you was never easy," he/she/they acknowledged. "But it was fun, right?" He/She/They asked, raising his/her/their eyebrows. He/She/They looked at his/her/their feet, trying to hide his/her/their small smile. "Fun... That's one way to describe it." "How else would you?" "Chaotic and dangerous and peculiar?" "Sounds like fun to me."

"How can you call it love when it hurts you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it."

"You are not a person one simply settles for. I would consider myself lucky, if I ever had a chance with a person like you."

"Oh man, I've had the worst day ever."

"Apologize. Right now."

"No, it's really not that complicated. He's a bad person."

"I haven't tried this on a human yet, but it should be very similar."

"Humility is not one of my many virtues."

"The next time you shoot a guy, maybe don't do it on national television."

"Grief is the prize you pay for love."

"Let me drive for awhile.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

“Come here. Let me fix it.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Take my seat.”

“I saved a piece for you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You can have half."

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Can I have this dance?”

“I made your favourite.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Watch your step.”

“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“You can borrow mine.”

“You might like this.”

“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.”

“Look both ways.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Try some.”

“Drive safely.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“One more chapter.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“It looks good on you.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“That’s okay, I bought two.”

“After you.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I like your laugh.”

“Don’t cry."

“I made this for you.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Is this okay?”

“I picked these for you.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“What do you want to watch?"

“You can go first.”

“Did you get my letter?”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have fun.”

“Sit down, I’ll get it.”

“I made reservations.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“There is enough room for both of us.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Wow.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I’ll pick it up after work.”

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“It’s two sugars, right?”

“I’ll help you study.”

“Stay over."

“I did the dishes.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“I bought you a ticket.”

“You’re warm.”

“No reason.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Take mine.”

“We can share.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I want you to have this.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“Is your seatbelt on?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

“The key is under the mat.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re important too.”

“I saved you a seat.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“I noticed.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I believe in you.”

“You can do it.”

“Good luck.”

“I brought you an umbrella.”

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Take a deep breath."

“Be careful.”

“I love you.”

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

"Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

"What's your issue?" "WHAT'S YOUR ISSUE?!"

“You say you love me. So what? You wouldn’t be the first and you certainly won’t be the last.”

“I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you.”

“Despite what many think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

"Take one more step in that direction and I will kill you.”

“How funny. You thought I cared.”

“This is what I was trying to avoid! All of this!”

“I am not a prize to be won.”

“Nothing matters anymore."

“Tell me what happened. Tell me why everything changed.”

“You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!

“Jesus, you’re acting like you don’t even want to touch me!”

“All the money in the world can’t make you happy. How am I supposed to?”

“You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?”

“You betrayed me!”

“I’m trying, can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”

“You’ll die and I can’t watch the person I love die.”

“I don’t love you. I never have.”

“Do not try and spin this to be my fault instead of yours.”

“For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!”

"Are you sober?" "I'm moderately functional." "I'll take that as a no."

"This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went pretty well."

"I'm fine." "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking at me."

#phie writes stuff #prompts #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #my prompts #prompt list #writing ideas #asks #I guess

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imagionationstation · 2 years

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Your posts of Donnie12 are my LIFE SAVOR!

Donnie is probs the hardest brother out of the bunch I can get a character grasp outside of smart, sarcastic brother that’s a bit of a simp. I didn’t wanna do him injustice in the fic I’m writing so if it’s no trouble, can you make a list of your head cannons of him pls?

No trouble?! No trouble?!

Excuse you! I love any excuse to spread my love of the purple genius and educate people on why he is a lovable green bean! In reality, I should be thank you for this ask! Thank you!!!

*ahem* *looks through millions of notes*

Hmmm… This sounds like a character development type question? Let’s check out my headcanons for those…

Mhmm, mhmm, mmmmm, ah!

HERE WE GO

DONNIE AND HIS BROS:

Mikey and Donnie have bonded over being the youngest brothers the same way that Leo and Raph bonded over being the eldest. Donnie appreciates Mikey because he’s the one person that he doesn’t feel like he has to prove himself too. Mikey treats him as an equal and he’s the only brother who (somewhat) supports his hopes of winning over April. He gets annoyed with his little brother’s antics like all older siblings do, but that stems from the fact Mikey does many things that trigger his OCD. He forgives him easily. Just like Donnie understands Mikey’s hyperactivity; Mikey understands his brother’s compulsive nature.

Donnie and Raph are brain and brawn, and when they compare one another in that way, they always hit walls in terms of their relationship. Raph will always have a strength that that Donnie can’t tap, which will make him insecure. Donnie has brains that Raph can’t tap, so that makes him insecure. When they can look past this, there’s a lot they have in common. Passionate, strong-willed, and determined to protect their family no matter how it effects their well-being. They’re the middle children, so they know how it feels to have less attention then the heir and baby brother, and when to be there for each other when it counts.

Donnie and Leo are the most mature of the group. While Raph only jokes about it, Donnie truly sees Leo as- in a sense- perfect. He’s a confident older brother who lives up to expectations, never fails when they need him most and never stops trying no matter how difficult things get, carries his families burdens without faltering, acts only in their best interests, can face death without blinking, and can even flirt with the girl that he likes and get a positive reaction in return.

Leo is everything that Donnie aspires to be, but fears that he never can. He’ll do just about anything to earn his approval, and feels like a failure when his inventions or experiments can’t reach his expectations. Donnie’s willingness to complete tasks does lead Leo to push to hard. The team genius does have his limits, and will snap when the pressure gets to much. That’s usually where their arguments stem from. He desires to prove himself, and gets frustrated when anything gets in the way of that.

FLASHBACK TO MIKEY EXPLANATION:

I mentioned that Donnie has OCD. THIS IS CANON. And lemme tell you it explains SO MUCH. What IS headcanon is my theories about what OCD does. So here we go:

-Donnie can’t tolerate people messing with his stuff. Everything has a place and they are set there for good reason. When his brothers come in and touch his things, it risks ruining the order he has for his lab. (It may look messy at times, but he put those things there, so that’s deemed their place, at least for the moment).

-OCD comes with emotional irregulation, which is why Donnie tends to go from calm to high-strung at a moment’s notice. Even though it drives them nuts at times, his brothers understand that him letting it out as an unnecessary shrill rant is healthier than him locking up the stress and fear that could be dangerous to his mental health. They’ll tease him for it, but have never actually pushed him to stop.

-His OCD also gives him a constant anxiety, which he usually chooses to handle by working or studying in order to make the nerves go away. He does his best to keep it under control in battle by focusing on the mission, even if his brother’s constant pushing to “go faster” makes it all the more difficult.

-Because of the intrusive thoughts that come with OCD, Donnie sometimes sees himself the way that humans do; as a monster and a freak. One of the reasons that he got so obsessed with April (after the original crush wears off) was because she was a human who accepted him as he was, and he wanted to prove his fears wrong by winning her over. His compulsive tendencies lead him to do things like stalk her and build questionable gifts. His brothers understand this, even if they don’t approve.

THERE ARE OTHERS BUT I’M MOVING ON NOW-

Donnie can’t handle being sick. He’s no germaphobe and he won’t hesitate to care for an ill family member (if they’ll let him. Raph can be stubborn). It’s being sick itself that he can’t handle. He’s investigated every sickness known to man, and it always ends up being his undoing. He’s terrified that whatever he has is so much worse than the simple fever that his brothers keep telling him it is, and is convinced he’s on his death bed. The only way to keep him calm is company and contact. He’ll continue to irrationally fear for his life, but he takes comfort in knowing that he’ll die surrounded by those he loves.

Donnie has been shocked and electrocuted so many times that his body has actually developed a tolerance to it. He theorizes it has to do with the mutant cells adapting to the abuse. It comes in handy when he’s strapped down during Fourfold Trap.

Donnie would do a lot for Leo. Space Heroes is where he draws the line. He doesn’t understand his fascination with it and can’t go a minute without pointing out an inconsistency in the plot or questioning Captain Ryan’s morals. After a few months, Leo had to start waiting until he knew Donnie wasn’t around to turn it on.

Better safe than sorry.

Out of all his brothers, Donnie is the last one to learn how to talk. Not because he couldn’t or struggled, simply because he chose not to. He read and he could interact with his brothers and father with chirps and churrs. The day that he did choose to talk, he shocked Splinter out of his fur when he calmly used full sentences.

Donnie built Metalhead to assist the team and never stopped trying to make him worthy of Leo’s approval. At some point along the way, he subconsciously started looking at Metalhead like his own kid: Someone to be taught and taken care of. After losing him, Donnie just couldn’t bring himself to make another, because he knew his lil’ buddy was one of a kind.

Everyone thinks that Donnie hates Leo’s wars with the toaster, but in reality, he doesn’t mind. The repairs are never difficult and his older brother always feels guilty for putting something else on his list, so he hangs out with Donnie as he fixes it. Donnie enjoys the excuse for bonding outside of training or missions. Leo even helps Donnie around the lab sometimes, as it’s mention in an episode when someone knocks against the ShellRaiser that Leo “just waxed her!”

Leo’s the only one who knows about Donnie’s nightmares about Slash. Not only is the memory of being sought out and forcefully separated terrifying, but Donnie knows Raph still cares about ‘Spike’ and doesn’t want to hurt him by reminding him of what Slash did. He’s relieved when Slash goes to the good side, but being around the large snapping turtle still makes him nervous.

If I keep going, I will headcanon myself into oblivion- THAT’S ALL, FOLKS

Maybe. Possibly. For now :)

Thanks again for the ask!!

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lune-de-miel-au-paradis · 8 months

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The attack

Summary: Nina found a new job which leads to serious complications with Felix and a bounty hunter

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of violence, wounds, medication, hospital, anxiety, mutual pining, idiots in love, angst. (Let me know if I left out something.) Minors DNI!

Sentences in italics is an inner monologue, a thought.

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. Remember it’s a slow burn! If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language.

Also huge thank you for lovely @hellhound5925 to beta reading it and help me arrange my messy mind.💖💖

Please enjoy reading!

previous chapter

divider by the lovely Saradika

The smell of detergent wafted through the air. Nina coughed a little and began wiping the surface until the sticky jam stain was gone.

"Why are you doing this job, would you mind reminding me?" asked Polina via comm.

"Because it was the only job that hires quickly in the long-term and pays well." Nina explained and continued wiping up the shiny surfaces.

"I understand, but couldn't a droid do that job?"

"Not in this household. The husband is a bit paranoid since the last time their system was hacked. And the credit is good for me anyway."

"But why now?"

"Because if I don't work, I will never have a bank deposit nor my own life. By the way, the new med treatment is a bit more expensive."

"But why don't you simply ask Felix? That bastard owes you at least that much."

"HA! I'd rather chew on shard glass than borrow from the person I hate the most in the Galaxy! Polina, have you fallen on your head?! What a stupid question. "

"But still, he is your father..."

"I don’t have a father!” sighed ” Polina I don't feel like deep diving about this topic at the moment, okay? The bottom line is, I'll finish in two hours, and we can have dinner together at home."

"About that... yeah sorry but I'm stuck in the library, I have to write two papers till the end of this standard week."

“Okay, then. Good luck with that! Text me when you're done.”

Nina found this job two standard days ago. A wealthy family was looking for a humanoid cleaning crew for their house on Naboo for the season. They had some big brokerage company, they received the young woman with respect, maybe a little coldly, but Nina didn't mind. They did not disturb her while she was working, so she could listen to the course material through her headset.

Everything was going well until it wasn't. While cleaning, she noticed the presence of a familiar man. Felix! ... Her father. Nina felt a bitter taste in her mouth, she didn't want to see the man she despised more than anyone in the Galaxy. But it seems she can't avoid him since he moved back to the city of Theed, running into him twice in two weeks. These two meetings were more than the young woman would have liked.

Nina tried to do her work out of his sight, which she succeeded, only for a few hours.

That man made her nervous, rightfully so because he approached her quite harshly. When she was putting away a few items, she cleaned the workroom. As soon as the host left them alone. Felix spoke in a stern voice, his whole presence projected hatred toward his own daughter, roughly pulling out the holopad from her hand.

"What are you doing here Nina?!"

She was silent only staring at him with her green eyes full of hatred. There was no point talking to him when she knew Felix felt her defy and elude towards him.

His grip tightened.

“Do not test my patience to know what your silence does to me when I expect answers.”

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm doing my job. Cleaning." she said as in a 'matter of fact' tone, she didn't even raise her voice.

She tried to get away from him, but he was gripping her upper arm too tight.

“You know what I’m thinking girl? That you are up to something sneaky. What is the plan this time? Burn the whole house down? Ruin my engagement party? Why was this in your hands?” he lifted the datapad.

“First of all, let me go, you are hurting me. Secondly I have no intentions with you. In fact, I wish to see your traitorous face or be in your presence! I work here. You know people do that, for credits who don’t lie and cheat.”

Nina could feel the tremor in her own voice, even if it was just a little she hated it. She hated to sound weak. But no matter how much she tried to hold herself together, Felix managed to get under her skin every time, grabbing and turning the dagger straight into her heart.

She turned into that lonely little girl again. The one, this man left alone more than sixteen years ago now stood close to her. She sobbed to this man, clinging to his clothes in fear, begging him not to leave her. He left anyway. Because of this, she was ashamed to this day. How could she be so pathetic?!

Now here he stood facing her, he didn't look so tall and he didn't look so scary. He was a middle-aged man with good connections and a brand new perfect family that Nina didn't quite fit into, like an old lost puzzle piece.

Thirsty for revenge, Nina wanted to tear off his hold that made her feel disgust. She wanted to hurt him back, scream and make him feel fear of her.

It was the first time they had been so close physically since she was a child. She felt overwhelmed. The hand that last time caressed her puffy little face now holds her arm violently, causing her pain.

So many years have passed. The passage of time caught up with both of them. Nina wondered if her father would notice the similarities between them that she so hated in herself. Or does he hover over them and continue to be selfish, only concerned with his own discomfort?

As it turned out, the latter turned out to be true.

The man seemed angry, he pulled her closer as she gripped her upper arm, she knew it would leave bruises.

“Don’t play games with me. There will be no next time! When I withdraw the report and pay to delete the data in the police system.”

“I’m not playing. And I never asked any of that. I don't’ want anything from you” she spat at him

“Impossible girl! You are ungrateful and pathetic. You are like a stain in my life that doesn't come out, but tries to spread to the other layers. I want you to tell Nigel that this job is not for you and leave.”

"Not gonna happen! I need the job.”

“I don’t give a damn about it. You do as I said. “

“I am not your subject. You have no power over me!”

“You are stubborn just like your Mother. Look where it took her.” he taunted her, trying to push Nina’s buttons, trying to break the young woman.

“Breathe. Breath Nina. Don’t let him see you weak.” she thought to herself.

"Don't you dare talk about her! You have no right to! Now let me go or I’ll scream and you can begin to explain why you raised your hand to a young Nabooan female citizen. You don't want to tell Nigel about your embarrassing old family, do you? I thought so.” she never broke the eye kontakt, instead elegantly lifted her brow projecting an “I dare you!”

“Is that so? So defying me makes you feel brave? Hmm… If I weren’t so annoyed by your actions I might find your little games of trying amusing.”

He caressed her cheek with false love and his mockery made her grind her teeth. Stars above! How much she despised him.

“Be careful Nina don’t play coy with me. In this game you’ll never win. You have no chance! Maker! You didn’t even have it in you to be in the field. Have I made myself clear, young lady?

“Bright like the sunlight!" she spat the last word with disgust in her tone and ripped her arm out of the grip.

“One day. One day she’ll beat him. He will pay. He will fear him, beg for mercy and she will not give it to him.”

She left the house in fury and went back to her studies. She decided to focus her pent up anger on something more useful.

In the post meridiem of the day she was sitting in the park reading a holo book for her law classes when a man approached her, blocking the sunlight from her face, casting his shadow over her. She looked up slightly annoyed, her eyes were forest green in the light.

He was an average looking guy with messy dirty blonde hair, he looked down at her and smiled. It was a kind of smile that melted a girl's heart, but his eyes were sneaky and calculating, not matching the smile on his lips, exposing the appearance of warmth,and showing the fakeness underneath.

Nina didn’t like his vibes either; it felt filthy and not in a good way under his gentlemanly mask. Nevertheless she never showed her fear to him.

“What a lovely sunny day we have.” he spoke to her and sat closer than she’d like.

“Indeed.” she stuck her nose back to her reading.

“What are you reading If I may ask?” he leaned in and she decided that she was done talking with this stranger, her gut told her to get away as soon as she could.

“Evidence procedures on business in law” she answered dryly

“What an interesting topic. Mind if I ask a few questions about it?”

Nina turned to look at him. He was trying to make her think his intentions are flirtatious, but she saw it in his black eyes that she wasn’t his type. That he wanted something else.

“Actually I have a class that starts in 5 minutes.”

“It won’t take long. Well.. I can’t promise that since it depends on how short your answers will be. Maybe I can buy you a coffee." He raised a brow at her and opened up his coat sleeve to show her his blaster.

A couple of students noisily passed by, distracting the man's attention, so Nina gained an advantage to escape.

She picked up her bag, and quickened her steps, he followed her with honey glazed words she wasn’t hungry to buy. It all felt wrong, he was not someone he showed he was.

She considered the decision of the path of escape this situation and putting bigger space between them. If she goes towards the school, the guards in the building or a teacher can help her, while if she goes towards the park, it is not certain that anyone is there right now, and the park is a bit further away. She walked up the steps of the university and looked back. The man did not follow her, there was no sign of him. He was gone, just like the morning dew around the first sunlight.

“You’re okay. He is gone.“ she felt relieved.

She went in and waited inside for a while, then started home, barely reaching the end of the columned aisle when she turned a corner towards the stairs and someone caught her hard.

It was the weird guy from the park. He waited her

He pulled her close, so Nina could feel his breath on her face. It wasn’t pleasing.

Both of them were breathing heavily, Nina because she was caught off guard and her attacker because he was impatient.

“Now, do you have any idea what you are doing Miss? You waste my time. And you can guess because I know you are a clever little girl that I hate it when my time is wasted. My client is sure that you have done some nasty things and stole some files. He wants to get back what is his property.”

She wanted to put space between them, but when he noticed she was not paying as much attention as he wanted decided to show her his real face.

Suddenly the man's shape turned. He wasn’t a blonde guy anymore nor a humanoid. He was a reptilian with greenish - gray scales. She read about it before, so she knew her attacker was a clawdite.

Nina just shook her head in denial.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't have anything, I just go there to work, to clean" she said in a thin voice, as she pressed her throat with both hands at the attack.

"You’re lying, pretty girl, I know. Stop being stubborn, and give me the kriffing drive or else, I might need to break that pretty neck of yours."

“I don’t have a clue what youre talking about.“ she still whispered “ Go on and look through my bag”

The clawdite grimaced, but hesitantly took the bag. As soon as he started to scatter its contents on the ground, Nina pushed him and wanted to run away, but strong hands grabbed her by the nape.

"What do you think you're doing? My client knows you're the thief to blame for the information. If you give it back, he's willing to waive the report."

"It.Wasn't.Me." Nina pronounced each word with emphasis.

Her attacker just shook his head at her.

"Tsk tsk, stubborn girl. You must leave my client alone! And give back the stolen files. Or else…!”

His eyes were near feral, unhinged and ready to violate her. His hand was on the blaster on his belt.

She cursed herself that she chose the steps and not the sidewalk through the park. This location is more sheltered from others who might witness her now restraining her assailant.

“I’m not quitting. I didn’t do anything, and I don’t have those files!” she yelled back, hoping someone might hear them.

A thin lawyer of sweat formed on her body, and she felt her chest tight and her stomach cramping. Her breaths picked up speed, the chill of the afternoon air burrowed into her bones. Her attacker didn’t let her go, when she tried to run from him as he cornered her.

“I need to get out of here.” she thought.

He pinned her to the wall of the school, her head banged against the carved marble decoration on it. Her vision blurred at the impact and she let out a small cry.

“I don’t have it!” she said again, this time louder and voice tight.

“Don’t lie to me!”

She was scared and angry. How dare this man try to frighten her! In one week she got pinned harshly twice by males and she was sick of it. She was sick of being overpowered and harmed. The blood in her veins turned ice.

“Even if I had it I would get rid of it already.” she spat back

Nina felt her heart pound so quickly she was afraid she might pass out, so she concentrated on her breath which isn’t easy when someone holds your neck and has a blaster.

“Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Breathe Nina. One. In. Out. Two. In. Out. Stay calm and collected. “

This method failed to make her calmer, her vision still blurry, she tried to think with a clear mind as much as she could and her oxygen supply let her.

This was not like with Maul, the Zabrak held his power back when they met at the old castle ruins. She knew it back then and she was able to compare the two situations now. Plus the clawdite was stronger than a human and wasn’t here to negotiate. He wanted something she couldn’t give him. So he was here to kill her.

She clawed his hold but he was stronger than her, and tightened his fingers around her throat and banged her head again to the hard wall. Dots started to dance before her vision, when she remembered what she learned in self defense class.

With all the power in her body she could gather she grabbed his lower arm close to his wrist - which hand he was holding her throat - and started to twist it to the right direction and push it downwards.

She wasn’t strong enough to fully twist it out or cause serious pain to her attacker, but it distracted him, and she could use the situation to knee him in the balls with every ounce of strength she had.

His howled in pain let her go to double over. The moment she felt the release on her neck she sucked in a big amount of air to fill her lungs, kicked him on his shin and stumbled toward down the stairs that led to the street.

Unfortunately, she was only able to take a few steps before she felt a strong jolt from a hand on her back. She didn't even have time to scream before she crashed down the hard stone steps. She felt painful bruises forming in several places on her arms, sides and shoulders. Then she hit her temple on the edge of one of the stairs, causing in her ears a shrill whistling hum, then everything went black.

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likeclarabow · 9 months

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happy new year abby!!!!!!! congrats on meeting your reading goal, i’m glad that despite your busy life you’re still able to enjoy reading for yourself <3 some bookish questions, if you don’t mind …

what was your favourite reread of 2023? what book did you mean to read but ended up not? what books were you looking forward to but disappointed by? what book took you by surprise? your favourite series? your favourite standalone? your least favourite book(s)? what book did you write your favourite review about? and finally, what book(s) are you most looking forward to reading in 2024?

may this year be full of blessings to you!

hiiiiii love, happy new year!!!! i'm finally back on my laptop so i'm sorry this is a few days late <333

favourite reread: i did a lot of rereading this year and i loved them all but probably six of crows!! every time i reread that series i'm a little nervous that its not going to have the same magic it did the last time and it always does and this time was no exception its just going to be a forever favourite and i'm so glad i reread it

a book i meant to read and didn't get to: there were a few i meant to at the very least start over my break that i didn't get a chance to (this biography i picked up at a school social and the hundred years war on palestine by rashid khalidi), books i had on hold at the library but it was just never the right time (as long as the lemon trees grow by zoulfa katouh), and my book lovers reread that i was all set to start and then i didn't read for like 3 weeks

a book i was looking forward to that disappointed me: greywaren by maggie stiefvater was soooo messy plotwise and there were things i wanted wrapped up that were just not addressed in a satisfying way yes i gave it 5 stars the epilogue made me cry those 5 stars are for declan lynch and for how much i love the trc/tdt universe as a whole pls take my rating system a little bit seriously (so i guess it wasn't 100% disappointing i just wanted more from the final book) (honourary mentions to nine liars by maureen johnson bc it was sososo fun for 99% of the book but the very end was so unnecessary i'll never forgive her, and harlem shuffle by colson whitehead i liked the writing i just thought the plot would be different from what it ended up being)

a book that took me by surprise: the day of the jackal was supposed to be something i picked up for a few hours for shits and giggles since i've never had any real interest in 70's spy thrillers but i actually enjoyed it enough to finish! also these violent delights by micah nemerever surprised me because i did not know what to expect at. all. and i still dont know how to describe the feelings that book gave me but i certainly didn't expect them

my favourite series: beartown!!!!!! you know exactly why i don't even have to explain </3 (honourary mention to sandra gullands josephine b trilogy its one hell of a historical fiction series and i enjoyed it SO much)

my favourite standalone: rebecca by daphne du maurier!! its just the most beautifully written book that captivated me from the very first page <33

least favourite books: the last word by taylor adams (extraordinarily mid upon first read and it just seems so bleh looking back), ready player one by ernest cline (i can see why my boyfriend loves it but it just didn't appeal to me at all), 20,000 leagues under the sea by jules verne (jules verne knows sooooo many facts about the ocean and electricity and he put every single one of them in this book in very long paragraphs but i forgive my prof for making me read it)

my favourite review: i didn't really write any solid reviews this year (something i'm hoping to do more of in 2024) but my favourite mini reviews are the ones i left for wuthering heights and 20,000 leagues under the sea bc i think i'm funny and bc i think they sum up my reading experience quite well

books i'm most looking forward to reading in 2024: soooo many a curse for true love by stephanie garber, a man called ove by fredrik backman, alone with you in the ether by olivie blake, divine rivals by rebecca ross (!!), penance by eliza clark to name a few

#this was so much fun thank you x10000 #i love you dearly and i hope this year is kind to you #i had this all typed out like two nights ago and forgot to post oops #lindsay tag #abby gets mail

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m-jelly · 3 years

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hiiiii soooo post war levi seggs pls 😣😣😣😣😣btw ur writing is amazing i’ve never seen anything like it

Aww, anon! Thank you <3 I think my writing is average, but thank you for being here, requesting and being so wonderful. You're all the reason why I keep writing. I write for you all.

Okay, time for post-war Levi sex.

My darling, my love, my everything.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Post-War Levi, canon universe, foreplay, sex, lovemaking, sweet, delicate, loving, caring, praising, aftercare, loving Levi, married life, unprotected (be safe everyone).

Concept: Levi wakes up on the right side of the bed in the morning. His knee isn't bothering him too much and he feels like he can take on the world. He follows you around all day and can't keep his hands to himself. You play along with your loving husband's touches as you do your house chores, but it's beginning to get you all hot and bothered. Levi pulls you over to the fireplace and lays you down on the soft fluffy mat, then shows you just how much he loves you and is glad he is alive.

The following contains post-war Levi, so spoilers.

This is also an 18+ request, so minors do not interact. Thank you

Levi woke up for the day and felt so refreshed. He glanced over to you and watched you as you left the bathroom with messy bed hair. He leaned upon his forearms causing the cover to slip down and show his muscles off. He smiled when you pulled off your nightdress revealing your naked body. "Good morning to me."

You looked back at your husband, then smiled. "Morning sweetheart." You pulled on your underwear for the day. "It's weird to wake up before you."

"It is, my love. So, you better say sorry and give me a kiss. You made me miss out on my morning snuggles."

You pulled on a long dress, then walked around to Levi's side of the bed and kissed him a few times. "Forgive me."

"I would if you got back into bed."

You hummed a laugh. "Someone's in a good mood today."

He sat up and smiled. "My knee doesn't hurt too bad."

"I'm glad you're not in much pain. You still need to take your meds though." You combed your hair as you spoke. "What do you want for breakfast?"

He hummed in thought. "You."

You laughed at how sweet Levi was. You slid over to him and gave him a kiss. "I'll get you some of that rice pudding I made yesterday."

Levi pouted a little when you left. He got out of bed, cleaned up and dressed for the day. He limped downstairs and saw you with your cute apron on cooking his food and making tea as you hummed a song. He moved closer to you as his fingers tingled. He wanted to touch you so badly.

You smiled as you spooned the rice into bowls. "I know you're there Levi."

He wrapped his arms around you. "How did you know?"

"I could just feel you there. I know my husband."

He pressed his chest against your back, then swayed with you. "You are the most beautiful woman in the whole fucking world, my darling."

You turned in his arms before cupping his face. "You're a cute one today, honey."

He kissed you with a happy moan. "Can I-."

You covered his mouth with your hand. "Breakfast and meds."

He sighed. "Fine."

"Don't pout so much, it's your favourite food."

Levi took his bowl from you. "But you're my favourite food."

"I know darling." You walked over to the table and sat. "I have a few things to do around the house, then we can play."

He flopped down into his seat with a huff, then pulled you onto his lap. "You eat sitting on me."

"I forgot." You kissed his forehead. "Sorry." You fed him his breakfast for a bit, then handed it back over to him. "No more feeding you, you can do it yourself. You have two hands."

He sighed. "One is holding you and the other is missing two fingers." He showed you his right hand. "They were our favourite pair." He put his hand between your legs. "No warm place for them." He lifted his hand up and wiggled the stumps. "They're very unhappy about it."

You lifted his left hand. "Oh look, a hand with all its fingers!" You squeezed his face. "Pretty sure there's an amazing tongue in here too."

He smirked. "There is and it really wants to taste your delicious cunt."

You snorted a laugh. "I told you, let me do my chores first."

He rested his chin on your shoulder. "I'm not pressuring you, am I?"

You shook your head and finished your tea. "I wanna screw you just as much as you want to screw me. I'm just a good girl who keeps it under wraps." You kissed Levi and let out a sigh through your nose. "I'm going to sort out your bird area."

He watched you get up. "I'll wash and clean."

"I appreciate it, but I do know you fucking love cleaning."

"It's a pleasure."

You walked outside and refilled the food for the birds, then you fixed one of the little platforms for them. You filled the birdbath as well. You paused a moment and enjoyed the birds fluttering around you. "Enjoy your baths little ones." You returned to the house, but couldn't see Levi in the kitchen area. "Levi?"

"Living room!"

You frowned a little, then followed his voice into the living room to see he'd lit the fireplace. He was sat on the mat on the floor with drinks and strawberries. "What's all this?"

He blushed a little. "Romance?"

You hummed a laugh. "Well, I'm impressed. Let me slip into something far more comfortable."

Levi perked up. "O-Oh, okay." He sat there a little flustered when you left, then he realised he needed to do the same. He untucked his shirt, pulled off his belt, slippers and socks. He got comfy and sighed. He looked up when he heard you come back and felt his heart flutter. "Fuck."

You flattened your short lacy and silk nightdress down. "I bought it new the other day. You had a bad knee day that night, so I haven't worn it. Now you're okay, so I thought I'd wear it." You walked over to him. You knelt on the mat. "The design is from another land." You blushed and felt nervous. "Do you like it?"

He nodded as he looked you over. "You're so fucking stunning."

"Thank you." You blushed as you smiled. "I'm glad you like it."

He lightly touched it. "So soft."

You cupped the back of Levi's neck. "I love you, Levi. I love you more than anything in this world."

He chased your lips, but you were slowly lying back. He purred at you, then finally captured your lips and lay down with you. He smiled when your legs parted for him. His tongue moved with yours, he loved how sweet you tasted from the rice pudding you had this morning.

He pushed his hand down into your underwear, then stopped. He pulled back from you and stared at his right hand. "Tch, shit."

You cupped his face and soothed him by rubbing your thumb against his cheek. "It's okay."

He sighed and looked sad. "It's embarrassing."

"I think it's sweet." You took his right hand and kissed the stumps. "I love you."

He smiled. "I love you. I love you so much." He kissed you, then slowly kissed down your body. He glanced up at you. "Bum up." He smiled when you did as he asked. He pulled your underwear off and dropped them to the side. "So beautiful."

He slipped your legs over his shoulders and sucked at your thigh causing the fire inside you to burn more. He glanced up at you, then kissed closer to your clit. He gave you one long lick and moaned sending vibrations through you. He smiled at your little moan. He parted your legs more, then dove at you. He moved his tongue against your clit as if it was the best fucking sweet he'd ever had in his mouth.

When he felt he’d eased you softly into pleasure, he sucked and licked your clit more. Levi ran his hand up and down your thigh, then massaged your skin hard where you were sensitive. He hummed in delight, then moved one hand down and pushed two fingers deep inside you. He pressed and moved his fingers against your g-spot.

You arched your back a little as you felt a strong buzzing pleasure. You reached behind your and grabbed the mat and squeezed hard. You rocked your hips to Levi’s actions and felt incredible. His tongue moved so perfectly against your clit and his fingers were so wonderfully long. You could feel the scars on his lips, only adding to the mix of bliss. You moved your hips away as the pleasure got too much for you to take. Your body shook as your coil tightened.

You clamped your thighs around Levi’s head and gasped in happiness as you felt the pop, then the warm pleasure run through your body. You dragged your arms down as your skin felt sensitive. You panted, then released Levi’s head from the grip of your thighs. You looked down at him, then watched him lick his fingers clean as he kept eye contact with you. He always made a little show of how much he loved eating you.

You giggled at him. "You really love doing that, huh?"

He nodded. "If I could live between your legs, I would."

"That'd be a shame because then we couldn't kiss."

He hummed in thought. "I do like the kissing and your pretty face. I guess I can't live there."

You dragged your dress up slowly. "You going to show me love now?"

He smirked at you. "Yes." He knelt up and pulled his shirt off. "Always."

You admired the muscles on his body and felt pride in his scars from battles. "You're amazing Levi."

"Thank you." He slipped off his trousers and boxers. "Keep the dress on. You bought it new and we should enjoy it more."

You nibbled your lip. "Yes, Levi."

He knelt between your legs as his cock twitched in excitement. He wrapped your legs around him, then pressed into your pussy making you both moan. He looped your legs over his arms, then held your waist as slammed his cock into you. He leaned over you panting as he watched your chest bounce and boobs peak out your nightdress a little.

He growled at you as he adored you. He loved everything about you and thought you looked perfect under him right now. You’d warn things for him before, but he’d never asked for it, it was always you wearing something for him, as cute fun. You were always surprising him in some sort of way, and he loved it.

You grabbed Levi’s thighs as he kept moving. You cried out in pleasure. "Levi!" you leaned your head back. "Fuck, Levi."

You were mush under him, and you didn’t know what to do. The man had complete control over your body, and you loved it. You looked up at him, your eyes glazed with pleasure. You loved how good he looked over you, his muscles and scar standing out with pride. His dark hair hung in his eyes framing his perfect face. The best part of Levi in moment’s like this were his eyes, the way he looked at you with pure adoration and love.

You loved his steel blue eyes, how they watched you all the time and admired you. His little pants and moans were perfect too. He said your name so perfectly and sweetly, like it was a song for him to be sung for the rest of his life.

You smiled and squeezed his thigh. "Levi. You feel so good."

He grunted when your pussy walls clenched his cock. "Shit, your so perfect, brat."

Levi moved your legs up a bit, then angled his hips so he kept hitting your g-spot. He saw you wiggled and whine, you couldn’t hold on any longer. You squeezed around him in delight, then threw your head back and panted as you tried to focus. You dug your nails into Levi’s skin as the coil tightened within you, it was so wound up you knew the pleasure and orgasm would be intense. You squeezed your toes and tightened your body up, then relaxed as a rush of pleasure fired through every inch of you. You smiled and panted as with every beat of your heart; the pleasure pumped through you.

You let go of Levi’s thighs, then relaxed against the floor as Levi slowed down a little. He wanted to admire the afterglow on you of pure pleasure. You just looked so beautiful to him in every way.

Levi sighed as he said your name. "You look so beautiful. My darling wife." He leaned over and kissed you. "My sweet good wife."

Levi panted, then held your hips and lifted you more. You squeaked as your bum and lower back left the floor, only part of your upper back, shoulders and head touched the floor. You used your arms to support you.

You panted and smiled at Levi, then did your best to roll your hips. "Careful of your knee honey."

Levi smiled at you, then squeezed your hips and rocked and grinded into you. "I'll be careful." He grunted as he felt his cock slide hard against your pussy walls. "Good girl, your so good."

You panted and moaned; your body felt so incredible. The grinding was perfect, it just made you feel like you were on cloud nine. You bit your lip and squeezed your toes as you kept moving. Your nails dragged across the floor, you hoped you wouldn’t mark it. You leaned your head back, closed your eyes as you whimpered and cried in delight. You opened your eyes and looked at your room from upside down a little. You looked to Levi and smiled at him. He was going insane with pleasure, you looked so perfect to him. He loved how you looked, how you moaned and bit your lip so seductively at him. You were perfect in every way, he just loved this so much and being with you.

Levi moaned your name. "That's it brat, that's my good girl."

He lifted your hips up more, so your shoulders were just on the floor. You gasped, then moved your arms to support yourself a little bit. You couldn’t do much now, you were at Levi’s mercy and he loved it. He loved touching you, kissing you and biting you. He loved how your body curved in all the right places. He loved how cute you looked always, or the little noises you made.

You cried out as Levi pumped his cock hard and fast into your pussy. You closed your eyes tightly, your body moving so much across the floor. You whimpered and moaned in delight as the coil within you tightened up. You didn’t know how much you could take; it was perfect in every way. You wiggled under him to get away, your body was fighting the pleasure, but Levi held you strongly not letting you get away from the pure pleasure he was giving you. You reached for Levi to get him to slow, but you couldn’t grab him. You cried out and moaned as you felt your coil snap, then euphoria rush through your body making you shake. You flopped in Levi’s arms, you couldn’t hold on any longer and your whole being, and body was just jelly. You whimpered and mewled at Levi because you needed loved and intimacy from Levi now. You wanted him to hold you, kiss you, love you in everyway you knew he could. You needed him badly. You needed him to give you his affection.

Almost like Levi could read your mind, he gently lay you on your back on the floor. He crawled over you and pressed his whole weight against you, his body pressed tightly against yours. He played with your hair and kissed you. “I'm sorry, I went a bit too hard. Are you okay?”

You nodded and hummed. “Y-Yes.”

“You sure?”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around Levi. “I’m okay.”

He smiled at you making your heart hammer. “Really?”

You gulped and played with his hair. “Yes. Please Levi. Now make love to me. Fill me to the brim with your cum.”

He moaned at your words. "You going to take it all for me?"

You nodded. "Yes."

"Good brat."

He smiled and captured your lips, then he rocked nice and slow against you. You hummed and gripped Levi as he moved, your body fluttering in happiness. Levi loved this position the most, which is why he usually left it as the last position. It was the chance for him to love and adore you, to feel you against him, to remind himself that you were his and his alone, that you were here in his arms now and forever. He could kiss you over and over again and you did like kissing him a lot.

You ran your fingers down Levi’s back, then massaged his muscle. Levi purred at your touch. He pulled from your lips, then kissed your face all over. He nipped and sucked your neck making you hum and moan in delight, he was just so sweet and kind in his touches. You couldn’t believe that this man had killed titans and people, yet he was so soft with you. It made you think that maybe, he could be very gentle with a baby, so the two of you could have a family.

Levi tangled his fingers in your hair, his other arm around you so he could hold you. "I love you so much." He moaned your name. "I love you. You're my perfect wife." He sighed. "You feel so good, so fucking good." He hummed. "My good brat."

You arched your back a little. "Levi. I love you." You smiled as he pressed his cock in deep at your words. "You feel so good. I love you, all of you."

You carefully wrapped your legs around Levi, then rocked with him nice and slow. You panted and hummed, your back arching as Levi;s body rubbed against your clit. You turned your head, then nipped Levi’s neck making him growl at you. You licked his skin, then nipped down so you could leave a mark, you knew he loved it when you marked him, and he loved marking you. You bit and sucked hard onto his neck to make a mark.

You hummed as you felt your coil tighten again, you didn’t know if you could last any longer. Levi was also near his end. He was moving as much as he couldn’t hold on for too long, the pleasure was just too much. He gripped hold of you more and growled at you. You pushed your hand down Levi’s back, then you squeezed his bum tightly in your hand making him ram his cock into you. You both moaned and panted together as you chased your orgasms.

You cupped the side of Levi’s face and brought him to look at you. "I love you so much."

He panted and looked at you with such adoration and love. "I love you always."

You kissed him, then he nipped your lip and deepened the kiss. He moved his hand from your back, then pushed it down between the two of you. He played with your clit, your body shaking in delight. Your pussy clenched around Levi's cock making him groan. He moved as hard as fast as he could, your coil wound up so tight, you were just begging for it to snap. You dug your nails into Levi’s back, then moaned into the kiss as you felt pure pleasure surge through you.

Levi slammed his hands on the floor either side of your head, he cried your name and whimpered as he kept moving. He panted above you and moaned your name as your pussy walls spasmed around him from your orgasm. He opened his mouth as his orgasm hit him hard. He slammed his cock into you as deep as possible as he pumped his cum into you and filling you as promised. He bucked a few times to fuck it into you, then he relaxed.

Levi panted and smiled down at you as you smiled back. He hummed and played with your hair. “I love you.”

You giggled. “I love you too.”

He pulled his cock from your pussy making you both moan. He flopped onto his back, then pulled you onto him. He rubbed your back as he kissed your forehead a few times. "I made a mess."

You hummed and rubbed his chest. "A big one."

He blushed. "I need to clean."

"I don't feel it coming out. It's all inside."

He blushed harder. "Tch, how can you say shit like that so easily?"

You leaned up and looked down at him. "Your cum is inside me and I'm holding onto it well so there is no mess."

He covered his face with his hands making you laugh. "Tch, damn it brat."

You straddled him and sat up. You hummed, then rolled your hips against him. "You know what would solve this issue?"

He peeked at you. "More sex?"

You nodded. "Yes, but also strawberries." You nodded to them. "Feed me one."

He sat up, then fed you a strawberry. He smiled at the juice running down your chin. He licked it up, then kissed you. He hummed in delight at the taste. "Messy brat."

"I am."

He hugged you tightly. "I need to clean. I'm sorry."

You played with his hair. "I've been with you long enough to know your routine. Go so we can do our cuddles."

He lay you down. "Yes, my love."

You giggled as he limped away fast. You stretched and yawned, then helped yourself to more strawberries. You smiled when your dashing and very naked husband returned. "Hey handsome, come here often?"

He sat down, then pulled his boxers on and lay a blanket over you both as he spoke. "Cum often? Why yes, in you."

You smirked. "I like it when you're so confident."

He wrapped you up in his arms, then pulled you to lie down with him. "You make me confident."

"Good." You played with his right hand as you used his right arm as a pillow. "I'm glad you survived."

"Me too." He kissed your forehead. "If I died, I would have haunted your sexy ass and scare off any men who wanted you and watch you take a bath."

You laughed. "A scary perverted ghost huh? Seems about right."

He smiled. "Joking aside, I'm glad I lived too because I get to live the rest of my life with you and start a family."

You smiled at him. "I'm looking forward to starting one."

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weirdsht · 3 years

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Creterion . Cassiopeia - SAGAU

a/n: I tried writing something longer but I only managed to do one and a half pages. Also tried writing dialogues but idfk how that went. If anyone has any critique pls just say so I think I need it. Also I'm trying to sort out my blog, it's so messy so I'm gonna focus on that first but my inbox will still be open.

Warnings: hints of kidnapping, hints of yandere (let me know if there’s anything I should add here)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

This is a series but it can be read as a stand alone

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It’s weird waking up in an unfamiliar place when you’re so sure you slept in your room the night before. It’s also pretty weird that the room seems to be filled with luxuries. The weirdest part were the people surrounding you, as if watching your every breath. Doesn’t help the fact that said people were just supposed to be fictional characters of the game you play.

You pinched yourself making sure that you aren’t dreaming. This action caused them to be alert. “Be careful, your grace, you mustn't hurt yourself.” thoughts of this whole thing being a dream or a prank was thrown out of the window when you heard Zhongli’s voice. “What’s happening? Why am I here?” After you bombarded them with questions the Vaga Mundo and the Chief Alchemist proceed to usher everyone out of the room. They knew this would happen and were fully prepared for your questions or whatever reaction you may have.

The information spilling from their lips was too much for you. It’s hard to believe that this whole world was real and it was created just for you. “We thought that you being here would finally fulfill this world’s purpose” Albedo told you while they were explaining. This doesn't make sense. Why was it made for you? Didn’t Mihoyo create the game? There’s so many questions you wanted to ask but you figured you needed some time to process everything first. “Your grace we know that this is too much. We beg your forgiveness for this abrupt setting, so if you have any more questions feel free to ask any of us.” Zhongli finished the explanation.

Zhongli and Albedo patiently waited for you to think things through a bit. “I need some time to think about this whole thing. Please take care of me while I’m doing so.” It wasn’t like you had anything going on for you in your original world anyway so you decided to give it a try. Plus the blonde mentioned that he also brought some of your things when he ‘came to take you home’. You definitely need to go through that bag later to make sure Albedo brought the right chargers for the right gadgets.

“Of course, your safety and comfort will always be our priority”

Living in Teyvat is fun. Your days are mostly filled with leisure, they surprisingly let you do what you want. Of course there are some boundaries and conditions like you need someone to escort you and whatnot but you understand.

Trees are swaying, the wind is gentle, birds are singing, Teyvat is just so happy. At first you thought you were imagining things, or that you were getting used to things. After all, everything is so much more different when you see it with your own eyes compared to when you were looking at the world through a screen. The anemo archon and a wandering bard confirmed your suspicions though, Teyvat is indeed happy. All of that was because of you, because you are finally home safe and sound in their care. The world just can’t stop rejoicing.

Despite everything though, it’s hard getting used to some of the things in your new life, Like how many people are asking for your attention, just a mere glance from you will make their whole week. The riches they lavish and bathe you in is also shocking. “This is nothing, we just want to give you what you deserve, which is the best of the best!” Paimon reassures you when you ask while Traveler makes a side comment about how Paimon didn’t contribute anything.

Acolytes, that’s what they refer to the people who are in direct contact with you. You found out about this when you were ‘adventuring’, a very kind way to describe fish blasting, in the outskirts of Mondstadt with Klee.

You’d admit that your so-called acolytes can be overbearing at times, especially some of the archons. Sure they let you do almost everything you want, but it always has conditions that you have to meet. They also take care of everything, like literally everything. The things they do makes you feel incompetent and infantilized sometimes but you try to understand them. You get where they are coming from and they really do have your best interest in mind but sometimes you just miss doing some of the things you do back home without restraints.

Overall you find it fun. You still haven’t given them your final verdict but it’s fine. You can just Albedo to take you back if ever you want to go back home. Right?

#sagau #genshin sagau #genshin venti #zhongli #genshin albedo #albedo #paimon #genshin lumine #genshin aether #genshin cult au #cult genshin #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin fluff #cult au #Creterion . Sagau

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crimsonbubble · 3 years

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ATEEZ Reaction: Them In Little Space

(warnings: gn!reader, dilf!ateez, little space, use of mommy once [non sexually], oral fixation, finger sucking, general adorableness)

*more and taglist after the cut*

note: age regression is not age play, don't sexualized it !! also this is my first time writing about little space, so if i get anything wrong, please forgive me :]]

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Hongjoong

sleepy baby

he'd come home and the only thing on his mind is changing and falling asleep in your arms

he can feel himself slip, but he tries to hold himself together until he got inside

but once he does get home, he's all floaty and dopey eyed

and when you come to greet him at the door and see the dopey smile on his face

you know that you get to pamper him

so you're ushering him inside

putting his stuff down

giving him kisses because he deserves them for getting through the day

"did you have a long day? yea? is my little baby tired? wanna go to bed?"

but when he wraps his arms around you, he won't let go

and if you try to pull away, he'll whine softly and bury his head in the crook of your neck

just run your fingers through his hair and you can feel his smile against your skin

if you ask him what he wants, he'll hum against your neck and just leave soft kisses

but once he makes up his mind and tells you

he pulls away a bit and talks in a soft and quiet voice

there may also be a soft flush on his cheeks

please kiss his forehead and praise him for being a good boy

"wan' cuddles, please."

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Seonghwa

pouty baby

the second he walks through that door

he calls out for you

the second he sees you coming down the hall

he's speeding to you and just pulling you into his arms

he'll just hold you and sway with you in his arms

he'll start rambling about the things he did today

and if he does start rambling, just hold him and give him small words of encouragement every now and then

even if you're legs get tired from standing, just stand there and hold him

he's all touchy and just wants to be held

so when he finally finished his ramble, he's gonna be sleepy because he talked out his emotions

so guide him to the bathroom and run him a warm bath

give him soft kisses and push his hair out of his face

reassure him that he did good and wrap him in warm blankets

"my pretty baby, did so good today, did so well."

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Yunho

cuddly baby

he just wants to be held

as soon as he gets his hands on you

he's not gonna let go

he'll literally wrap himself around you and just not let go

he'll probably fall asleep in no time

so just lay there and hold him

rub his back and stroke his hair

let him use you as a pillow/teddy bear

if you kiss his forehead or cheeks, you can probably see and/or feel him smile against you

once he wakes up, he'll be all cranky and fussy

so make sure to cuddle him close and try to get up and get him some food

"come on bubba, if you don't eat now, you're gonna have to wait till tomorrow."

keyword: try

he's probably not gonna let you go, so you'll have to bribe him with cuddles to get him up

"bubs, if you get up now, you can get even more cuddles tonight."

ok but he'd probably also have messy hair from his nap

so just run your hands through it and watch as he gets pouty because he thinks that you think he looks silly with hair sticking out in every direction

so give him kisses and watch a soft flush appear on his face along with a tired smile

"come on sleepyhead, lets get you some food."

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Yeosang

he's the quiet type

if he can feel himself slip

he'll try to steady himself because he's only slipped into little space once or twice

and it was usually when he was super stressed and alone

but he hasn't really worked up the courage to do when he's spending time with you

but if he's been holding out for so long

there's a likely chance that he'll slip the second that you hold him

he'll go limp in your arms

because he's so mentally tired of having to keep up his calm and collected facade

so make sure to be gentle with him

let him lay against you

he'd probably start biting at his lips

so try to keep his occupied by either letting him play with your fingers

or give him a fidget toy

and if he gets mouthy, give him hard candy or a small chew necklace

if he starts rambling, listen to him and encourage him every few seconds

just think of the dopey smile on his face when he sees that you're actively listening to him

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San

the babiest baby

the cuddliest boy

will cling to you like a baby

probably needs to be kept occupied or he'll be restless

if you're in public, hold his hand and watch him play with your fingers

if you're at home, he's gonna wrap himself around you

and don't think that you can move or get up now

because he will cling onto you for dear life

and he'll whine and just snuggle into you

"nooo, momma, wanna cuddle~"

let him suck your fingers

he'll get all sleepy and dopey eyed as he does

once he falls asleep, it doesn't matter if your body gets sore

you stay still until San wakes up or he's gonna wake up moody

but if he does, offer him food and more cuddles

maybe put on a cartoon or anime and watch him fall back asleep in your lap

he just wants to lay with you, eat snack and just relax

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Mingi

cuddle him

pls for the love of god cuddle him

wrap both of yourselves in a warm blanket and snuggle

maybe lay out a few snacks and drinks

but on a disney movie and just enjoy each other's presence

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stroke his hair and give him forehead kisses

make sure to keep a water bottle nearby

make sure to hold him tight

and just let him relax into you while you watch beauty and the beast

Wooyoung

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giggly and cuddly baby

if your gonna cuddle him

expect to get tickled

but make sure to tickle him back

because he just wants to play

will try to wrestle you

so make sure to play along with him

let him win or else he'll be pouty

and make sure to give him victory snacks

and let him have all the cuddles and kisses

because he's a playful baby and wants all of your attention

Jongho

another quiet boy

just wants to be held

and remember to give him praise for getting through the day

give him a blanket and just cuddle on the couch

just hold him and let him ramble if he wants to

hum a soft tune as you run your hands through his hair

if you sing to him, he will definitely fall asleep in your arms

like with your warmth, and the soft melody that you're humming

he'll be out like a light

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@a-soft-hornytiny @cometoceantrenches @ddeonghwva @fullsun-s @hanatiny @latte-fairytaekwoon @multidreams-and-desires @serialee @seongsangsgf @strawberry-joong @tinkerbellwoo @vocalyunho @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @ethan806

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meximorrita · 4 years

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Spicy headcanons for my fave underrated boys

↳Characters: Michinari Akagi, Ren Omimi, Kourai Hoshiumi, Hayato Yamagata, Reon Ohira, Nobuyuki Kai.

↳ Rating: +18

↳ A/n. Okay, tumblr, you're gonna make me do it, huh? You are going to make me write content for my underated boys, huh? Being honest, i’ts my fault for having a crush on characters with less than 10 lines u.u.

Give these angels more love 2021

Michinari Akagi

⇥A switch leaning to dom.

⇥Tends to put your pleasure first.

"What about me?" He repeats your question. "Don't worry about me, baby." Behind his words there's a painful erection.

⇥He could spend hours between your legs.

"You taste so good!"

⇥He is messy and eager. Likes to spit.

⇥Poor man, can't keep his hands to himself.

⇥He denies his praise kink but he can't hide the spark in his eyes when you tell him how good he makes you feel.

⇥He has a thing for sport leggings. He would like to rip some pairs but he wouldn't want you to get mad.

Kourai Hoshiumi

⇥He loves fucking you while you are wearing his Jersey.

⇥It doesn't matter if you moan, grunt, scream or if you babble sentences, he loves to hear your pretty sounds. It boosts his ego.

"Come on, baby. Louder. Let them hear that I am making you feel this good"

⇥Needless to say: SayHisName

⇥Mostly a dom. But he would let you take the reins every once and then. When you are feeling extra confident he is pouty in your hands.

⇥Sessions with him are overwhelming. His pace is fast and rough and he is not so good at aftercare. You'll have to tell him what to do the first times.

Ren Omimi

⇥Shit, he is so big. I am in love.

⇥Ofc his hands are big as well. Although he is not pretty skilled with them their size does it.

⇥Pretty serious in bed. But sometimes he would crack a low chuckle at the sight of you turning into a mess.

⇥Not a big talker but he makes the hottest sounds with that low voice of his. He tries to keep them down but you just won't let it happen, trying your best to get them out of him.

⇥Pretty vainilla. When he is feeling specially kinky he may add blindfolds and some ropes.

⇥Pls suck him off 🙏🏼💕 He may not say it all the time but he is so mesmerized by the sight of your lips around his cock.

Hayato Yamagata

⇥This man's stamina! 💕👌🏼

⇥He is always trying new positions. Worry not, he likes to do all the work!

⇥He is rough. The kind of rough that leaves bruises where his fingers were.

⇥He grunts a lot. Forgive him. He is just too lost in pleasure to form a coherent sentence. Plus, he is putting that much effort 🥺💕

⇥He has a weakness for facials but he doesn't know how to bring it up. When he finally tells you (And you happily oblige) he makes sure to take pictures of your beautiful face covered in his cum 😌💕

⇥He has no shame showing the marks you give him...well, a little bit, he just forgets they're there until some else brings it up.

Reon Ohira

⇥Best partner ever!

⇥He is such a considerate lover. Loves to hold you close and kiss your body.

⇥ On the other hand, he allows himself to be selfish with his pace. He takes his sweet time. He adores the feeling of being inside you, so you're in for painfully slow trusts deep deep inside.

"Please, Reon, go faster. Please"

"Just a little more, love...I could stay inside you forever. So damn tight"

⇥Omg! I headcanon that sometimes he says "There we go" after cumming. PLS STOP, LOVE.

⇥You know it already, but I will still say it: aftercare master. He cleans you up carefully and brings you everything you need.

Nobuyuki Kai

⇥He can get rough but he'd always make you feel appreciated telling you how much of a "pretty thing" you are.

⇥He loves to see you in cute outfits and taking you in them.

⇥Kind of a sadist tbh.

⇥This tease. He would give you the loveliest smile while he overstimulates you.

⇥The kind of man that would remind you of your manners mid-fucking:

"Shit, Nobu, so good. More." you cry and he pulls out abruptly.

"No! No! No! No! Why-?!" Your glassy eyes meet his.

"Y/N, you know better than that. I can't let my baby get away with those dirty words."

⇥The amount of begging and promises you'll have to do in order to be stuffed again.

⇥Again: AFTERCARE KING. He would make sure you're okay and bring some snacks and play your comfort movie as he holds you.

#akagi michinari #hoshiumi kourai #omimi ren #reon ohira #yamagata hayato #kai nobuyuki #akagi x reader #hoshiumi x reader #omimi x reader #reon x reader #yamagata x reader #kai nobuyuki x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #headcanons #mios #uy #haikyuu smut

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albatris · 2 years

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ok so this is Very Many bc im interested but. pls pick nd choose what u want gdkshsksjdsk

7, 9, 15, 28, 35, 36, 38, 40

(....at first I only typed Many but. yeah I'm adding the Very too jtdsjskjgd)

thank you for the questions!! :D :D

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

oh, I just ADORE the puzzle-solving aspect! I love puzzling things together and feeling like a genius when things click into place so perfectly and deliciously >:D like yes, sometimes I mess up or make silly mistakes, but eventually things will always slot together and Make Sense and I love problem solving in writing.....!!! I love tying threads together and making parallels and creating the perfect foreshadowing and designing funky little mysteries. I am both creating the puzzle and solving it as I go hehe

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

yes! I believe in ghosts, though the specifics of my beliefs surrounding ghosts are!! difficult for me to explain hahahaha

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I don't do a lot of reading physical books these days, and when I do I don't tend to write in them anymore, but yes, I used to often write in margins, making little notes and commentaries :3 I do dog-ear pages! it's no worries to me if it's my own book, I see no harm, but I wouldn't do it to someone else's book. I couldn't ever read in the bath, I'm way too clumsy, that book is GOING to fall in hahaha. and no, no judgment from me, books are meant to be experienced and enjoyed, so however you do this is fine by me! as long as it's your own book, no harm done!

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Tris Greer!!!! I love him!! he's such a sweet kid, n I'm not at all biased by the fact that I designed him as exactly the sort of protagonist I would have loved to read about when I was in my teenage years and coming to grips with psychosis and my mental health :P in general, I just have a big soft spot for him, he's anxious and kind and gentle, he goes out of his way to buy scraps of deli meat on his way to school so he can give them to the stray cat he likes to chat to and is trying to befriend, he adores his friends and his siblings, he doesn't show affection or emotion in the "correct" ways and people find him a bit odd, but he's a good kid with a good heart :3

plus, there's something so endearing about just........ idk, Tris adores his brother so much, n Jacob gets yeeted into this fucked-up little air bubble dimension between two realities in a freak accident of space and time, n everyone is just kind of........... not..... doing anything useful about that. so u just have Tris, terrified of everything, will have a panic attack if his bus ever goes a slightly different route than normal, has enough trouble leaving his front door let alone his entire dimension..... just kind of. staring this chaotic uncaring cosmic machinery of the universe right in the face and declaring "hey no that's my brother give him back" then going to hell and back to make it happen even though everyone thinks it's impossible

n he doesn't consider himself strong or smart or brave but he is ;-;

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

ok this is gonna get reaaaaally petty, forgive me, forgive me

I haaaaaate when people insist you have to learn the rules before you break them (is "learn the rules before you break the rules" a rule?). anyway, that is ONE WAY TO LEARN. that is ONE WAY TO IMPROVE YOUR WRITING. that is ONE APPROACH. but it's EQUALLY valid to learn simply by doing and throwing yourself in and doing whatever you want and getting messy and experimenting however you want, learning the rules be damned. break 'em. break 'em right off the bat. do it

some people learn best by trying stuff for themselves and seeing what works and what doesn't and by messing about and just!!! writing!!!

if I'd tried to "learn the rules before I broke them" I'd never have written ANYTHING interesting because I would have been so caught up in trying to make sure that if I was doing anything weird or offbeat or that I hadn't seen before, I was breaking the rules "correctly", and not writing badly or being cringey or whatever else. I learned entirely by doing what I wanted and just getting messy and experimenting and LEARNING from what worked and what didn't over time from practice and patience and messy fun, not from learning the rules to make sure I was "breaking them correctly"

"break the rules correctly" ugh

and like, sure, I wrote some stuff that objectively sucked and was dreadful, but guess what. guess what. so does every beginner writer. whether they learned the rules before they broke them or not

n you know what. I got just as good as anyone who insisted I was going about things the wrong way

so, sure, "learn the rules before you break them" is one way to approach things, but "just get in there and fuck stuff up" is an equally valid approach

..........and I especially hate the times I've made posts encouraging experimentation and fun and mess and the freedom of screwing around with the rules however you like if that's what you want to do and people insist on adding "learn the rules before you break them" to my post lmao

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

............I have immediately forgotten every single thing I have ever known. I think...... well, I haven't addressed them much in writing in the way I'd like to yet, but I have some unique takes on loneliness I'd love to explore....... what do I know, what do I know....... I know working for a shitty courier company, I know lots of good vegetarian restaurants, I know South Australian road rules, I know cats, I know type 1 diabetes and schizotypal PD, I know I love my best friend and my partner and would like to give them both a little kiss on the forehead, I know the right amount of spices to put in the noodle soup dish my parents like :3

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

ahahaha, I don't think my writing process is that weird, but I don't think a lot of things I do are that weird, then sometimes I mention things and people are like "????? huh?????" so........... hm

idk, I treat writing scenes the exact same way I treat drafting a drawing on clip studio paint. not in a vague metaphorical sense, in a very literal one. except one is Words and one is Pictures. same thing but different. I also frequently chatter aimlessly to myself for the same reason. I shan't be elaborating. I literally have no idea how to explain

it's about the layers, I think

I write in layers and I don't mean first draft, second draft, third draft style layers. what I do mean, however, is..... confusing to explain

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

ooh, here, when I was very small I received a book called "Cat Haiku" as a gift, so here are two cat haiku for you :3

You rush, and I weave Between your legs. You curse; why? This is my Cat Dance.

and

I feel no need to Accomplish things. I exist; That's triumph enough.

#I did in fact answer all of these hahaha #ty again for the questions :D

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jungxk · 5 years

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crush

filed under. i totally forgot i wrote this. also i like the name eunmi sue me

notes. thank you to @lonelyending for reading thru this crusty story and making me feel good enough about it again to post it. also @suga-kookiemonster bc im pretty sure i sent u this like a year ago and u told me to post it it but....i forgot abt it shdgjsgd. writing/life in general has been hard recently so pls accept this kookfic to hold yous over until i update just one

genre. fluff, light comedy, light angst, smut

warnings. smut (oral sex: f receiving, penetrative unprotected sex)

length. 5.1k

the first thing jungkook thinks when he sees you is wow.

he hasn't been up for very long, and you don't even know he's looking at you through the window. yoongi-hyung has wrapped you up in his arms as you sob and sob, muted behind the protective hospital glass. even with messy hair and wet eyes he's starstruck. it's why he recoils slightly when jimin and namjoon explain to him that you're his wife.

"my," he can't even say the word. "my..."

"your wife," namjoon repeats. "you know what a wife is, right? marriage?"

"yes," jungkook huffs, digging his nails into his scalp. "i lost my memory, hyung, not my fucking brain cells."

he suddenly registers the gold band glistening on his left hand, simple and heavy. he has to take a second to collect himself. "but...but i'm twenty-three. right? i am twenty-three, yeah?"

"yeah. you are," jimin says softly.

"then how the fuck am i already married? not that i'm complaining i just," he suddenly turns pink at the thought of you in a wedding dress, clinging onto his arm, breakfast dates, late night ramen runs at the convenience store, painting the living room in a house you probably share, naked in bed on top of him. jungkook clears his throat. "it just seems a little out of character for me. i can't commit to a pair of shoes for a week let alone-"

"i think it's best if you just spoke with ____," jimin finishes before jungkook can work himself into a frenzy, a comforting hand laying on his shoulder. "you two need to talk anyway and it's best if all these answers came from her."

jungkook gulps at the thought of speaking to you, seeing you face to face. suddenly he's a cripplingly shy fourteen year old again.

"okay." he croaks. "okay."

you were even more beautiful up close.

your tear stained cheeks are glowing and blotchy when you perch on the chair beside his bed, big eyes fluttering up at him nervously. you're soft and plush and shorter than he thought and jungkook has to fist his hands in the sheets and play a counting game with the heart rate monitor in order to maintain eye contact. he feels himself start to sweat when you smile sadly at him. "sorry, i just...i don't know how to be around you normally without making you uncomfortable," you say quietly, wringing your hands together to avoid touching him.

"uncomfortable?" he queries, gaze latching onto the ring on your hand. seeing it on you gives him a nice feeling.

you nod into your lap. "yeah, um..." you look at your scuffed shoes, searching for the word. "we're usually very...touchy."

he can feel himself turning red again. "t-touchy?"

you meet his eyes and a pretty smile breaks over your face at how bashful he looks, making jungkook's cheeks tinge even pinker than they already are. you nod cutely so your earrings tinkle, eyes shining, and suddenly he understands without any context why he fell in love with you, why he married you so young. you let a comfortable silence settle over the room before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself. "how much do you remember, jungkook?"

he tries not to cave under the weight of his guilt. "not a lot about...you, that is," he finishes with a wince, your sad eyes immediately making him wilt with shame. "i remember everything up until a couple of years ago. we had a show at the japanese dome, debuted in america, and then...nothing. and now..."

"and now," you echo softly. your eyes look distant, staring at the floor.

"i'm sorry," jungkook whispers, chin touching his chest. "hyung told me...they all told me how much i loved you and...and i'm sorry i don't remember any of it. i'm so sorry."

you shake your head gently. "don't be sorry, jungkook-ah," the pet name makes his ears perk up. its a familiar, calming sound. "none of this is your fault. you didn't ask to get hit by that car." your expression turns remorseful, tugging at his heart. "if anything, this is because of me. the only reason you were out was because i asked you to go and get eggs and formula even though i should've remembered to pick some up on the way home and-"

"no, no! please don't blame yourself," jungkook tries, wishing he was close enough or even brave enough to take your hand. you look up at him and he catches a glimpse of the endless pool of love you harbour for him, like a punch to the chest. "i don't ever want you thinking this was your fault. so ple-" he pauses. "wait, formula?"

the door bursts open before he can finish, pitter patter steps rounding his bed until it reaches the other side, where you sit. a little girl with big dark eyes and curls of dark hair stares at him in wonder and elation, her cheeks dimpling just like yours before she screeches, "appa!"

jungkook's mouth goes dry. appa?

you're quick to intervene, putting yourself in the toddlers path to scoop her up in your arms. her grabby little hands struggle over your shoulder, fingers wriggling in attempt to get as close to jungkook as possible. he only stares with wide eyes and an open mouth, heart hammering in his chest when he sees the uncanny resemblances: his round nose. your brown skin but just a twinge fairer. his hooded eyes. and his stomach lurches.

"shhh, eunmi," you coo as you carry her away even with her squirming. "remember what i said before? appa is sick. appa is sick, baby-"

"we have a child?" jungkook wheezes, eyes starting to glaze over. there's a bout of silence when you look back at him guiltily, the baby's fumbling grinding to a halt when she registers the tension in the air. jungkook's breath is barely a whisper. "is that my daughter?"

your face crumples with a fresh bout of tears and eunmi looks on worriedly. she pushes her little lips into your cheek in a baby's kiss, like she's seen her father do so many times to get your attention. the word "amma," is muffled into your skin until you get yourself together and press a short kiss to her head.

yoongi rushes in, face twisted in apology. "i swear to god i turned around for one minute and-"

"it's okay, yoongi," you say quietly, stroking the baby's head. "eunmi, stay with uncle just a bit longer, okay? amma will be back in a minute..."

"appa," she whines over your shoulder, reaching for jungkook who sits helplessly in his bed. he watches with tears wetting his eyelashes, heart twisting in agony at the sight of his child he doesn't remember stretching her arms out for him. she begins to cry when he doesn't react or coo her. like he used to.

"take her, yoongi," you say shakily, passing the baby to him. the sound of eunmi's crying makes your heart shatter all over again, yoongi's quiet hushing doing nothing to qualm her sobbing as the heavy door closes behind them.

the silence that falls between the two of you is nothing short of excruciating. jungkook's head spins, completely overwhelmed: is that why you both got married so young? because of a child? was this why jimin and namjoon wouldn't say a damn thing about his life until he spoke to you first?

and then all the other questions that followed: was he a good father? when was his daughter's birthday? did she like kimchi and banana milk too? did he sing to her? read to her often?

would she ever forgive him for not being able to remember her?

"her name is eunmi," you say, looking down at the floor when jungkook starts to cry.

jungkook doesn't understand how his baby could be so pretty. she's golden brown like those sandy beaches on postcards, with chubby cheeks and twinkling dark eyes that resemble yours to a t, and that's when he realises of course she's beautiful. she's yours. you balance eunmi on your hip while you make coffee - decaf, since you're still weaning - and despite the amnesia jungkook feels like he's been here before, in this warm, happy place that is the kitchen.

"she got your nose though," you remind him, dumping the baby in his lap upon her fussing. she always seemed to wind down under his touch, and although nervous about the sudden responsibility of fatherhood, jungkook is compelled to give it. eunmi doesn't understand anything's changed so he doesn't see why he should act like it. "she's whiny before her milk too. like you."

"hey!" he retorts, but can't exactly defend himself. he twirls his fingers around her curly pigtails until she catches on and tries to stand on his thighs, reaching for his hair to yank. jungkook lets her. he's barely known his daughter a week and he's already so smitten he'd let her gut him open with a butter knife.

"she missed you, you know. when you were in hospital all this time," you say, making him look up to watch you stare into your drink. the fear still lingers in your eyes, faint and persistent. he can see it every time you look at him and it makes his body yearn to touch you like he once did, like he once would have before his brain unlearned everything his heart didn't. you laugh while watching eunmi pull his hair again, making him hiss. "even yoongi tried but no one coddles her as much as you."

"really?" he asks, face lighting up. he's so happy to hear that. jungkook hates the way the question bubbles up in the back of his throat, like it'd make a difference or it'd change how he felt. but he has to ask it. "is that why...is that why we got married so early, then?" he says, trying to sound as offhand as possible. "because of eunmi?"

you chew your lip. "yeah. i mean, you said it wasn't a big deal. because you were going to marry me eventually so it didn't make a difference, but...it doesn't really matter i guess, because that's not what everyone else thinks," you pause, tracing the rim of your mug again. "that's certainly not what your fans think."

jungkook doesn't even want to think about it. the backlash, the gossip, the name calling and dehumanisation. for the first time in his life jungkook couldn't give less of a shit about his reputation. "i'm sorry," he says, feeling like the word has lost meaning by now with how much he's said it. "i'm so sorry. not for this, for us or for eunmi. i don't regret any of that i just," he shifts the baby in his lap, still getting used to her weight. "i can only imagine what you went through."

you look a bit bewildered. "...you said that last time too." you smile again reassuringly. "please don't feel solely responsible, kook-ah. you didn't exactly get me pregnant on your own."

he flushes tomato red and you giggle at him until eunmi joins in too.

jungkook can't keep his eyes off you while you play with the baby, comb out her hair, sing her lullabies while you bathe her together. he'd always wanted a whirlwind romance as a teen and it looks like he finally got it, because he can feel himself fall head first in love with you (all over again). it didn’t make sense for someone to be so collected and easygoing after having motherhood forced onto you so abruptly. you tell him often that he's a picture-perfect dad, but jungkook still doubts he compares.

"does she need a change?" he asks, struggling to keep all of eunmi's wriggling limbs in his grip.

"nope, just hungry," you say, reaching out when he passes the baby to you. you're about to stand up and go to the guest room to feed her, but jungkook is already arranging the pillows next to him for you, grabbing a baby cloth on the side too.

"do you need another pillow?" he muses aloud, but he's already grabbing the ones on his side of the bed before you can answer, forming a wedge for you to sit nicely beside him. he looks up at you when you fail to move. "are you okay?"

"yeah i, um," you chew your lip nervously. "you don't...mind me feeding here?"

you immediately regret the question once it leaves your mouth. jungkook's crestfallen expression hits you right in the stomach, round eyes glittering up at you. he hasn't looked this upset since he woke up nearly a month ago. "why would i ever mind?”

"oh jungkook," you sniff, sitting beside him. he pulls you into the nest of pillows beside him, arm winding protectively around your shoulders. your eyes brim with sympathy tears, tired and angry and upset with treating him like a stranger.

"if i make you feel uncomfortable, i can go," he offers quietly. "if it makes you feel weird i understand..."

"no, not at all," you rush to stop him, suddenly realising how close you are. you could kiss his pink little lips if you just tilted your head up. "i just didn't want to make you feel weird. all this new stuff is happening to you, you're suddenly a husband and a father with no recollection of signing up or it and i just...i don't know how much you want to invest the second time around," you scramble to finish your sentence when he pins you with a concerned expression. “as in, i understand if you don’t want to make the same choice twice. it’s a big decision.”

he shakes his head dismissively. there wasn't a thing in the world that could make him turn his back on his family but it looked like you still needed convincing. he peers at you curiously when you position the baby. "so i can stay?"

you smile at him eagerly. "of course," you undo the nursing strap of your bra before the baby finally latches. "i actually prefer it when you're here. it makes me feel safe."

jungkook watches quietly while you hum for the baby, playing with her little hand while she drinks. the adoration seeps out of him in waves, how serene you look while you rock her, how angelic eunmi looks while she blinks her big doll eyes up at you both. she won't stay this little forever. he feels so overwhelmed by it, gathering you further in his arms with the urge to hold his family in his hands like a diamond. you don't question the little sniffles jungkook buries into your hair, resting your head on his shoulder wordlessly. you missed being held by him, missed his cotton scent and gentle breath.

"i love her so much," he whispers into the shell of your ear, entranced by the baby's little gurgles and gulps. he reaches out to run his knuckle over the velvet of her cheek, round and stuffed with milk. "i feel like i'll die, i love her so much."

"me too," you smile. "it was scary and hard for a long time but...i'm so glad we had her. i wouldn't trade her for anything."

you feel jungkook's lips trace your temple, heart stuttering upon the sudden contact. you hear what he doesn’t say: i wouldn't trade either of you.

"why are you so sweaty?" jimin scowls, noting the dark patches under jungkook's t-shirt when he tries to take the baby from his arms. "it's not even humid today."

jungkook doesn't do anything but gulp and cuddle a sleeping eunmi closer to his chest. she's become somewhat of a security blanket for him; even if she wasn't awake to play, he was always itching to hold her and nuzzle into her head when he's tense or embarrassed. like now.

"leave him alone, you know he sweats when he's shy," yoongi grins.

"stop it," jungkook mumbles.

"shy? what for?"

"because he's got a crush on his wife," namjoon snickers, knowing jungkook would whack him one if his arms weren't around his kid. "why are you looking at me like that? it's true!"

"but you can't just say it! she'll hear!" he hisses.

"you're married," jimin deadpans but it only makes the younger boy curl in on his baby more. "god, this reminds of when you two met. remember how he used to hide behind manager hyung every time ____ came in? and then i had to listen to them fuck in the next room for a year only to end up back here all over again-"

"jungkook," you call. "where did these come from?" you walk into the sitting room with a bouquet of yellow roses nestled in your arms. "did a fan send them? i didn't see a note they were just on the worktop-"

"th-those are for you," he mumbles. "i got those for you."

you look so pretty when you stare it makes him sweat harder and the three older boys all but burst a vein in their head trying not to laugh when leaving the room. there's an awkward silence where you clutch the flowers and he clutches the baby. "thank you," you say finally. "they're beautiful, i love the colour yellow..."

his big doe eyes round up to look at you even though the lower half of his face is smushed into pigtails. "you're welcome."

"can i kiss you?" you blurt out, too fast to stop it. your cheeks are still stinging and you're pretty sure you have baby powder in your hair but jungkook looks at you with awe as he nods so vigorously his earrings shake.

so you do, leaning over the arm of the sofa to press your mouth over his long enough for both your breaths to catch. you pull away, moving to sit next to him so his free arm can wind around your shoulders when you kiss him again. "please," he mumbles when you part. "please don't ask to kiss me. just do it," he leans for another long, warm kiss that leaves you light headed. "stop tip-toeing around me, okay? we're married. i know i scare easy, but not that easy."

you feel giddy, finally feeling the weight being lifted piece by piece. "okay," you peck his mole endearingly before scooting up for another kiss. "i missed this."

"me too," he hums into your mouth. "it feels like the first time but also...not the first time, you know? not just because i don't remember but like," he doesn't know how to say it, wetting his lips thoughtfully. your chapstick is cherry flavoured, his favourite. "like we've been doing this for longer than both of us even realise. longer than this life."

"i know," you nod. "i know."

after a while, you forgot about jungkook's amnesia altogether. even though the chances of him making a full recovery were slim, it all felt so normal and back to routine, all the kissing and the cuddling and the playing with eunmi. there was almost no room for trepidation anymore. until now.

you moan into jungkook's mouth when he pulls you onto his thighs, big hands palming your ass when you grind into him. he's only mildly concerned that he'll cum in his pants at this rate but he doesn't fret too much: that was secondary to undressing you and touching you and pleasing you and making you scream as loud as he could make you without waking the baby. he has nearly three years of re-learning your body to catch up on and he's eager to start.

he's quickly reminded during this process that you are a master. you know exactly where to kiss him, exactly how much pressure to kneed into his cock with your hips, exactly how much tongue he wants in his mouth until he's whining and damp for you. of course you know his body like the back of your hand - your child wasn't conceived from thin air. it makes him all the more desperate to learn, almost antsy to get his mouth and hands on you until you're writhing and breathless beneath him.

you gasp when you feel his hand slip between your legs, rubbing his fingers over your shorts. you automatically rock your covered wetness into his touch, the long whimper you muffle into his neck sending jungkook soaring through the clouds with pride. you're so lost in the feeling, having missed it so much, you're barely able to squeak a stop! when he hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your panties.

his eyes shoot open. "what's wrong?"

"j-jungkook," you shuffle in his grip, feeling so embarrassed under his scrutiny you don't know where to look. "it's not that i want you to stop but. listen, just," you cling to his shoulders, shivering when his hands drag reassuringly up to your waist. "just remember that...i've had a kid, okay? i'm not gonna look like before."

he blinks. "i don't remember what you looked like before."

"no, i mean like," you lick your lips, tasting him there. "it's still something to keep in mind. i'm not gonna be as smooth and perky in places like all those idol girls you perform next to, so just-" he watches you fumble nervously in his lap, the growing disbelief making him blink. "don't expect too much okay? things might not look the way you imagine them to and i don't want you to feel-"

"stop," he cuts off, tugging you so you're seated over his erection again. the look jungkook pins you with is so intense you can feel your pulse thrum in your ears, the harsh rise and fall of his chest making him appear that much more passionate. "this body," he slips his hands up your top, palming your skin. "made my child. i take offence to it being spoken about with anything less than admiration, even by you."

"kook-ah," you say nervously, but still let him remove your pj top over your head before you laying you under him on the bed. you don't know why your eyes suddenly prick with tears when he traces over your stretch marks and discoloured skin with his smooth lips. "this kept my daughter warm," he kisses under your navel, sliding up to your heavy breasts. he kisses each darkened nipple, swollen from the baby's mouth. "these feed her." he rises further still, before planting his mouth on your forehead in a short peck. "and this raises her. so how can i be anything but proud to touch you?"

"jungkook, stop," you sniff, tears wetting your lashes. your eyes fall shut when he wipes them away with his thumb, lips ghosting over your cheeks and nose.

"what did i say about tip-toeing around me?" he whispers, forcing you to look him in the eye. only then do you see the tears there, all the ardour and respect he holds for you pooling in those brown depths. "i'm your husband. let me be your husband."

you kiss him before you can start crying again, letting him part your mouth and taste you long and hard before finally undressing himself and slipping your shorts off. this is all a first for him, and it's been so long since you've done this it's almost like a first for you too, frantic and messy and desperate to feel jungkook lodged inside you where he belongs. you know he must share the sentiment when he splits your thighs over the narrow of his hips, hooking them there while he gets a good look of his erection rubbing through your slick.

no wonder i knocked her up, jungkook muses faintly. i don't think i can ever stop doing this.

"jungkook, please," you run a hand through his hair, grinding against his cock in encouragement but he still won't take the plunge. instead, your voice reminds him of his initial objective, causing him to saunter down between your legs faster than you can process. he's licking into you before you can have a second thought about it, mouth falling open with a loud moan when he traces around your clit in firm circles.

he has your knees over his shoulders and his arms wound around your hips so you have nowhere to go, nothing to do but buck into his attentive mouth, jungkook's groans vibrating against you until you can barely keep yourself together - he's always enjoyed this as much as you have. which is why he takes his time, explores every crevice and subsequent response, relishing in the gush of wetness when he does something right. he even goes as far as holding his tongue stagnant against your folds so you have no choice but to rub yourself into him for friction, so entranced he is by your invigorating reactions. only when you're squirming and whimpering with deliriousness does he finally give in and resume a steady pace over your swollen clit, two fingers sliding in home so you have something to come around. and you do.

messy and wet and shrieking into the pillow by your head so that you're muffled enough to not wake the baby down the hall, your orgasm drawing out longer than normal as you do your best to ride it out. jungkook carries you through it, gulping down as much of your arousal as he can manage until your hips finally drop back into the bed in post-climax exhaustion. on the contrary, the only reason he stops lapping at you is because you tug him away by the hair, bringing him up to you and between your legs again before he can do anything about it.

he splutters with a moan at the sudden contact of your wetness against his cock again, eyes fluttering shut and allowing you to bring him in, arms and legs winding securely around him so that you're flush against each other, hips rocking in tandem. jungkook is so caught up in the feeling - not the sex but the safety of being held, being connected like this - that you're the one to reach down and position his tip against your hot center, before finally running your hands down your husband's back to cup his ass and shove him into you.

jungkook gasps, breath shaking at how tight you are. you're so hot, so snug around him his eyes shut upon instinct, letting your hands guide his hips and showing him how to move in that perfect rolling motion that you're only familiar with after years of practice. and jungkook, of course, is a fast learner. it doesn't take long for him to take the reigns and fuck you just how you like it, adding in a sharp snap of his hips every now and again just to listen to you squeak in surprise. the wet sounds of your joined arousal coupled with you moaning under him is near cathartic, sending him hurtling to his finish line.

but before he can get there you shift him over, thick thighs helping you roll and pin him under you on the bed. jungkook grapples at your waist when you resume a slower but harder rock of your hips that has his length grinding against your clenching walls, his head thrown back at the intensity of it. you ride him through it, peppering the moles on his pretty neck with kisses and sucks, mouth finding his stiff little nipple to give it a swirl too. it's exactly what he needs to finish off, fingers digging into your flesh as he bucks wildly, filling you full of his seed while he calls your name. you slow to a stop when his hands finally fall limp on your thighs, his chest heaving under you and covered in sweat. you giggle. he always got so sweaty.

"you did so well, kookie," you whisper, kissing his damp neck and collar bones. his arms are suddenly around you again for comfort. "you were so good for me...always so good to me..."

"you," he croaks finally, eyes half lidded and a little delirious. "you didn't finish?"

you giggle at his genuine concern, pecking his wet lips. "i got mine, remember?"

"how many times?" jungkook is suddenly alert, tugging your wrist to get your attention before you can climb off him. his other hand is still around your middle so moving was out of the question until he allowed it. he was still inside you. "how many times do i usually make you come?"

you blink in embarrassment. you never really thought about it, let alone counted. "um...i don't know..." he waits for an answer, awfully serious about it. "a-at least two or three, i guess."

you yelp when he flips you back over, fingers immediately prying your cum soaked folds apart to nestle inside. "then don't act like we're done."

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook au #jungkook scenario #jungkook smut #myfic #dont we all love a memory loss au

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