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kuroosdarling · 9 months

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LIKE A VIRGIN — ༉‧₊˚.

ft gojo satoru !

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. unprotected sex, fingering, lots of praise, creampie, aftercare — WC : 2.4k

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after years of pining after each other, the moment has finally come. gojo was never one to be shy about having sex but it turns out being intimate was a whole different thing.

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : i promise that one day i’ll cut back on writing lovesick characters but sadly today is not that day hehe enjoy ! <3

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

loving satoru is holding the notion that while you may be star crossed lovers, the cosmos severely underestimated how much love he held for you.

instead of crossing paths, he collided into you, changing the scope of your world with a simple introduction that had the universe questioning why it even bothered to try to keep you two apart in the first place.

time has passed since then but that connection has always remained, the two of you circling around each other in a dance of fate. all it takes is for one of you to leap, and since gojo never did — it was up to you.

so you leapt.

and it was a wondrous blur, the planet aligning for this singular event that had all the stars on the edge of their seats. it all brought you to this moment, mouth crashing together in a hurried flurry, setting your body ablaze.

whispers of endearment flood out of your mouth and into his head, leaving it reeling in its wake. you could tell a part of him was still missing, lurking in the shadows, too scared to come out just yet.

it didn’t bother you at first, not when his lips never left yours — nibbling your bottom lip anytime you tried to break for air.

but the damned blindfold still hung around his face, covering the eyes you so desperately want to see. he didn’t actively have his infinity on but the distance between you could’ve fooled you.

annoyance started to flicker within you, twirling around with the unabridged want and causing the fire to spread. you finally pull away from his kiss, leaving you breathless.

but he kept on, kissing down your neck and not even sparing a glance at you. but who could tell with the dark blue fabric wrapped around his head. a part of you envied it for a second, craving that level of closeness it shares with its holder.

there was a moment of hesitance, one so short that if you weren’t so hyper focused on him, you would’ve missed it. at first, you shook it off, opting to help him out by unsnapping your bra and sliding it off.

the second the fabric hit the floor, gojo pounced, shoving his face between your tits before enveloping one of your nipples in his mouth. you mewl at the sensation which only has him sucking a little harder before he switches to the other side.

“gojo.” you coo, trying to pull him back up so you can properly look at him. but he kept kissing your chest, leaving little marks that you’ll carry with you for the days to come.

you watch as his hands tremble slightly, the way his breathing was uneven. all of it could’ve been chalked up to the heated moment, but something told you that wasn’t the case.

“gojo. why are you acting like this? you’re not a virgin, are you?” you tease him despite knowing he’s not. a foolish attempt to cover up the insecurity on why he felt the need to keep a barrier up with you.

the words didn’t come out as gracefully as you wanted but you’d figure he’d rip your clothes off by now, flip you over, and start fucking into you like he did with the other women he used to bring over. but he could barely look at you. and it annoyed you.

“no but-“ a pause. “you kind of make me feel like one, though.” he said honestly. there wasn’t his usual overly playful lilt in his voice. instead, it was coated with something a little more serious — more raw.

“what? how?” you try to pivot so you can look at him, but he keeps you in place.

“because it’s you. the other women i’ve slept with have never made it past that, it was always just sex. but you? it’s so different, so new.”

“gojo, i-“

“please, call me satoru.” he continues placing kisses along your neck, running his lips back and forth until he was sure he covered every inch with his affection. “i’ve wanted you for so long, since the day i met you.”

“satoru,” you start, but your breath hitches as his hand starts gliding down your body, hiking your skirt up as it trails back up.

“and you just had to wear this skirt tonight.” he almost groaned into your neck, his fingers trailing up your thigh. everything felt so suffocating, like if he didn’t kiss you right then and there, you’d never recover. “always drove me so crazy because all i wanted to do was flip it up and sink my dick into you.”

“well there’s nothing stopping you now.” you tease.

and that’s all it took to flip the switch.

finally, he was a man of action, pulling back and hastily removing his blindfold so he’d let you look into his beautiful eyes. the normally bright blue color was quickly descending into a dark abyss, his pupils looking wider than you’d ever seen them — almost a little crazed.

the moment your eyes met his, you felt all the walls crashing down into a pile of rubble at your feet. the explosion was instantaneous as the sparkled ones met yours, holding nothing but a swirl of love and lust. utter devotion that he was ready to pour into you.

“been waiting for this for too long.” the words rushed out of him in a slight whine as he leaned in, melding his lips against yours in a filthy kiss that had you instantly hooking your leg around his waist.

his hands pushed you further into the bed, before it trailed up your leg to keep it in place. his clothed cock started grinding up against your core and it was already all too consuming. his fingers trailed up your legs before dancing along your inner thigh. the movement tickling you but gojo isn’t letting up from the kiss.

he pulls back for a second, his slightly sweaty forehead leaning on yours as he looks down to where his hand grazes along your cunt. your hips buck up at the sensation. gojo’s glossy lips slightly part as he rips your panties down your legs.

before you can call out in protest, he’s sliding one lengthy, lithe finger in your already sopping pussy. his focus goes back to your face as you let out a mewl, already humping his hand for more.

“you want more?” he asks, whispering against your lips. he feels your breath swirl with his but he won’t connect with you — not until he has an answer. you can only nod, moving your hips faster. “how much can you take?”

“all of it-“ your mind is already fading fast, pleasure crawling up your body with each thrust gojo’s finger gives you.

he adds a second finger and it’s all it took to have you unravel around him, clawing at his hair — his back, your hands roaming all over him to find purchase as you squeeze around his digits. he watches in awe, mesmerized by how beautiful you are.

with a slight pop, his fingers slide out of you and directly into his mouth. he groans unashamedly at the taste, eyes fluttering shut as if it would help him savor it a little more.

you move to get up, to get closer to him but he lightly pushes you back on the bed, opting to grab your ankles and hike you closer to the edge.

“i hope you weren’t lying earlier when you said you could take it all.” he unzips his pants, pulling out his leaky cock, precum already drooling off the sides. he gives it a few pumps, showcasing how long he is, relishing in the small gulp you give out. “because you’re about to get it all.”

your fingers weave themselves into the sheets as if it will ground you from the way gojo was trying to split you in half with his cock. with a soft groan, he eases the tip in. slowly pushing in, inch by inch.

even though he’s taking it slow, his whole body is screaming at him to hurry up. hell, even your body was suggesting it as you greedily sucked him in.

but it was so much better this way. the way your moans and his groans meshed together in the air paired with your warm, tight walls pull him in, had him wanting to savor this moment for as long as he could.

besides, if he pushed in like he wanted to, he’d probably cum on the spot. and since you already made a teasing comment about him being a virgin earlier — he decided it was best to hold back right now.

but then he bottomed out and he’s never heard a sweeter cry fall from anyone’s lips. tearing his eyes away from where you two were now fully connected, he trailed back up to your blissed out face.

“satoru-“ you coo up at him, reaching your arms up to touch him. “move, please.”

once your arms entangle themselves around his neck, he pulls back out. another whine fell from your mouth and had him driving back into you, thrusting like his life depended on it.

after years of repressing his feelings, of acting like he didn’t care about you even though he was pretty sure you were the reason the earth spun — he finally got to be with you. finally felt like he was good enough to have you like this, let alone touch you.

and the way you sang for him had him chasing a high he doesn’t think he’ll ever reach with anyone else. you were it for him and this just further proved that point.

“yeah, fuck, just like that.” he grunts your name by your ear, slipping closer to your body as he desperately keeps pushing into you. he needed to hear you say it, needed that validation to keep him going. “you look so pretty when you take this dick. who’s — shit — who’s fucking you so good, huh?”

“you!” you cry out, digging your fingers in his back. “you are-“

“you're so good for me, feel s’good around me, fucking made for me.” he keeps babbling as his fingers quickly reach down to twirl around your neglected nub, causing you to cry out his name again. the sound was heavenly and he never thought he’d have a chance to hear an angel sing, but here he was — blessed as can be. “this pussy is so good, best i’ve ever had. want it to be all mine.”

“it is! it’s all yours, satoru!” you hiccup, his thrusts paired with the way he was playing with your clit was sending you into overdrive. he let out a moan as you clenched around him.

burying his face in your neck, he starts to leave little love bites, sucking and licking your neck to his hearts content. he felt the familiar white hot sensation rush shoot through his body, but he’d be damned if he came before you.

“gonna cum for me, baby? need to feel you cum on my cock.” he encouraged you. “need to see your pretty face as you do it, too.”

his pretty eyes were trained on your face, and it was all too much for you. he watched as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your lips calling out his name. the way your cunt squeezed his cock had him gasping out for air.

his hips stuttered as you kept pulsing around him, trying his best to fuck you through your orgasm before he inevitably finished. your legs locked behind him, pushing him in deeper — if that was even possible.

he moaned out your name as his thighs trembled, pushing his hips flush against yours as he felt himself pump all of his cum into you. after a few final, weak thrusts, he stills inside of you. he was absolutely spent but used the last bit of his energy to caress your face, tucking his finger under your chin and bringing you in for a sweet kiss.

“there’s no one quite like you, is there?” he whispered against your lips like it was a secret he was confirming with himself. “how’re you feeling?”

“i’m good.” you almost slur, blissed out from the pleasure that was still easing itself throughout your body. he pressed his lips on your forehead before sitting up a bit.

“i’ll be back in a minute, sweet thing.” he kisses your head again for good measure as he grabs a towel from the bathroom. his eyes trail over to the tub he had in there and an idea popped into his head. he’s never done this kind of thing before, but for you? he’d do anything.

starting up the bath, he adds different oils and soaps into it. lavender wafted through his nose and once he was satisfied with the water temperature, he came back for you.

“ready for your bath?” he murmurs, scooping you up in his arms.

“you drew a bath?” you question, shock evident in all of your features. he just laughs, bringing you into the bathroom. he eases you in before getting in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“only the best for my best girl, right?” he presses a kiss against your ear before nuzzling into your neck. you let out a content hum, leaning back into his arms.

there was a quiet beat, a moment where the two of you could just enjoy the closeness together as you came down from your highs. gojo cant tell if it’s his proximity to you or the soothing scent of lavender infiltrating his mind, but it has him wanting to say those three little words he’s never said to anyone — reserving it just for you in a moment like this.

“i love you.” the words tumble out of his mouth and into your ear. he can almost feel you shiver as you take in what he just said. he didn’t feel any fear, he knew you’d say it back.

and for something he ran from his whole life, it’s never felt easier. his world shifting on his axis as you return those three words to him, finally capturing his heart and never letting him go.

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xxsabitoxx · 11 months

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How the Pillars react to your death

Important note: all of these deaths occur during the infinity castle arc, heavy and implied spoilers. Rengoku’s reaction to your death takes place before Mugen Train! Reader’s gender is unspecified.

Warnings: this post contains spoilers for the final arc of the manga. This includes implied spoilers for various characters. Please do not read this if you don’t want to be spoiled and don’t blame me if you go ahead and read it anyways lol

A/N: I wrote this whole post in my head while showering last night and I’m honestly offended it took me 3x as long to actually write it.

Giyu

“CAWWW! DEAD! KOCHO SHINOBU AND L/N Y/N ARE DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER A CONFRONTATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO!” Giyu’s body comes to a screeching halt, Tanjiro shooting past him before falling to his knees as violent sobs wracked his body. Giyu, on the other hand, is frozen in place, a sob stuck in his throat. Shinobu’s death was a punch to the gut, but you? For the first time since Sabito had died, Giyu felt tears burning at the back of his eyes. Yet, nothing would come out, those tears wouldn’t break the barrier and slip down his cheeks. His tight throat would not let the sob escape. There was no possible way you were gone, you promised him you’d be okay. Though, childish beliefs like that reminded him of his own faults. Once again, he couldn’t protect the people he cared about. Rather than wallowing in sudden grief, he began moving again, past Tanjiro who was struggling to get back up. He needed to keep moving, if he didn’t stop, he was certain he would collapse entirely and never get up again. He couldn’t let your sacrifice go to waste.

Shinobu

Her feet barely hit the ground, body manoeuvring through the endless castle with one destination in mind. “CAWWW! DEAD! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING UPPER MOON TWO!” She stumbles, shock hitting her like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head. Her mind is racing, not willing to believe what the crow had just said to be true. You had steered away from the plan. In a desperate attempt to save Shinobu’s life you tried to defeat Upper Two yourself. Hot, angry tears are spilling down her cheeks, hand clutching her heart as she tries to understand. “Why would you do this? Why wouldn’t you take my word for it and go with Tomioka? Look what you did… you went and got yourself killed,” Yet again, Upper Two had taken something precious to her. One word flashed through her mind, alongside your beautiful face. Revenge. She would get her revenge, not only for Kanae, but for you. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll be with you soon.”

Rengoku

It’s quiet, too quiet even. You should be back by now, the sun has fully risen. Kyojuro’s heart is hammering in his chest, doom creeping up his spine. He has an unshakable bad feeling about your late arrival. His worst fears are confirmed when your crow arrives without you. “No…” breathless, as if all the air is being ripped from his lungs. “Don’t say it…” his knees are giving out as your crow lands on the wooden porch. “T-they’re gone…aren’t they?” he chokes it out, the words are as bitter and burning as bile. Your crow only caws, soft and full of sorrow, unable to share the proper message as Kyojuro begins to sob. He’s curling in on himself, crying so loudly but unable to hear it due to the intensity of the ringing in his ears. It’s a panic attack manifesting in the most intense form. He can’t fathom a world without you, nevermind having to live in one. Senjuro is rushing to his brother's aid, seeing your crow gives him more than enough information to know as tears well in his eyes.

Tengen

He’s kneeling dutifully outside of Nezuko’s room, Shinjuro by his side. His wives are inside, too stubborn to sit out and not help at all. Their excuse being that Nezuko saved his life, they owe her the same kind of protection now. You on the other hand, were too determined, leaving your retirement to fight the battle against the demon lord himself. Nothing Tengen nor his wives said could convince you to stay on the sidelines. His heart is sinking the moment your crow appears in the distance, he’d recognize it anywhere. “N-no… don’t you dare…” Tengen’s voice is cracking as it lands, Shinjuro is turning his head the other way, knowing what is to come. “Don’t you dare say they are dead…” his voice is rising in his panic, he knows the answer. The commotion has Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru running outside. The moment Hina’s eyes land on your crow, a violent sob escapes her chest, falling to her knees as Makio and Suma come to the same conclusion. “T-they’re dead…aren’t they?!” Makio sobs, Tengen can’t raise his head as your crow delivers your final message.

Mitsuri

She’s frozen in place as a crow comes directly for her, fear is ebbing through her body, a cold sweat forming on her brow. She knows the message before the crow can even utter it. “No! Go back! I don’t want to hear it!” Obanai is frozen beside her, grabbing her arm so she doesn’t collapse. The crow circles around her, cawing woefully as she begins to cry. “I-I don’t want to know! Don’t tell me!” she’s hiccupping as Obanai tries to pull her forward, they need to keep moving. “Mitsuri…” his voice is surprisingly soft, the crow is still circling overhead. “We need to hear the message…” she shakes her head, hands coming up to cover her ears as tears slip down her cheeks. The crow caws again, Obanai signals for it to deliver the message. “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON ONE!” The crow continued on about who lived and who died, what was important is that upper moon one was dead. That didn’t matter to her though, no she couldn’t even hear the rest of the message over the ringing in her years. Mitsuri let Obanai tug her along, they needed to keep moving at whatever the cost.

Muichiro

“CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD!” He keeps running, uncertain as to why he feels a tightness in his chest at the crow’s message. “THEY DIED DURING A CONFLICT WITH UPPER TWO!” He’s still moving, more so concerned over his unexpected and overwhelming sadness. Why am I sad? I don’t even remember that name… but then your kind smile is flashing before his eyes and the world is crashing down around him. He comes to a screeching halt, eyes wide as he finally pieces together the message. “y/n…” how could he ever forget? Before he realizes it, he’s sniffling. Tears blur his vision for a moment before he blinks them away. He begins to move again, the sadness gripping his chest is slowly fading, fading until he can’t even remember why he got teary eyed in the first place. He needs to remember the task at hand… where was he heading again?

Obanai

The flapping of wings catches him off guard, head craning upwards as the crow begins to caw. The noise is full of sorrow, which can only mean it bears bad news. “Obanai…” Mitsuri is watching the animal circle above them, her heart pounding erratically at the endless possibilities of the message it may share. “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED IN BATTLE AGAINST UPPER MOON ONE!” Obanai’s feet are slowing, hitting the floor beneath him with a little too much force as the message rings through his head over and over. “N-no… oh… Iguro I…” Mitsuri is crying, staring at the man beside her as the world seems to cave in on him. It’s as if everything is in slow motion for a few beats in time. The words the crow uttered felt foreign, your name paired with ‘dead’ didn’t make any sense in his mind. It was impossible really, there was no way you were dead. You had gone to face Upper One with Gyomei, Sanemi, Muichiro… four hashira against upper One and you didn’t make it? You were so strong… no the message can’t be correct. “Kanroji… let’s keep moving.” he’s turning it off, every swelling emotion is being suppressed as he takes off again. Mitsuri is left with no choice but to wipe her tears and follow.

Sanemi

Upper Moon One is standing before him, Gyomei at his side. This battle needed to be won, if not, everything would be lost. The demon before him needed to be put down, there was no other option. He’s talking, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. Rather, Sanemi is gauging every vital point he can strike and how to go about doing it. “CAWW! I BRING A MESSAGE!” he doesn’t glace up, nothing that crow could say would be able to break his focus. “L/N Y/N IS DEAD!” except for that. Sanemi inhales deeply, eyes widening significantly as he debates on if he heard the message correctly. “THEY DIED DURING AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO! UPPER MOON TWO IS NOW DEAD!” it feels as if all the air in the room had been sucked away with the crow’s flapping wings. Upper One no longer seemed smug about the message after the addition of Upper Two being defeated. Beside him, Gyomei is crying. Sanemi doesn’t realize it, but so is he. He’s oblivious to the hot, angry tears rolling down his cheeks. Still, his patience remains intact, waiting for Gyomei’s signal to attack the high ranked demon. Now, he has absolutely nothing to lose. Kagaya is gone, now you are gone, it is likely the rest of the Hashira wouldn’t make it out of this… he has nothing left to fight for.

Gyomei “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING MUZAN!” Tears flow freely as he fights, part of him wishes he hadn’t been able to hear the message in the first place. You had met the unfortunate fate of encountering Muzan himself. It was likely that you were alone, if you weren’t, you were likely the strongest in your group. It pained him, knowing you likely died a brutal death. That pain fueled his attacks, taking every ounce of heartbreak and despair out on the demon before him. You didn’t deserve that, nobody deserved a fate that cruel. He keeps moving, mind reeling yet completely focused. It’s as if he is fighting in a bubble, the world muffled around him yet perfectly clear all at once. Too many emotions are raging through his soul to really pinpoint just one of them. He can only hope you’ll wait for him on the other side, he can only pray you’re watching over him at this very moment. Guiding him, giving him strength. “I’ll meet you again soon, don’t worry. I promise I won’t keep you waiting much longer. Wait for me, please? You will, won’t you?”

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the-doomed-witch · 9 months

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COME HOME TO MY HEART

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You rekindle with a childhood lover, now on the other end of the world. The love is still passionate, vibrant, but just far away. So you go back to meet her. // based on Supercut by Lorde

Word Count: ~4.0k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS + MEN DNI. phone sex, masturbation, long distance lovers meet up, fluff, a littttttleeee angsty, oral (both), fingering (both), strap-on (n receiving), squirting, light bondage, mostly reminiscent

Author’s Note: i’ve written a similar drabble with wanda before, but i wanted to write a complete one shot with infinity war nat bc why not 🤭

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS CLOSED

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The room is dimly lit, almost completely dark, when you get a call from Nat at 3:00 a.m. There’s obviously nothing else she could possibly be doing right now, so a little sigh leaves your mouth as you prepare yourself to pick it up.

“Hey baby, w-” you attempt to ask her, but she moans loudly. Yes, she’s doing exactly what you thought before picking up her call.

“Y/N, I need you… your touch, your tongue… Ah-!” you listen to her closely, with a hint of redness flushing over your cheeks. You could vividly imagine the mess she would be making around her.

The sounds of her fingering herself stopped, and she asks you, “Wouldn’t you join me detka? Come along with me? Let me hear you say my name? Won’t you, Y/N?”

Your mouth was already dripping at the thought of her wanting your tongue, but a pool of slick formed on your cotton panties at the thought of touching yourself to her sounds. You’d never done anything of the sort before, but ever since Nat reconnected with you, it was hard to resist or deny the offer she just gave.

You put your phone aside, on the bedside table, as you take off your clothes. You make her listen to your own sounds of pleasure, all the way in a different country. You can hear her overflowing pussy, and her fingers. Dip, spread, and rub, and again. Every moment or so, she pleads your name, as if you were right there, next to her.

Realising that mere touching is of no use for you to get yourself off, you introduce a toy to the moment, conveniently handy inside your bedside table drawer. “God, Nat, I wish you’d be taking this right now, I’d be pounding into you. You would take me so well…” you narrate to her, fantasising her touch, as you align the toy inside of you.

On the other end of the line, Nat is already reaching her climax. Her breathing is staggered, and her hole sounds as heavenly as her chants of your name. She screams loudly as she comes, hopefully making a mess around herself.

Just listening to her has been giving you chills all over your body. And no sooner than you sense her releasing herself, you do it too.

After moments of mutual silence filled with panting and whining, the question slips out of your mouth,“Why are you so far away, Nat?”

“Why did you move away, Y/N?”

You have no answer that is satisfactory. “I almost forgot that it’s morning for you, you really wanted me to come over and take care, didn’t you?”

“Isn’t it obvious Y/N? I ache for you, crave your touch every single night, hoping you’d come back here someday. We could go on dates, kiss each other, fool around all day in my apartment…”

“Oh my sweet baby… I promise I’ll be there soon. And when we go out on dates, I’ll hold your hand, always. Okay?”

“You’re going to make me come again with all your sweet talk. But this time, I mean it. I want to be able to do everything with you, just how lovers do. I miss you. I miss you so much.” You don’t need her to explain, you become cognizant of how her fingers slipped inside of her again. “Y/N, I’m so wet for you, I wish you were here to see it, do something about it.” she says shortly before cutting the call.

You think it’s by mistake, so you ring her again. She doesn’t pick it up.

With a heart full of longing, you recall your brightest memories with her. Right from coming out to her, to stealing moments alone after the day at high school ended just to give each other a kiss. The time both of you went to prom together, despite all your classmates thinking that both of you did so because “you couldn’t get a nice guy”. But nobody except you two knew the joy of being together.

Natasha Romanoff was your whole life before you left the goddamn place. She was so sure of a future together, before a silent and apologetic breakup came along, followed by you moving out to an entirely different continent. You still remember the tears pooling up around her emerald like irises, and then you attempting to calm her down. Breathe in… 2,3,4. Breath out… 6,7,8 you taught her before leaving as a naive teenager.

A flashback of every subsided memory in your mind filled up your thoughts for the rest of the night. Your heartbeat increases as you think of what you have done for the two of you, and how it was only the most reasonable option given your circumstances. As a young love, you were wild and fluorescent.

But it’s been a few months since you found Natasha again, thanks to an exchange student in your university who turned out to be a mutual friend. And you wouldn’t commit those same mistakes this time.

— ✦ —

After three days of a monotonous routine, you call Nat several times abruptly. Of course, she is busy on the other side of the world, but there’s nothing more prime than your excitement today.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up!” you repeat to yourself till she actually picks up your call. “Y/N! You’ve been calling me aggressively, care to consider I’m at uni? What’s going on, is everything okay?” She sounds impatient. Not the impatient that you are feeling, but a rather frustrated one.

“Honey! Natty! I’ve got the best news for you!”

“Get to the point quickly! I cannot hold this call for long, my professor will be breaking my neck in half.”

“Mark the date Natty!! I’m just about to scream, oh my God! I love you! So much. Tell me that you love me too when I meet you at the airport, don’t forget to pick me up. I’m sending you the details of my flight, we’ll be walking around the town hand in hand in a few days!”

“Oh my God, Y/N. This is the best news I’ve heard, like ever! Fuck, I’m so going to cry, gosh. I lo-”

“No Natty! Say it when you meet me, I want to hear it in person. I can go for a week. Oh my God, there’s so much I need to do, bye! Take care.”

“Take care moya lyubov! See you soon.”

There’s a week left for you to catch your flight, but there's too much stuff to do. After all, it’s your home country and you will inevitably have to meet your family after years of no contact. That’s a fear, yes, but having Natasha by your side seemed soothing in a way.

Over the seven days, you cause havoc in your own apartment. Random calls with Nat throughout the day, going to university for the selected number of hours, bunking a few lectures to go and relieve yourself with what only Natasha could give you the best.

Definitely, there’s financing trouble to do, calculating the amount you’ll be spending, but you balance it all through with the help of your colleagues pursuing finance related majors.

From the depths of your wardrobe, you select the best pieces of clothing you have. Some bright, some in Natasha’s favourite colours, and some just a little provocative. There are an endless bunch of other things you want to carry but obviously, there’s a restriction on the weight of your luggage.

— ✦ —

“Babe, where are you? I can’t find you here. I’m at Gate 3.” you speak to Nat on call.

“Then what the fuck am I doing at Gate 2?! Wait I’ll have to run over to the other gate, I’m so fucking dumb!”

She turns to the other side, preparing herself to run off to the supposed gateway to find you. Suddenly, two arms grab her waist from behind, kissing her neck as you hold her in a tight embrace. “I was messing with you, love. I’m right here.” You whisper while planting kisses on her whole face as she giggles through your affection.

In the fullness of time, she pulls your face closer into a long awaited, and pined for kiss. Her tongue travels places inside your mouth as soon as you let her in, her hands pulling you impossibly close to her body.

Your hands stay gripping her back, entangled in her now-blonde hair. Your lips don’t depart till you’re both completely out of breath. “Before I forget to say it; I love you too Y/N! With my whole heart.”

“Seven years. Seven fucking years and you just taste the same kind of sweet, Natalia.”

She gives you a gentle smooch before replying, “And for seven fucking years I’ve waited for this. You’re here, you’re so here malyshka, my dearest!” Her muscular arms help you carry your heavy luggage, full of stuff you want to share with her.

She drives you around the city, reminiscing about places you both used to go to. “Wait, here comes the school! Can we please go inside? I want to take a look, it feels like I’ve missed years of stories I need to catch up with.”

You meet a few teachers from your childhood, many others have either left or retired. You meet Mrs. Agatha Harkness, who taught you history. She was the first adult you ever came out to, because you had met her wife Mrs. Wanda Maximoff several times in school.

She looked just the same, as if she were immortal. Agatha greeted the two of you with a cheerful glin, “What a lovely surprise have I got here! The two ladies; the secret high school sweethearts!” Both of you tensely blush at the addressal, and she teases the two of you again, “Your cheeks still redden just the way they did about a decade ago, oh my God!” She adoringly laughs at your innocent faces.

You find your secret spots in hidden staircases, near humongous trees, and the girls’ restroom. In the light of echoing your earliest happy moments, you kiss Natasha every time you find one of those places. The school is empty, since summer holidays are around.

Among other places in the city, you visit parks, cafeterias, and other sites you’ve been to with Nat ever since your childhood. From time to time, you recreate the past photos of the both of you.

You sit in the car after yet another round of wandering, tired of all the travel you’ve done today. You let out a sigh in the sharp afternoon sunlight. You haven’t rested in the last sixteen hours, but it’s been all worth it.

“I can’t imagine I get to say this today - Take me home, baby.” you tease her, tugging on her leather vest. The jacket you don’t understand for what godforsaken reason she still has on, in this summer heat.

Her apartment is a little cosy space, with hints of boldness here and there. Though there are spots recognizable from video calls and pictures, you’re surprised at the bigger picture that you hadn’t yet seen.

You never imagined her to be someone to hang artwork, but she has a few sapphic based paintings along the entrance corridor. You comment on the decoration, “Wow, I love how these are hanging by the entrance door. Someone could walk inside and just go like, ‘Natasha Romanoff. Badass, smartass, and girlkisser.’”

She chuckles at your little quip. Her bedroom is simple, not filled with many things, just some regular personal effects including photo frames. There were mainly pictures of her and Yelena, but some of them also had you photobombing the sisters.

“How’s Yelena?” you ask her, taking a seat by the bed.

“She’s alright. Like you, she doesn’t live here anymore. She goes around the world, teaching women about vigilance. I’m proud of what she does, but I wish she were here.”

“I was hoping I could meet her, we haven’t spoken in almost a decade. What about Bucky? Or Carol? Tony? All of our friends, you know.”

“Most of them left the city, and some, like you, left the country wholly. Bucky’s still here, he’s engaged to Sam. Bruce and Tony went to a science oriented institute. Carol comes around from time to time, to meet us. And well, Steve joined the military like he always wanted to. Everyone’s still in casual contact, except we miss you so much.”

“You know, we should be having a reunion someday. Not this time though, I think I’ll just meet a few people. Mostly, I want to be with you.” Your palm rests on the top of hers, fingers interlocking.

You let out another audible sigh, pushing yourself back into the bed. “You sound really dead beat, you don’t breathe out like this often. Do you want me to get you something Y/N?”

“I think I’m just facing jet lag, I’ll be fine in a day or so. But I could really use relaxation right now.”

She straddles your waist, moving strands of hair out of your face and tucking them behind your ears. “Then let me help you, detka.” Your lips part softly, signalling her to lean in. Instead, she places her thumb on your chin, making you suck on it. You close your eyes as they flutter, enjoying the feeling of her touch.

After a few minutes, she withdraws and gets her weight off your body. “May I?” she seeks your permission before proceeding. You nod at her in response.

She doesn’t pull down your pants immediately. Instead, her hands touch you over your pair of trousers. You cannot feel it as a direct contact with your skin, but it does tingle. A light tickle-like movement of her fingers traces your body, sending literal quivers and twitches from head to toe. Impatiently, you pull up your t-shirt and throw it away into a corner of the room. She unzips her shiny leather vest, only to reveal that there was nothing underneath this whole time. However, she doesn’t take it off her shoulders.

One flick of her hand, and your bra is unhooked. She covers your tits in her saliva with her sucking, biting and licking. You turn into a whimpering mess underneath her.

If she hadn’t cupped your core by pushing her hand down your trousers, you were sure you could’ve leaked your wetness onto the bed. “Fuck Y/N, who thought you’re going to be a dripping pool for me? You want me to fuck you so that you forget how to walk? Leave your legs sore? That’s what you want?” With every question, she spreads your juices up and down. She presses down on your clitoris harshly, “Answer me Y/N.”

“Mm” You give a string of incoherent mumbles as a reply. She unbuttons your pants and helps you take them off, to meet a sight of black lace barely covering any of your pussy. Natasha groans at the view, and decides not to pull them down.

She bends down to get to work as she lets two of her fingers hold the cloth aside. Her tongue rolls up and down and side, experiencing the full taste of your cunt. Every now and then, she pauses, leaves kisses, and moans into your slit, giving you shivers.

The room is filled with your screams, and sounds of your entire body heaving. Nat could sense the walls of your pussy clenching on her tongue. With a soft graceful tug on the bud, you squirt on her face, leaving you utterly embarrassed. “Oh my God baby, I didn’t know you were a squirter!” she says, excitedly. You get flustered as you misunderstand her words and push her away from your body. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Shh. Give me one more, I love it when you do it.” She interrupts your whole line of thought with a kiss, and simultaneously pushing her fingers inside of you, ultimately curling them. Your legs writhe against her touch, as her hand moves faster.

You separate yourself from the kiss to scream when she touches a deep spot inside of you. Your response is enough for her to do it again, and again, and once again, till you release your juices. As soon as you do, she goes down to swallow it all, licking you and your pussy clean.

Throughout the climax, you leave scars on her body in the heat of the moment. Scars on her shoulders with your tight grip, on her back, and bites on her lips till they bled. “Look at me malyshka, look me in the eye when you come. You’re so tight for me, so good.” she says as she rides you through another orgasm, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration.

You let your panties slip down, exposing Nat to an unfiltered heat. She slaps it hard before spreading it wide with her digits, rolling her tongue inside once again.

When she’s done abusing your poor clit, she massages your sweaty body, helping you relieve all the stress you’ve been facing with the jet lag.

“Nat,” you say, rubbing fingertips on her head in circular motions, “I love you. Let me return the favour, please?”

“Tomorrow. You’re so tired dorogaya, you should sleep. We can continue anytime.”

“Now.” you demand, rolling one of her nipples between your fingers. Her grip on the bed sheet intensifies as you stimulate her gently. “Y/N…”

You shred her of all her garments till she’s left only with her panties. You rub them over her drenched core, and pull them out too. You use them to tie her hands above her head, so that you could have the space all to yourself.

Her holes expand and shrink, waiting to be fucked by you. So you dip your fingers inside her, and pull them out fully, sucking on them for a taste, a nice and loud slurp. Your eyes meet hers, fingers still in your mouth, her hooded glaucous sight connected to yours.

Carrying a string of saliva on their way back in, you penetrate her once again. Pump in, pump out. Your thrusting gets more quick with every moan she lets out with your name on the tip of her tongue.

Something sparked your mind, so you get off the bed and poke around in your luggage. Back in the bed, hands tied, Nat screams at the lack of friction, squeezing her legs together for some sort of relief.

“I’ve wanted to use this on you since so long, baby.” you say as you return with a strap adorned around your waist. “Wouldn’t you like to take my big dick? Make a mess on it?”

You don’t give her time to answer and linger on her top before deciding to fuck her throat. You shove the toy inside, practically gagging the woman beneath you. When you find it satisfactory, you align the tip against her hole, slowly inserting it till you bottom out.

“Ah… feels so full Y/N-”

You start pounding into her vehemently, evoking the loudest of noises from Natasha. “You’re so fucking pretty Nat, taking it so well.”

The words of affirmation made her come hard, almost tripping her over. Beads of sweat roll down her tummy, the dimmed lights giving them a different glow. Just the sight of her was seductive at its finest.

Your movements keep going mercilessly, till you turn her around and plunge into her even more rapidly from the back. And just before she is about to come undone, you pull out and put your mouth to work.

She keeps on grinding against your face even after coming, just to feel you in the places she always needed you the most. The panties tied around her wrists tear apart with a single attempt from her, just because she wants to push your face further inside. You moan and occasionally breathe deep inside her pussy, driving her wild. A little pressure on the clit and she’s coming again. You lick her thoroughly clean, not letting a single droplet get to waste.

“Y/N… too much… please.” she begs you to stop and so you do, with one last taste of her delicate sweetness. You lay down next to her, on bed sheets covered in the liquids of pleasure and lust. While staring at the ceiling, she utters, “That was the best experience I’ve ever had and you’re the worst tease.”

“Can you really blame me though?” You wheeze at her comment, and turn towards her, the weight of your right leg on the top of her. Fingers find their way through her blonde hair again, scratching her scalp. “When did you choose to get rid of my favourite redhead?”

“You know it’s your favourite. What would have been the point if I never saw you again? I changed it a couple of years ago.”

“Not that I’m complaining, you look really hot as a silver blonde. If I didn’t know you and you walked up to me I think I would literally do whatever you asked me to.”

“Except you know me, and still do it.”

After what almost felt like an hour of comfortable silence, she cuddles you like a big spoon, which is highly unlikely of her. But you are not whining, you love the warmth of her body, and her soul.

— ✦ —

Fast forward to the last day of your stay. The two weeks you’ve spent with Nat have already come to an end, and you find it difficult to believe. You struggle to pack your belongings, in a reluctance to leave the place. But you need to prioritise some things.

On a long session of scrutiny with Nat, you decided not to visit your parents. You’ve had your fair share of trauma already.

She smiles at you throughout the day, but her eyes clearly convey, “Please stay.” You’re convinced that the departure is going to be harder than you imagined it, but you had no choice.

Before leaving her at the airport, you don’t stop kissing her. She’s almost out of her breath, but doesn’t spare a single moment. Evidently, she’s trying to hold on to every bit of you that she could keep with her.

There are tears in her eyes, on her cheeks, as she cups your face even more close. “Don’t leave, malyshka. I can't beat this pain again. Please stay.”

“You know I can’t, honey. You know that if I could, I would.” you begin crying yourself, too scared to forget what it felt like to hold her in your arms.

“Shh. Breathe in… 2,3,4. Breathe out… 6,7,8.” you teach her again, exactly how you did years ago, when you broke up with her.

She didn’t have it in herself to let go of her grip on you, but a warning announcement for the passengers had to do it. She tastes your lips one last time before letting you go, unsure of when she will ever get to do it again.

But she doesn’t ask you about you coming back. Natasha is, in all respects, confident that you would. The ring on her finger does it for her, as she waves goodbye.

On your flight back home, you’re sure you’ll be permanently moving back someday, the ring on yours does it for you.

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sweetestofchaos · 4 months

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let me keep you warm | p.sh

baby baby baby like like savoring this feeling gently close yours eyes and just focus on me like now

❅ seonghwa x reader

❅ prompt: “Are you cold?” “A little bit but I’ll be okay.” “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

❅ wc: 1.4k

❅ warnings: fluff - smut - kissing - semi-public sex - car sex - creampie

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @jjungkookislife. B!!! My sweet, sweet friend. Thank you so much for sending in another request. I haven't written for Seonghwa in soooo long. Ahhh, I was very excited to work on this. I hope you enjoy it! Also, happy new years eve!!!

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Due to the sudden power outage from the snow, your plans for the night were canceled. The restaurant that Seonghwa booked had called to let you know that they were closing early for the night and apologized for the inconvenience with the promise of a free meal for the both of you at a later date. Seonghwa was a little upset but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Since the two of you were already outside, he thought that maybe the two of you could visit the main strip and enjoy some hot food while you enjoyed the night life.

It was a nice thought and you agreed with no complaints. Any time spent with Seonghwa was very much wanted and loved. Seonghwa was dressed warmly, the turtleneck he wore looked very sexy paired with the rest of his black on black outfit. You wore a beige long sleeved sweater dress that hung over your knuckles with holes for your thumbs and stopped mid-thigh, black stockings and over the knee cream colored boots. Seonghwa had gifted you a new coat last week for the incoming colder weather and you decided to wear it tonight. A fuzz oversized beige coat was just what you had wanted and paired with a cream infinity scarf, your outfit was perfect.

Hand in hand, you walked down the street with Seonghwa, giggling as he told you a story about his latest antics with San and Mingi. You were overdue for a visit with the guys and made a mental note to stop by the studio one day with lunch. The streets were empty, a few bodies spread here and there. It was cold as the snow fell gently from the sky but with Seonghwa beside you, it wasn’t a bother.

As the snow crunched beneath your boots, you looked behind you and smiled. Seonghwa looked very handsome tonight with the lights shining against his profile. His dark hair was a little damp from the fallen snow but he didn’t say anything as he pulled you towards a stall that sold odeng and the stall beside that sold hotteok. You walked as you ate, not wanting to stay still for too long.

“You got a little something,” Seonghwa reached out and wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You watched as he shoved the finger into his mouth and sucked off the sweet filling of the hotteok. He hummed in delight and you noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. You bit your lip and walked ahead of Seonghwa, making him laugh and call after you. He easily caught up with you and laced your fingers together as he took your hand once more.

“You know, I can’t decide what tasted better.”

“Mmmm?” You thought about Seonghwa’s words. “Both are good but honestly, I liked the hotteok more.”

Seonghwa laughed and you raised an eyebrow as he stopped walking, pulling you to stand in front of him. The two of you were standing at the side of a building, the darkness of the alleyway making your stomach churn as Seonghwa stared down at you.

“That’s not what I’m talking about babe,” Seonghwa leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours as he cupped your cheek with one hand. “The hotteok is good but I think I like your lips much better.”

Before you could comprehend his words, Seonghwa’s lips were on yours and you gasped into the kiss. Taking quick steps forward, Seonghwa pushed you into the alleyway, hidden away from people on the street. His lips were soft and warm, sweet and savory from the mix of food shared between the two of you. Pressed against the side of the building, you felt your fingers lose their grip on the food as you body moved on autopilot to tangle your fingers into Seonghwa’s dark hair. His lips mapped pathways on your exposed skin up to your ear where he panted heavily.

“We should head home.”

The words were whispered and you nodded your head in agreement. The way your panties started to stick to your core, you knew you couldn’t walk comfortably. The smile on your boyfriend’s lips was wicked as he kissed you one last time and pulled you back onto the street. His hand held yours tightly as the two of you practically sprinted to the car. You noticed the snow on the car and smiled, pulling your hand out of Seonghwa’s grip as he unlocked the doors.

You reached out with your index finger and made a heart, smiling to yourself as Seonghwa came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You’re cute,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss below your ear. “Now get your ass in the car.” As he led you to the front of the car, you shivered and he frowned. “Are you cold?”

“A little bit but I’ll be okay.” You promised as you rubbed your thighs together. Maybe the dress was a bad idea after all.

Seonghwa looked around the deserted street and redirected you to the back door of the car. “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

You turned to look at your boyfriend with wide eyes and he smirked, “Go on now, baby.” He held open the door and you shivered once more, this time from his dark eyes as you slid into the backseat of the car. He started the car with his push-to-start and easily turned on the heat. Seonghwa looked around once more before he jumped in after you. His hand and lips wore on you the moment the door slammed shut behind him, you were stripped of your coat and scarf, your dress bunched at your waist in the blink of an eye.

“Can’t have my baby getting a cold now, can I?” Seonghwa questioned and you knew it was a shit excuse to get you in his lap. You shook your head and whined as he ripped your stockings in the center. “I’ll buy you new ones, love.” He helped you straddle his lap and your hands found his shoulders, holding yourself up as Seonghwa quickly unbuckled his belt and pants. He pulled them down far enough to pull his cock free from his boxers and gripped the base with his fist.

“Go head, baby. Warm yourself up.”

His words made your core clench around nothing, just the thought of him inside you had a gush of arousal pour from your center. You impaled yourself on Seonghwa’s dick, the both of you moaned in union as the stretch and warmth sent pleasure shooting up your spines.

“Shit, baby!” Seonghwa breathed out as you started to rock your hips back and forth. There wasn’t a lot of space to work with but it was enough to get the job done. Fingers dug into the meat of your ass and you threw your head back as Seonghwa started to bounce you on his dick.

The scent of sex quickly filled the small space, your hot breath fogged the windows and your moans were thankfully muffled inside the car as Seonghaw brought you closer and closer to release. Sweat gathered at your hairline, collected underneath the material of your dress and you felt lightheaded. Seonghwa licked at your neck, nipped at your throat and whispered such filth in your ear as you rode him. The car rocked with your movements and Seonghwa smirked against your skin. He saw shadows coming closer to the car but he didn’t care. Let them look, he was the only one that could make you feel this good.

Your walls tightened around him and Seonghwa cursed feeling the way his balls tightened, he was close. “Come for me, baby. Make a mess all over my cock.”

His words were a trigger, the switch was flipped and you cried out as you were pulled under wave after crashing wave. Seonghwa grunted and started to thrust his hips upward, pulling you down to meet him. He came soon after with your name falling from his lips and groaned as you settled in his lap, catching your breaths. The sounds of the outside were muffled but you could hear people’s voices. You tried to lift your head to see how close they were but Seonghwa hugged you tightly against him.

“Relax, baby,” he muttered against your hair as he kissed your temple. “No one can see inside right now.”

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merowkittie · 4 months

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I’m tipsy, and sad❣️

Happy new years, here’s a Drabble ft gojo!!

“Baby it’s almost time! Come here right now!” Gojo yelled from the bedroom. You were finished with cleaning and made some food for the two of you because you both were drinking and you knew you’d need some of it later.

He was watching the countdown on your TV, excited for the new year to come.

Quickly you made your way over, bouncing on the heels of your feet as your boyfriend’s energy always seemed to feed into yours.

“My love, you’re so excited. Calm down a bit.. I fear you’ll start shaking.” You coaxed. Hands rubbing his shoulder blades as you pressed little kisses into his neck.

You both were standing on your balcony which was connected to your bedroom, overlooking the beautiful city around you.

Fireworks were going off, only a few, and people partied around.

“How can I calm down when I’m going into another year with the most beautiful, most smartest and second strongest aftermeofcourse, person in the world? I fear, I’ll die without you by my side tonight.” His words were exaggerated as his arms swept you up into a tight embrace.

He left his own kisses across your collarbones, neck, jaw, and face. His laughs went into your ears as melodies, your own filtered out after.

His love for you was so apparent and you knew he meant every word he said.

Satoru Gojo, was never a man to lie. Not to you.

You glanced at the timer on the TV two minutes were left.

Never did you really care about New years. The holiday was fickle for you. Very rarely did you even acknowledge it unless you were with someone or multiple people.

Though over the last two years, Satoru has showed you how meaningful such a thing could be.

“Two minutes, sweetheart. I can feel you vibrating..” you giggled as he shook his head.

His hold loosened and you broke free of his grip, opting to cuddle into his side, arms around his waist.

He hummed into your hair, breathing in your scent. He was at his most vulnerable right now.

His infinity off.

His heart aching.

His eyes full.

“Toru.. why are you tearing up?” You asked him, your eyes staring into his blue crystals.

“I’m happy. As cliche as that sounds.. I’m weak when I’m with you. I hate it…

But I love it. You’re my everything. I’d die if it meant you’d be safe for eternity..”

And fireworks went off, the timer rang through your silent apartment.

People outside screamed and cheered, the stars were illuminated by the lights of civilians. Your bodies were in a multitude of colors. Pinks, reds, greens,

All was right in the world. It was just you two. You and Satoru.

He slowly leaned down and you quickly met him halfway. Your lips intertwined and so your hands after.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, his breath coming out sharp and raising in pitch.

“I love you, Satoru. More than anything.” You said in between breaths.

He pulled away and smiled. His beauty lost in your eyes. You felt overwhelmed and at a loss of mind.

“Swear you’ll be with me forever. For every year after this one, for as long as I can be standing beside you. Tell me you’ll be with me.” He begged. His voice desperate and needy. Hands holding your face.

Your eyes were wide, you’ve known him since you two were teens. Met even younger than that. For as long as you’ve known the Satoru Gojo, you didn’t think he’d be here begging you to love him for all eternity.

What would his clan say if they found this out? What would other sorcerers say about you two?

God you didn’t care. You had the world in your hands and right in front of you.

“I promise. Scouts Honor..” was said in a long sigh.

He was content with that. Overjoyed with it. His lips crashed back into yours, lifting you off of the floor of the balcony and gently onto your bed.

“Happy new years, Angel.”

Not proof read, I tried!!

Happy new years, sweets. 🎉🎉 Check my recent posts, love you all.

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irisintheafterglow · 7 months

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heyy hope you're doing well (iykyk).

You know me lol...i got an idea for a fic but my exams are going on and i can't write it myself...like... that scene where gojo is panting? everyone relates it to well....but for me, i always feel a little hurt. i just wanna hug him and let him lean his weight on me as he catches his breath while i caresses his head cuz LOOK AT HIM! HE'S EXHAUSTED! MY MAN DESERVES A BREAK!!

Anyways so that's what i was thinking lol....a fic where (for the sake of my sanity) he gets a break and leans on the reader on the floor while catching his breath as the reader holds him close... it's okay if you can't do it though i just hope we all recover from the trauma that we call jujutsu kaisen. amen 🙏 😭

the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours

wc: 0.44k

cw/tags: swearing, angst if you squint real hard, pet names (baby, angel), just loving satoru things

note: you're literally so right i think all my problems would be solved if i could just hold him for a second and let him breathe because GEGE WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU- anyways hope you like this, it's just a drabble because i felt like getting straight to the point without exposition oops. enjoy!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <;3 gege you will pay for my therapy

Your back collides with cold, grimey tile as you slide onto the floor in the corner of the subway stop. You stopped counting the number of Curses you’d exorcized a long time ago, but you knew it was a large enough number to have your body physically depleted. Your eyes shut from sheer exhaustion as you continue to steady your rapid breathing and you sense him collapse on the floor next to you. You don’t open your eyes, even when his forehead falls onto your shoulder and you can feel his heavy exhales through your clothes. Somewhere in the dim fluorescent lights, his right hand grabs your left, holding it tightly as he grounds himself in your presence.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking tired,” he mutters against your body. Like clockwork, your fight-or-flight response starts to recede now that he’s here. You’re always safe when he’s here. “I’m so, so tired.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

“Are you okay? Are you safe?”

“I’m safe, ‘toru. Even more so now that you’re here. Just rest.” The familiar feeling of Infinity extending itself to envelop you sends goosebumps on your skin; it was like his technique knew to cover you from sheer instinct after doing it so many times. Whether he knows it or not, he slowly starts to completely slump against you and you let him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while his head fits snugly under your chin. His body continues to melt into you when you rub his back without him asking and sighing when your fingers comb through his hair. If Nanami or Yaga saw you two curled up on the dirty floor, neglecting your duties of slaying Curses, they’d have a field day. But, as of now, the only people in the green-tinted underground were you and Satoru.

“We gotta get back out there,” he groans and you tighten your grip on his shoulders ever so slightly to pull him back to you. You didn’t want him to go yet, and it seemed like he didn’t want to, either. The universe allowed Satoru very limited moments to catch his breath and you damn sure weren’t going to let him rush into danger again so quickly.

“Give yourself a few more seconds to just breathe, please. No one’s gonna hurt us right now,” you murmur into his hair. “I won’t let them.” He huffs out half a laugh at the irony, at your promise to protect the one who’s supposed to be guarding everyone else.

“Thank you, angel. Just give me a little longer and I’ll get up.”

“Take all the time you need; I’ll stay here forever if you need me.”

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sweetsbfreex · 2 years

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the binky fairy

summary: Elysia has finally been weaned off her binky...or at least she was. in the mafia steve universe

pairings: dad!mafia!steve rogers x wife!reader

warnings: none! just fluff <3

“I know you’re upset about your binky, but you’re becoming a big girl. And the binky fairies really need them for the babies who don’t have one.”

“Okay, mommy.”

Elysia sits up and wraps her arms around your neck in a hug and kiss to your cheek.

You smile at your affectionate little one, running a hand over the back of her head and placing a kiss on her cheek in return.

Elysia had just turned two, and her pediatrician had recommended that she no longer utilize her pacifier. You couldn’t argue, she was growing up and had a mouth full of teeth. You didn’t want to risk dental malocclusions or anything that could affect her negatively.

Fortunately, she got better with the weaning of her binky as the tantrums and tears had finally ceased. After the trials of cutting or dipping her binkies in disgusting sauces. You told her the story of the binky fairy. The wife of the Gotti family, Yasmine, had given you the idea. It worked like a charm.

“All right, bedtime, sweet girl, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” you whisper, laying her back down.

You sit next to her on her big girl bed, pulling her blanket to her chin. Reaching over to stroke a finger down the bridge of her nose and around her face, singing a low hum of her favorite lullaby.

When she falls asleep, you get up silently to Steve’s office. You knock on the door once, before his voice allows you in.

“Hi, honey” you greet, walking towards his side until he pulls you in so you’re straddling him in his desk chair.

“Hello, and hello to this, sexy.” his finger pulls the shoulder of your silk robe to reveal the strap of your nightie.

“I just came to say goodnight. I just put her royal cuteness to sleep”

“She go down all right?” He asks, a hand caressing the ass under your robe.

“Yeah, we had a little talk about her binky. I’m proud of her. She’s taking it well this time.” you speak softly, heart full and sad at the fact that she really is growing up.

Steve blinks at your admission, feeling a little bad. But he can’t tell you, he'll be in the doghouse for infinity.

“It’s all right, honey. She’s growing up, that’s a great thing” he pulls you in a hug.

But you pull away, looking at him, appalled. “What?! This is the same man who cried before her birthday party a few weeks ago.”

He scoffs, “I did not cry, my eyes were— there was some shit in my eye.” He rolls his eyes at the accusation.

“You cried!” You cup his cheeks, squeezing them. “Because your my big, bad, handsome, softie of a husband, who just so happens to be in the mafia and loves his family very much”

You kiss him between each pause, giggling at the way he huffs and rolls his eyes.

“You’re so cute,” you pull your hands away and pinch his cheek.

“I’m not cute.”

“Mhm,” you hum in a sarcastic tone, “I’m gonna go to bed, do you know how long until you come up?” You ask, running your hand through his hair.

You were obsessed with the man, you couldn't help but have a gentle hand on him at all times. As if he was a giant magnet, and you were a mere nail.

“Once I figure out this Victor case, I’m all yours, doll. Promise.” He husks, drawing you towards him as his eyes leer into your lips. A magnet.

He grasps the back of your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. His other hand around your torso, pressing your bodies together.

You loved his kisses, everything about them was loving, yet dominating. It's a special spark that draws you in and leaves you wanting more. And when you know there’s an endless supply at the tip of your fingers, it’s hard not to become addicted.

You hum into the kiss at the same time he raises his hips. You pull away catching your breath. Smiling blissfully at Steve’s tinted cheeks and hard-on pressing into your thigh.

“As much as I love you, I cannot go to sleep horny. I have to wake up extra early tomorrow, goodnight.” You kiss him once, and rise from your position before he argues and somehow seduces you into staying. He was very capable and always played the strength.

“Goodnight, baby” Steve responds as if he were in pain, adjusting himself between his legs.

Tap. pause. Tap tap. Pause. Tap tap tap.

Steve pauses his typing, glancing at the computer screen to see its 8:30pm, right on time.

“Come in”

Elysia struggles to open the door, but as always, preserves. “Shhh daddy,” she places her finger over her pursed lips, walking to her father.

She’s dressed down in her pajamas with patterned ballerinas all over.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

Elysia giggles as her father raises her in the air, making the sound of a missile, until she’s sat on his lap.

“Have my binky?” She continues to whisper.

“I do, but remember your end of the bargain?” He quizzes.

She smiles before kissing his cheek five times, and once she’s done. Her small hand is out in eagerness.

He pulls out his first drawer, and there lies her favorite purple binky wrapped in cloth. He unravels it and hands it to her.

With speed, Elysia pops it in her mouth and suckles away, sinking into her father’s chest.

Steve has no backbone when it comes to his daughter. As bad as it seems, he’s not saying he’d let her climb the Eiffel Tower. But he always has a rough time saying no to that precious face he helped create. Just as much as he has a hard time saying no to you.

But for something as silly as a binky… Her pediatrician was off his fucking case, Elysia could have her binky for as long she pleased. It soothed her and she loved it.

Elysia had cornered him one night, while you were away on business. She cried and cried. Her face all puffy, eyes a warm pink, and her nose runny.

“My binky! I want my binky, daddy.” She whines, kicking her legs against the floor. The soles of her sneakers squeak against the floor.

“I know babydoll, I know. But you’re getting to be a big girl so no more binkys.” He leveled with her on the ground, cupping her cheek.

She pushes his provokingly calm hand away, “I want my binky!!” She continues to cry.

Steve is taken back by her refusal for his comfort and stares sadly at his toddler. She’s in obvious distress and he doesn’t know what to do.

This man has dealt with men strapped to a chair, pathetically begging for their lives. Yet, he couldn’t man up and parent his little girl. Pathetic he thinks to himself

Y/n had said no binky, so he couldn’t give it to her. His wife had gone through so much trouble to get her to give it up…

Fuck it.

He stands and goes to the kitchen.

“No! Daddy, come back!!” She screams, thrashing her legs once again as she hiccups.

When he returns her purple binky lays in his palm, she stares wide eyed at her father, small hands clasped together in front of her.

“My binky!” She whines, sniffling. Her sobbing ceased.

“Just for today, all right. You have to give it back before mommy gets home. Capiche?”

She nods eagerly. She’d agree to anything at this point.

“Capiche.” She mumbles, reaches her hand out and pops it in her mouth. She scrambles to her feet, hugging her father.

“Just for today” had turned to occasional nights which turned to every night.

“What is going on?”

The door to the office bursts open.

The two in question sit up with identical expressions: eyes wide and brows raised.

“Uh oh,” Elysia squeaks around her binky.

“How did you—“

“I heard little feet, and thought it was funny, because I just put her to bed…You've been sneaking her, her pacifier this whole time?” You walk until you're standing in front of the two, a hand on your hip.

“Yes.” Steve responds, head hanging. He isn’t too pussy to say he’s scared to look at your disappointed face. It was the worst, how you crawled into his mind and planted these empathetic seeds with one look. He was a brick wall before you.

“Elysia, I thought we agreed no binky, the fairy remember? What happened?”

“I love my binky,” she argues, her petite hands covering her mouth and binky. “I want it,” she muffles.

“I am so disappointed in you, Steven.”

Ouch. That hurt more than any bullet he’s come in contact with.

“Doll, she really needs it, it soothes her. Who cares what her doctor thinks. I mean look at this face” he squished Elysia’s cheeks together, “How can you say no to this face. I had no choice”

“What about what I think?” You retort, shaking your head as you try to keep your temper at bay. This wasn’t like Steve to hide things like this from you. You were supposed to have uniformity made of steel when it came to parenting. “Binky, Elysia, please”

You hold out your hand, watching on as Lys looks up at her father in question. Trying your hardest not to become annoyed, she was a kid and didn’t know better. But you were still her parent, but you didn’t want to be perceived as the tough, boring parent.

Steve nods, jutting his chin to the direction of her mother’s hand.

Elysia has no choice but to plop it in your hand solemnly.

“I’m sorry, baby, but this is your last binky. No more after this.” You place her on your hip, kissing her cheek. Wiping the few tears that slid on her cheek. “Let’s go back to bed, okay?”

“Doll—“ Steve starts, but you ignore him making way to the door.

“No more binkies, Steve. I’m serious” is all you say

“Good night, daddy.” Elysia waves.

“Night, babydoll”

When the door shuts behind his girls. He groans and rubs his eyes. Fuck. He was in the doghouse. Exactly what he was afraid of.

PART 2

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sturnioloshacker · 4 months

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gift of forgiveness - a chris sturniolo short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: after hurtful words were exchanged, chris attempts to make it up to his girlfriend

after hurtful words were exchanged and tears flowed, chris had to take y/n back to her place. the hum of the engine and the soft music in the background creating a peaceful yet eerie atmosphere between the couple. the tension between them was awkward and thick, neither of them wanting to say a word. especially chris. he knew he messed up big time with his choice of words. as they cruised along winding roads, he looked in the rearview mirror at the girl he adored the most in the backseat. her arms crossed over her chest, glossy eyes looking out the window.

“baby, please listen to me. you don’t have to say anything, but please hear me out.” he speaks, his soft tone causing y/n to turn towards him.

the girl turns to look into her boyfriend’s eyes, her heart slowly mending itself back together when she finally realises that he wants to apologise.

“i’ve been thinking a lot about what happened a couple of hours ago, and i want you to know i’m sorry,” he admitted, his eyes reflecting genuine regret.

“thank you baby, i appreciate that.” she softly smiles at him, causing him to break into a small smile

as they continue the drive to y/n’s house, chris steered toward a quaint roadside shop.

“chris, what are you doing? why are we here?”

“thought we’d make a quick stop. i’ll be back, promise.”

“well i need to use the bathroom anyway so i’ll meet you back at the car.”

once she enters the little cafe, chris makes his way into the quiet jewellery shop in the corner of the shopping strip. he browses through every item before focusing on a sterling silver necklace with an infinity charm made out of pure diamond. he pays for the necklace and heads back to the car. he quickly breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn’t find y/n in the car as he didn’t want her seeing him walk out of the store. after 5 more minutes of waiting, y/n finally comes back, only this time she hops into the passenger seat. noticing the big smile on his face, y/n knows something’s up almost immediately.

“christopher, what did you do now?”

“nothing. okay, something.”

“tell me.”

“it’s nothing bad. i just got you a little something. i hope this makes up for things.” he explains as he hands the small box to his beautiful girl.

y/n opens the box and gasps at the sight of the necklace sparkling in the sunlight. the subtle shimmer making it look elegant as she pulls it out to get a better look at it. she goes to put it on before chris gently takes it from her, putting it on her himself. as he clips the necklace in place, y/n can’t help but let a few tears escape. he really knew his way to her heart.

“it’s so beautiful, chris. i love you so much.” she gushes, placing a kiss on her man’s lips.

“beautiful like you, mamas. i love you so much”.

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kpopfanfictrash · 2 years

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Love to Hate (Ch. 11)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none for this chapter, but please read warnings for previous chapters before reading this series!

Word Count: 8,641

“We should just have the party,” Olya says, rubbing her temple. “We could make it a thank-you for our donors, or something? Or an anniversary event? It’ll be eight years for Clean Ocean in a few months.”

Hoseok shakes his head. “An eight-year anniversary party months from the actual date is too sad, even for me.”

Olya sits back in her seat. “Sadder than cancelling a launch event the week of?”

“Ugh,” you groan, lowering your forehead to the table.

You came to the conference room to eat lunch but somehow, it turned into yet another brainstorming session with Hoseok and Olya. Infinity Motors pulled their donation back on Monday and right now, it’s Wednesday – your self-imposed deadline to decide Saturday’s launch party.

The event has been paid for, so Olya thinks you should just throw the party. Turn it into a fundraiser, or a thank-you to donors – anything so you don’t waste the funds. Hoseok and you are hesitant though, knowing the perception such a change would bring.

Yesterday you called all existing donors, trying to gather more funds. A few could contribute more, but not enough to save your project. If you can’t figure something out by the end of day, Clean Ocean is screwed.

“How about this?” Grabbing a carrot from her lunch, Olya uses it to gesticulate. “We have the party, but it’s Clean Ocean employees only. Thirty people drink the booze we bought for one hundred.”

“Sold,” you mumble against the table. “I’ll take half, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Olya agrees.

Leaning over, Hoseok flicks you on the arm. “We can’t give up yet,” he announces.

“No?” You lift your head. “Then, when can we give up? Asking for a friend.”

“I still think some of our donors will come through.”

You and Olya exchange a look.

Leaning in, she places her hand over his. “Hoseok,” she says slowly. “You know we love how optimistic you are, right?”

Hoseok looks at her hand, the tips of his ears turning red. “Why does it feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?” he mutters.

“But,” you say. “I think we’re at a dead end. You called the entire donor list Monday. I followed back up with them yesterday. We’ve sent emails, showed up at people’s offices… and we still don’t have enough. You know I’m the last person to admit defeat, but I think we need to start to consider other options.”

Hoseok purses his lips. “What about new donors?”

You nearly laugh out loud. “What about new donors? I called the entire prospective donor list, too and it was a no-go.”

Though he remains skeptical, Hoseok exhales.

Deep down, you know he understands. You both have the same stubborn streak which rejects the idea of failure. Not that you’d call this a failure – not really. Although you lost Infinity Motors’ money, it’s a better alternative to having them as a donor. Non-profits should be kept separate from for-profit organizations for a reason.

“It’s Wednesday,” you say. “If we do cancel, we need to tell attendees tomorrow.”

“I know.” Hoseok’s frown deepens. “Let’s just give it until end of day, alright? A few of our donors said they’d try to move funds around.”

“Alright,” you say and sit back.

You can do that much for your friend. Olya nods in agreement, switching topics to ask what you thought of the last book you read. Conversation turns to reading – Hoseok finally finished the Six of Crows series – although the impending deadline continues to hang overhead.

Crumpling your napkin, you toss it in the trash as you exit the break room. Hoseok follows close behind, discussing options with Olya beneath his breath.

Pretending you can’t hear them, you enter your office and shut the door. Leaning your head to its frame, you take several deep breaths until your nerves quiet. Everyone at Clean Ocean has done a respectable job at avoiding blame, but you know deep down the situation is your fault.

Out of everything, Liam’s words keep rising to the surface: It’s not my fault you stopped looking for donors as soon as you had me.

He was right.

As much as you hate to admit it, Liam was correct. That’s exactly what you did. The moment Hoseok said the donation amount, you started celebrating instead of working harder. Infinity Motors wasn’t a done deal and yet, you acted like it was. Maybe if you’d been less confident, if you’d continue to fundraise… you wouldn’t be in the situation you are now.

In the back of your mind, a rational voice (often ignored) whispers that even if you’d kept fundraising, something else could have happened. You can’t prepare for every eventuality, but the rest of you doesn’t want to hear it. It was naïve of you to take Liam at his word, to trust him for no reason other than wanting to.

Glumly, you turn around and scan your office. The sight of your phone makes your jaw clench. Everything you said to Hoseok was true – you did call every existing Clean Ocean donor to beg for donations. Most said the same thing: their funding was tied up this year, but to try again the next.

Exhaling softly, you cross to your desk. Seated behind your monitors, you wriggle your mouse until the screens brighten. Postponing the coastal ecosystem project by a year wouldn’t be the worst thing. You trust Olya to come up with believable messaging for the sudden change in plans.

Part of you was holding out hope for a miracle, though. Maybe it’s arrogant, but a part of you genuinely believes you can accomplish whatever you set your mind to. The mindset has helped you many times, but when you do end up falling, the drop-off seems steeper. Clasping your hands beneath your chin, you stare at the search bar.

The blare of a ringtone cuts through the room.

Startled, you nearly knock over your Dante flip calendar in your haste to answer. Normally you don’t have a ringtone, so the sound of a classical version of WAP is especially surprising.

Grabbing the screen, you read Kim Seokjin, roll your eyes, and press answer.

“Did you change my ringtone?”

“Uh.” He pauses, considering. “I think so? Care to remind me what song?”

“A classical version of WAP.”

Seokjin cracks up so loud, you’re forced to move your phone away from your ear. When he finally quiets, there’s a slight wheeze to his voice.

“Ah – sorry, sorry,” he snorts. “Forgot I did that. Was it life-changing?”

“Absolutely,” you say, sitting back in your chair. “Now, why are you calling me?”

“Y/N, I’m offended. Can’t one best friend call another in the middle of the day just to chat?”

“Hypothetically?” You squint at a point on the wall. “Yes. With you, though? Rarely. What’s up?”

Ignoring this, Seokjin continues as though you haven’t spoken. “I’m still recovering from jet lag, so actually, I’m calling you around midnight.”

“Seokjin, you flew back three days ago.”

“And my sleep schedule has been off ever since. Anyways,” he sighs. “I’m calling to ask if you forgot to tell me something.”

You frown as you fix Dante’s calendar on your desk. “Forgot to tell you something?” you echo. “Be vaguer, why don’t you.”

“Okay. Do you have anything you want to say in relation to myself?”

Unwittingly, your lips twitch. “Seokjin, how is that supposed to help me? If I did have something to say but forgot, how would you asking if I – oh my god,” you blurt out, suddenly remembering what it is you forgot.

“Ye-s?” Seokjin says patiently.

Rubbing your forehead, you nearly groan. After all the confusion on Monday, you forgot to tell Seokjin about Yoongi. To be fair, by the time you reached your office and began damage control, all thoughts of courtship paled in comparison.

Despite leaving early to take Dante out, you continued working from home until long after midnight. The same thing happened yesterday, with everyone at your office stretching themselves thin. Still – Yoongi helped you out, and it was crappy of you to forget.

“So,” you say brightly. “You remember Min Yoongi, right?”

“Why, yes – yes, I do! And what a coincidence you’d mention him since I just got a follow request from ChefMin_estrone on Instagram.”

“Ha.” You crack a smile. “Min-estrone. That’s cute. You know, like the soup?”

“Y/N.” Seokjin drops his tone. “Why is this delicious man suddenly following me?”

“I mean, are you complaining?”

“Definitely not, but it feels sudden… just because I’m jet-lagged doesn’t mean my powers of observation have failed me.”

“Um…” You stall. “I may have gone to see him on Monday.”

Seokjin is so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Seokjin?” you ask, unsure if he heard.

“I’m here.” He sounds strangled. “I’m just wondering how on earth TWO WHOLE DAYS HAVE PASSED before telling me this!”

“Seokjin! It wasn’t like that, I just–”

“Here I am, lazing around my apartment, recovering from the harrows of travel–”

“Three whole days of recovery?” you interject, alarmed. “Seokjin, what did you do on this trip?”

“Meanwhile, you’re gatekeeping valuable information. As your best friend in the entire world, I need to throw a red card.”

“That’s… not how any kind of football works. And I thought Hoseok was your best friend?”

“Who mentioned football?”

Your lips twitch. “I’m sorry – really, I am. Things have been so crazy, I forgot… do you forgive me?”

Seokjin sighs. “Of course, I forgive you, Y/N. I’m not a monster. My dating life comes second while Clean Ocean is falling apart.”

“Ouch,” you complain.

“I’m sorry – I didn’t mean it like that. You know how cranky jet lag makes me.”

“Again, three days ago!”

“Why did you go see Yoongi?”

Seokjin’s tone is full of curiosity, and the question gives you pause.

Momentarily, you debate whether to tell Seokjin the full story. You still haven’t relayed everything which happened with Liam – only that the contract fell through. If Hoseok explained things further, you don’t know.

“I… needed to ask Yoongi some questions,” you say at last.

“O-kay.” Seokjin sounds puzzled. “But what could you possibly have to ask him?”

“Uh…”

“Hang on.” His tone sharpens. “Was this about Jungkook? What did he do to you now – besides lead you on and fling you aside as soon as someone new walked by?”

“He didn’t fling me aside, Seokjin.”

“Close enough. You hooked up at your parents’ party, and then he just ended things without giving you a chance to explain – what did he do while I was gone?” Seokjin demands. “The Jeons aren’t the only ones with connections and money, you know.”

You’re sorely regretting calling Seokjin after your parents’ anniversary party. Understandably, you were upset and hurt, and may have come down on Jungkook a little too hard.

“Whoa, whoa – hang on,” you protest, rubbing your temple. “Look, I’ll explain the full story later, but not now. Okay? Telling you over the phone won’t do it justice. Short version – I may have overreacted about Jungkook. There are some things I didn’t know about him and Liam. Things Yoongi filled me in on.”

Seokjin pauses. “What kind of things?”

“This weekend,” you promise. “I’ll tell you everything then.”

Reluctant, he exhales. “Alright, fine.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You can practically hear the wheels turning in Seokjin’s brain. “And all this ends with Min Yoongi asking for my number?”

You nearly laugh, having forgotten how this conversation started. “It does,” you agree. “I believe his exact words were, ‘Who was that super annoying guy you came with the other night? I’d love to prank call him.’”

“You forget I can always tell when you’re lying, Y/N.”

“Oh, right.”

You’re about to respond when a knock sounds at your door. Blinking, you look up. “Seokjin, I have to go,” you say as you stand. “Someone’s at my office door.”

“Probably Hoseok. Tell him to organize his trash bins later, or whatever.”

“That makes no sense. I’ll tell him you said hi,” you respond. “Bye.”

“Bye!”

Shaking your head, you set down your phone and head for the door. When you open it, you find Olya standing on the other side. Her head swings to you.

“I – hi,” she says, speaking barely above a whisper. “Hey.”

You look at her strangely. “Hey?”

Olya glances away, down the hall. “There’s, uh, someone here to see you.”

“Who?” Frowning, you rack your brains. “I don’t think I have any meetings scheduled for this afternoon.”

“Right, yes.” She hesitates. “This visit is… unplanned.”

“Unplanned? What do you –”

The doors at the end of the hall open, and a stranger strides through. Startled, you watch him head in your direction. Hoseok hurries alongside, speaking in hushed tones and looking as though he’s contemplating kicking the stranger’s ass. Ears red, he shakes his head fervently as he walks.

The new man is taller than Hoseok, standing several inches over him. His hair is dark, falling loose and straight to his chin. Broad is a good way to describe him. When Hoseok comes to a stop, pointedly positioning himself between you, the man is still visible by the breadth of his shoulders.

Hoseok clears his throat loudly. “Y/N, are you free for a drop-in?”

You glance to him, then the man behind Hoseok, and back.

“Uh,” you say, thoroughly ineloquent. “Wouldn’t it have been better to call me and ask that?”

“Yes, it would’ve been.” Hoseok nods. “However, Mr. Kim insisted on coming back here with me to ask.”

It’s clear Mr. Kim has rattled Hoseok, which is unusual. Curious, you survey the man again and feel a slight familiarity, although you can’t quite place it.

“Why is that?” you ask the stranger over Hoseok’s shoulder.

“I apologize for the unorthodox entrance,” he says, placing a hand over his chest. “It’s just my boss is on his way, and I wanted to be sure his arrival was cleared.”

“Your boss?” you ask, puzzled. “Who do you represent?”

Hoseok’s lips thin further when Mr. Kim sidesteps him and holds out a hand.

“My name is Kim Namjoon,” he says, a dimple appearing in his left cheek. “I represent Jeon Energy as their new Chief Operating Officer.”

Frozen, you stare at his outstretched palm. A beat passes while your mind catches up to what you heard. Kim Namjoon. Chief Operating Officer. Jeon Energy. His boss.

Your gaze snaps upward. “Your… boss is Jungkook?”

To his credit, Namjoon doesn’t falter.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, hand still held out.

Hoseok rolls his eyes at his manners, but Olya seems on the verge of sighing. You’re caught somewhere between them, per usual, but it’s not enough to distract you enough from what he just said.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you repeat, in disbelief.

Namjoon’s smile fades. “That’s correct.”

Your lips part to confirm this again when the doors open behind him.

Framed in the doorway is Jungkook, although it isn’t the version of him you’re familiar with. When you were together, Jungkook was well-groomed but casual, seated cross-legged on his sofa while eating bad pizza. He might have worn a suit, but he poked fun at donors and said cheesy lines.

This Jungkook looks like he only eats at Michelin star restaurants. He’s dressed in a custom Bijan suit, holding an Hermes briefcase and glances around your office as though he owns it. Beyond him, you catch sight of your entire office peering over their cubicles to catch a glimpse.

You can’t say you blame them; his presence is distracting, and not just because of what he is to you.

It feels like a dream when Jungkook comes to a stop before you. Casual, he slips a hand into his pocket and meets your gaze. You might as well be his grocer, for how much your appearance seems to unsettle him. This is more than you can say for yourself, whose jaw hasn’t shut since Namjoon’s entrance.

“I apologize for my lateness,” he says, glancing at Namjoon. “Has Namjoon explained the reason for our visit?”

“Not yet,” Namjoon says, and Olya snaps into action.

“It’s not a problem,” she says, jumping in. “Y/N was just confirming whether she has time to meet this afternoon.”

Heads swing in your direction, awaiting confirmation and although your mouth opens, nothing comes out. Jungkook’s presence seems to have negated your ability to speak. Several responses come to mind, all of them too intimate, too targeted for such a large audience.

Clearing his throat, Hoseok grants you reprieve.

“As Y/N’s assistant,” he says, and you shoot him a grateful look. “I know it’s a busy day. Maybe if we knew what the visit was regarding…?”

Namjoon and Jungkook glance at one another, holding a hasty and silent conversation. Eventually, Jungkook nods and looks at you. The intensity to his gaze sends shivers down your spine.

“I think it’d be best if we spoke in your office,” he says. “The topic is sensitive.”

Alarm bells go off in your mind, but you nod. By now, your curiosity is piqued enough that you can’t tell them no. Not without driving yourself crazy, wondering what-if for the rest of the week.

“Of course,” you say, turning around. “Follow me.”

With Jungkook out of sight, your pulse starts to slow. Facing away from him allows you to compartmentalize. You realize no matter how abrupt his appearance, you need to be a professional. The fact that Jungkook brought his Chief Operating Officer with him means this isn’t a personal call. You can last through one meeting with Jungkook.

At least, you think you can.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. You were supposed to make it to the end of the week, get through the launch party and then, figure this out. Jungkook wasn’t supposed to show up at your office in that gorgeous suit, insisting you speak about ‘sensitive matters.’

Sensitive matters which have nothing to do with you, you remind yourself as you enter. Jungkook wouldn’t have brought his COO along if he came here to talk about feelings.

Seated yourself at your desk, you watch as Jungkook enters. He helps Namjoon pull in two chairs, shutting the door to seat himself on one end. You can’t help but notice he sits closest to you, dismissing the idea that he would do so on purpose.

Folding your hands on top of the table, you wait for someone to speak.

Namjoon breaks the silence. “I supposed we should dive in,” he says, undoing the clasps of his briefcase. “That would be best, yes?”

You lift a brow, assuming the question is rhetorical. It would appear so, since Namjoon doesn’t wait for an answer before he withdraws a thick stack of papers and sets these down on your desk. You stare at them a moment, then look up.

“What is this?” you ask, speaking to Namjoon. You find it easier than addressing the man seated beside him, whose gaze you can feel on the side of your face.

Namjoon glances at the papers, as though the intent should be obvious. “It’s Jeon Energy’s donation paperwork. We utilized a standard contract we keep on file, but feel free to tell us if you prefer something different.”

From the corner of one eye, you see Hoseok’s jaw hit the floor. Olya mutters something beneath her breath which sounds vaguely like a swear and you – you go still as a statue. No breath, no movement; just shock.

Slowly, you regain enough control to say, “Donation to… what?”

“To Clean Ocean.”

Jungkook’s voice cuts through your fog. Glancing at him, you immediately wish you had not. His gaze pierces yours, further muddling your thoughts.

“Jeon Energy would like to become a corporate sponsor of Clean Ocean.”

You continue to stare, a metallic tang coating the inside of your mouth. Another large corporation bailing you out. Not just any corporation but Jeon Energy, who’s historically topped your list of corporate obstacles. Flashbacks of Liam fill your mind as you imagine yourself entrenched in a similar situation.

Numbly, you shake your head no. “I – we can’t accept this.”

Hoseok looks at you sharply. “Shouldn’t we discuss before we respond?” he asks, emphasizing each word.

Although your face heats, you don’t back down. Hoseok will come to understand why this would be a bad idea. In fact, you’re surprised he’s even considering after everything that happened with Infinity Motors.

“I agree,” Olya says from his other side.

Startled, you glance at her and she shrugs.

“We should at least hear them out,” she continues. “It can’t hurt to listen.”

You pause, wanting to retort that it could hurt, but you know you’re outnumbered. Shifting your gaze to your desk, you slowly inhale.

“If I may.”

Jungkook’s interjection makes you look up.

“What is it that’s holding you back?” he asks.

Meeting his gaze, your eyes narrow. It’s clear Jungkook is now speaking as Jeon Jungkook, CEO and not Jeon Jungkook, the guy you hooked up with. You envy his ability to separate things so easily. For you, each word he says is a punch to your gut.

Longing, uncertainty, and frustration all vie for top bidding inside. Maybe Jungkook feels the same or maybe, he’s handling this meeting so well because Jungkook feels nothing for you.

Schooling your face to one of neutrality, you force yourself to respond.

“I won’t pretend we’re not in a difficult position right now.” Spreading your hands on your desk, you glance between them. “We’re launching a new project this Saturday, and a critical donor pulled out for us Monday.”

Jungkook glances at Namjoon, and something in his face tightens.

“Infinity Motors. We know,” Namjoon says, turning back.

You flinch. “You… know? How?”

“Your assistant,” he says, sparing a glance at Hoseok. “You sent an email to anyone who’s attended a past Clean Ocean fundraiser. When we received it… well, we assumed something like this might have happened.”

“Ah,” you say, your voice sounding small.

You proofread the email yourself, although you hadn’t considered the individual recipients. Nothing beyond the fact that you needed more money – and badly. How horribly humiliating to have your most recent failure broadcast to the man who walked away.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook returns your gaze to his.

“I did say I planned on donating,” he adds, his words soft. “At your fundraiser. It’s just taken a while to convince the Board of our plan. I didn’t want to approach you until I secured their approval.

Mind reeling, you sit back with a thud. The wheels of your chair creak, reminding you of all the reasons you badly need his money. You just wish it weren’t Jungkook who stepped in to help.

“When was the approval secured?” Hoseok asks, leaning forward.

“This morning,” says Namjoon. “The Board voted in our favor – five for and four against.”

Jungkook’s gaze darkens, and although you don’t ask, you know one of the ‘no’ votes must have been from his father. The barely concealed rage on his face is obvious, more so now after you spoke with Yoongi.

“But speaking of numbers.” Namjoon reaches for the papers. “Our donation amount is indicated on the second page. You mentioned a new project starting, so I’m sure you’re concerned about the amount we can contribute. Feel free to –”

Namjoon continues to speak, but his words fade as soon as you read the amount on the page. Fingers stilling, you read and re-read but the number stays the same. The symbols blur, zooming in and out as you stare at the contract.

The donation is more than what Infinity Motors promised. Rarely have you seen so many zeroes behind another integer. In a single gesture, Jeon Energy has doubled your charitable income.

“Is that” – Hoseok sounds strained – “amount granted on some sort of payment schedule, or…?”

Namjoon looks taken aback. “Oh, no. This is the annual amount Jeon Energy plans to donate. Of course, we’d need Board approval if you need more, but they’ve agreed to this amount for an initial period of ten years, and –”

Again, his words fade into the background.

You stare at the funds, imagining the possibilities. You could tackle the Great Pacific garbage patch. Do away with your lobbyists and contribute to politicians yourself. Each idea shines before you, grander than the last until – logic interjects. You can’t possibly accept this.

The knowledge is heavy, a blow as you contemplate what it’d be like to have Jungkook as a donor. To feel like you owe him. The ethical implications of admitting your feelings. Not only that – you’d always feel indebted to him, thankful to Jungkook for saving the day. A hollowness enters your chest, chipping away at the certainty of your feelings.

“Could I speak to Miss Y/L/N alone?”

Jungkook’s voice interrupts your spiral, forcing you to look up. Namjoon has stopped talking and, unsure how long you’ve been sitting in silence, you glance at Hoseok.

Lifting a brow, he gives away nothing.

“Of course,” Namjoon says, pushing back his chair. Reaching for the papers, he pauses and then, shoves them closer.

Olya glances at you, silently asking if it’s okay to leave. You nod; part of you expected this to happen – speaking to Jungkook alone. It might be easier this way; without an audience, you won’t need to guard your words so carefully.

“This way,” Hoseok says as he stands. “We can discuss financial details in the conference room. Olya?”

“Coming,” she adds, casting a final glance at you before leaving.

The door falls shut when they exit, leaving you in total silence. You focus on your breath, the rise and fall of your chest each time you inhale – anything to avoid looking at Jungkook.

“Y/N,” he says softly.

Beneath all his softness there’s an uncompromising edge, and you feel your hands curl into fists in response.

“What happened to Miss Y/L/N?” you ask, reaching out for the papers. “Or was that just for our audience?”

“Y/N,” he repeats.

Your grip on the contract tightens. “You know I can’t accept this,” you say, a note of desperation entering your voice. You despise the sound.

“Why not?”

“Why not?” you breathe and, unthinkingly, you look up.

Jungkook meets your gaze, unflinching.

A wave of indignation sweeps through you. You were naïve to imagine Jungkook might feel the same way about you. If he did, he wouldn’t be here with a binding legal contract that makes everything harder.

When Liam asked you out, you thought dating a donor wouldn’t be hard. Clearly, you didn’t think that one all the way through. If you do accept Jungkook’s money, you’d be constantly wondering what his motives were. Not to mention the hell it’d be to see him, knowing you can’t have him in the way that you want him.

“Because,” you blurt. “Because… of what you and I...”

His gaze sharpens. “I wish to assure you, Y/N, Jeon Energy’s donation has nothing to do with our prior relationship.”

Each word he says puts another nail in your coffin. His words mirror Liam’s so perfectly, it’s hard not to compare them.

“Oh?” you manage to say.

Jungkook nods, determined. “I heard when you told me to go. I understand things are over between us. I know I can’t change what happened, but I don’t want to let that come in the way of Clean Ocean benefitting.”

“It’s that… benefit, though,” you say, choosing your words, “which gives me pause.”

“I know.” He exhales. “You should know, though I’ve been trying to change Jeon Energy for a while now. It’s been an… arduous process to say the least.”

“How so?”

“Well. My father made it clear he wouldn’t pass on the title of CEO until he deemed me ready.” Jungkook’s jaw tightens. “My father’s idea of readiness vastly differs from mine. It was a difficult line to walk, gaining his approval while retaining a sense of decency with which I could live.”

A crack in your heart widens further, compounding what you already know from Yoongi.

“That must have been hard,” you say softly.

Jungkook merely nods. “When my father retired and joined the Board, I was voted in as CEO. I began implementing changes immediately – too late, my father realized his mistake.” A ghost of a smile crosses his lips. “Of course, I still have restrictions. Board approval is required for large-scale projects, and such.”

“Of course,” you say, somewhat dazed.

“My donation to Clean Ocean isn’t isolated,” Jungkook adds, tilting his head. “Your organization fits with my deeper intentions to change Jeon Energy’s direction. I intend to remove us from crude oil over the next twenty years. We will become a clean energy leader.”

His determination is clear and, faced with such passion, your words fail you.

“That’s – that’s an admirable goal,” you say at last.

“In addition to our revenue goals, I’ve implemented new targets in community growth and social involvement. Essentially – if Jeon Energy has a net negative impact, we fail.”

You stare at him a moment, amazed. “That’s aggressive.”

“And necessary.” Jungkook hesitates. “I just… I don’t want it to seem like we’re investing in Clean Ocean solely for personal reasons. I have no ulterior motive here, I promise.”

Each word he says sends mixed regret through you.

Part of you hoped this was a grand gesture, as silly as that sounds. The almost-dead, believes-in-fairy-tales part of you hoped Jungkook was here because of you, not just Clean Ocean. Another – larger – part of you though, would have been uncomfortable if this were the case.

Hearing Jungkook explicitly state he’s here for business is a relief. And yet, a fragile place deep inside of you crumbles.

“I understand,” you say softly.

Something murkier crosses his features. “I understand why you might not accept my offer,” Jungkook continues. “Believe me. As someone who’s used to good things having strings attached, I understand if you’re hesitant. I hope you believe me when I say our donation won’t be like that.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” you point out. “Most of the power in this conversation is yours, isn’t it?”

Jungkook’s eyes brim with unsaid emotion.

“No,” he murmurs. “I rather think it’s the opposite.”

His words floor you momentarily, but you shake it off quickly. Likely, Jungkook doesn’t mean what you think he means. Lowering your gaze, you reach for the papers.

“What’s this, then?” you ask, lifting them from the desk. “A contract means there are strings attached. Gratitude, if nothing else.”

Jungkook makes a dismissive noise. “I can’t just give you the money if that’s what you’re asking. I’m the CEO of Jeon Energy, which means I answer to people other than myself. I can’t … I can’t use company funds to help a friend.”

Horror dawns when you realize what he’s implying.

“That’s not what I’m asking,” you blurt. You were trying to decline his offer, not procure better terms. The fact that Jungkook thought you might ask this makes your face heat.

“Jeon Energy is donating to other organizations, if it makes you feel better,” he adds. “Clean Ocean has been on our radar since before we even met. I wasn’t in charge of charitable donation recommendations – Namjoon was.”

His proclamation silences your retort. It was arrogant of you to assume Jungkook had a hand in choosing Clean Ocean. Lowering the contract, you smooth out the first page.

“I… want to believe you,” you say at last.

Something in your expression makes him soften.

“Then, believe me,” Jungkook urges. “I know this is short notice, so I don’t expect you to sign today. We planned to reach out next month, but then Namjoon saw your email requesting funds and we pushed the Board to approve sooner.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit.

A lump has lodged in your throat, and you frantically scramble for further objections. It’d be foolish of you to decline, though – nearly as foolish as you would have been to accept Liam. All week you hoped for funds and now, here they are and from someone you trust.

Because you do trust him, you realize. Every word you said to Liam about Jungkook was true.

“What’s holding you back?” Jungkook asks, quiet.

His voice startles you into speaking honestly.

“Do you even have to ask me that?” you say, looking up. “It just… it feels wrong, accepting money from you after what we… after what happened between us.”

Jungkook’s expression shifts. Hurt bleeds into his gaze, and you don’t know what you said to put it there, nor how to make it stop.

“That’s not why I’m here,” he exhales. Looking away, he drags a hand through his hair. “What can I do to make this more palatable to you, Y/N?” He turns back. “Would it help if I removed myself from negotiations? If I don’t interact with your account personally going forward?”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Jungkook blinks at you, baffled. “Then, what, Y/N?”

“I…”

Desperate, you cast about for an explanation.

You feel too much, too strongly for Jungkook to accept his money. Signing the contract feels akin to a death warrant, ending a future between you before it begins. Maybe that’s not what he intends, but why else would Jungkook be here? Why else would he tell you – over and over – his donation is nothing personal; he sees you as a friend.

Friend. Despair chokes the rest of your thoughts. You never wanted Jungkook as your savior; you only wanted him as an equal.

“Pretend it’s not me,” Jungkook suggests. “I know Jeon Energy has done terrible things; things which could rightly dissuade you from considering our donorship. Pretend I’m someone else – would you be pushing back as hard?”

“Well, no,” you admit. “But that’s kind of the point.”

“I can’t force you to take my money.” He pauses, then swallows. “I don’t want you to feel indebted to me, so let me say – this isn’t wholly altruistic. Jeon Energy needs to improve our image, and charitable donations help with that. Clean Ocean is a respected organization.”

“I… understand.”

“I know how much Clean Ocean means to you. And I… I would hate it if your project were stalled because I fucked up and now, you can’t trust me.”

A retort rises to your lips, but you can’t contradict Jungkook without revealing the truth. Now isn’t the time to tell him how you feel – not when Jungkook came here with an agenda. One which doesn’t involve romance between you.

Instead, you shut your mouth. “I’ll need to review the contract,” you say.

Hope sparks in his gaze.

“I understand,” Jungkook says quickly.

Tearing your gaze away, you push back your chair to stand. Suddenly, you feel tired – emotionally exhausted in a way you don’t know how to fix.

“Someone from my office will be in contact today or tomorrow,” you say as you walk towards the door. “Legal will need to review.”

His chair scrapes the floor as he stands. At the door, you turn and are startled to find how close Jungkook is.

His chest is eye-level, sturdy even as his breath quickens. The scent of him surrounds you and it’s true, what they say about the entwinement of scent and memory. Standing this close, you can’t escape your shared past. Not that you want to.

Uncertain, you slowly lift your gaze and find Jungkook staring.

You should go. You should step around him and push open the door, ever the consummate professional. Instead, you stare back. It was foolish of you to meet Jungkook alone. Foolish to think you could separate your feelings as easily as you have for others.

Jungkook is different. Jungkook means more.

Exhaling a breath, he quickly scans your body. Jungkook forces his gaze upward, finding your face with a distracted swallow.

“I’m sorry I didn’t… tell you before,” he murmurs, the words barely audible. “About the funding. I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case I failed. I don’t like to disappoint people. Especially people I c- well, people in general.”

Jungkook ceases talking, lips pressed together as though to keep the words from pouring out. You wonder at this before landing on his use of the word fail.

“But Jungkook…” You pause, wondering if this is wise before deciding, fuck it. “How I feel about you isn’t tied to what you can do for me. It never has been.”

He stills. Something infinitesimal seems to shift in his gaze and god, you missed him looking at you like that. As though what you have to say is important; as though you somehow say the right thing, when everything else comes out wrong.

In so many ways, you sympathize with Jungkook. It took a long time to unlearn all the lessons taught by your parents and believe your self-worth. It would have taken longer, were it not for your friends and for Jason. Jungkook seems to be on the right path, but you don’t want to push.

“Thank you.” His gaze searches yours. “All the same, Y/N, I –”

Someone knocks on your door.

Cursing the universe for its bad timing, you turn. The back of Jungkook’s hand brushes yours and you stiffen, startled by the jolt of electricity. Jungkook sharply inhales and you know he feels it, too. There’s no time to dissect this before you throw the door open.

“Y/N?” Hoseok blinks, hand half-poised in a knock.

Namjoon stands at his side, both seeming startled by your swift appearance. Glancing past, Hoseok watches Jungkook take a step away. His gaze narrows.

“Namjoon clarified the contract language.” Hoseok’s eyes flick to yours. “Are you two done?”

“Yes,” you blurt before Jungkook can answer. “Come in.”

Leaving the door open behind you, you turn without making eye contact. The past minute has proven you can’t be alone with Jungkook. Settling at your desk, you wait for the rest to enter.

“Where’s Olya?” you ask, noting her absence.

“Contacting the venue,” Hoseok says as he sits. “Letting them know we won’t be cancelling.”

Although your brows lift, you say nothing. It appears Hoseok has already formed his opinion; after Infinity Motors, you find yourself surprised.

Grasping the contract, you skim its first pages. Namjoon and Jungkook wait patiently while you read. As suspected, the contract is pristine. Clear, standard language and manageable terms. Nothing to give any red flags, although you’d like legal to review all the same.

Setting the papers back down, you glance between them.

“I told Jungkook our legal team needs to review,” you inform Namjoon. “And our internal team will need to confer.”

“Of course.” Namjoon smiles. “There’s no pressure to respond now.”

“There’s a little pressure,” Hoseok mutters.

Ignoring this, you fold your hands on top of the table. “My assistant is correct. We do have a deadline looming, so we’ll be in touch tomorrow about whether we accept. Does that work?”

Namjoon glances at Jungkook, who nods.

“Yes,” Namjoon says, turning back. “That works.”

“Good.”

Namjoon stands first, clearly not the type to linger once a resolution has settled. You appreciate his brevity and are glad Jungkook has found someone to trust at work. Reaching out, Namjoon waits for you to shake his hand.

“We appreciate the audience,” he says, retracting briefly to open his briefcase. “Here’s my business card. Feel free to call.”

“We will,” Hoseok says, already standing.

He does you the favor of guiding Namjoon out, leaving you alone with Jungkook. You wonder if Hoseok did this on purpose. He’s not the scheming type – that would be Seokjin – but he’s known, on occasion, to break his rules for the greater good.

Before you can make an excuse to leave, Jungkook steps forward to block the exit. Surprised, you look up and meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts.

You stare at him in shock. “What for?” you ask, pulling yourself together.

His gaze darkens. “What you’ve gone through this past week. I… heard what happened with Infinity Motors and it’s just… well, I feel responsible.”

Incredulous, your lips part.

“You feel responsible?” you say. “How?”

“Well, I know Liam.” A muscle in his jaw clenches. “I tried not to let my personal feelings get in the way of you doing business, but I know how Liam can be and I… I could have done more to warn you.”

“You did try and warn me,” you point out.

“I know.” Jungkook pauses. “I could have tried harder.”

His words soften at the end and for some reason, you think he’s referring to more than just Liam. Heart skipping a beat, you fervently wish you weren’t standing in your office.

“Maybe,” you admit. “But I don’t think you need to be sorry about what happened.”

Jungkook’s brows draw together. “No?”

“What happened with Infinity Motors wasn’t great,” you admit. “But it wasn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“But…” He shakes his head. “Weren’t you dating?”

A knot in your stomach loosens. Despite the confusion, you hoped Jungkook didn’t still believe that lie. It would seem Yoongi hasn’t told Jungkook that you reached out. You try not to linger on why that might be.

“No,” you say flatly. “I told Liam I didn’t feel anything for him after my parents’ anniversary party.”

Jungkook stares at you, floored. “You…”

“We went out on a few dates, but he was never my boyfriend.”

Somewhat dazed, Jungkook looks at the door. Behind his eyelids you can see the wheels turning, events reshuffling themselves with this latest information – much as they did for you after your talk with Yoongi. Eventually, Jungkook turns back.

“Well, I’m still sorry,” he says, determined. “I don’t like Liam because he hurt me – in a personal way. We were friends, and he used it against me. I… I was ashamed of the way I responded to him.” Jungkook exhales. “And embarrassed I didn’t see through him. I just… I didn’t want you to know that side of me.”

“Now you do?” you ask him softly.

His gaze burns on yours. “Now, I do.”

The two of you stand there a moment, staring at one another. A lightness has spread through your chest which didn’t exist before.

“Thank you,” you whisper, unsure what you’re saying.

A small smile creases his lips. “You’re welcome.”

You’re dimly aware several minutes have passed since Namjoon left. Tearing your gaze away from him, you’re about to ask whether Jungkook should leave when he starts.

“Fuck,” he mutters, digging around in his pocket. “I need to go. My phone has been buzzing – probably Namjoon, telling me I’m late.”

Your lips twitch. “Ah, you have a Hoseok.”

Jungkook fumbles with his phone. “Does Hoseok constantly belittle your time-keeping abilities?”

“Without fail.”

He laughs, glancing up. “Then, yes. I have a Hoseok. I do have to go, though,” he adds, glancing at his phone. Still, he hesitates. “You know… you can call me if you have any questions. Right?”

“I know,” you say, wondering if he really means it.

Jungkook stares at you a moment longer than necessary before nodding and leaving. He’s nearly to the door when you have the sudden urge to call out – you suppress it, but for entirely different reasons than the last time he left.

The last time, it was because things were ending. Now though, you can’t help but feel something is starting. Whatever that is, you aren’t sure, but you feel undeniable hope as he walks out your door.

You aren’t sure how long you stand there before Hoseok reappears in your doorway. Casual, he leans against the frame.

“Well.” He crosses his arms. “That was something.”

Shaking yourself, you groan. Turning around, you head for your desk and reseat yourself with a plunk.

Hoseok takes the other seat for the third time today. “So?” he prompts.

You stare at the contract on your desk.

“I don’t know what to do, Hobi.”

“Do?” He sounds miffed. “What’s there to talk about? We take their money, Y/N.”

“But it’s Jungkook.”

“And?”

You look up, disgruntled. “And, what if he’s just doing this because he feels bad about the way things ended?”

Hoseok shakes his head. “Nope. Try again.”

“He’s doing this because he does have feelings for me, and this is all just a misguided attempt to win me over.”

Hoseok’s brows furrow. “Is that what he said to you just now?”

“Well, no. But maybe he’s playing the long game.”

“Or” – Hoseok gives you a look – “Jungkook could genuinely be trying to turn Jeon Energy around, and Clean Ocean is a well-known and respected organization.”

“That, too,” you admit.

His words are so similar to Jungkook, it’s uncanny. The way Hoseok watches you though, it makes you think he knows more than he lets on. Glancing down, you shuffle through the papers piled up on your desk.

“Y/N.” Hoseok’s voice gentles. “Why are you so determined to believe the worst in him?”

Your fingers still. “I’m not,” you say, and Hoseok lifts a brow. After a moment, you sigh. “You want the short answer, or the therapist one?”

“Short. I’m not being paid by the hour.”

“You kind of are, though,” you point out, and your smile fades. “I guess… every time I put my faith in someone else, they tend to let me down. Most of the time, I just find it easier to just do things myself.”

“Easier how, though?” he prods. “That type of thinking always takes a toll – just in other ways. The amount of energy you expend. The constant worrying. The long hours and stress.”

Chewing on your lower lip, you know Hoseok is right. Maybe it’s easier for you mentally, since if you fail, you’re the only one to blame – a controllable factor. It’s easier to put in more time, to throw in more effort than to ask someone else to do something for you. That would imply you’re worthy of doing things for.

That’s how your therapist put it, anyways.

“You let me do things,” Hoseok points out. “And Olya. And even Seokjin, occasionally.”

“Well, yeah,” you admit. “But that’s because those people are you.”

“And now it’s Jungkook.”

Again, you pause because Hoseok is right. Despite your reservations, you do trust Jungkook. Somehow, somewhere, Jungkook gained that distinction. Exhaling deeply, you sit back.

“What if this changes things, though?” you ask, a bit softer. “What if having Jungkook as a donor means… nothing more can happen between us?”

Hoseok stills. “Do you want something more to happen?”

“Maybe. I – yeah,” you say, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. I do. I went to talk to Yoongi on Monday.”

“Did you, now?” Hoseok asks drily.

You give him a look. “Yes – I did, and he explained what happened between Liam and Jungkook. I guess… I’m just worried if I confess now, Jungkook will think I’m doing it out of gratitude. Or because things ended with Liam.”

“And is that the case?”

“No,” you blurt. “No, of course not!”

Hoseok seems amused by your outburst. “Then, you should tell him that. Let Jungkook decide.”

When you nod and look away, Hoseok sighs.

“Think of it this way,” he offers. “Jungkook just walked in with a bunch of power and money to save our asses. Maybe he didn’t tell you his feelings because he doesn’t want you to think he had a motive.”

It lines up with everything Jungkook just said – and all your uncertainties. Rubbing your forehead, you wish things could be simple for once.

“Anyways.” Hoseok pushes his chair back to stand. “This week has been a lot. Maybe it’s a good idea to take some time to think – make sure you know what you want before making any decisions.”

You nod, but deep down, you already know what you want. You’ve known for a while and, emboldened by this, you glance again at the contract.

“We should accept,” you say quietly.

Hoseok pauses. “What?”

“The donation,” you say, looking up. “Obviously, legal should review and all that – but if everything checks out, we should accept the donation. I trust them.”

“I do, too.” Hoseok nods. “Alright. I’ll go tell Olya everything is back on.”

“Thank you.”

Before leaving, he pauses to survey you. “Breathe, Y/N.” Hoseok smiles. “At least our funding worries are over, right?”

“Right,” you echo, managing to smile until Hoseok disappears.

Once he’s gone, you slump in your chair and stare at your laptop until the screen turns black. Reaching out for your phone, you turn it over in your palm.

A notification blinks, citing a new message from Jungkook.

You sit up so fast you bang your knee on the table. Wincing, you rub the bruise as you type out your password and read the large block of text.

Jungkook: Hey. I just wanted to say – again – you don’t have to accept the donation. I hope you do, because Clean Ocean is a great organization and I’d hate to see things pushed back, but I understand if you don’t. I know I messed things up between us. I’m not saying this to push you in any direction, but just to explain in case our past relationship stops you from signing. [3:24 PM]

Your stomach sinks, even as his words bring some relief. There’s no expectation attached to Jungkook’s donation, which is a good thing. The bubble inside your chest has popped though, by the clear lines he’s drawn.

You’re debating how to respond when your phone dings again and you glance down, surprised.

Jungkook: I’m sorry I’m telling you this over text [3:28 PM]

Jungkook: I meant to say it in person, but then I saw you…. yeah [3:28 PM]

Stomach flipping, your grip on your phone tightens. Jungkook’s ellipses slow, then disappear and you wait several moments until the next message comes through.

Jungkook: you can ignore these messages if they make you uncomfortable. You have Namjoon’s card, and can email him if the answer is no. Hope you’re doing well [3:29 PM]

Jungkook: not that you didn’t look well. You looked – well, that’s beside the point. Have a good day [3:29 PM]

Lips twitching, you respond before you can second-guess.

Y/N: you didn’t mess anything up [3:30 PM]

Y/N: and I don’t feel uncomfortable [3:30 PM]

Y/N: I think I owe you an apology [3:30 PM]

Jungkook answers immediately.

Jungkook: what for? [3:31 PM]

Y/N: I know I’ve said things to you about Jeon Energy. About the privilege you have, and assuming you didn’t care. I’m sorry I said that. Clearly, you care [3:32 PM]

His ellipses appear, then disappear before your phone chimes with a text.

Jungkook: It’s okay. I didn’t take the time to explain [3:33 PM]

Y/N: still. [3:33 PM]

Jungkook: Anyways. I don’t want to intrude – I know you’re busy. I just wanted to tell you [3:33 PM]

Y/N: I’m glad that you texted [3:34 PM]

Jungkook: are you? [3:34 PM]

Heart racing, you stare at his words on the screen. For a moment, it feels like before – when he’d flirt with you, you’d roll your eyes and then you’d dish it back. Except things aren’t the same.

They’re different, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Y/N: Let’s say we did decide to accept [3:35 PM]

Jungkook: oh? [3:35 PM]

It’s a single word, but you can hear his voice in your mind. Teasing, with a knowing glint in his eyes as Jungkook leans forward. The mere thought of it makes your breath hitch.

Y/N: If we did, our launch party is on Saturday. Would you – or Namjoon – be able to attend on short notice? [3:36 PM]

Jungkook takes his time to respond, leaving you on edge until his words fill the screen. Reading his words, you can’t help but smile.

Jungkook: wouldn’t miss it x [3:38 PM]

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sansuri · 9 months

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His Daughter

(Gojo Satoru x Reader) kind of, but it’s honestly just about his daughter and him

Themes: dad!gojo, sfw, fluff w/ an angsty ending… 😔

Warnings: death

Word Count: 421

Summary: Gojo recalls a memory he had with his daughter and then boom angst.

Notes: Thought about this in a car ride while it was raining while listening to Riko’s aquarium ost from JJK season two. Not really a Gojo Satoru x Reader, but it makes light references to them.

Previous: Promise Me

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“I wanna marry you, dad!” She stubbornly hugs onto his leg as he tries to maneuver around the kitchen to put away the dishes.

It’s raining outside, but the rain doesn’t stop her from going.

Gojo picks his daughter up, the resemblance of you and him combined, raising her into the air. “You can’t marry your daddy, honey.” Lowering her down, he spins his daughter around blowing raspberries into her stomach. She’s giggling as she asks him, struggling to remove herself from his sturdy hold. “Why can’t I?” Gojo laughs heartily as he glances down at her, pushing his calloused hands through her soft tufts of hair, the same color as yours, “because one day, you’ll marry a man of your own.” He’s still holding her tight, securing her in his broad arms, ensuring she doesn’t slip from his grasp despite his tickling antics. And although she’s young and still his sweet baby girl, there’s a certain gloss to his eyes that undoubtedly carries a sort of gloom in it at the thought of his daughter leaving him.

She hugs onto him tightly trying to grip onto his body, but it’s no use because her hands are so small in comparison to his large build that she’s not able to grip onto him fully.

“But that sounds scary…”

He kisses the top of her head softly, “Don’t worry, my love. Because when that day comes, when you find your one,” he turns her around, staring lovingly into her sweet sachirine eyes, “I’ll be right there to walk you down that aisle.” He happily spins her around, tossing her up to gleam at the greatest blessing in his life. Not even being the strongest sorcerer could ever defeat the gift of his daughter’s bubbly laugh, one that you so graciously happened to have blessed him with.

“Really, dad?!”

“Of course, my love. I’ll always be there.”

But promises are a bitter lie. They’re always broken. Because when Gojo glances at the urn that carried the ashes of his once living daughter, he realizes that he’ll never fulfill his end of the promise to his baby girl. The rain falls a little harder. Harder than what he would have liked. Even being the strongest sorcerer has its limitations. Gojo Satoru, a man known for his incredible cursed technique, born with both six eyes and infinity after almost 400 years, is left grasping the realization that his life was simply enveloped in a series of tragedies.

The rain never stopped her from going.

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boy enrichment

happy friday! another one for @taznovembercelebration "YES"

“So like, I don’t know any of this nerd shit,” Taako says, flipping his hair a little. “But the lil’ man wants to play, and I want him to get to play, because the next time he gets the zoomies and I have to play Risk I’m gonna fuckin’ Risk It All, you know what I mean? No offence, Ango.”

“None taken, sir! If I took offence at all of your flippant and seemingly disparaging comments made to distance yourself from real feelings and maintain the dangerously seductive comfort of irony, I’d be in a sorry state, probably!” Angus grins a great big gap toothed grin, not even looking at Taako, who just sort of accepts this as normal. Both of them look at Kravitz expectantly, and he, stunned, realized he’s meant to be formulating an answer and not just being more floored than the sad, sad fucking arcade carpet he won’t replace because he’d have to lose like, a WEEK of business.

Also it’s vintage.

“But I’m not!” Angus says, probably for Kravitz’s benefit, and also as a politer way to kick someone under the table, especially when you cannot kick under the counter of his game store.

“Right,” Kravitz says. “So you want to play DnD.”

“Oh, more than anything, sir!” Angus does a little wiggle that betrays the absolute carbonated excitement lurking under his carefully controlled little bow-tie ass calm. “But even, perhaps, if it were possible to be more than anything and then more than that again, as how some infinities are larger than other infinities, as you may remember from the siren song of calculus, I really, really want to DM!”

“You want to DM?” Kravitz eyes the ten year old. Ten? He thinks Taako said ten. He might have also said five, and that’s definitely not true. Probably. No, definitely. Five is like double toddler. Right? Double and a half? “Dungeon Master,” Angus says helpfully, opening his mouth and taking a thrilled deep breath to elaborate ‘for Kravitz’s benefit’.

“Right. Well, sh- heck, young man, uh, I admire your enthusiasm,”

“Don’t worry, you can swear in front of me! I’m perfectly well aware of what sort of words you say in what sort of situations. In fact, I’ve been learning a lot about code-switching, and-”

“Hey, lil’man, you gotta win the sale to infodump,” Taako nudges in a stage whisper.

“Right!!!!!” Angus straightens up, vibrating like a Looney Toons arrow. “Regardless, would it be possible to DM at your game store Mr. Kravitz? I promise I would follow any rules and guidelines you set out as appropriate based on your store code of conduct, even if they’re stupid, and Taako can help me bring snacks if that is acceptable!”

Kravitz laughs, getting the hang of it now. He gets it. Maybe he doesn’t get Angus specifically yet, or even kids in general, but oh, does he recognize this flavor. And he would fucking love to enable it as far as he’s allowed.

“You know what, I do think I have an open table. I’ll put out feelers and see who’s interested. Do you mind a rotating party, or would you prefer to lock in for a certain amount of time?”

“Hmmmm,” Angus says, screwing up his face and clearly mentally flipping through his campaign notes. “Let me consider and prioritize.”

“Yeah, you consider and prioritize, maybe shop around a little, and I’ll chat with your, uh,”

“Taako,” Taako smoulders, which provides no fucking context whatsoever. Who are you to him. ELABORATE!!

“Taako,” Kravitz agrees with a smile.

Angus bolts off so fast to look at the campaign books and dice that he leaves an Angus-shaped cloud behind, and Taako and Kravitz stifle laughter, because it’s still not like, a huge store, and the little guy probably hears everything he isn’t supposed to.

“Precocious,” Kravitz says fondly. “You don’t know the half of it,” Taako sighs. “I can’t keep up with him half the time. But man, he cares so hard it wears a hole through me and when I eat it falls out of me like a cartoon skeleton.”

“So true.” Kravitz can’t help but laugh. They’re more the same than Taako may realize. They reek of the same vibe, like the kind of candle you wanna take a big bite out of. “He’s yours?”

“Insomuch as a stray cat is yours, you know?” Taako leans on the game counter and sigh, toying with his hair again, which Kravitz recognizes is a flirting technique and is somehow still kneecapped by. “Like, you can be like, hey, who the fuck lets cats outside? They’re gonna decimate the goddamn bird population, and then where will we be?”

“Ten percent less birdful,” Kravitz says, like that’s a reasonable thing any person has ever said on planet Earth, ever.

Taako nods, which does nothing to discourage Kravitz’s bullshit.

“But like, seriously, his legal guardians don’t do shit, and yadda yadda yadda,”

“Plot plot lore, Kravitz agrees.

“He’s mine, sort of. He comes and eats my food, at least, you know, when he doesn’t have to fight possums for it.”

“Does the possum have a name?” Kravitz grins.

“Garyl,” Taako says, whipping back just as fast. Fuck, Kravitz is obsessed with him. Damn, he had things to do. “He used to be a binicorn in another life, but he can’t escape the cycle, so he came back as a trash gargler. His favorite cheese is provolone.”

“Ooh, mild,” Kravitz says, so outside of himself at the moment that he could pause the livestream and do football drawings and commentary on his own stupid face putting these noises in this order. But Taako laughs, so it’s worth it. He looks at Angus, who is carefully inspecting the Bucket O’ Dice, and digging frantically for one he’s spotted in the very bottom. “I almost want to go open another pound of dice and pour them in, you know, for uh…boy enrichment.”

“Boy enrichment is the name of the game,” Taako agrees. “That tiger needs beefier meat pumpkins than cha’boi can provide. I can’t keep up with him, seriously. I was hoping maybe you’d know more about this shit?”

“Yeah, a little,” Kravitz massively understates, feeling a glowing, strong bond form between him and this alleycat of a kid. “I’d love to let him find his footing here, if you want. And if people want to be freaks about it, I’m not having it.”

“Fuck yeah,” Taako mumbles. “Knew I could trust a pretty guy like you. No one’s snapped you up yet?”

“Too goth and weird,” Kravitz laments, like he isn’t having a heart attack about being called pretty. “I’m as single as the day is long.”

“Well, it’s Daylight Savings Time, bitch, and it’s about to get real dark.”

“Are you-” Kravitz can’t help but laugh. “Are you announcing your intentions to pursue me?”

“Is it working?” Taako winks.

“Yes,” Kravitz has to admit. “Yes it is."

[ID: a gameboard with 15 spaces, 1-5 taken up by stickers of a cat, a fish, "good worker", a door, and a dragon]

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Voice Mail: Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz x Reader

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It’s an off-duty shooting, something that no one expects to happen, least of all Greg.

You’d caught the bullet when you’d stepped out of the precinct, hurrying down the steps because you were running late to meet him at the observatory.

The stupid thing?

It wasn’t even meant for you; it was meant for the officer two steps behind you.

Greg remembers listening to the voicemail you’d left him that day. You’d been locking away your case files when you’d left it.

“Sorry Greg, I’m running late again. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Love you.”

He listens to that voicemail in the dead of night when he lies there in bed alone, staring at your pillow.

As he sits in the church, his gaze on the coffin in front of him, he recalls that morning. The sunlight playing across your bare skin as you made love to him for the last time. He remembers the way your fingertips traced over his scars, the noise that left your mouth when you hit that high. He relives every single one of those moments when he’s in the shower praying for a miracle.

When the curtain sweeps around the coffin, he feels the agony tearing in his chest because he knows what happens next. You’d made your wishes very clear when you’d talked about it one night.

Scatter me in the lake by the cabin, you’d told him.

His chest had gotten a little tight then because a lot of your special moments had happened up there. The first time he’d said I love you, the night he’d proposed.

I want to live in on those memories, you had explained.

Jay’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder, and he inhales, trying to stave off the stinging in his eyes. He promised himself he wouldn’t cry today, that he’d get through the funeral and grieve on his own terms.

A bottle of booze and a couple of pills to take the edge off. He’d slipped back into old habits since you’d been gone. He thinks about the gun in his nightstand, the one he’d bought from his dealer two days ago.

Tonight he’s going to do it, tonight he’s going to join you.

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sensivs · 9 months

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“You promised you wouldn’t

leave me”

Sad hcs on how I think the hashira would take your death (SOB SOB WAHHHHHHHHH SOB SOB)

Cw// large amounts of mentions of blood and large wounds, HUGE INFINITY CASTLE SPOILERS AS WELL (for shinobu)

(Also reader is gn with a more amab lean)

(female readers are free to read this but you’ll most likely not like it due to the He/him use of pronouns/male use of nicknames)

K. Rengoku

- Never in a million years would rengoku thought he would be crying over your dead body. That thought just never crossed his mind and instead was covered up by his mass amount of love for you.

- You desperately tried protecting rengoku from akaza, but ended up becoming heavily injured. Surely you would just bounce back from this fight right? Right..?

- Rengoku watched in slow motion as akaza’s fist dug its way through your torso and through your backbone. Creating a huge crater in your stomach. Rengoku jumped onto his feet and immediately ran towards you, scrambling his way onto his feet.

- But before Rengoku could land a hit on the upper moon, he ran away. But that didn’t matter, what mattered was you and your health.

- Rengoku held you in his arms, rocking you in his large arms back and forth and sobbing, telling you that you were alright and that you would surely live through this.

- Tanjiro, inosuke, and zenitsu stood back in pure shock and sadness. They looked up to you as their own parental figure.. and now.. you were gone.

- Tanjiro sobbed as he sniffed the air of death, blood, and sadness, while zenitsu bursted out crying, not being able to hear your heart beating anymore. Inosuke fell to the ground and tried his hardest not to cry but the fat tears pushed their way through and rushed out his eyes like a waterfall.

- Rengoku couldn’t let go of you, even when people tried to pry him off of you, his strength was just unmatched. His grief pushed him into a depressive state. To the point where his bubbly personality turned into pure anger.

- His hatred for demons increased and his training hardened. He was going to avenge you if it was the last thing he’d do.

T. Uzui

- Tengen and you were desperate to find your wives, you’d do anything to get them back. You watched in utter horror as a slim creature emerged out of the original demon you were fighting.

- His extremely skinny body made him look weak but since the two demons were upper 6 you knew that his body was just something to throw you all off.

- you found yourself heaving in pain as the poison of gyutaro’s weapon burrowed itself deep in your bloodstream. You cried as you felt the burning sensation of the poison rushing through you as quickly as it possibly could.

- Gyutaro was able to slice your stomach going up to the middle of your chest. Blood gushed out of your large wound and spilled all over the ground.

- “Y/NN!!” You heard one of your wives very familiar and ear-piercing voice calling out your name, suma crashed onto her knees beside you and bursted out crying.

- “Y/N YOU’LL GET THROUGH THIS ALRIGHT? STICK WITH US PLEASE” suma screeched as she shook you harshly “SUMA SHUT UP HE’S ALREADY IN PAIN DUE TO THAT HUGE WOUND HE HAS HE DOESNT NEED TO BE IN MORE PAIN DUE TO YOUR CRYING ASS” makio screamed at suma who was holding you close to her chest.

- You smiled weakly, “suma.. makio.. where’s hinatsuru..?” “She’s alright, she’s just unconscious for the time being”, you hummed, happy to hear hina was alive.

- you coughed up blood that had been bubbling in your throat, suma screamed some more before being hit on top of the head by makio. “Suma.. my dearest wife..” you started off.

- “Although your the most sensitive of the bunch, you’re still my wife and I’ll never let that be unknown.. your voice brings such comfort to my soul and I’m happy your able to be apart of my life..” you placed a hand on top of suma’s. She almost bursted out in tears but decided she’d save them for later.

- You turned your gaze to makio, who was silently crying while looking at your heavily injured body, you placed your other hand on her cheek and gave her the warmest smile you could muster up, “makio, although you’re hotheaded like no other, that doesn’t change anything on how I look upon you, you are one of my precious wives and you’ll always be known as that.. I love you.. suma.. makio”

- Your body began to go limp as you felt your heart grow slower and slower, “although hinatsuru and tengen aren’t here.. please let them know I love them as well” suma nodded profusely as she then began to cry louder than anything in the entire world.

- She held you as close as she could while makio held you close to her too, her tears falling onto your haori. You slowly closed your eyes and embraced the light at the end of the tunnel…

- Tengen had found his wives surrounding his only husband, crying their eyeballs out. Tengens heart dropped as this could only mean one thing.. the love of his life.. had.. died..

- He fell onto his knees and slowly picked you up, the sight of your eyes being permanently shut made him burst out in tears as he held your dead body close to his..

- That’s when he finally bursted out in tears, he didn’t care about the condition he was in, all he could care about was you.

- After the entertainment district incident, Uzui was no longer his “life of the party” self. He was way more closed off, even to his wives.

M. Kanroji

- It had been at least a couple hours since tanjiro, nezuko, and genya had left. Leaving you and your girlfriend to fight zohakuten. His wooden dragons attacked you both from both sides.

- It almost seemed as this fight would never end, but you knew you two could handle the demon child.

- Just as you sliced one of the dragons, you felt a large presence behind you. You twisted your head quickly but then felt a burning sensation in the middle of your chest.

- You felt the life drain out of you through your chest. You looked down to see one of the wooden dragons head pierce through you.

- Blood gushed out of your wound and spilled onto the forest ground, creating a large pool below you. The dragon then retracted its head through the hole it made in your chest, letting you fall to your demise.

- You body fell with the sound of a harsh crack of your rib cage breaking into a thousand pieces, collectively digging themselves into your lungs.

- Your vision grew blurry.. and then.. nothing

- “Y/N!!” your girlfriend called out, but didn’t receive a response, she looked over to where you originally were when she last looked at you.

- Her heart dropped as her eyes then darted down to the floor. Your body laying uncomfortably on the hard dirt floor.

- Mitsuri’s world began to slow down, tears immediately rushed to the edge of her eyelids before spilling out with a large wail.

- Her attention then quickly drew back to zohakuten, her sword springing into action almost immediately, rage engulfed her to the very tip of her nails.

- “you.. I will never forgive you for what pain I feel right now!! I don’t care if you look like some 10 year old kid!! I’ll kill you no matter what!!” Mitsuri screamed at the demon, her face completely red with anger and tears dripping down both her cheeks.

- Her speed increased significantly, her adrenaline and anger fueling her. She couldn’t let this kid get away with killing her bf!!

- Mitsuri sobbed as her legs grew weak on her but she couldn’t give up now, she had to avenge you even if it led her to her own death as well.

- “I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE” mitsuri sobbed out, her sword whipping down on the wooden dragon that was chasing her. She looked up in horror as she saw a dragon dive down, gobbling her up.

- But a few seconds later, the dragon rammed into a tree and collapsed, fading away after it crashed. “I’m saved!” Mitsuri cheered but her happiness was quickly cut short as she remembered you.

- She ran over to your body, falling to her knees as she saw your poor body lay face down. Your chest heaved slowly and raggedy, you were literally hanging onto a thread.

- “Y/N!! STAY WITH ME OKAY? WE’LL GET YOU HELP!” Mitsuri yelled between sobs, she scooped you up into her arms and hoisted you up onto her thighs.

- You’re eyes glistened with tears, you weren’t ready to leave.. you weren’t ready to leave mitsuri.. with the small amount of strength you had, you took mitsuris hand into yours and kissed it. Giving her one last loving look before your eyes grew shut and your grip on her hand loosened.

- Mitsuri could not stop crying after your death, she hated every passing second that wasn’t spent with you.

S. Kochō

- You and shinobu ran through the halls of the infinity castle. The multitude of doors that were scattered all around you two giving you a tiny sense of fear knowing that at any moment they could open up and you could fall to your death or be in a presence of an upper moon.

- the two of you then found yourselves in a hallway, a door not too far away. You and shinobu shared a look before carefully walking towards the door.

- Shinobu took the honor of opening the door, cautiously sliding the door to the side. There, you two saw upper moon 2..

DOUMA

- There was no doubt that this was the demon who killed kanae.. his shiny, blonde hair gave his mysterious persona away.

- The upper moon turned around “Hm? Someone’s here?” His rainbow gaze fell on the top of you two, “whoa it’s a girl! And her sweet boyfriend~!”

- You and shinobu both gripped onto your sword’s hilts tightly, “why hello there~! Very nice to meet you, my names douma~ it’s a lovely night out tonight, isn’t it~?”

- In the corner of your eye, you saw someone struggling to crawl away safely, “HELP ME..!” said the poor girl. “Shhh! We’re talking right now!” Douma was quick with his attack, with a slash of his fans, ice shwooshed through the already-cold air.

- Shinobu was quick to the girls aid, her fast pace competed against the ice. “Are you okay?” You managed to hear shinobu’s soft question, the girl looked scared, her frightened state left her unable to answer your girlfriend’s question.

- “Whoa! You sure are fast! Are you a pillar?” Douma was quick to ask questions, he was like a child who was curious about everything he could lay his eyes on.

- But with a blink of an eye, the girl was then sliced up, her body fell onto the ground in several large pieces. “There we go..” douma adjusted himself a bit. “Ah, don’t worry about her! Just leave her over there! I’ll make sure to gobble her up later”

- Douma stood up, his large figure easily towered over shinobu. He then went on to talk about how he was the founder of something.. something about eternal paradise..?

- You quickly made a break for it, running towards the demon and slicing your sword down, just as you were about to cut up one of his arms, douma’s balled up fist came in contact with your stomach.

- A large amount of blood gushed out of your mouth as you were flung back into the wall. “Y/N!!!!” Shinobu cried out.

- “I’d appreciate it if you told your boyfriend not to sneak up on me like that again..” Douma looked down at shinobu with a threatening look, but she didn’t care.

- She wasn’t going to listen to the same demon who lead to her older sister’s death.. your consciousness faded in and out, along with your hearing. But all you could think about shinobu’s safety.

- You groaned as you stood up, the pain in your stomach dying down at a painful rate. You climbed up onto the bridge/deck(??) and steadily took your balance back.

- But the moment you looked up you saw something horrifying, shinobu being struck by one of douma’s icy attacks. You yelled out to her before quickly making your way over to her.

- You shielded shinobu’s recovering body with your own, making sure douma had no chance to take a hit on her.

- “Could you please move out the way~? I have some business to take care of that includes your girlfriend~”, “like hell I will.. I’d be damned if I let you touch her..”

- “Hm.. You seem like a snack good enough for akaza! Ooo~! I could gift your dead body to him as a little token of our friendship~!!” Douma jumped up and down excitedly like a child.

- “Wha..” you could finish your tiny sentence before you were struck by one of douma’s attacks. Making you immediately drop to the floor like a fly.

- Shinobu looked back over to you to see you lying on the floor, your throat spurting out blood everywhere on the wood below you. Some drips of blood seeping down the cracks of the deck and into the pond water.

- “nonononononono..! y/n talk to me!!” You could only cough as a response. Your eyes grew glossy with tears as you realized this was your end..

- “You.. fucking piece of shit.. I’ll make sure to drag your body to hell and watch you burn in the enteral flames..”

(yk how the rest of the fight goes)

GRRRRR I REALLY WANTED TO ADD MORE HASHIRA BUT IM WAY PAST MY PUBLISH DATE SO THIS IS ALL I COULD DO 💔💔💔💔💔

IM SO SORRY GUYS :(((((

#hashira #hashira hcs #demon slayer #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #demon slayer x male reader #sad hcs #rengoku x you #uzui x you #mitsuri x you #shinobu x you

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crazyunsexycool · 1 month

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Unbreakable

Chapter 9

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: Some angst-iness, fluff, SMUUUTTTTTT, badly written smut, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), implied depression (Idk if it's well depicted)

A/N: These two ugh!!! my heart can't take it. They finally take their relationship to the next (physical level). Also I hated that in the infinity saga no one checked up on Thor so I'm changing that too.

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“I can’t believe you.” You look over at Lisa with a scowl. “I thought we were friends.”

“I guess we aren’t anymore.”

You scoff and look back down at the table. Lisa had never seen you upset let alone pissed off. She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up.

“Just take the cards, you drama queen.” Lisa urges you.

“I can’t believe you stacked all of those draw twos against me.”

“C’mon sweetheart, it’s just a game. Take your cards.”

You tilt your head to the side and look at Steve. “Just a game? I’ll have you know I’ve never lost a game of Uno before.” You say before you smile. “And I’m not about to now.” You add another draw two card to the pile.

Steve groans but has to grab a total of ten cards.

“It’s just a game, sweetheart.” You smile.

“Who knew she was so competitive?”

“All I know is we’re burning the Uno cards after this round.” Nat said before taking a sip of her beer.

You had finally introduced Lisa and Cassie to Nat and the three of them had hit it off. So now whenever the five of you had a free night someone would host game night. This week it was Lisa and Cassie’s night to host. Their home was lovely, something you hoped to have one day. You saw the same kind of awe in Steve’s eyes as he took in the modern yet cozy living space.

“You know what they say, if you can’t stand the heat.”

Nat rolls her eyes as she places a card down.

“I’m gonna take you down.”

“Good luck Red.” You winked at her. Nat shook her head but smiled at the nickname. Something you’d started calling her when you felt more comfortable in your friendship.

The game went on for a few more turns.

“Uno.” You shout and soon enough you place the last card down. “Yes! I am undefeated.”

You do a little happy dance while the others groan. This was at least the fourth game you’d won in a row. Cassie throws a balled up napkin at your head and you laugh. After picking up all of the cards and helping to clean up Nat excuses herself for the night. Soon enough you and Steve do the same with a promise of getting together again soon.

****

“Thank you for coming tonight.” You tell Steve as you stand on the steps of your apartment building.

“I wouldn’t have missed it. It was fun and I think Nat really needed it as well.”

“Yeah,” you nod but your mood shifts. “I worry about her. If we don’t drag her out she’d stay at the compound or go out on missions forever.”

“Some people are finding different ways to cope.”

“Yeah.”

“I was lucky enough to find the most amazing person to help me through my bad days.” Steve says as he places his hands on your hips and pulls you flush against him.

You smile as your hands come up to rest on his chest.

“Oh really?”

“Really.” Steve mumbled before closing the distance between your lips and giving you a sweet kiss. When he pulled back you chased him for a couple of more quick pecks. “So listen.” He says once you’ve both been satisfied. “I was wondering if you could take a few days off in like a week or so.”

“Probably. What for?”

“I am going to visit a friend and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

“Oh,” you can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of meeting another of Steve’s friends. “I’ll see what days I can take and let you know.”

“Perfect. Is Marvin good on planes?”

You both look down at Marvin who was sitting by your feet patiently waiting for the night to end. “I don’t know, we’ve never been on a plane together before. But he should be ok. I’ll do some research to see what I can do to make him comfortable during the flight.”

“Ok. Perfect, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Text me when you get home.”

Steve gives you another kiss. “Always.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

You’re all smiles as you walk into the building and up to your apartment.

When Steve said you two were taking a trip you thought it would be on a commercial flight. Instead the two of you, and Marvin, were in the jet Nat used for missions. The plan was that she would take you to your destination, stay unless she was needed for a mission, and come back to pick you up. It wasn’t what you were expecting but you appreciated the privacy.

“Are you ready for take off?” Steve asks as he double checks your seatbelt.

“Yeah. How long is the flight?”

“A few hours.”

“Ok, cool. Are you going to let me use you as a pillow if I fall asleep?”

Steve smiles as he sits next to you. “Of course you can sweetheart.”

“Are you two ready?” Nat turns her head to look back at you.

You and Steve nod.

“Alright. It should be a few short hours so strap in lovebirds.”

****

It was an almost 9 hour flight. Marvin was the first to hop out of the jet in order to stretch his legs. Steve grabs your bags while you walk around with Marvin and then head down to the village you’ll be staying at. You were surprised when you saw the sign that said New Asgard. Steve and Nat had both told you about Thor and how he had brought his people to earth when their home was destroyed.

“Captain Rogers, Black Widow.” A woman met the three of you at the village entrance. There were people working and walking around, their attention going to the four of you.

“Please call me Nat.”

“I’m Steve. This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He introduced you. “And that’s Marvin.” He points towards the dog sitting at your feet.

“Are you an avenger too?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m only here for moral support.”

“I’m Brunnhilde. C’mon I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

The three of you follow her until you get to a cottage. Brunnhilde lets you in and hands over the key.

“You should settle down for the night. I’ll take you to see him tomorrow but you should know that he isn’t doing well.”

You say your good nights and start to settle for the night. Nat takes one room and Steve ushers you to the other one.

“I’ll take the couch.” He says as sets your bags down just past the doorway.

“What? Why? The bed is big enough for the two of us.”

“I know but I didn’t want to assume you’d want to share a bed.”

You smile up at Steve and wrap your arms around his midsection. “Thank you for your consideration but I would like it very much if you stayed with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure.” You reach up to give Steve a quick kiss, one he accepts happily.

“The bathroom’s free.” Nat calls from down the hallway.

You and Steve each take a shower, have a quick dinner and head to bed for the night.

You were sitting at the kitchen table with Nat and Steve just having breakfast and talking over the plans for the day.

“I think the two of you should go ahead. Thor might not want to meet anyone new.” You said before taking a sip of your coffee.

“I don’t want you to be here alone.”

“Don’t worry about it. Marvin and I can go explore the village center. You two go see Thor and we can meet here in the afternoon.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asks as he stands to place his plate in the sink. “I’m more than ok if you join us.”

“I’m sure. Now go.”

With Nat and Steve gone you finish getting ready yourself. Double checking that you have everything in your bag you grab Marvin’s leash and head out.

****

New Asgard was beautiful. There were still things that needed to be done but the Asgardians had accomplished so much in the time they had been on earth. You took a stroll around the village center and ended around the rocky shore. It was early and vacant enough that you took off Marvin’s vest and leash to let him run around freely. You grabbed the ball you always carried in your bag for him and threw it far enough for him to chase. Of course it wasn’t as far Steve could throw it so he came back quickly. Marvin wagged his tail as he followed your movements to grab the ball again and throw it.

“How are you enjoying New Asgard?” You turn to see Brunnhilde walking up to you.

“It’s beautiful. I’m sure it’s not as beautiful as the original though.”

She looks back and nods.

“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine losing my home like that.”

She gives you a tight lipped smile before her eyes move to look at something behind you. “Marvin, right?”

“Yup.”

Marvin walks past you and lays the ball at her feet. He sits back and waits patiently for the ball to be thrown again. Brunnhilde takes it and launches it further than you had and Marvin is one happy dog as he runs full speed in order to find his target.

“So do you work with Steve and Nat?” She asks as the two of you decide to sit and wait for Marvin.

“No. I could never be an avenger.” You shake your head. “I don't think I’d last a day in the field and I’m probably a bit high maintenance.”

“High maintenance?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I could go days without a working bathroom. And you know the whole getting shot at or beaten up. I’m here for moral support and taking care of Steve and Nat when they come back from their missions.”

“Well that role is just as important.” Brunnhilde says with a smile.

“I mean I can kick some ass. They’ve taught me self defense.”

“Really?” She raises a brow and has a smirk that says trouble.

“Yes.”

“Would you like to spar? I promise it will be an easy round. Maybe I can teach you something too.”

You smile and nod. “I’d love that.”

“I’ll meet you at the cottage in 15 minutes then.” She says and leaves.

You call Marvin back and head to the cottage and change into more athletic clothes.

****

By the time Steve and Nat finally get back to the house you and Brunnhilde have finished your impromptu training session and are sitting side by side talking and drinking some water.

“What were you up to while we were out?” Steve asks as he walks in through the front door.

“Sparring. I learned some new moves.”

Steve nods, impressed that you wanted to learn more. “You sure you don’t want to be on the team? We could use all the help we can get.”

“Nope. I’m fine being your cheerleader and nurse.”

Steve smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes and you notice immediately.

“I’ll see you later.” Brunnhilde excuses herself and leaves the three of you alone.

“I’m assuming things didn’t go well with Thor?”

Steve sighs as he takes the seat next to you while Nat makes herself comfortable in an armchair.

“I wasn’t expecting him to be the jovial person he was when we first met but seeing him like this was heartbreaking.” Steve says.

“Initially he didn’t even want to see us. It took us a few minutes to get him to open the door. When we finally got inside he didn’t want to listen to what we had to say.” Nat adds.

You placed a hand on Steve’s back and moved it up and down in a soothing manner.

“I’m sorry guys. But we’re here a few more days right? You can try again. All you can do is let him know that he isn’t alone, even though he feels that way.”

“Yeah, I know. It just feels a bit hopeless.” Steve murmurs.

“You’ll figure it out and I’m right here to support you in whatever way you need.” You turn to look at Nat. “Both of you.”

Nat gave you a tight lipped smile. She’s been under a lot of pressure lately. Most of it she put on herself. It was wearing her down, you could see it.

“I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be right back.”

****

Just as you’re done getting dressed Nat knocks on your door. You open it and see her dressed in her uniform.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, Rhodey needs some backup.”

“Is Steve going too?” you ask, suddenly anxious about being left alone in another country.

“No, but he’s going to walk me to the jet. He’ll be right back.”

You nod and give Nat a hug.

“Be safe and come back.”

“I will. Have fun will you?” She steps back and smiles. “See you in a day or so.”

After spending a great afternoon together, you and Steve settled down for the night. He was sitting in bed sketching while you stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You took in a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. This was supposed to be what you hoped was the next step in your relationship. You apply some lip gloss and make sure you look your best before walking back toward the bedroom you were sharing and stand at the doorway.

“Hey sweetheart, are you ready for bed or were you going to read some more?” Steve asks without looking up from his sketch.

“Nope.”

At your reply Steve looks up and drops his pencil and his jaw. You were wearing a light blue silk slip with lace trim that barely made it to the top of your thigh. Steve’s eyes moved all over your frame and he shifted to try and adjust the quickly growing tent in his pants. It would be a lie if Steve said he hadn’t thought about the physical aspect of your relationship. He would never push you to do something you didn’t want to do but he also craved to be close to you in this way. So his eyes were glued to the sway of your hips. His mouth parted slightly in awe that you were standing in front of him looking so beautiful.

Steve swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his legs spread enough so that you could stand in between them. He moved the sketchbook to the nightstand as you placed your hands on his shoulders but he couldn’t stop thinking about touching you, how you clouded his senses in such a mesmerizing way by just being close to him. Slowly Steve brought his hands up to rest on your hips. The scent of your perfume was as delicate and intoxicating as you were and Steve couldn’t help but take in a deep breath in hopes that he could remember it forever.

“You look beautiful.” He finally manages to say as he looks up at you. A bashful smile and a pink tint make their way up to Steve’s face as he compliments you.

You stared at each other for a moment, neither of you moved a muscle. It was obvious what was about to happen. Your heart was thrashing against your ribs as nerves got the better of you.

“Hey,” Steve squeezed your hips. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

You gave him a questioning look and he smiled.

“I can hear your heart beating like crazy. You’re in control ok? We stop when you say stop.”

You smiled and nodded then cupped his face. Steve closed the small distance between you both and kissed you. There had been a few make out sessions in the past but compared to this kiss those were tame. In a bold move you would have never done before you straddled Steve’s lap. You were chest to chest as Steve finally moved his hands respectfully to your low back but then he grabbed your ass. He kneaded your flesh before pulling you closer causing you to moan into the kiss.

“So beautiful.” Steve murmured between kisses down your neck and toward your chest.

His hands move along your thighs until he reaches your slip and starts taking it off. Your breath hitches at such a moment of vulnerability. Steve had never seen you naked so he’s never seen the scars and it scares you that he will be disgusted by them. When he feels you tense against him, Steve stops.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You run your hands back and forth on his forearms.

“Could we maybe turn off the lights?”

Steve tilts his head slightly to the side as he studies your face. “If that’s what you want. But why?”

“I have scars.”

“You think I won’t want you because of that?” He asks and you nod before turning your head to hide your embarrassment. “Sweetheart, I could never do something like that to you. You know that right?”

“Yes.”

“Then let me show you how you make me feel. How much I love you.”

You finally look back at him and see the sincerity in his eyes. “Ok.” You say softly and are rewarded with a beautiful smile.

Steve grabs the hem of your slip and slowly drags it up your body and over your head, leaving you in only a pair of lacy underwear.

“Just as I thought.” Steve murmurs. “Perfect.”

He kisses your lips before moving back down to your chest where the first scar is. The one that represents how you almost died. Steve places a kiss there before he gives your breasts attention. A hand kneading one and his mouth on the other, tongue swirling and flicking your nipple. You moan and arch, pushing your chest closer to him. It startles you when Steve stands while still holding on to you and gently places you on the bed. His eyes are filled with lust and love. With every move he makes Steve checks in with you to make sure you’re comfortable and it warms your heart.

Steve starts by kissing in the valley between your breasts. Every scar he finds he kisses, and there are many. His hands are gentle as they caress every inch of your body they can reach. Steve’s hands sit at your hips, playing with the edge of your panties. There’s a bit of embarrassment that you were already so wet and that Steve could see the mark of your arousal in the form of a wet patch on your underwear.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks.

“Yes, please Steve, I want to be with you. I trust you.”

Steve smiled at your words and he slowly pulled down your panties. Now you were laying there completely bare for him. It made you want to hide but you also wanted this, more than that you needed him. And with the look he was giving you, you knew he felt the same. Steve doesn’t waste any time and settles between your thighs. His lips start a trail on your inner thigh before moving to the other. Steve places a kiss on your mound and you whine before propping yourself on your elbows and looking down at him and finding a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Stop being a tea-ah.” Your head falls backwards as Steve licks a long stripe from your dripping hole up to your clit. He groans as he finally gets a taste of you.

Steve takes his time with you. He swirls his tongue around your clit and gives you just enough attention to push you to the edge but not over, not yet. Then Steve begins to tease your entrance with a finger before pushing in. You moan and buck your hips against him looking for more of him. Steve adds another finger and continues at a steady pace. Your hands fist the bedsheet the closer you get to your first orgasm.

“So close. Please…” You whimper and roll your hips.

“Let go for me, sweetheart.” Steve says as he curves his fingers and adds pressure to your g-spot, his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You gasp and tense as Steve pushes you over the edge. Steve helps you through your high. When you open your eyes you’re met with his smiling face.

“Hi.” You whisper and he chuckles.

“Hi. How are you feeling?”

“So good.”

“Yeah?” Steve’s eyes are bright and so is his smile.

“Yeah.”

You caress his cheek and pull him down to kiss him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands move over Steve’s chest and wrap around his midsection. Muscles tense and relax under your touch as he moves to hover over you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t have any protection.”

“It’s ok. I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” You murmur between kissing his jawline.

“You’re sure you want this?”

You smile. “I am.”

Steve pulls away from you to undress. He first takes off his shirt and you bite your bottom lip as he continues to undress. Steve smirks when he sees you press your thighs together as he slides his sweats off staying in only a pair of boxer briefs. You sit up and reach out to touch him. Your hands lands on his abs, just above the elastic of his underwear. He takes your hand and plants a kiss on your knuckles.

“Steve I want to-“

“Maybe next time. Right now it’s about you.”

You shake your head. “It’s about both of us.”

“Sweetheart, trust me when I tell you that just being here,” Steve pushes you to lay back down. You spread your legs and let him settle in between them. “with you like this, is more than enough for me.” He kisses your neck again and moves up to your jaw. “I want to make love to you, show you how much you mean to me.” He murmurs as he pushes his boxers down.

You look in between your bodies and your jaw falls slack. Steve is big, and although you had assumed he would be, now you weren’t sure he would fit.

“We’ll go slow ok?” Steve says as if reading your mind.

You look back up at him and nod before your lips are on his again. Steve takes himself in his hand and moves up and down your slit. The head of his cock putting pressure on your sensitive clit. Steve groans as he collects your slick and then spreads it along his hardened length. You tense as Steve lines himself up with your entrance and looks at you one more time. He can see the momentary panic in your eyes and stops.

“Sweetheart.”

“Hhmm.” You look up at him with wide panicked filled eyes.

“It’s just you and me, nothing else matters. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said but Steve could tell that you were still tense.

He pulls back and pulls you up with him. Steve moves to sit against the headboard and has you straddling his lap. He gives you quick kisses before looking at you.

“You’re in control. We do what you feel comfortable doing. Take what you want, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

That made you want to melt into a puddle. You moved closer to him, eyes trained on his lust blown ones. This was so much better and although Steve could overpower you, you knew he would never do that. With a new wave of determination you slip your hand between your bodies and take his hard, throbbing cock in your hand. You slowly move your hand up and down collecting the precum already at the tip and spreading it. Steve groans at your touch and wills himself not to thrust into your fist.

“Now who’s the tease?” He murmurs.

You smirk and line yourself up. Slowly you start to lower yourself on his length. A small gasp falls from your lips as your hands land on Steve’s chest. His hands are on your hips as he helps you slowly move up and down until you're fully wrapped around him.

“So full.” You mutter through shallow breaths. “Feels so good.”

Steve smiles before kissing you. He’s gentle and loving and the delicious stretch as he You focus on Steve and his expression of pure bliss as you flutter around him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” Steve kisses you.

You slowly roll your hips slowly and gasp. With every gentle kiss, every praise that falls from his lips, Steve washes away any negative thought and insecurity you had. You relax more and soon you begin to really enjoy this moment. Steve’s mouth is on your breast and his attention to your pebbled peak combined with a roll of his hips has you digging your nails into his chest.

“So fucking tight.” Steve says with a grunt. “You feel so good.”

You can only moan in response as you continue to bounce on his cock. There was nothing but the sound of skin against skin, wet sloppy kisses, whimpers and groans of pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to reach your second orgasm. Steve did that, he gave you everything you didn’t know you needed in such an intimate and vulnerable moment. He lets you find your rhythm in your pleasure without forcing you. His words were somehow filthy when he praised you for being his good girl but also tender. He pushed his own needs and wants to the side to make sure you were happily satiated first. With his hands on your hips he helps in your movements.

“You’re so close, sweetheart. I can feel it, they way you’re gripping me.” He murmurs in your ear and that sends a shiver down your spine. His voice is so low when he tells you that you can let go.

You can’t help but to do as he says while Steve slows down to help you through your high. When the haziness finally begins to fade and you blink away the stars behind your eyelids, you focus on Steve and cup his face.

“Your turn.” You murmur. “Fill me up, Stevie. I need it.”

Steve flips you in your back and sits back on his haunches, his eyes are lust filled. With his hands on your hips Steve pulls you closer to him, leaving only your back and shoulders on the bed. Steve picks up his pace and as he pistons into you he starts to rub tight circles around your swollen clit. Your hands grip the sheets as Steve finally cums with a grunt of your name. You follow close behind him.

“Fuck.” Steve lowers himself hovering you again and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You move your hand up and down Steve’s back in a soothing manner.

After a minute or so Steve pulls out and then turns to lay on his back bringing you to lay on top of him. You can’t help but sniffle and cuddle closer to him, hiding your face against Steve’s chest.

“Sweetheart? Are you ok?” Steve asks, concerned. He could feel the tear drop on his skin. “Oh no, did I hurt you? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.”

Steve turns again so that you’re laying on your back again and he can check for any injuries.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cry and ruin all of this.”

“You aren’t ruining anything, sweetheart but talk to me.”

“These are happy tears, I promise.” You look up at Steve through tear soaked lashes. “You make me happy. I was just overwhelmed for a moment.”

Steve breathes a sigh of relief and rests his forehead against yours.

“You make me happy too.”

The next morning had been a blissful one, waking up in Steve’s arms. He had been gentle then too. You had no fear in being with him again. It was your choice, every move you made and every touch was because you wanted to. There had been a part of you that had feared you’d never be able to be intimate with someone again but you were more than happy that it was with Steve. As much as you would have loved to stay in bed for longer, you had to take Marvin out for his morning walk even though Steve grumbled. He promised breakfast would be on the table by the time you got back.

You head back to the beach area where you’d let Marvin run free the day before with the intention of doing it again. The Asgardians are already up and working to expand their village. Some smile and greet you as you pass by. Once you’re at your destination you take off Marvin’s vest and throw the ball you’d brought with you. After taking a few steps forward movement to your left gets your attention and you flinch.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

This was Thor. His beard had grown out, his hair was disheveled and he was starting to grow a beer belly but he was still recognizable. From all the stories Steve had told you though, he barely seemed like the god of thunder everyone seemed to admire. He was more like a shell of his former self. But you’d been there, in that darkness that pulled you apart and made you feel less than so you understood that he was struggling. It was why Steve and Nat wanted to come in the first place, to remind him that he wasn’t alone.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see you there.” You smile at him. Just then Marvin stops at your feet with the ball in his mouth. You take it and throw it again. “I’m Y/N.”

“Lady Y/N, you are who Rogers is courting then?”

“Yes.” You smile just at the mention of Steve.

“Well, it is a pleasure to meet you. I’m glad he was able to find someone to settle down with.” Thor gives you a sad barely there smile before his eyes move from yours to the ocean. “I should go.” Thor murmurs as he turns back towards the village.

“Join us for breakfast.” You say to him before he can retreat into his home. “Please.”

“I couldn’t impose.”

“You’re not. I’m inviting you. You don’t even have to talk about anything you don’t want to. Just breakfast with an old friend, and a new one.”

Thor turned around to look at you. He was assessing the sincerity in your words before he gave a small nod. You smile and call Marvin. Much to his dismay you put the best back on and promise to come back to the beach later. You lead the way, walking silently side by side with Thor until you reach the cottage you’d been staying in.

“Just in time sweetheart, breakfast is almost ready.” Steve called out from the kitchen.

“We have a guest, hun.”

“Oh?” Steve pokes his head out from the kitchen and he smiles when he sees Thor. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ll be right out.”

“Sit, please.” You tell Thor.

He takes a seat at the table, his eyes glued to it. You sit across from him just as Steve sets a mug of coffee down in front of you and another in front of Thor. Steve sends a wink your way and heads back to the kitchen coming in with three plates.

Breakfast is rather quiet and awkward. Steve had tried to start a conversation with Thor but the latter would just give one word replies.

“So Thor,” you say, trying to get anything out of him. “What’s Steve like out on missions?”

That seemed to be the right question to ask as Thor finally looked up at you and began to talk about working with Steve and the other Avengers.

****

It had been about half an hour later and Thor was chuckling with Steve. It was nice to see both of them look more lively.

“And then as these men lined up I raised my hammer and hit Roger’s shield with it, sending a bolt of lighting right at them. We took about 8 men down in one blow.” Thor smiles. “Good times.” He says before his smile fades and that sadness you’d seen comes back.

“They really were.”

“If we could only go back.” Thor murmured, his gaze distant.

You look at Steve and tilt your head toward the small hallway, letting him know you’d be giving them privacy. Marvin gets up and follows you and you can only hope that Steve can somehow make Thor believe that what happened wasn’t his fault.

Steve ran his hand up and down your arm as he called your name softly. Apparently between giving him and Thor privacy and reading the book you’d brought with you on the trip you’d fallen asleep. So when you blinked owlishly at him, Steve chuckled.

“Hey there sleepy head.” He says softly.

Some of his blond hair falling forward, blue eyes sparking just for you. It made you sigh happily as his eyebrow raised in amusement.

“You’re so pretty.”

Steve laughs but you can see him blush. You smile before sitting up and stretching your arms up above your head.

“How is your talk with Thor going?”

“It went ok. He left already.” Steve sighs as he lays down, placing his head on your lap.

You start playing with his hair as he tells you about the conversation. It was obvious from what Steve told you that Thor blamed himself for everything. Just how Steve and Nat needed to hear that what Thanos did wasn’t their fault, Thor needed to hear it too.

“But I don’t know, he seemed so defeated and I’ve never seen him like that before.”

“He has lost everything, including his immediate family. It couldn’t have been easy for him. Then he comes to earth and loses another battle. As long as you continue to be there for him, maybe come back and visit him, that’s all you can do.” You tell him.

“That’s why you’re the brains in this relationship.”

“And the brawns.” You add while lifting your arms and flexing your muscles. Steve laughs and you join in.

“Definitely, but does that make me?” He asks, amused.

“Eye candy of course.”

“So you’re only with me for my looks?” Steve clutches his chest. “You wound me.”

“Of course I am. Have you seen your ass?”

At that Steve turns crimson and he has to look away although he still smiles. After an easy silence settles between you two, you speak up.

“I’m glad I met you when I did because I was in the same place Thor is now. I don’t think you even realize how much you helped me out of it. That’s why I know you’ll be able to help him too. And sometimes all you can do is be there for him. So don’t feel like you failed Thor if he isn’t his thundery old self.”

Steve sighs as he thinks about what you’ve said. He watches as you move around until you practically lay on top of him completely. You wiggle your arms between him and the mattress and give him the best hug you can.

Steve wasn’t one for naps. But at the moment with how emotionally draining his conversation with Thor had been and the comfort of your weight and affection pinning him in place he couldn’t help but doze off.

Too soon for your liking Nat had returned to pick you up. She was a bit bruised but nothing she couldn’t handle. So Steve grabbed your bags and together you met her at the jet. Surprisingly Brunnhilde was also there having a conversation with Nat.

“Thank you for receiving us.” Steve says as he shakes her hand. “I hope I can come back soon.”

“You’re always welcome here. I think it was good for Thor to see you.”

Steve gives a small nod and her attention moves from him to you. You smile brightly at her.

“I hope to see you again as well.”

“Definitely, maybe we can even spar again.”

“Absolutely.” Brunnhilde nods before she pulls something out of her pocket. “For you.” She holds out a pouch in her hand.

“What is it?”

“A blade of course.” She opens the pouch to reveal a small dagger in its leather holster. She grabs the hilt which was made of gold and pulls it out to show you a slightly iridescent blade.

“A dagger?” You say as you take it and look at it closely. The blade had writing carved into it and the hilt was extremely comfortable. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“It is a weapon used by the Valkyrie. It’s made of the highest quality of Asgardian metal.”

“I can’t keep this, it’s yours.”

You look at her and hold the blade out for Brunnhilde to take back. She holds up her hand and waves you off.

“It should continue to do its job.”

“Thank you, again, for everything. I’ll keep in touch ok?”

Brunnhilde smiles and brings you in for a hug. Surprisingly Thor shows up just before you, Nat and Steve get on the jet. They share a private moment as former teammates, a friends, before Thor turns his attention to you. He gives a soft, sad smile and thanks you for your visit. You inform him that there’s a place for him to stay if he wishes to visit New York. Then much to Steve’s faux annoyance Thor takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles.

“Safe travels, M’lady.”

“Thank you Thor, I hope to see you soon.”

With a final wave goodbye you move to get on the jet with Marvin. Steve sits next to you and you both settle for the flight back home. All in all you would say it was a rather successful trip.

Ch. 10

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