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[existingingrey]

백설공주 Multiverse is hilarious

[03den]

bits of you scattered around hamzah’s house headcanons ( gn reader )

a.n: this is still in that whole friends to fwb to lovers universe. you can read more about it here and here

for hamzah his house is his safe place, and the mess is more comforting than he’d like to admit. having your things scattered around, even though you don’t live there (yet), is just so domestic, so intimate, he wants parts of you in every room.

( at the beginning of your arrangement he clearly wants to start impressing you more and lowkey makes an effort to keep his house minimally clean—even tho you’ve already been a witness of the usual mess during your time as friends. eventually, as you keep coming over, he js ends up giving up lol )

just as you enter his home you find yourself at his kitchen, his small and bland kitchen with barely anything but a coffee machine and a microwave at the counters, some plants and a fridge. inside the cabinets where he keeps his glasses and cups, there’s your mug. and by yours i mean its one he specifically bought for you, with a corny design he knows will make you laugh and inevitably choose it for your morning coffee, after you spend the night over. he never tells you he bought them for you, that he knew you’d laugh and claim them to your use, but the more nights you come over, the more your mug collection at his house grows.

there’s also his fridge, full of photographs of his friends and random magnets he bought for fun. you appear in some of the photos with claire and chase, some others with mandy and martin, or all of you together, but hamzah also wanted some where’d it be just you and him—that, lowkey sent him into a crisis. he had this photo of you in your pajamas, slouched on his couch with blue and red near you. you were smiling lazily at the camera, and you looked so settled, so at home, hamzah couldn’t properly look at the photo without his heart going crazy for a few days. then, he was determined on showing off the photo to anyone who’d come in, but. would it be too much? would it be too real? he tests the waters by adding an ai image of the two of you first, a silly scenario of you as astronauts at the moon. when you notice and laugh hard at how stupid the image is instead of confronting him about having photos of the two of you around, he adds the one he originally meant to. now, every morning you’re at his kitchen he’s smiling from ear to ear, and you can’t figure out why.

he doesn’t cook much, not for himself, not for his friends. and at the beginning, he doesn’t cook for you either. it is by far his best skill, but he knows the basics, and how to follow the recipes. however, at some point, he gets nervous that eating the same three things every time you’re over will make the food distasteful, and he opts for cooking for you instead. you’re pleasantly surprise the first time, having expected the same tasty cup noodles, and hamzah is content. now, the groceries in his cabinets were all bought with you in mind, based on a grocery list you wrote together. your favorite snacks are tucked away on a corner of his counter, just so when you leave his bed to go get them, you don’t take much time; and the brand of soda he now buys are your favorite, stored inside the fridge near your preferred condiments.

moving onto the next room, you find yourself at the living room, spacious but messy compared to his kitchen. there’s random things laying around random places, and how he manages to function through the chaos is beyond you—though you do like how lived in it looks. with time, you also get used to it, to a point your own things start mixing with his. the latest magazine you’re reading finds itself at his coffee table, sitting above a stack of papers that are most likely important and both your mugs from this morning’s breakfast are nearby, forgotten there for a later task. during the Hot ones video he makes a point to state the magazine is yours—not that he’d have an issue reading it, he’s just secretly proud you’re comfortable enough to treat his house like your own.

at the couch, over the arm, is draped a weighted blanket he knows to be your favorite. when you had admitted mid-conversation to liking these blankets more, he made sure to have one around. its weight disassociated your conjoined bodies from the rest of the world as you cuddled together, and hamzah thinks he might prefer this ones more too.

over at the side board, where he keeps framed pictures of his friends, he has, specially framed, a couple’s trend you had both indulged in during a lazy afternoon—painting each other on canvases—except he didn’t have canvases laying around so you just did it on regular paper. you didn’t think they were anything special to get framed. the paper was all mushy from the paint, you weren’t a renaissance artist and so wasn’t he. you bet your younger cousin could do something similar to what you had done, but the way he had gone out of his way later that day to buy a colorful frame despite having some normal ones laying around made your heart swell.

at the bookshelf nearby where he has some books, pokemon figures and some other random gifs, he keeps on display little trinkets you’ve got him, little cheap things that caught your eye during an outing and just reminded you of him. hamzah felt so besotted when you told him and can’t help the cheeky smile the sight of the trinkets instantly bring him. you had also gotten a few toys for blue and red, and, although he doesn’t keep them at the bookshelf, he sends you a video of the cats playing with them every time he can.

his office is surprisingly more organized than the rest of the rooms in the house and so, respecting how he keeps his work place, you try to maintain it organized too. you’re only over there to keep hamzah some company, while he’s editing or filming a video. you stay at the bed nearby, normally paying more attention to your phone than anything else, and you can count the handful of times you had to come back to hamzah’s house to pick something you’ve left on that bed, be it a hoodie, your charger or your earbuds.

even his bathroom has evidence of your constant presence. like the purple toothbrush he bought for you, sitting besides his in a glass, after you teased him abt how you couldn’t be walking around with your toiletries every day just in case he asked you to come over. you hadn’t expect him to take you seriously, but the new and nonnomadic toothbrush was indeed useful.

you were incredibly comfortable with one another, you realize, and so did your common friends who started joining in on the ‘you have to move in with him atp’ jokes you had with hamzah. that kinda caught you off guard the first time it happened, like you had forgotten they also acknowledged the bits of you around his house. you wondered if hamzah would warn them not to use your towel, folded and tucked besides his; or your shampoo, resting inside his shower. it was the one he worshiped the brand because ‘it made your hair smell so good’. you wondered how much did your friends notice.

you just hoped they didn’t frequent his bedroom often—not that you’d truly have a problem w it, it was just lowkey embarrassing, given it was the room you left the messier, and the one hamzah felt like you were truly everywhere. a pile of your clothes was mixed with his on his bed, and you still had some other pieces hanged inside his closet. one of the pillows was very obviously not his, as it had a pretty identifiable pillowcase, that just screamed you, and the photo strip of both of you, sitting at his bedside table, also didn’t help your case.

but you weren’t going to complain if they did notice everything as much as you did. in a way it felt good that other knew that, even tho hamzah likes his house, he likes it more with you around.

i thought abt dividing this post into two bc its so long, but then i remembered those annoying storytelling tiktoks that always have like 28 parts and made myself sit and finish writing this 😭

[t-a-a-1]

tbh this my first time to ask writer about it but I will do it It's stuck in my head and Idk which writer I should ask so u r lucky...js imagine the reader sitting in her place peacefully and the others with their things and BOOM! op the last knight enter from the ground bridge but nobody knows that the reader his wife in his universe. This is a clear reason why he protects her and looks at her from time to time and he asks about her .sitting next to her ask her about her fav things and tell them the reason in the end!!!! I'm sure he looks like a real gentleman and I'm not sorry for mega if op saw the reader in megs hand HAHA! and fear in his opticss you shouldnt do that in the beginning mega optimus' relationship is strong and full of details about her btw((english not my first language))

Waiting For Rain 

Summary: Optimus from TLK comes to the TFP universe by accident and tries to get Prime Optimus to confess his feelings for you. 

Chapters: 1 out of 2

TW: Idk Optimus down bad, obsessed with you, jealousy, all that good stuff. Angst, Fluff, will have a happy ending. 

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Ch.1

Becoming friends with the Autobots came with many surprises. You were used to unexpected events. 

But having an Optimus from another dimension suddenly come out of the ground-bridge was not in your to-do-list today.

 He was different. 

He still had that presence of elegance and strength. But unlike your Optimus that radiated kindness, this Optimus appeared to be … more hostile. 

The first thing you noticed was his body frame. The metal parts of his body shaped in a way you hadn't seen before. He looked almost medieval and the sword he carried only enhanced his knightly look. 

Everyone looked at him. Intakes wide open and the silence filled the room. But that silence was broken when Ratchen dropped  his data-pad.

“It seems the ground bridge explosion sent me … here.”

His voice sounded older, wiser, more … tired. 

“Optimus, what– who are you?”

Bulkhead was the only one brave enough to get closer to him, expecting him. 

“Did you call me, Bulkhead?”

Your Optimus finally comes into the hangar. Everyone looks at him then back to the other Optimus. Their optics meet and you are unsure of what to do.  

Although you were on the elevated floor of the hangar, the sofa covered most of your body. Wanting to see how things would unfold, you stand up.

The elevated-floor was closer to the Knight Prime than to yours. He noticed your presence and only then did the Optimus’ break their stares. 

The new Optimus looks at you and his optics softened. He walked towards you as if he didn’t care about the other bots around him. You didn’t move as he raised a servo, wanting to touch you. 

But that never happened as your Optimus pushed him away. Abruptly and aggressively.  He looked fierceless and ready to attack the impostor even when he was meters taller than him. 

“Who are you? State your designation and intentions,” your Optimus stands in front of you as he looks down at the other version of himself. The others just watched everything unfold in front of them. 

“My name is Optimus Prime and I … come from another dimension.”

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Things were cleared out. The new Optimus explained that he was caught in the middle of a ground-bridge explosion and probably sent here by accident. Ratchet agreed to help him get back to his dimension. Meanwhile, he will stay here with the rest of the Autobots. 

Having to call two Optimus, Optimus, would be confusing. So you decided to call your Optimus, Prime (as you always have) and the new Optimus, Knight Optimus. 

“I am content to know that your existence is still a vital part of my life, of course, I wouldn’t expect to be otherwise.”

Knight Optimus, was as expected, also eloquent with words. But his words left different. More … intense.

“Really? Then I can imagine the other me must be a very interesting person,” you say as you walk with him through the corridors. Out of everyone, it seems he enjoys your company the most. Especially when he was so open to letting you sit on his shoulder. As if it was an everyday thing. You assumed that these kinds of activities were common between him and you from his dimension. 

“She is but I am afraid she might be worried right now.”

“Well, whenever Prime is out for a mission and I get worried, he always comes back,” you say. “So I am sure that me from another dimension knows that you’ll go back  to her soon.” 

“Yes … I think that’s something you would think.”

“I hope I am not interrupting,” “It is late, Bumblebee will escort (Y/N) to her home. Meanwhile, I’ll show you your hab suit.”

“I see,”

Optimus puts you on the floor. 

Prime could only think about how he was stuck with himself. He already disliked him, he had to watch over him when the only thing he wanted was to be the one to take you home instead of Bumblebee. It was his job, his duty and this version of himself was unabling to do. The few quality times he had with you, he had to spend it with him. 

“Good night, Knight Optimus.”

Knight Optimus bends on one knee and gently touches your hair. 

“Good Knight, (y/n) I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up. He is a handsome mech, that much you can tell. His frame, the way he stands, his presence. You didn’t want to say much so as to not make yourself look like a high school girl. Dumb and stupid. 

Prime looks at your acts and immediately feels something stuck in his spark. As if he wanted to throw up all the energon in his body. 

“Good night, Prime” 

You speak to him and suddenly, he has no words. His processor begged him to say something. To tell you how much he will miss you during the night, about how he will look at the moon and think of you. Just you. 

Prime simply nods. 

That's the only thing he could muster to do. Pathetic. 

They see you walk away. Their optics glued to you but Prime had more yearning in his eyes compared to his equal. 

And he noticed this.

“May I inquire, why is it that (Reader)  sleeps in a different area than you?”

“She has a home to go to.”

Prime starts to walk, hoping that Knight Optimus would follow him. He does but his steps are cautious just as curious. 

“... Away from you?” Knight Optimus asks.  “I did not detect any sparkling-waves inside of her, do you not bed her enough?”

Prime suddenly stops walking, he turns to look at Knight Optimus. 

“... I beg your pardon?”

“Well, it is strange to not spark your Conjux. My (Reader) and I have four sparklings and expect another soon.”

He could hear his venting fans accelerate, his processor not being able to understand the information. Whether because he was too excited to know that there is a version of him that you loved or because he couldn’t believe that the two of you were compatible enough to create life. 

“...Excuse me?” Prime asks, the only thing he could muster to say.

“Do not tell me … You haven’t spark-bonded yet?”

Suddenly, he goes quiet. Knight Optimus studies his face and the confused look on his face lets him know everything he needs. After all, he used to have the same look once before. 

“... She doesn’t know of your undying feelings for her, does she?”

“My relationship with (Reader) is strictly platonic,” Prime lies, hoping that he is not too bad at doing so. “Nothing of the likes of yours.”

“Deception? I thought we were unfamiliar to the concept but it seems I was wrong,” 

“It’s not a lie.”

“It is,” Knight Optimus looks at his servo, missing the feeling of his (Reader) on it. “Because I know there’s no version of me that does not love her.”

He closes his servo, wishing he could be back with her now. Ever since gifting him with sparklings, this is probably the longest the two of you have been apart. 

“I am sure you can’t even look at the Moon without thinking of her.”

“You must be mad.”

“Are you not?”

There is no way of denying it. Honestly, it doesn’t surprise him that another version of him loves you. He was right, he knew it. That there couldn’t exist a version of him that didn’t love you. His soul was bound to you in this universe and each one of them. For now, he was content to know that another version of you loved him. 

But also, kinda jealous. 

Because Knight Optimus was allowed to love you. To show you his affection.

He wasn’t as lucky. 

“If you are a fraction of what I am, you must be, to an extent, mad,” Knight Optimus was trying to come up with comforting words but failing to do so.  “But I was able to express my feelings and it made all the difference.”

But if comfort doesn’t work, maybe something else would.

“In my case, it drove me insane the thought of not being with her,” he says. “Can you imagine her taking refuge in another man's arms? Carrying someone else’s sparkling?”

He didn’t want to think about it. Because he knew he would go mad the moment he does. 

“If that’s what she wishes, so be it,” Prime, once again feels that pain in his spark. On his entire frame.  “It doesn’t concern me.”

The only thing that Knight Prime could think of, was that this version of himself had yet too much to understand. 

“...Very well then, if that’s what you say. I won’t mention another word.”

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Ratchet and Raphael were busy trying to decipher the mathematics for dimensional travel.

Which Prime couldn’t be more anxious for them to finish. 

To say that Knight Optimus had completely taken your attention is an understatement. He was completely all over you and you didn’t seem to mind one bit. 

He asked too many questions. Out of curiosity mostly. Where did you work, your favorite food, color, place, hobby. And you were happy to answer all of his questions. 

“Would you Conjux a Cybertronian?”

This is something he was interested in. Prime immediately concentrated his audial towards the conversation. 

“I don’t even think Cybertronians find humans to be attractive?” you say. “Besides, I don’t think I am good enough to be any Cybertronian’s partner. You guys are just so cool!”

Although you had meant this in a flattering way, Knight Optimus took this personally. He kneeled down and wished he could mass-shift but that act was too intimate and he would only do that if were to be alone with you. 

“It is I, who’s not deserving–”

“Oi! What’s up with that hot Prime?”

Alex shows up at the hangar as he usually does. His eyes solely focused on Knight Prime. He whistles at him, at his mechanical beauty. He looks at him the same way when he looks at a pretty car. 

Knight Optimus wasn’t a big fan of this first interaction and decided to walk away to talk to Prime. 

You took this as your cue to talk to Alex and explain to him the situation. 

Prime continues to work on his computer but using his peripheral vision, he noticed Knight Optimus. He didn’t want to interact with him but he thought that it was better than to watch him talk to you. 

Meanwhile, Knight Optimus saw in Prime, a younger, less experienced version of himself. Still with hope and dreams. Craving, wanting. Wishing that things can finish the way he wanted them to if only he is good enough. 

He had once been like that too. But after many losses, he understood that if you want something, you have to take it. Claim it. 

But then he heard you laugh and all of his attention was driven towards you. This Alex seems to be fond of you and you are so. He gets close to you, more than he would like. 

“I am aware that I mentioned that I won’t speak of the matter again,” Knight Optimus says to Prime.  “But I cannot believe you won’t do anything about this.”

Knight Optimus looks back at you and Alex and Prime follows his vision. He watches the interaction for a few seconds, only for Prime to go back to work on his computer. 

“That male human will take her from you the moment you look away,” he tries for his voice to not be too loud but Prime’s lack of interest was bothering him greatly.  “Does your spark not burn with envy?”

“I do not have such a feeling,” he simply says. He can’t tell the truth. That his sparks begs to come out of his chamber whenever he approaches you and shows some romantic interest. 

Knight Optimus sees Alex get closer to you, he could sense that he wanted to invade your personal space. Tempted to touch you. 

“I would have broken his arm off if he dared to touch my (Reader) without her permission,”  Knight Prime would have already taken you away from the male if only he wasn’t too busy trying to make Prime act on his true feelings.  “Even now, I am tempted to do so.”

“I do not harm humans.” 

“I am sure you have thought about it,” although Prime was pretending to be busy by typing on his massive computer, he was hearing everything Knight Prime had to say.  “Just look at him. Making her laugh … Who does he think he is?”

He doesn’t want to look. Because he will start to analyze every single aspect of your interaction with Agent Alex. The way you put a string of hair behind your ear, smiling and avoiding eye contact. Your blinking patterns, your breathing, your pulse–

“Have you always been this possesive?” Prime asks, feeling like a hypocrite. 

“Only when I feel a threat,” Knight Optimus says. “And he is one.”

Knight Optimus didn’t hesitate to look. And although he paid attention to you, he also paid attention to male next to you. And how he reaches out to you and caresses your hair. 

“Definitely one.” 

He was about to walk towards the two of you but he felt another servo on his shoulder, stopping him. 

“Do not do something foolish.”

“Pardon, but I cannot and will not stand another version of my wife be … flattered by anyone,” Knight Prime pushes Prime’s servo away, looking at him with disgust.  “If you won’t give her the rightful place she deserves in your spark then I’ll do it myself.”

But before Knight Optimus could do something about the situation, Optimus’ computer starts to beep. Loudly. 

It was no other than Megatron. 

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A/N:  Hello anon! Thank you for the beautiful ask, it was so fun to write! I will complete your full request in another chapter. I hope this is somewhat, what you wanted. Can’t wait for knight optimus to go full berserk when you captured by Megatron hehe 

The writing on this wasn’t my favorite but it’s fun to write regardless. Also yes, this Knight Optimus is the same from my other fic “Rain Drops” so he got this happy ending :))

For the rest of my readers … sorry I was so absent, I had to write a movie script for a film festival so that took all of my attention. Now, I’ll concentrate on writing the next chapter of counting stars and/ or The Darkest Hour. 

Thank you for reading! See you soon <3

[mononijikayu]

you were all my sustenance; it mattered more — gojo satoru.

YUAN ZHEN TO BO JUYI Other people too have friends that they love; But ours was a love such as few friends have known. You were all my sustenance; it mattered more To see you daily than to get my morning food. And if there was a single day when we did not meet I would sit listless, my mind in a tangle of gloom. To think we are now thousands of miles apart, Lost like clouds, each drifting on his far way! Those clouds on high, where many winds blow, What is their chance of ever meeting again? And if in open heaven the beings of the air Are driven and thwarted, what of Man below?

GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence;

WARNING/S: r-18, nsfw!, amab! reader, use of he/him pronouns, male! reader, angst, romance, hurt/comfort, forbidden love, childhood friends, young love, friends to lovers, lgbtiqia+ romance, slice of life, family life, found family, raising family, family drama, traditional clans, mutual pining, loyalty, slow burn, intense emotional feelings, canon-typical violence, smut, kissing, explicit sexual content, orgasm, worship kink, semi-public sex, size difference, creampie, marking, aftercare, homophobia, internalized homophobia, trauma, emotional abuse, psychological torture, coercion, emotional manipulation, forced marriage, familial abuse, torture (emotional/mental/physical), depression, claustrophobia, suicidal ideation, guilt, imprisonment, somewhat of a happy ending;

WORD COUNT: 10k words

NOTE: this is the hardest part of the series. its bittersweet. i thought i wasn't going to go do this, but it ended up being something that ended up being a thing that felt natural when it was being written. this is a tearjerker. buckle up!!! anyway, i love you all so much!!! see you in the next one!!!

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LIFE COULDN’T BE ANY BETTER. In the past four and a half years that had come and gone, it had truly felt like you and Gojo Satoru were living the life of a married couple, after suddenly disappearing in the middle of the night after that confession. 

This was the life you had once only dared to dream about in hushed voices behind closed doors. You had escaped that gilded cage the clan elders tried to trap you in, not with anger, but with stubborn hope, with the steady building of something better.

It wasn’t grand gestures that made it feel real to you, of course. It was the small things: the way Gojo Satoru would leave the porch light on if you were running late.

It's the way Fushiguro Megumi would grumble about his math homework at the dinner table, the way Fushiguro Tsumiki would throw her arms around you after a long day like you were her whole world.

"This is everything I thought heaven would look like. If it exists." Satoru said one evening, leaning against the doorframe with a mug of coffee in his hand, watching you braid Tsumiki’s hair on the couch. "This is real freedom."

You glanced up at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Freedom looks a lot like a messy living room and cold takeout. And your smelly socks in the middle of the bedroom hallway?"

Satoru chuckled, crossing the room to drop down beside you, his long legs sprawled lazily. "Exactly. No elders breathing down our necks. No arranged meetings and all that stupid traditional bullshit. Just..." His fingers brushed lightly against your hand. "Just us."

The home you shared had become your sanctuary. It was a warm, living thing made of second chances and stubborn love. Here, the heavy weight of clan expectations could be shrugged off at the door, left behind like muddy shoes.

The bright lights outside your windows, the endless, humming streets of the city, wrapped you all in a kind of anonymity that felt almost sacred.

Every now and then, on nights when the old world seemed to creep back into your dreams, you would wake with a start and there he would be. Satoru, still exhaustedly fast asleep, hands reaching out instinctively toward you, even in his dreams.

And each time, you would let yourself believe a little more: This peace is real. It’s ours. No one can take it away.

In the chaos of Tokyo, where the streets never truly slept and the air was always thick with movement and life, there was something almost sacred about the quiet rhythm the two of you had found together.

Amid the endless clamor of the world outside, you had carved out a space that felt timeless, where the pace of life slowed just enough to breathe, to love, to live.

That rhythm only grew richer when Megumi and Tsumiki became a part of it one day. Those two precious small souls who turned your home from a refuge into a world, after Satoru had brought them home to you. 

It was a lot. You and Satoru were still children yourselves, after all. Yet, they had no one. And that had broken your heart. How could these young kids be left alone, when you and Satoru were there, when you both could be there for them?

Raising children had changed everything, and yet, somehow, made everything make more sense. Life no longer felt like a performance you were obligated to give for the sake of tradition or the impossible standards of the clans you had left behind. 

Instead, it had become a series of small, precious desires. It was the simple, almost foolish joy of trying to pack the most adorable character lunches you could manage, arguing over which bento accessories would make the kids smile the brightest.

"I think Megumi would love a panda today, don’t you think?" you mused one morning, holding up a small, ridiculous rice mold shaped like a cartoon bear.

Satoru, lounging shirtless at the kitchen table with a lopsided grin, sipped his hot cocoa and winked. "You’re trying to bribe his affection, and honestly? I respect that."

"And Tsumiki?" you asked, trying not to laugh as you fiddled with the seaweed cutter.

He leaned back, arms stretching over his head in a slow, lazy arc. "Anything pink. Hearts, flowers, unicorns... Go crazy, babe. She’s already obsessed with you anyway."

But it wasn’t just the daylight moments that made this life so precious. It was the tender, aching sweetness of the mornings that came and went. When the first soft light spilled through the curtains and the world was still warm with sleep. 

Those were the hours when Gojo Satoru would find you again, after endless days of missions and endless nights of exhaustion. His body would seek yours instinctively, as if needing to remind himself that you were real, that this was real.

You would wake to the weight of him draped over you, arms wound tightly around your waist, his face pressed into the curve of your neck. His hands would map your skin with a reverence that made your chest ache, as if he could absorb the memory of you to shield himself against the crueler things he faced out in the world.

"Missed you, babe." he would murmur against your skin, voice still rough with sleep. His fingers would trace slow, thoughtless patterns along your hip, holding you close enough that not even the smallest sliver of doubt could slip between your bodies.

And in those moments, when you felt his heartbeat against your back and the steady breathing of the children down the hall, you knew that this was the life you had chosen, the one you had fought for. Not duty. Not expectation.

All you wanted to know was this love. All you want to keep was you and him and the beautiful, imperfect family you had built together, here in the endless hum in this beloved city of yours. And it was everything to you. Just as much as it was everything to Satoru.

Gojo Satoru’s presence was constant, as dominant and undeniable as the bright beaming sunlight that poured through the windows of your cosy little apartment. You never had to question where he was or what he was doing. 

He was always close, always there, even when he was always busy with missions the higher ups forced him to go to. Whether he was coming back from a mission or just crashing into the apartment after a long day, his energy filled the space around you, making everything feel both thrilling and safe.

It wasn’t always about grand gestures or wild adventures. It was the little things. The moments that, in their simplicity, made everything else fade into the background. It was that simplicity that was a far cry from the splendor of your strict, isolated existence in the far flung echoes of traditional Kyoto.

Satoru’s laughter was one of those little things, while he played dress up with Tsumiki or when he tried to get Megumi into Digimon Adventures with him. Each and everyday, that laughter continually echoed through the apartment, bright and carefree, often over something trivial. 

Maybe you had argued over which takeout to order, and how that wasn’t healthy for the kids to eat every day. You would watch Satoru, with his usual cocky grin, insist on ordering the spiciest dish just to watch you squirm. And maybe along with that ice cream that was too sweet for your liking, and egging the kids to join him on that mischief. 

Or maybe you’d simply be sitting in silence when he had a day off and the kids were in a sleepover, the sound of the city’s humming outside the windows, and then his laugh would suddenly break the calm, like a spark in the dark. And both of you would just stare at each other like you both hung the stars in the sky for the sake of loving the other.

He leaned against the kitchen counter that night, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as you took a hesitant bite of the fiery curry he’d insisted you try. He knew you liked well spiced food. The more spice, the better. Yet, even this curry was beyond the one you were used to. 

It was a good thing that it was just the two of you together tonight eating dinner together. The poor kids would have to deal with your lover’s desire to please you and in all sense of the word. You were certain Tsumiki would smile and play off the spice and Megumi would just look at it and then eat it like the prideful little boy he is, before asking for milk. 

“What?” he asked, noticing the way your face twisted slightly.

You set the spoon down, shaking your head. “This is—how will we eat this? It’s like lava, Satoru. You don’t even like this amount of spice! Neither do I!”

His laugh, low and rumbling, filled the space again. “You’ve gotta learn to appreciate the finer things in life, the way you like it.” he teased, picking up his own bowl and taking a giant spoonful of the same dish without batting an eye.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I think I’ll pass on the finer things.”

Satoru shrugged dramatically, pretending to be hurt. “Your loss.” 

Then, with that same grin, he leaned over the counter, his long calloused fingers brushing against yours as you reached for your water. You looked up at him, caught off guard by the simple, familiar touch.

“What?” he said, his voice soft now, almost vulnerable. “You’re not gonna kiss me better when I get too agitated when it gets too hot for my tongue?”

You laughed, an easy, quiet sound that filled the space between you. “You’re insufferable.”

Satoru raised an eyebrow, then slowly leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “I know. But you love me anyway.”

You met his gaze, and for a brief second, there was a quiet between you. It was the sort of stillness that wasn’t awkward but natural, like the world outside had still just for the two of you. Like it was the concept of breathing. He didn’t pull away. Neither did you.

“I don’t know why I do.” you muttered, but there was no bite to the words, only affection.

He shrugged again, his fingers brushing over your hand. “Probably because I’m charming.” His voice had that teasing edge to it, but beneath the playfulness, you could feel the sincerity, the underlying warmth.

The way his fingers brushed against yours, so casually, so naturally, made you realize how deeply embedded in your life he had become. His touch was no longer something you noticed ever so keenly was that it was just a part of you. It was now etched into your soul, for forever.

The way his fingers would graze your arm as he passed by, the way his hand would rest against your back when he leaned over to grab something, the times he would just reach for your hand without thinking. All of those little things had become second nature.

And it wasn’t just his touch, it was his voice. His voice had a way of softening when he spoke to you, even after all this time. It wasn’t like the commanding tone he used with others, nor the playful teasing he offered to everyone else. With you, his voice became something different, something just for you.

“Y’know, I don’t wanna go to work anymore. Or come back to Kyoto for those stupid meetings.” he said one evening, his voice a little lower than usual as he settled next to you on the couch, his arm draping around your shoulders. “I think I could live here forever. No, I just wanna be here.”

You shifted, raising an eyebrow as you looked at him. “In this tiny apartment? With your ego and your awful taste in food?”

He chuckled, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Sure. Why not?” He pulled you a little closer, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. “As long as it’s with you.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, not as an expectation, but as a promise. And in that moment, amidst the clutter of takeout boxes and half–finished books, you realized that you didn’t need anything grand. You didn’t need a mansion or a perfect life. The only thing that mattered was that he was here, beside you, in this small space, making it feel bigger, more alive.

Satoru was your home. And you were his.

The moments between you two, those small touches, those quiet exchanges, had become everything. They were what filled the spaces between the chaos, the things that had become just as essential as air. Without them, without him, nothing else seemed to matter.

But every now and then, other things did matter. Both of you return to Kyoto sometimes, begrudgingly so. Family matters, clan obligations…It was still sometimes necessary. And you find that you hated it. 

Yet all the same, it made you feel like you were confident that the dream would last forever. That your love would win all. Even when you walked through the grand halls of the Gojo estate or visited the sacred grounds of your clan, there was always a sense that you and Satoru were untouchable. Because you had each other. Because you choose each other.

The others might hold their expectations over you, but the two of you were never easily swayed. You both had created something that didn’t adhere to tradition, something that felt more yours than anything the world had planned for you.

Yet, tradition had a way of creeping back in.

It always does. And perhaps that’s why you hated it.

You could never be yourself in the grips of it.

It was a quiet, heavy afternoon when the elders first approached Gojo Satoru. The air around them was thick with the weight of centuries-old traditions, their voices hushed and solemn as they gathered around him in one of the Gojo family’s meeting rooms. 

You were there with him, seated in the corner, trying not to feel like an intruder in a conversation that was slowly turning into something more. Something you had been waiting for, without realizing it. But Satoru wanted you there, he wanted you with him. So, you bore it. Even if your guts were telling you that something was wrong.

“Satoru–sama.” one of the elders began, his tone gentle but firm. “It's time we discussed the future of the Gojo clan.”

You could hear the unspoken word hanging in the air. Marriage. Just like when the elders had been forcing the word on you years and years ago, as a young man who couldn’t even understand his own feelings.

They had been hinting at it for years, both your families and clans were. They were always skirting around the topic, but never truly coming out and saying it. Now, there was no beating around the bush. Time had long passed. 

You both are men now. You both were adults. There must be something that has to change, in the eyes of the Jujutsu world. The matter had reached a point where even the elders, with all their wisdom and stoic restraint, were finding it hard to avoid any longer.

You glanced at Satoru, who sat across from them, the usual air of indifference swirling around him. His expression remained calm, but there was something in the set of his jaw that told you he was already bracing himself for what was to come.

“We understand the weight of your position, Satoru–sama.” another elder added, his voice gruff but respectful. “But you are the last of your bloodline. We have no one else to carry on the legacy of the Gojo clan but you.”

The silence in the room grew heavy as the words settled. You could almost hear the sound of a ticking clock moving ever so brutishly. With each passing second reminding you of the expectations placed on both of you with grievance. But it was Satoru who broke the stillness.

“Are you asking me to marry someone?” His voice was steady, though there was a touch of incredulity in it. He leaned back slightly, as if the idea itself was a foreign concept.

One of the elders, a woman with sharp eyes and a sharp tongue, nodded. “Yes. We’ve made a list of candidates. Potential alliances. The future of the clan depends on it, Satoru–sama. It is your duty. As much as your father’s duty before you.”

Gojo Satoru’s gaze turned to you then, a quiet question in his bright blue eyes. He didn’t need to say anything aloud. You knew exactly what he was thinking. You knew what he wanted to say, what he wanted to do. But you didn’t want to say it out loud. 

You could feel the dryness that spasms through the wholeness of your throat. You dare not open your mouth, you dare not make eye contact with the elders. You did not even dare to find yourself looking at Satoru once again.

There was a brief moment where the weight of the room felt too much. You were acutely aware of the way their eyes shifted between the two of you, the expectations building like a storm on the horizon. 

You knew it wasn’t just about tradition or duty. It was about securing the Gojo clan’s future, making sure the line survived. You knew as much. It was the duty that was bound for young men like you, like him. 

But it was also about him, you know that. Your Satoru, the man who had always been free, untouchable, and untamable. About what he wanted, about what he deserved, about you and your life together. You could feel the tension building in his shoulders as he remained silent, waiting for the next move.

Finally, he let out a deep breath. You could see how his Six Eyes hardened as it gazed around those mortals all around him. For a moment, he looked like he was that child god you had met again.

“I’ll marry when I’m ready. And not because you tell me to.” His voice didn’t waver, but there was an edge to it, a sharpness that made the elders flinch. “Know your place, mortals.”

“Satoru–sama, this is not a joking matter—”

“I am my father’s son all the same.” You heard your lover say with such authoritarian monotony. You could feel the chills in your spine. “And you know what he did, right? I, who is a god, is more merciful than my mortal father. You know that well, do you not?”

You saw the gathered elders exchange glances, their displeasure palpable, but there was little they could do. Satoru was more than just the clan leader of the Gojo clan, they knew that as well as you and Satoru did. 

And while the elders could pressure him, guilt him, even threaten him with their withered notions of duty and tradition, there was no force in this world that mattered to Satoru. There was no ancient law, there was no whispered threat that could make him kneel if he did not choose to.

“Satoru–sama, please—” one of the elder advisors tried again, voice shaking slightly beneath the weight of the room’s tension. “You must understand, It is not only the Gojo that looks to you! The other clans look to you for leadership! Marriage—”

“You are all dismissed. All of you.” Satoru said, voice as crisp and cutting as glass. His hand waved lazily, but there was nothing casual about the force behind his words. "I refuse to listen to this nonsense about marriage once again. You may leave."

The elders hesitated for a moment. It was a rare, ugly moment where pride warred with fear. That was just how it was when you were handling an audience with a god. Not even their centuries of tradition quailed before the sheer finality of Gojo Satoru’s will. 

One by one, they bowed to him like the god he was. Yet it was shallow, reluctant and filed out of the grand hall, their whispers scraping against the polished floors like dry leaves. As the heavy doors shut with a thundering echo, the tension bled from Satoru’s frame. He let out a breath, long and slow, his shoulders dropping from their battle–readiness.

"You’d think after all these years, these oldies would leave me alone." he muttered to himself, running a hand through his stark white hair. "They would have figured out by now that telling me what to do is the fastest way to make me not do it."

He turned then, his eyes, those cursed, brilliant blue godly eyes, was eagerly searching, softening. Because there you were, standing quietly at the edge of the room, watching it all unfold. You with your human eyes, loving him into being once again.

“They aren’t wrong, you know.” you said softly, your voice quiet, though it cut through the tension like a whisper. “There are expectations. There are consequences.”

Satoru’s eyes softened as they met yours. “I know that.” he said, his voice low. “But I’ll decide when I’m ready. And if I marry, it won’t be because they say so.” 

“Gods only know when that would be.”

“I doubt it will be any time soon. Or ever.” He looked at you, a quiet resolve in his eyes. “I don’t care if they beg. I wouldn’t even care if they kill themselves because of it. You’re the only one I want. You know that.”

The words were a quiet defiance, a declaration that despite the weight of tradition, despite the power of the elders, Gojo Satoru was unwilling to bend to anyone’s will but his own. He was a god. He was the one who gets to decide what should be. Even with this love. And you let him lead. You know that as well as he did.

"You’re not mad, are you?" he asked, voice lighter now, almost teasing, but you could hear the thread of something deeper beneath it. Worry. Hope. You were the only one that he feared to upset. “That was my acting mask.”

You shook your head, stepping forward, your heart aching with the fierceness of your love for him. "You didn’t have to do that for me."

"I would always do it for you." Satoru said, meeting you halfway. His hands found yours, threading his fingers through them with unbreakable certainty. "I will always do it for us. You know this, don’t you, babe?"

For a moment, the world beyond the closed doors didn’t exist. No clans, no duties, no past heavy with blood and expectation. There was only this: it was the thrum of your heart against his, the silent promise in his touch.

"I’m not marrying anyone else, you know." he said simply, almost carelessly, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world, a law older and stronger than any decree the clans could dream up. His voice was steady, unshakable. "If it's not you, then it's no one."

You felt the weight of his words slam into you, heavier than any blow. It cracked open something inside you. You knew that it was something that truly felt afraid, something that had been festering in silence for too long.

Your forehead pressed against the broad plane of his chest, feeling the steady, relentless beat of his heart against your skin. His warmth wrapped around you like armor, like a vow you weren't sure you deserved.

"Satoru..." you whispered, voice cracking under the strain of guilt clawing its way up your throat. Your hands curled weakly into the fabric of his shirt, desperate and trembling. "I’m a man. You and I….we cannot marry."

The words hung in the air between you like a wound, sharp and cruel. You could barely force out the rest, barely breathe through the shame rising inside you. That stupid shame that your indoctrinated soul had continued to perpetuate in your being, in your heart, in your mind. 

In the back of your mind, you could see your mother’s face and her words. Your father’s strong stature from the depths of your thoughts. The elders who bowed to you and considered you their last hope for the future. You could feel the nerves in your body continue on and on into a frenzy.

You were not ashamed of loving Satoru. If anything, that was your greatest achievement. To love the one you loved. But there was that shame of disappointing the world you had always known you had belonged in. You were ashamed that you would be letting down everyone who had put their trust in you. 

Yet all the same, you didn’t want to lose Satoru. You didn’t want to lose the man you lived to love. You didn’t want to find anything there to warm you in the morning with such true love. Still, you could only be torn by worlds you stood with two feet in separation.

"I can’t—" Your voice broke. You swallowed hard, forcing the truth out because you needed him to understand, even if it shattered you. "I can’t give you children. I can’t give you a future like they want. I can’t give you—"

But you never got to finish. Satoru's arms tightened around you, fiercely enough to steal your breath. His body curled around yours as if he could shield you from the very world, from your own doubts. His voice came low and urgent against your ear, cutting through the chaos in your mind with brutal clarity.

"But you're the only one who can love me." he said, immediate and certain, like it was the only answer that had ever mattered. His fingers dug into your sides, anchoring you to him, to the ground, to this.

"You’re the only one who does love me, babe." he repeated, softer now, his breath ghosting over your skin, reverent. "They don’t want me. They want what I can do. What I can give them. To use me. But you... You just want me."

His words unraveled you, piece by piece. You shook your head weakly, shame burning behind your eyes, but Satoru only cupped your face between his palms, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those brilliant, endless blue eyes that saw everything.

"You are my future." he said, each word deliberate, a brand against your soul. "You. Not the children they want to breed from me. Not the bloodlines they want to preserve. Just you."

There was a silence, thick and trembling with everything you couldn't say, everything you couldn't ask for but Gojo Satoru only leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, closing the last fragile distance between you.

"Let me choose you, babe." he whispered, his voice breaking into something raw and beautiful. "Please."

And how could you say no to that?

You felt the tears spill over, trailing down your cheeks as Satoru's words pierced through the walls you'd built around your heart. His thumbs brushed them away, his touch gentle, reverent. He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that tasted like desperation and hope.

You kissed him back with all the gentle passion in you, pouring all the love and fear and longing you'd been holding onto into that single, perfect moment. Satoru's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his desire pressing against your stomach. He broke the passionate kiss to take a breath. And soon enough, before you could blink, you could feel him trailing his lips down your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

"I want you. All of you." he murmured, his voice low and husky with need. "I want to show you how much I love you, how much I choose you."

His hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and off, tossing it aside. Satoru's fingers traced the delicate silk of your kimono, his touch feather–light and lovingly teasing. He started at the collar, his fingertips brushing against your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. 

Slowly, deliberately, he began to untie the sash at your waist, his knuckles grazing your stomach as he worked. The kimono loosened, falling open to reveal the curve of your breasts, the smooth expanse of your skin. 

Satoru's breath caught, his bright blue eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of you. You felt ever so vulnerable in front of him, more than the first time you had made love. Because he saw all of you now, that flawed, ever so shattered fragments of you. 

And still, he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing ever born on this brutish earth. As if you were the life that could only be the purest thing that continues to blossom within the deadly soil.

"Beautiful, just beautiful." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. 

He pushed the kimono off your shoulders, letting it pool around your feet. You stood before him, bare and vulnerable, but you'd never felt more cherished, more adored. Satoru's hands explored your body, his touch reverent and worshipful.

His palms skimmed over your chest, down to your waist, and around to squeeze your bottom. He pulled you flush against him, letting you feel the evidence of his desire pressing against your stomach. 

You groaned, your hips rolling instinctively, seeking friction. Satoru's lips found your neck, kissing and sucking, marking you as his. He guided you backwards until your knees hit the bed, then gently pushed you down onto the marble stone. 

He crawled over you, his beautiful body settling between your ever so perfectly spread thighs. His bright blue eyes raked over you, filled with admiration and lust. Taking in the beauty he knew only he could see and take and love.

"You're so beautiful, babe." he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I always dream of you, of your beautiful body against mine. I always long for you."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your own lips before trailing his mouth lower, over your chin, your throat, your collarbone. He paused at your chest, his breath hot against your already hardened nipple. 

Satoru's tongue flicked out, circling the hardened peak, teasing you with the promise of more. You arched into him, a soft moan escaping your lips. He smiled against your skin, the action sending a shiver down your spine.

Then he took you into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue swirling and teasing.Your hands fisted in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on your chest. He switched to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

You could feel his free hand sliding down your stomach, over your hip, to grip your thigh. He hitched your leg over his hip, grinding his erection against your own, the friction delicious and maddening all at once.

You could feel yourself bucked against him, desperate for more, needing to feel him everywhere. Satoru groaned, his hips snapping forward, mimicking the act you both craved. He pulled back, his chest heaving. You could feel his eyes dark with desire.

"I need to be inside you, babe." he rasped, his voice strained with need. "I need to feel you surrounding me, squeezing me tight."

He reached between you, his fingers wrapping around your length, stroking you slowly. You cried out, your hips jerking into his touch. He pumped you in time with his grinding hips, the dual sensations driving you wild with desire.

Then he was shifting, positioning himself at your entrance. He paused, his bright blue gaze locking with yours, a silent question in his eyes. You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. You gasped, your eyes widening at the feeling of fullness, of completeness. When he was fully seated, he paused, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

"You feel incredible, you always are." he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. “You’re everything.”

Satoru's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he looked down at you, pinned beneath him in the grand audience hall. The risk of being caught only seemed to fuel his desire, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. 

He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, setting a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the cavernous room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of exertion. 

He hooked your leg over his shoulder, changing the angle, driving deeper into you with each thrust. You could only cry out, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the cold marble floor. Your lips are unable to control the drool falling down your lips. 

Satoru's hand closed around your throat, not squeezing, just holding you in place as he pounded into you relentlessly. He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear ever so hotly as he pushed slowly and deeply this time.

"Shh, you have to be quiet." he murmured, his voice a dark, seductive purr. “Unless you want someone to hear us, my pretty baby." he added, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

You bit your lip, stifling a moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. Satoru smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. He increased his pace, his hips snapping forward with a force that stole your breath. 

His free hand snaked between your bodies, his fingers finding your prostate and pressing firmly. Stars exploded behind your fucked out eyes, your back arching off the floor as pleasure coursed through you.

You felt the tension coiling in the very depths of your belly, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. Satoru's breath was hot against your neck, his voice a low, commanding growls and grunts

"Come for me, baby." he ordered, his thumb circling your entrance teasingly."Let me feel you come apart on my cock."

His words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.You convulsed beneath him, your inner walls clamping down on his length as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Satoru groaned, his movements becoming erratic, his own release imminent.

He thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt as he found his climax. You felt the warmth of his seed filling you, marking you as his. He collapsed on top of you, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. 

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing and the distant echo of your lovemaking.Then Satoru lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. There was a softness there, a tenderness that belied the roughness of their coupling.

"I love you, I love you." he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I love you so much."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a promise and a vow. You mewled as you were still up in your high. You could feel him kiss your neck soon after, as tears poured down your face. You could feel his hand wrapped around your still–hard length, stroking you firmly. 

The sensation of his hot, sticky release filling you, combined with his skilled fingers working your cock, pushed you into another mind–blowing climax. You cried out, your hips bucking wildly as you came undone beneath him. 

Satoru's grip tightened around your cock, milking every last drop from you as he rode out his own pleasure inside of you. He continued to pump your shaft, prolonging your orgasm until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess.

Only then did he slow his movements, gentling his touch as he brought you down from the high. He kissed you deeply, swallowing your whimpers and gasps, his tongue soothing yours. When he finally pulled back, you were both panting, your bodies slick with sweat and semen. Satoru smiled, a lazy, satisfied grin that made your heart skip a beat.

Only then did he slow his movements, gentling his touch as he guided you down from the high you had both been chasing. His hands, once so desperate, now moved over you with infinite tenderness, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

He kissed your bruising lips ever so deeply, fervently, swallowing your whimpers and gasps, his tongue moving languidly against yours, coaxing you to stay with him in this moment, to feel nothing but him. 

His kiss was grounding. He was anchoring you to the reality that he had chosen you, again and again, without hesitation. Without hesitation, he wants you and only you. He wants you to love him as much as he did. 

When he finally pulled back, the two of you were left gasping, panting against each other’s skin, the air thick with heat and something even heavier. It was something sacred. Your bodies were slick with sweat and release, tangled together so tightly it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Satoru smiled then. It was that lazy, satisfied grin he only ever wore after he had completely unraveled you, heart and soul. It made your heart skip painfully in your chest, a fluttering ache that was almost too much to bear.

"You’re mine, baby." he murmured, voice low and hoarse, almost in awe. He brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead, thumb lingering against your temple. "Mine.”

“Satoru….please, I’m close….Fuck….” You cried out to him. 

“You were all my sustenance, baby.” You could hear him whisper to you. “You mattered more to me than any of them. You are more."

You could barely find your voice, throat raw from moaning his name, from whispering broken pleas into the shell of his ear. All you could do was nod weakly, your chest heaving as you tried to steady yourself against the overwhelming force of his love.

Satoru chuckled quietly, a sound that rumbled deep in his chest. He dipped his head to press small, fluttering kisses along your jaw, your throat, the sensitive hollow where your shoulder met your neck. It was like he couldn’t stop touching you, like he couldn’t get enough.

"God, I love you." he breathed, the words slipping out like a confession, raw and undeniable.

You clutched at him then, pulling him even closer, burying your face against his skin. "I love you." you whispered back, voice trembling, your soul laid bare for him. "I always will."

But love can’t always last forever.

YOU HAD TO GO HOME BY YOURSELF THIS TIME. You couldn’t bring Satoru with you due to the work he had to do with his missions, which he hated. He wanted to go with you, to tell off your elders, to be in your arms. But you told him to go, that he was needed by someone who couldn’t save themselves.

He had pouted all the way to the car, asking for you to embrace him until the last minute. But you had promised to see him all the same after a few days, at least by tomorrow. He pouted still, but he still was appeased by the promise of seeing you again. 

You had gotten picked up by your servants in front of the Gojo Manor. The way their eyes echoed against your presence, seeing you again for the first time in a long while. It was hard to understand what they actually felt behind those smiling faces as you got in the car. It was hard to understand if they were even joyous to see you.

The moment you walked through the gates of your family estate, you could feel the weight of the air shift. The cool breeze that had kissed your skin in much more liberal Tokyo felt stifling here in traditional and conservative Kyoto. 

The air was thick, almost suffocating, heavy with the lingering presence of old expectations and silent, unspoken judgments. They pressed against your skin, seeped into your lungs with every breath you took. It was heavy, choking reminders of the life they had always intended for you.

Words you didn’t want to hear. Those words about legacy, about duty, about honor. They all rang in your ears like a bitter hymn. Words meant to guilt you, to shape you into something small and obedient, a vessel for tradition rather than a living, breathing person.

You hadn’t wanted to come back. At least, not like this. Not with your head bowed. Not as a reluctant heir. But duty had called, as it always did, and like a chain fastened around your throat, it had dragged you back to this place you once swore you would never return to.

You were the only son of your bloodline now. The last thread tying your family’s pride to a future they still believed they could control. And so you had to answer, even when your heart screamed in protest, even when every step toward them felt like another piece of yourself being carved away.

You knew you were weak when it came to your mother’s voice. It was soft but laced with steel, sharp enough to cut you open without raising her hand. You knew you were weak when it came to your father’s memory and it was a ghostly weight you still carried on your back, heavier now than ever.

You were a prisoner to their desires, trapped by their insistence on keeping the name, the blood, the illusion of strength alive through you. Through a future you never asked for. Through a legacy you wanted no part of.

You were trapped inside a life built on expectations you had never agreed to, staring down a path you would never have chosen for yourself. It was a crown made of thorns pressed to your brow by hands that claimed to love you.

And deep down, some small, furious part of you wondered if they ever loved you at all or if they only ever loved what you were supposed to become. If you were ever just the human being you were and not the martyr they had forced to live in this gilded cage called suffering.

Your mother was waiting for you in the grand dining room, her figure tall and poised, like a queen in her kingdom, though her expression was far from regal. She was a prideful woman, and you knew why. She was, after all, a Zen’in. Naobito’s own little sister.

There was a tension in her face that you knew too well. It was a blend of disappointment and frustration that had always existed between the two of you. She had been quiet in her letters, but there was no mistaking the message in her eyes when you walked in.

“Sit, my son.” she said, her voice colder than you remembered, yet still wrapped in the familiar weight of command. “We need to talk.”

You obeyed her, as though you weren't her superior. You obeyed as though every instinct in you wanted to leave, to turn back and disappear into the life you had made with Satoru. But you couldn't. Not yet. You didn’t know why yet.

As you settled in the seat across from her, your mother didn’t waste any time. Her sharp gaze never left you as she folded her hands neatly in front of her, her fingers tapping once, twice, as if to punctuate each word she was about to say.

“Mother–”

“I’ve been patient with you, but this nonsense has gone on long enough.”

You clenched your jaw. You had a feeling this was coming, but you weren't prepared for the bite in her words. “What nonsense?” you asked, voice calm but edged with the tension simmering beneath the surface. “I had done everything you had asked of me.”

“Cohabiting with a man for nearly five years. Raising some pathetic brats that would get in the way of your cousin Naoya’s position within the Zen’in. Playing house.” she said, the words like venom. “Turning your back on the clan. A young man, with everything ahead of him, choosing this—him—over everything your father worked for.”

The mention of your father hit you like a stone. Your father, who had fought for your clan’s survival, for its dignity, its strength. Your mother’s eyes softened for a brief moment at the mention of him, but it quickly turned into something colder, harder.

“Your father did everything to keep this clan alive. I have done everything to keep everything afloat you grew up, so you may inherit all of this good will your father and I had built.” she continued, her voice rising with the force of her emotions. “And you’re willing to throw it all away for a boy who thinks he’s a god, who’s playing god.”

You felt a tightness in your chest, a mixture of anger and pain. But you held it in, forcing yourself to breathe through it, trying to hold your ground. “Satoru is—” you started, but she cut you off before you could defend him.

“I don’t care if he’s a god or not, child.” she snapped back at you, cutting you off. “You’re my son, and I’ve made arrangements for you. You will marry a woman who will help secure the future of this clan. I’ve already spoken to the elders. It’s done.”

Her words hit you like a physical blow. It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t even a suggestion. It was an ultimatum. “Mother, you can’t—” You stood, the heat in your veins rising, but she silenced you with a wave of her hand.

“You think I haven’t tried to be patient with you? I have tolerated everything you are. Your insolence, your foolishness, your….lack of decorum.” she asked, her voice soft but full of venom. “You think I haven’t watched you waste your future with that… man? That Gojo? You’ve become distracted by your feelings, and now you are jeopardizing everything. Your father would never have allowed this.”

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your father’s shadow had always loomed over you, a legacy you could never quite escape, no matter how much you tried to live your own life.

“I’ve arranged for you to marry someone who will strengthen our position.” she continued, her words colder than ever. “And for that Gojo boy…..” Her lips curled into a thin, humorless smile. 

Your eyes hardened at her, your emotions bellowing through your tummy. “What did you do?”

“I’ve arranged for him to marry someone of his own status. The Gojo elders have already been contacted about it. He will be taken care of. You, on the other hand…” She trailed off, but her meaning was clear.

You felt a rush of heat, the sting of frustration lashing against your skin. “No, no…..” you said, finally finding your voice. “I won’t do it. I won’t. I refuse—I can’t….I can’t do it!”

Your mother’s expression shifted then. It was no longer the sharp, obvious edges of anger, but something far more dangerous. Something colder. More patient. The chilling, familiar force of guilt sharpened behind her gaze.

Her eyes, the same shade and shape as your own, locked onto yours, and for one agonizing heartbeat, you saw it: the calculation, the certainty. She knew she had you. She always did. And you knew, with a sick sinking feeling, that whatever she had planned, you were already too tangled to escape.

"You'll do it, I know you will." she said softly, almost tenderly, as if she were offering you kindness instead of a noose.Her voice dropped lower, silkier, a blade sheathed in velvet. "Because you owe it to the clan, son."

"Do you want your father's work, his sacrifices to mean nothing?" she murmured, each word sliding between your ribs like a knife. "Do you want to watch everything he built crumble because you were too selfish to carry it forward?"

The weight of her words slammed into you, heavy as iron chains, wrapping tight around your chest. You wanted to fight. You wanted to run. You wanted to run back to Satoru, back to the life you'd built together with your own two hands. 

But she had already spun the web, and you were caught fast, fluttering helplessly against it like a broken–winged butterfly. And she was going to eat you alive. You were never going to win against a spider like her.

"I'll never ask you to give up your... feelings for him, for that boy." she said next, her voice curling into something icier, more scornful. The way she said it…..feelings. 

She had made it sound like a weakness, a childish indulgence she would tolerate only so long as it didn't interfere with the real work. She had made it sound that it was wrong, that it was silly for you to have loved a man like you. 

"But you have responsibilities. You have a duty."

She took a step closer, so close you could feel the frost of her words against your skin. "The clan needs an heir, my son." she said, her tone turning merciless. "A proper heir. And you will fulfill that duty. You owe your family. You owe your name."

Every syllable struck you like a lash across the back. You thought about Satoru. The easy, wild laughter you shared, the quiet mornings, the fierce, unshakable love he gave you without expectation. You thought about the life you had carved for yourself, small and brilliant, built not on duty but on choice.

And now…..Now it all dangled precariously above you, ready to be cut away by the cold, steady hand of tradition. You wanted to scream. To tear yourself free. To tell her all those words: I'm not my father, I'm not you, I get to choose!

But the words shriveled on your tongue, strangled by years of conditioning, of obligation, of fear. Your mother's voice softened once more, so deceptively gentle it almost made you believe she cared.

"I won't force you to love her." she said, a quiet cruelty threading through the finality of her words. "But you will do what is required of you. If you refuse..."

She tilted her head slightly, regarding you the way a queen might be a disappointing subject. "Then I will see to it that the clan knows what you truly are. That everything your father bled for will rot into nothing. Your name will become a curse. You will no longer be my son. You will no longer be his."

The final blow landed with surgical precision, and you felt your heart fracture under the weight of it. It was a clean, brutal break.  It wasn't a choice. It never had been. It was a sentence. It was a prison being built for you.

And no matter how far you had run, no matter how fiercely you had loved, you were still trapped in her cage. To be gilded in duty, locked with guilt, and sealed by a name you could never escape. Just like her. Just like your father. Continuing a curse over and over again.

You stayed silent, staring at the woman who had brought you into this world, the one who had shaped you into what you were meant to be. Tears were beckoning hotly and roughly against your eyes.

“I’ve already arranged everything.” she finished, her gaze cold. “The engagement will be announced soon. You will marry. And Satoru will marry someone appropriate, as well. Don’t make me force your hand.”

The silence between you was thick, suffocating. You knew, at that moment, you had already lost. You would do as she said. And your heart, already torn between love and duty, shattered just a little more.

“You’ve made your choice. I know that.” she said, rising from her seat, her back straight. “Now, so will I.”

You didn’t have the strength to argue back to her anymore. If anything, you felt too weakened by that. All the fight had been drained from your body, siphoned away by every careful, cutting word she had wielded against you.

You were small again. All too helpless and hollow  when you weren’t. But you were like that when you were standing there in front of her, just a child wrapped in an adult’s skin. You were shaking so badly it felt like your bones would rattle out of place. Your stomach twisted painfully, nausea clawing up your throat, leaving you lightheaded and raw.

You clenched your fists at your sides, nails biting into your palms, trying desperately to anchor yourself to something, anything but there was nothing solid left to hold on to. All you could do was stand there, your head bowed, the weight of her words settling over you like a burial shroud.

Each breath hurts. Each second stretched out endlessly, pressing heavier and heavier against your chest until it felt like you might collapse under it. You felt the aching emptiness opening up inside you. 

It was vast, cold, merciless. A hollowed-out space where hope used to live. A space where Gojo Satoru's laughter used to echo. A space where Tsumiki and Megumi’s bright eyed faces made your life tender. A space that now felt dangerously close to breaking wide open.

And yet, there was some tiny, fragile piece of you still trying to argue. Even as your body trembled and your mind screamed at you to stay silent, you forced yourself to lift your head, to open your mouth.

"I won't—" you rasped out, the words barely more than a broken breath. You could feel your chest heaving, tightening. You couldn’t breathe. "I won't do it. I won't—"

But before you could even form a real plea, your mother raised her hand. It was just two fingers, a lazy, imperious gesture and it was like the world tilted around you. She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to. Her silence was sharper than any blade. And in that silence, the walls closed in.

"You've spoken enough, my son." she said, almost gently. “And I cannot take more insolence.”

A decree, not a conversation. A judgment. An execution.

Before you could blink, before you could think, hands seized you from behind. It was cold, merciless hands that showed no hesitation. You twisted in their grip, the shock breaking through your numbness, and you thrashed once, twice, a sound ripping from your throat. Something between a cry and a snarl.

"Mother—!" you gasped, betrayal burning like acid through your veins.

But she only watched you, calm, composed, a perfect portrait of cold inevitability. "You'll understand soon." she said, her voice so smooth it almost sounded like mercy. Almost. "This is for your own good, my son."

The last thing you saw before they dragged you away was her turning her back on you. It was as if you were nothing more than a task completed, a problem finally contained. You were pulled through twisting corridors you didn't recognize. 

It was deeper into the estate, into its cold, forgotten belly. The walls grew narrower, the air colder. You struggled at first. You were clumsy, full of sudden panicked movements. The trauma had all but made you unable to struggle. 

The grip on you tightened, bruising your arms, your shoulders. And the fear, gods, the fear clawed at your lungs, until it was all you could do to keep breathing as calmly as you could even when you couldn’t.

The door they shoved you through was heavy, iron-bound, ancient. It closed behind you with a sound that echoed straight into your bone. It was a hollow, final clang. A lock slid into place. And the world went black.

There was no sun here. No time. Only the gnawing dark and the cold press of stone against your skin. They didn't come right away. They let the silence do the first part of the work. It was just how it was with the Zen’in. 

Your mother had watched your grandfather do this to his other children. To their so called insolent, ungrateful children. And all your own clan, all its elders, all its servants — they all looked away.

It starts the dread, the waiting, the not–knowing. And then it was the fear. And when they did come to alleviate the grievance of loneliness and darkness, it wasn't with kindness. At first, it was the questions.

Why won’t you obey?

Why do you shame your father’s memory?

Why do you betray your blood?

Their voices were cold, detached, like they were discussing a broken tool that needed fixing. And when the questions weren’t enough, when your silence or your stammered refusals weren't enough, there were other methods to be used.

You never knew what would come next. A blow. A shackle. The slow, deliberate pain designed not to kill you. No, they needed you alive but to teach you, to break you. To make you into their puppet once again.

And through it all, you clung desperately to whatever pieces of yourself you could find. You clung to the memory of Satoru. His laugh, his arms around you, his stubborn, blinding love. You whispered his name in the dark when you were sure no one could hear, like a prayer, like a lifeline.

Satoru. Please. Find me.

The darkness pressed closer every day, a suffocating weight that clouded your thoughts, drowning them in a tide of doubt. Each hour spent locked away in this cold, unfamiliar place felt like a year, stretching on endlessly, eroding your mind and spirit.

The silence that had once been a friend had now become an enemy — a loud, deafening presence in the void. It whispered to you in the dark, soft and insidious, planting seeds of doubt that grew wild in your chest.

Maybe he wouldn’t come. Maybe he couldn’t. The thought made your stomach twist painfully, a hollow emptiness filling the pit of your stomach. You had always known Gojo Satoru as strong, as invincible, but the thought that he might not be able to reach you, might not be able to save you, was like a blade to your heart.

Maybe you were already lost, gone beyond the point of no return, consumed by the walls closing in around you. The more you told yourself that, the easier it became to believe. Maybe it would be better this way. 

Maybe there was no escaping the past. No escaping your family’s chains. Maybe you weren’t meant to be the one to break free. Maybe your love for Gojo Satoru was a lie. One that would only hurt both of you in the end.

The thought of him, of everything you had built together, started to feel like a distant memory, fading with each passing moment. The life you’d shared with him, the laughter, the comfort, the way his touch had always been a sanctuary from the chaos of the world, it all felt so far out of reach now.

Soon, you were forgetting what made him Satoru. The Six Eyes, the strongest sorcerer in existence. You forgot that he was untouchable, that he was a god, capable of bending the world to his will. 

All those things that made him unbreakable, that had once given you so much hope, now seemed like fragile illusions. In the dark, with nothing but your own thoughts to keep you company, all you could feel was the cold, suffocating dread of the unknown.

You began to fear that they would do this to him too. For loving you. For daring to stand beside you. You feared the depths they would sink to. That they might use him as a pawn in this twisted game, break him in ways you couldn’t even imagine.

Simply because he loved you, because you loved him. You feared for the first time that the world might tear him down, too, the way it was trying to destroy you. You feared they would come for him with the same cruelty, the same coldness.

And the thought, the terrible thought was enough to make you sick to your core. That they might hurt him. That they might crush him. All because of you. All because you love him, all because he loved you.

The guilt gnawed at your insides, a poison that seeped deeper with each passing day. You tried to imagine what Satoru would say if he knew how you were thinking. His confidence, his fiery will to protect you, would be there.

But in the dark, all you could hear was the echo of his words, his promises to always stand by you, and the crushing weight of your own self–doubt. Of your own trauma, of your own guilt and shame. 

You tried to tell yourself that it was just the isolation, that it was just the darkness making you weak. But you couldn’t help but wonder: What if you weren’t strong enough to protect him? What if you end up being the cause of his suffering? What if, in the end, your love for him, your defiance, your refusal to let go was the very thing that would destroy him?

The darkness had been closing in on you for what felt like an eternity. It had worn you down until the sharp edges of your defiance had dulled to nothing.

Your body was broken, your mind fractured, and the only thing left was the heavy weight of your mother’s words, her demands,  and the fear that clung to your every breath.

You were no longer the person who could stand up and fight, at least not right now, not when your mother hung behind you like a spider. You were no longer the person who could say no.

Gojo Satoru deserves better than you, you already knew that long ago. He needed someone strong, he needed someone who could protect him. 

The weight of everything you’d tried to hold onto had become too much. The fear for Satoru, the terror that they would destroy him too, had rooted itself too deeply in your chest. And the realization that you might never see him again, that you might never be able to hold him again had consumed you like a wildfire.

With a voice that felt as if it didn’t belong to you, your words slipped out, hollow and broken, unable to stop themselves. “I… I’ll marry her.”

The surrender tasted bitter on your tongue, and your chest felt like it might cave in on itself with the weight of the words. But as you said them, you could feel the sharp, constricting grip of your mother’s gaze upon you.

“You’ll marry her, then.” she said, her voice too calm, too pleased. “You’re doing what’s best for the family, for your father’s legacy. I am proud of you.”

You could barely hold yourself up. Your knees buckled slightly, but you steadied yourself by gripping the cold stone of the walls. The emptiness inside you felt like it was swallowing everything whole, like you were fading from existence, becoming a shadow of who you used to be.

But there was one last thing you could do. One last plea, the only one you had left in you. You wouldn’t beg for yourself, but for him. For Satoru. For Tsumiki and Megumi. For them to not suffer like this.

“Please… please don’t hurt him. Or Megumi and Tsumiki. Please.” The words came out in a near–whisper, pleading, as if you could somehow make them understand, make them see the humanity in what they were doing. 

“Please, don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt them. They haven’t done anything. It’s me you want. I’ll do whatever you say, but… please, don’t take him from me.”

Your own voice broke on the last word, and you were shaking, your body trembling as if it couldn’t handle the weight of what you’d just agreed to.

Your mother’s eyes locked onto yours again, her expression cold, but there was something in her gaze that made your stomach churn with dread. It wasn’t satisfying.

It was something worse. Knowing, like she had already anticipated this from you already. Like she had already seen the moment when you would break.

“You’ll do your duty. The rest doesn’t matter. Your love for him doesn't matter.” Her words were firm, no room for argument. “You will marry, and you will keep your place. As for him and Toji’s children…..” 

“Please….Mother, please. Don’t hurt them.”

She paused, lips curling into something that might have been a smile. It was cruel. “I can’t promise anything. But he’ll be fine and so will the children. For now.”

The weight of those words crushed you, heavier than anything physical. For now. The uncertainty in that simple phrase cut deeper than any promise.

The threat hung in the air, thick and suffocating, and you realized in that moment that you had no control over anything anymore.You were already lost.

[paucubarsisimp]

HI I LOVE UR CUBARSI FICS I HAVE THIS REQUEST SO BASICALLY CUDDLES WITH CLINGY CUBARSI???🫣

clingy mornings

pairing: pau cubarsi x reader

summary: in which pau is a clingy boyfriend... especially in the morning

warnings: none!

a/n: i swear i thought i posted this and then i was working on another draft and i saw this js sitting there 😭😭 also this might be one of my favorites ever 🥹

the sun hadn’t even fully risen yet, but you were already warm.

not from the weather, or the thick duvet cocooning your body, but from the boy tangled around you like you were his whole world.

“don’t go,” he whispered, voice low and scratchy with sleep. his face was pressed into the side of your neck, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. “just five more minutes.”

you laughed quietly, reaching down to stroke his hair, fingers curling through the soft waves. “you said that ten minutes ago.”

“yeah, and i meant it then, too,” he said, pulling you even closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between your bodies. “you’re warm. and soft. and mine.”

“clingy much?”

“very.”

he nudged your chin with his nose and tilted your face up, then pressed a kiss right between your brows. and then one on your nose. and then both cheeks. and your jaw. and finally, the softest one on your lips.

“there,” he said, pulling back with a sleepy grin. “medicine.”

“medicine?”

“for missing you in my sleep. i had a dream you turned into a cloud and floated away.”

you burst into laughter and buried your face in his chest. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m in love,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. and maybe it did.

he kept kissing you like it was the only thing keeping him breathing — little, lazy pecks all over your face, murmuring between each one, “pretty,” kiss. “mine,” kiss. “can’t believe i get to wake up next to you.”

you tried to playfully shove him off, but he just laughed and tightened his hold on you like a human blanket.

“pau,” you warned gently, “you have to leave for training soon.”

“do i?”

“yes.”

“hm,” he hummed, nuzzling your neck, “but if i stay here long enough, maybe time will stop.”

you sighed, amused but hopeless against him. “you’re such a baby.”

“your baby.”

you didn’t say anything to that — just hugged him tighter.

he eventually got out of bed (after at least thirty more kisses, two dramatic groans, and one promise that he’d come home straight after training). but before he left, he cupped your face gently, gazed at you like you were the only thing that existed in his universe, and whispered, “wait for me, okay? i’m gonna miss you so much.”

“it’s only a few hours.”

“yeah,” he said, brushing his lips against yours. “but it’s a few hours too many.”

he came back that evening a mess of curls and sweat and bright eyes — and the moment he stepped through the door, he dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes, and wrapped his arms around you like he hadn’t seen you in years.

“missed you,” he mumbled into your hair.

you laughed softly. “you just saw me this morning.”

“too long ago,” he said, peppering your temple with kisses. “my body ached for your hugs.”

“dramatic.”

“in love.”

he pulled you onto the couch, tugging you into his lap and wrapping a blanket around both of you. he held you close, rubbing small circles on your back, his lips brushing your forehead every now and then.

you watched tv, not really watching anything. you were more focused on the way pau looked at you — like he still couldn’t believe he got to have you in his arms.

eventually, his fingers laced with yours, and he murmured, “i don’t need trophies. or fame. i just want this. you. always.”

and when he fell asleep against your shoulder, arms still around you, breath even and soft, you smiled to yourself.

because in a world full of chaos, of pressure and noise and expectations, he chose softness. he chose love. he chose you.

and he always would.

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[uchinagai]

Echoes of Us - winter

𝜗𝜚 idol!Winter x producer!reader

𝜗𝜚 synopsis : Winter just wanted a peaceful global solo debut with the help of another company, 88rising, but of course, the universe had to nerf her with worse luck, or not…

𝜗𝜚 contains : idol! winter, producer ex !reader, fem!reader, wlw, mentions of a messy break-up, kind of angsty but gets better!! um yeah idk what else to say

𝜗𝜚 w/k : 1.5k+

𝜗𝜚 a/n : English is not my first OR second language so please, ignore anything incorrect. js a random idea I wanted to write about nothing too big >.<

The conference room felt suffocating despite its size. She tapped her pen against the table—a small, futile attempt to keep calm as the 88rising team finalized her debut plans.

How long has she been wishing on this? God knows. One might say she has wanted to be solo since her debut. So having her artist name—Winter—without Aespa attached to it made her feel funny and giggly inside.

Well not for long, because not only was the producer she was assigned to unknown and hid their artist name, not even taking credit sometimes, but they were late too.

Very late.

The conference was about to end when the staff, who was sent in instead of the producer attending, got a message and looked down at the phone letting out probably the biggest sigh of relief.

“She’s gonna be in here 5 minutes, can we manage to stretch it?”

She?

Winter's manager looked down at the clock and nodded.

“We have a full day today, Minjeong has no schedules,”

It was obvious, that the person they sent in to replace her, was clueless about most of the things. She couldn’t answer anything related to the producer's working ethic and how long it would take her to finish up the project.

It was when Winter glanced towards the door when it opened, revealing a beautiful figure of a woman, in her 20s entering the room causing Winter the forget how to breathe.

Not only was the woman beautiful but also… familiar, way too familiar to her liking.

As she sat down next to her replacement, also across from Winter, the girl almost felt nauseous.

The familiar scent hitting her nose brought back many memories, such as holding and kissing a person with this scent.

As the person across her settled down on the chair, taking off the cap, Minjeong heard a small *click* in her head, putting everything together.

She wasn’t just gonna work with anybody, she was gonna work with y/n l/n.

The ex.

Well, how did this all begin??

Let’s divide winter's 4 years of training into three parts.

Two years of being friends with y/n

Almost dating y/n for two years

y/n l/n vanishing from her life without a word.

y/n managed to erase herself from Minjeongs life like she never existed, if the rest of the Aespa didn’t know y/n personally they would think Minjeong was crazy and making up lies about her imaginary girlfriend that made her life worth it all.

It’s been 4 years now, and has the younger one moved on? She thought she did before seeing the girl appear right in front of her like they spoke just yesterday, all chill and relaxed. 

Did she plan this all out? Just reappearing into her life as her producer four years later after being ghosted?

Blonde felt sick to her stomach, everything was coming back to her and all she could do was stare at the girl in front of her, frozen.

As the staff finally managed to give y/n all the information she missed, she looked across her table, seeing the stunned girl in front of her.

“Minjeong?”

The same sweetness filled with worry rang Winter back to reality as she shook her head a little, maybe she was imagining it all, but no. The girl in front of her stayed at the same spot, looking at her with worry.

As much as she was happy seeing her, she felt just as sick and disgusted.

“I-i can’t–” is all she could mutter out before storming out of that room where barely any natural light setting in.

Older watched her storm off as she sighed and excused herself calmly getting up from the chair.

Y/n knew the SM building well enough to know where the shorter girl would run off, so calmly, she approached the bathrooms on the 4th floor, which in winter's words were the cleanest ones.

Knock once. Twice. No response.

The door was unlocked so y/n let herself into a sight of winter leaning onto the sink, water on. Face visibly wet which meant she splashed herself with it.

“No hello?”

“Don’t bullshit me y/n”

“Woah sorry me, trying to lighten the mood up”

“Lighten the mood? You’re four years late for that.”

“Still sassy as ever, hm?”

“What do you want? Did you take onto this job on purpose to make it a living hell y/n?”

“I took on a job offer from SM ent. For Winter of Aespa because I missed Minjeong.”

She shorter one bit on her lower lip, suppressing a smile, why was she folding so easily to someone that ghosted her for four years? She didn’t know. 

Winter removed her hands from the sink and approached the taller one, keeping a distance.

“Missed Minjeong so bad that you couldn’t think of a reply to her countless messages for four fucking years, l/n?”

“Guess you can say that,” Producer shrugged leaning against the door frame with a smirk as the idol scoffed at her audacity.

“Don’t bullshit me”

“Fine, then let’s say your company knew our little relationship, didn’t want me to debut with you guys and I didn’t wanna debut either so we came to a mutual agreement.”

Winter couldn’t believe her ears. She knew y/n like the back of her hand and she could always tell if she was lying by the way she avoided eye contact, or how she fidgeted with her hair or body part, but this time it was none.

“So that’s it then? I was just a ‘mutual agreement’ for you?”

y/n reached out her hand, trying to run her hand through blonde hair, like she would when Winter needed comfort after a long day of training. But she was four years late to comfort her, four years late to tell her ‘you can do this’, so of course, the idol refused and slapped her hand away.

“Hey now,”

“No, y/n. You can’t just show up in my life that I worked so hard to build and keep it after you just..-” she was tearing up, the lump in her throat was holding her back. y/n always knew how to crumble the walls she built. Like when y/n just effortlessly got a confession out of her and started dating just like that. Her wall was long crumbled when she breathed her scent after four years.

“I get it Minjeong, I do, why do you think I kept my name hidden all this time? Because I wanted to be ‘mysterious’? Bullshit. It was the only way SM would take me, not knowing me. The 88rising team has been going feral, trying to secretly set up a collab with you for me.-”

All Minjeong could do was watch the way y/n moved her lips up to her eyes, searching for a small bit of lie for her to point out and call her a liar but she couldn’t, older was sincere, which broke her even more.

“--I’m sorry for leaving you in this cruel industry, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me the most!”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Wha-”

And she felt the familiar cherry-flavored lips mixed with salty tears land on hers, shutting her instantly.

Winter’s lips moved against hers with an urgency that wasn’t just longing—it was pain, anger, and frustration all tangled together. It didn’t feel like out of love to y/n, but it didn’t matter her Minjeong was kissing her.

But as much as she wanted to melt into the kiss, into her, Y/n pulled back gently, resting her forehead against Winter’s. Her breath came out shaky as she whispered, “Jeongie…”

The younger girl opened her eyes, her gaze locking with Y/n’s. They were glassy and red, but there was still fire in them. “Don’t. Don’t say my name like that. Like you still care.”

Older wrapped her arm around her, resting her head now onto her shoulder, snuggling to her like a leach as younger didn’t pull her away, and going as far as wrapping her arms around her neck securing her.

“You know I do, Jeongie… I always cared,” she mumbled against the singer's neck.

“You wouldn’t leave me like that if you did, y/n…”

“Jeongie, you had your dreams and I was gonna hold you back, you know it. I was gonna hold back the star that shines on the stage today and I didn’t want that,”

Winter couldn’t think of anything. She was too drunk to hold her close, so she closed her eyes. So they stayed like this for a while, enjoying each other's embrace after four years of longing.

“You missed me, hm?”

“Missing you doesn’t mean I forgive you, y/n l/n,” Said the shorter one and pulled away from her, while keeping her hands on her shoulders.

“Tomorrow, don’t forget, we still have music to make,”

She said with a giggle and just ran out of the bathroom, causing y/n to laugh at her childish behavior.

“Jeongie!!” the producer chased after her as their running and laughter filled the SM ent building hallways, just like the old days.

Maybe there was still hope…

[marscantread7]

Idk if anyone's done this yet, but I'm thinking abt Camgirl!reader x Cameraman!Xavier-- MDNI

Basically, u started this as a way to pay for school. U were struggling to find a job, and were really desperate, so u js did what u could. It started off w/ ur phone camera and really poor sound quality as u didn't have a mic and ur headphones were really cheap, so their mic js wouldn't make the cut.

U truly didn't expect the video of u fucking urself on some cheap dildo to go viral... like, what...? The comments weren't too specific either. Some people really liked ur moans, others liked how u talked urself through it, a lot of people commented on how sensitive u were and they really liked it. U truly don't know what boosted it, but hey! Ur bank account wasn't complaining.

U were able to get a really nice camera and a mic after that. And a much better sex toy collection. U turned ur spare bedroom into a streaming/recording room bc that's another thing. U were popular enough to do livestreams now, yay! Things were going so well for u, it was great.

Eventually, u got bored of it. I mean, it was fun, u tried new things and even got to do a few collabs w/ some friends u made in the community. That really boosted ur popularity too. And now u were one of the biggest names in the industry, it was really nice... but u wish ur content was more... interactive. More creative... and that's when u decided to do a deep dive on cameramen.

U have seen streams w/ cameramen, where they played the pov of the viewer, and u really wanted that. After 2 weeks of doing countless interviews and research, u found the perfect match. He wasn't too outgoing, very shy, but u saw his work. The camera work was fucking beautiful. His editing brought tears to ur eyes, and it was js so immersive. His way of storytelling was js so inspiring.

U guys got along well. His name was Xavier, and u guys actually went to the same university. He was a film major compared to ur Comp Sci major, so it makes sense why u guys never ran into e/o. He's taken up small roles as a director, and said he wants to be a big name in the industry one day, but this would be a nice opportunity to really test out his skills.

It started out simple. U guys would come up w/ stories together, test out how it would work, and then execute it. It was a process, but u guys worked really well together.

It took a while for u guys to actually get physical w/ e/o though. The povs first started off w/ no physical interaction with e/o. Xavier would js talk and command u. U would js caption the videos as, "Angry bf commands u as u ride dildo" "Mean professor disciplines student w/ remote controlled vibrator" all that corny shit. It worked though. Ur viewers loved it, and these types of videos actually seemed to bring in a new audience.

It wasn't until one day, when u guys were coming up w/ the next storyline, Xavier shyly brought up u riding his shoe or thigh for a video. U were confused bc u guys have never been physical, and u were fine w/ that, but why the sudden interest? He quickly stuttered out that he thinks u guys should try smth new and more physically interactive to really immerse the viewers. Js no actual sex, and u readily agreed.

And that's how ur newest, and most recent content started. U never intended to make this a full time job, but it seems that's what happened. When u told this to Xavier, u expressed that u were fine w/ finding a new cameraman bc u knew this wasn't a lifelong commitment for him, but he said he didn't mind this being a full time job. U pay him well enough, probably more than u should, and he really enjoys working w/ u. From there, u guys became more than js coworkers.

U started to meet up outside of planning different videos, getting lunch together, going to museums together. U guys started to casually text and call, it was nice. Really nice. U found urself starting to really enjoy his company, truly. He was nice, sweet, understanding, and caring. He was so smart too, sometimes u couldn't help but feel like u were holding him back.

Imagine ur shock when one day, he shows up to ur place unannounced. Hm? U guys didn't have any plans for videos today, weird. Js as u open the door, he slams into u, capturing ur lips in a searing kiss, confessing to u immediately after. He's in love w/ u, and he's always been in love w/ u, and he loves being w/ u, and he loves working w/ u, he's glad to have met u all those years ago, and grow w/ u, and he really wants to be more than coworkers and friends. Wow! What a lot...

If I was evil, I'd make this angsty, however I'm not evil and I hate angst, so yippee! U accept his feelings and tell him u feel the same. Which leads into yet again, another change in ur content.

Ur videos r really interactive now. Sucking on Xavier's thumb as he fucks into u, muttering abt how ur such a good girl and he loves fucking u. Or ur on all fours as Xavier fingers u, telling u to accept ur punishment for being such a bad, puppy (he really loved the puppy x master roleplay... FREAK🫵🏾). Ur viewers loved it, and u shot up to the number one camgirl. Ur solo live streams now became duos, Xavier keeping his face out of frame as he touched u to completion, fucking a dildo in and out of u, or js teasing ur clit as u came over and over again, covering his long fingers in ur slick and cum.

U guys really made a great team, eventually moving in together and announcing ur relationship, hoping that would lessen the confessions in ur inbox. Xavier still chose to keep his identity a secret to the world, but evb loved him regardless. "The camerman w/ the soft voice and big dick." is how ur followers constantly described him. It was hilarious to u.

Idk how to end this, so js pretend it's a really good conclusion and cheer.

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Uhm, happy birthday or smth idk. Js eat ur food man. Tried to do more fluff than smut and more story than smut, blah blah cutesy lovey dovey yadda yadda. I'll write it out fully one of these days, I'm tryna figure out what to cook up for V-day. Hope evb enjoys though.

@deadbydad-talks-ships @scarasdarling tag cause u guys commented.

[sh4nksslvt]

Hi! Hope you have a nice day. If it's okay with you, may i request something for the charming firefly, ace?

Something like ace is vv oblivious to the reader's flirting, just thinking everything just a coincidence, like their seat on the dining table are next to each other, or when he's thirsty or hungry, the reader will always have a drink or snack/food ready. While actually it's happening because of the reader and their observations.

Sorry if it's too long, thanks for your time for reading this! (Completely okay if you're not ok with writing this, i just wanna say thank you)

a/n: wahh! thiss is soo cutee! hope u like thiss ><

Clueless Hearts and Full Plates

Ace doesn’t realize the reader’s affection is behind every perfect coincidence—until one finally clicks.

Ace X gn! reader

tags: fluff, sfw, flirting, ooc, ace being oblivious

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1.1k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

It was always a coincidence.

At least, that’s what Ace thought.

Every meal, every shared moment, every little “accident” that placed you beside him was chalked up to fate, luck, or the universe just being weirdly nice to him that day.

Like this morning.

The Moby Dick rocked gently with the waves, and the crew had begun their daily scramble to the galley. Ace, still half-asleep with bedhead and one sandal barely on, made his way to the table. As usual, the crew’s chatter filled the room with the kind of loud, familial chaos only the Whitebeard Pirates could manage.

And, also as usual, the seat beside you was the only one open.

“Hey,” Ace greeted, plopping down with a yawn and no suspicion.

“Morning,” you replied, already pushing a glass of orange juice in his direction without a second thought.

He blinked. “Whoa, you read my mind. I was just thinking I was thirsty.”

You smiled. “Coincidence, I guess.”

Ace grinned, utterly unaware of how long you’d been keeping track of the way he always reached for juice in the morning, never coffee, never water. Just juice. Always.

After a minute, he added, “Also kinda hungry… I forgot to grab a roll or somethin’.”

You wordlessly slid a small plate of warm bread and butter closer to him.

He gasped, delighted. “Seriously, you’re magic! You always have just what I need!”

You bit your lip to hide the fond curve of your smile. “Lucky timing, huh?”

Lucky timing.

That’s what he called it the other day when he tripped coming down the deck stairs and nearly face-planted—only to find your hand catching him in time. It’s what he called it when he accidentally left his hat on the upper deck and you “just so happened” to come by with it a few minutes later.

You didn’t mind. Not really.

It was kind of… endearing. In an Ace-way. He wasn't cold or careless—he just genuinely didn’t see it. The thought that you might be observing him, remembering the things he liked, and subtly trying to show him how much you cared? It never even crossed his mind.

You watched as he messily buttered a piece of bread, crumbs falling on the table. He looked content, humming a tune and swinging his feet like a child in a giant’s chair. And when he caught you watching, he gave you a bright smile—one so open and warm it made your stomach flutter.

“Y’know,” he mumbled around a bite, “you’re always around. It’s kinda nice.”

“Kinda?” you teased.

He nodded, mouth still full. “Mm-hmm. Like, comfy.”

The word hit somewhere soft in your chest. He didn’t even realize he was flirting back.

Later that day, a few of the crew were setting up for poker in the corner, but you were more interested in the commotion coming from the training area. You leaned against the railing, watching Ace spar with Marco. He was shirtless, flames licking at his fingertips as he dodged and laughed, clearly having fun.

Your gaze lingered on him. How could it not? He was strong, fast, alive with every movement.

And when he collapsed on the deck in dramatic defeat—Marco having pinned him with a blue-flamed armbar—he wheezed out, “Water… I need water…”

By the time Marco released him, you were already at his side, bottle in hand.

“Holy crap,” Ace said between breaths. “You’re, like… everywhere.”

“I told you,” you said casually, helping him sit up. “Lucky timing.”

He chuckled, leaning back on his palms and chugging half the bottle. “At this point, I’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel or something.”

You raised a brow. “You think your guardian angel would watch you get elbowed into the deck before offering water?”

Ace grinned. “Gotta build character, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest was warm with something fond and frustrating. How could he be so oblivious?

The truth was, you noticed everything about him. The way he only got grumpy when he was too hot or too tired. How he always tried to hide his hiccups when he laughed too hard. How he made sure the youngest crewmates never felt left out during meals, even if it meant giving them the last piece of meat on his plate.

You didn’t just like him. You admired him.

So yeah, maybe you rearranged your seat every meal to end up next to him. Maybe you kept his favorite snacks in your jacket pockets during long shifts. Maybe you started carrying an extra bottle of water—just in case a certain fire fist decided to exhaust himself in a sparring match.

He never asked. You just… wanted to.

And he just… didn’t notice.

It wasn’t until one particular night, under the stars, that things finally shifted.

You were both sitting on the edge of the deck, feet dangling above the sea. Most of the crew was asleep or out of sight. Ace had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and you handed him a second one without saying a word.

“Man, it’s like you read my mind,” he said for the hundredth time.

You sighed softly. “Maybe your mind is just easy to read.”

He looked at you, puzzled. “Huh?”

You gave a small, nervous smile. “I mean… I always seem to know what you need, right? I guess I just pay attention.”

There was a pause. The kind of pause where your heart beats a little faster, wondering if maybe, finally, he might catch on.

Ace blinked. “Oh. So you’ve got like, observation haki or something?”

You stared at him.

Deadpan.

“…Yeah. Sure. Let’s call it that.”

He beamed. “That’s so cool!”

You dropped your face into your hands.

But then—something changed in his tone.

“…Wait.”

You peeked up through your fingers.

Ace’s smile was still there, but it was… slower. Thoughtful. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. Every juice, every meal, every seat, every snack.

And then, like someone lit a match under his brain, realization bloomed across his face.

“…Wait.”

You watched the faintest red spread over his cheeks. He sat straighter. “Are you—? Have you been—? This whole time—?”

You tilted your head, lips twitching. “You’re cute when you put the puzzle together.”

He gawked. “So it wasn’t just coincidences?!”

You snorted. “Ace, I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

And then he laughed. It was loud, a little embarrassed, but full of warmth.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“A lovable idiot,” you corrected, nudging his shoulder.

“…So does this mean,” he said slowly, “you like me? Like, like like?”

You raised a brow. “Only if you like me back.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to yours with a shy, crooked grin. “Well, now that I know… I’m definitely gonna start paying attention.”

You chuckled, nudging the bottle of water into his hand again. “Start with drinking water. Then we’ll work our way up to romance.”

Ace laughed, and this time, he didn’t call it luck.

[satoruhour]

i need jealous racer geto hes js so whudurieiw and the way u write about himm🤭🤭

LUVRGIRL

a/n: eeuuughh idk whether to like this or not but enjoy nonetheless !!! not so much of racing but the sentiment is there lol. previous part (lloromannic) here / @screampied @kizoken @t4kio @redskyvenus @mysugu @suguruplsr @slttygeto ✶

wc: 6.3k

warnings: racer!geto, soft dom!geto, fem!reader, sprinkle of fluff, pet names, praise, ldr, phone sex, masturbation (both f and m), fantasising, daisuke is being annoying again!!!!, sorta jealousy plot point, brief dry humping, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected p -> v sex, breeding / creampie kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

the next six months were torture, indefinitely. it was an endless heap of assignments, of deadlines, of long-distance calls with your love that you both were so close to booking flights of your own. university was brutal, too. on top of tuition fees and getting the materials for your classes, it was heart-wrenching to even look at the prices of the flights from your country to japan, so you bit down your pride and subjected yourself to settling for the long-distance arrangement.

“hey, baby,” geto mumbles sleepily and your frown deepens upon forgetting that tuesdays was where he slept early. you still had to call, though, but you realise it too late when he answers with that groggy, raspy voice of his. there’s some ruffling behind the call, no doubt the sounds of his bedsheets as he gets himself comfortable while you huddle at the small nook of your room that’s next to the window.

from here you can see the sun setting, a totally different story in japan where you can hear geto yawn and down a glass of water next to his bed.

“shit . . sorry su, i forgot—”

he scrambles to reassure you, awake and sat up, “no! no— no, it’s okay . .” you wince when you hear him yawn yet again, but this time he sounds a little more in the realm of consciousness. you’re unaware of the smile forming on his face just from hearing your voice, fidgety fingers squeezing and releasing the duvet over him, “what are you up to, my love?”

you hum into the phone and you’ve never wanted to backpack across the seven seas to see someone so bad before. now on month nine, your excitement’s become even more prominent at wanting to end the semester as soon as possible, willing your lips not to mutter out the arrangement you’ve been planning with his group of friends.

“just needed a break from studying for finals. i’m dying,” you lament over the line and your heart flutters at his chuckle, something you miss against your ears and skin immensely, “just wish you were here . .”

“yeah?” and you have to squeeze your eyes shut and rub your thighs together at the soft, rough yeah he mumbles out. you can imagine it too: sitting against his headboard half-naked while the duvet pools around his waist area. he’s sitting there like plaster sculpted by Monti while his hair flows around him. you almost squeal and your boyfriend only catches just the start of it.

“what? what was that?” he asks and your hand is clasped so hard over your mouth like a captor’s got your hostage, but you only let out a breath.

“n-nothing,” you laugh, picking yourself up from the nook and getting yourself comfortable in bed. it’s been a long day of studying, anyway, and your next exam isn’t until five days later. you could afford some downtime, right?

“but,” you sigh, turning on your side and sneakily slipping a hand into your pants, “my day’s boring. it’s all studyin’. why don’t you tell me what you did today, instead?” you can hear your parents already preparing dinner outside, but you press on and try to drain out the intrusive noises of cutlery and porcelain and the incessant calls of your mom to your dad for some help on the stove. 

“alright,” he drags the word out and laughs again, getting comfortable in his bed just like you do, but your end goals are entirely different, “but it is pretty boring as well. it was maintenance day today.”

“oh!” you remember him briefly mentioning that the other day — since halloween was approaching, there was bound to be more patrolling policemen around the streets and underground, so races had to be put on hold for the meantime. there was still other more secluded areas to race, but geto didn’t want to risk his Mazda being taken away nor for a stain to appear on his clean academic record.

“changing the crankshaft? i know the old one was giving you loads of trouble,” you mumble, feeling your cunt pulse and throb from the breathing you can hear over the line, “among . . other things.”

“yeah, my baby’s so smart for remembering, huh?” he praises, continuing to go on about his day. while it was merely taking-care-of-his-car day, it was still way more eventful than yours. he had went on a solo day out to your beloved café to relish in the good times, he had hung out with gojo for a while and drank some beer atop the mountain they frequented, even went out for some arcade fun.

“unfortunately—” geto’s low voice spurs you on. you’ve been lazily rubbing at your pussy, just humming into the phone while you only descend more and more into pleasure, “it’s taken a hole out of my allowance, i guess. my dad’s more generous with the parts that he gives me but at the same time i feel like he knows what i’m doing underground.”

he laughs and you fake a giggle, but your breaths are starting to get heavier with each sentence he utters, mind filling with flashbacks of how many ways he’s bent you over to fuck you, drunk on the phantom-like winds upon your ear that sound like he’s whispering all those filthy things to you. “and . . just missin’ my girl.”

“how’ve you been, baby?” he asks with a low voice, like he knows what you’re doing and the term of possession only has you sucking in a breath, fingers slip inside you after possibly a decade of teasing and you find it hard to answer. “darling?”

“y-yeah, ’m still here,” you pant out, afraid of being caught, but your voice quivers enough just for geto to catch on to what you were up to. he didn’t fault you, though (he never blames his girl), but there is a small smirk that forms on his face. he purposely lowers his voice even more, if it was possible, mirroring and mimicking your breathy tone when talking to him.

but with one hand that goes down to his pelvis, he doesn’t have to mimic you at all, hand palming languidly at his bulge. in the dead of the night, there wasn’t much need to keep his voice down in order to hear the pretty moans falling from your mouth; he does anyway.

it’s too shitty of a reception especially with your nokia’s, so he hears the artificial, metallic-like voice coming from his phone, but your sounds are just too lovely, transcending the robotic-ness of a phone call. and it’s like you’re actually there, smiling mischievously at him while stroking his cock and teasing him the way he liked to be teased.

“s-sugu?” you mumble, mind heading into the extremes and confident now that he’s just weirded out and silent, but it’s anything but that.

“yes, baby?” he hums, smiling to himself when he hears rustling over the phone and he can imagine you lifting your hips to remove your panties, tossing it somewhere across the room. “wanna tell me what you’re doin’?” 

you suck in a breath — so he knows — but suguru always knows everything so you’re whining into the receiver, pleasantly surprised when he replies with a deep groan that only makes you clench around nothing.

“that’s right . .” he drawls and you hear a soft thud over the line, and now you’re the one quieting your movements just to hear your boyfriend, the faint shlick shlick sounds of his hand along his cock. geto gasps when he squeezes his tip just like how you do it, pre-cum starting to leak. “need you h-here, doll . .”

you mewl softly and start the hand on your clit again, abandoning the tight hold around your phone just so you can use the other to slip your fingers into your warm cunt. it doesn’t even compare to the thickness and length of geto’s dick, but you have to work with what you have. with head turned toward the speaker, your boyfriend has gone non-verbal, too, moaning like a slut into the receiver.

“suguru, i’m— please . .” you whine softly, hips bucking into your hands, “doesn’t feel as g— good.”

geto coos inwardly at your needy voice, mouth falling open at his rock hard cock. it’s so hard that it hurts, left to merely fuck his fleshlight whenever he could and use his hand on other days. he missed your sweet fucking pussy so, so much, just picturing your beautiful arched back that lifts off the sheets and your shaking thighs. he imagines your perfect pout on your face as you finger yourself, unsatisfied, obviously, begging him with tugs to his hands and his eyes flutter close.

“i know, baby, and ’m sorry,” he mumbles, taking the nokia from his ear to put it right up to his relentless pumping and you swallow, the slick, wet sounds more clear now. “but you hear what ya do t’me, don’t you?”

“mhm . .” you trail off, thinking of his fat cock impaling you instead, and you follow his actions to a T, bringing it right to your sopping cunt and geto has to scrunch his already shut eyes just to wish that his hand was your pussy. your hand is getting tired, he’s sure, but you finger yourself so prettily his hand easily speeds up, giving his shaft periodic squeezes.

“so wet, suguu . .” you drag out his name, already feeling your high approach soon, but you want the both of you to cum together. “i miss you stretchin’ me out . .” a hiss from suguru, “i miss your cum spilling out of me.”

that has geto choking out a whine, “f—fuck, sweetheart, don’t say that. i do miss g-giving you all of my cum—”

the filthiness of everything contributes to all your senses, parents omitted from memory, your finals at the back of your mind and only focusing on the envelope that resides on your bedside table containing a plane ticket. in one week you’d be able to see him again — a sweet treat given to you by gojo and nanami with their combined expenses.

you didn’t even know how you could thank them and while nanami waves you off for any payback, gojo did say you could treat him to anything in that café. it was difficult not to be excited, a louder whine drawn from your throat again and he laughs breathlessly, voice down low and distraught.

“any particular reason w-why my girl’s so needy lately—?”

geto basically chokes out his question while you shake your head until you remember that he can’t see you, answering with a broken “no”.

you resist the urge to spill on the exact reason — your mind spiralling from the anticipation of meeting him, the many, many lewd memories you’ve made over six months, his just-woken-up voice — because he’d never let you live it down.

“c-close, suguru—” your thighs are squeezed tight around your tired hand, sensitive from the immense overstimulation, “’m g’nna cum soon—!”

“me too, my love,” geto’s eyes are back open, trained on his cock and watching the sheer neediness shown in his weeping tip and bucking hips. he needs this, he needs you, and once you’re submitting your final paper, he’s sure to look at flights right to your doorstep.

“i’m c—” you’re whining out, body totally turned over and lying on your stomach as you chase your high, fuelled by the deep guttural groans of your boyfriend. your lips and mind are only filled with suguru, suguru, suguru, not even caring that your sheets are soaked and your fingers are cramping.

“baby, baby, baaaby . . s—shit—” geto reaches his release first, mind filled with replenished memories of your tight pussy hugging his cock, spurts of white spilling all over himself with a loud groan and you’re left to listen out for the desperate sounds of your boyfriend miles away, lengthening his climax as he continues to pump himself. “cum all over your fingers, doll . .”

suguru coaxes in that sweet voice of his, mumbling deep into the phone only for you. “doing so, so good, aren’t ya?” the quietness on his end, the slow lazy stroking of his hand again, and you’re cumming all over your fingers, eyes blown wide from the orgasm that he talks you through while you ride it out on your mediocre fingers. your mouth is stained with endless profanities and moans mixed with geto’s name, muffled by the bedsheets you’re so harshly biting into to prevent any loud, unbecoming sounds.

“that good?” he asks with a laugh, yawning yet again and you feel guilty again—

“i’m sorry, s—”

“no. don’t, doll, don’t apologise,” suguru brushes his thumb over his thigh, partially wiping off the cum and partially hoping he can relax the furrow of your brow like he always does. “you’re frowning and your shoulders are up, probably, relax . .”

you sigh, another thing that geto values a lot and has taught to you; deep breaths and untensing all parts of your body.

“good girl, was that good?”

“the phone sex or the deep breaths?”

geto grins. god, he missed you so fucking much — “both.”

“both was very good, thank you very much,” you giggle, not paying much mind to the way you remove your fingers from your cunt, turning over to the bedside table to take some tissues, “although the sex was a little better.”

“aw, no wins for the intense, groundbreaking, spirit-calming deep breaths?”

you shake your head (you’ve got to stop doing that), “ehh . . it was alright.”

geto’s reluctant sleepiness grants you a few more minutes together, his words starting to slur more and more the longer you were on the line, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy it. with fatigue came the words laced with unhindered affection, murmuring softly about hoping to see you soon, to feel you, to kiss you, and you expressed the same sentiment back to him.

the other switches the output to speaker, wanting to take in the messily taken profile pic he set your contact with. a blurred, blinding smile with his face squished against yours; a little below the two of you, berry and cherry clutched within your palms, doing the same. “can my girl do her best for her finals?”

“i can’t promise the best, but i’ll try . . okay?”

geto hums, a soft smile on his face. he’s cleaned up by now, new sweatpants on and duvet pulled right to his neck while he stares at your face, the pixels of the nokia never diluting your beauty.

“attagirl. have a good dinner, lovergirl.”

that knocks some breath out of you, and you grin like a schoolgirl.

“have a goodnight’s sleep, loverboy.”

you bounce on your heels impatiently when the plane finally lands, waiting for the throngs of people on the flight to leave through the bridge, but it’s taking ages, speed walking once you’re out. you wanted to be the first at the luggage conveyor belt, you needed to be the first passenger of your flight to be out of the arrival doors.

without the rush of the people and the striking colours of your boyfriend’s friends’ hair colours, it wasn’t too difficult to run up to them for a big hug.

“(y/n)~!” gojo drags out your name, waving you over excitedly and bringing the both of you into a group hug. nanami is adamant on being the ever broody racer, but you catch the ghost of a smile when he wraps a careful arm around your shoulders.

“how was the flight, (y/n)?” the blonde’s firm but concerned voice cuts through the chaos of the white-haired man.

“don’t ask lame questions like thaaaat, nanami! you’ll just bore me—” and a resounding smack! is then heard, and gojo’s clutching the back of his head in pain, the other taking the opportunity to lead you away from gojo’s antics and offering to help with your luggages. without words, nanami already feels your nervousness, patting your back in solidarity.

“hey— hey! oi!”

gojo slams the door to his car. “okay, we’ve painstakingly tried to hold suguru back whenever he was about to book flights—” gojo mentions in the car on the ride there, taking way too quick turns for your liking with your luggage going to town in the trunk. its thumps against the roof and sides always seem to interrupt the conversation with the white-haired man, but he seemed too much in a hurry to care. “think it was almost eight separate times!”

“thank you— ah!” you almost lurch forward at the amber light, but gojo decided at the last minute that he was just going to run it — braking then speeding it up all over again.

“you know, for a racer, you’re a terrible civilian driver . .” you groan once you reach the mouth of the familiar car park that you frequented in your six months in japan, but now that gojo’s easily manoeuvres the car to a slow, the adrenaline of the fast drive changes into something of dread, of a dizzying feeling.

what if suguru didn’t want to see you anymore? what if he already booked himself a flight and was nowhere to be found? what if he’s cheat—

your hands are clammy, not even present to how gojo calls out from you from the driver’s seat. cautiously, he’s putting a hand on your shoulder (because god forbid gojo touched anything of suguru’s, both Mazda and girlfriend), and shaking you out of your daze.

you catch glimpses of his sentences: “all  . . talks about . . trust . . no girl has . .” but you stop his rambling with frantic slaps to his shoulder. you know you shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions but it’s hard not to when the scene is clear as day. suguru is never one to cheat — from the six months you’ve known him, from the many calls and check-ins the two of you do over the line.

defying time zones, fighting fatigue . . for this?

but you know better to list your lover as the instigator, especially from how this other girl was just hovering all over his Mazda, sticking her ass out and trailing her hand all over his finishing. that was one thing — but geto isn’t making any move to shove her off, only looking at her through hooded lids that could definitely drive anyone off. she wasn’t affected, though.

you’re not listening to gojo even when you step out of the car, already used to the curious eyes that rake over you and your figure — curiosity turns into recognition and then shock when they see how your boyfriend acts, but before you can actually make your way toward them, another man sidles up to you.

oh my god, it’s daisuke. you sigh loudly, knowing how gojo had dealt with him before and how much of an asshole he is, but all he does is look you up and down, not giving one fuck to how the subject of his embarrassment was sitting right in the driver’s seat.

“hey, babygirl.” you want to vomit from that one greeting alone, but you try not to pay him much mind. “what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ out here?”

“don’t your sorry ass have a girlfriend?” daisuke doesn’t even begin to digest the insult, and you think that he’s a masochist with how much he sets himself up for getting insulted, but then the girl’s eyes meet yours — she’s in his pictures, she’s in his wallet, you’ve seen her when this loser beside you blatantly brags about his girl. you’d feel sorry for her but it seems she’s as stupid as him.

they’re exactly that — realising you just walked yourself into one big jealousy scheme planned by the biggest jokers of the underground racing scene, your suspicions are confirmed when his eyes are also locked on his girlfriend with your boyfriend of all people, making sure she sees that he’s all up in your space. she’s doing the same, but when she actually tries to touch him is when geto finally does something, and the jealous burn in your heart quells a bit.

geto’s too smart to be mingling around with her, you hope, when you hear him mutter something to her and you smile to yourself when she cowers under his stare and words.

“you touch my fuckin’ car one more time and i’m sure to drive both you and your loser boyfriend, out of here forever. you can take your clown asses to another parking lot and race there and then i won’t have to see your faces any more,” his hold around his wrist isn’t harsh, but it is firm, and he prevents her from leaving until she gets his message, “plus i have a girl i’m obsessed with. take your lame jealous charade somewhere else and maybe go to couples’ therapy. you two clearly need it.”

and when she looks at you again — you think it’s how your identity settles in her mind — she yelps and finally runs away at the daggers you give, not even sparing a glance to daisuke who’s carefully scooching closer to you. but just as he tries to wrap his arm around your waist, your eyes catch suguru’s.

his eyes soften for just a moment; it was just like the café. his palms turn sweaty and he feels like he could collapse — but now you’re looking just a little different. he wasn’t sure if it was because of your hair or the tiredness from exams, but you’re still as stunning as the day he led you out of the parking lot.

geto cannot resist giving you a big grin, but it quickly fades when his gaze falls on daisuke beside you and a scowl appears. and while your body’s already distancing yourself from the man’s crusty ass lips, you feel a throb go right down to your core when the same annoyed glower forms across his features: eyebrows pulled taut, long strides, muscles bulging in the wifebeater he’s got on.

six months away from your man has clearly done things to you.

with one smooth swoop, geto has you pulled flush against him, not even looking as he uses his free hand to grab at daisuke’s neckline before he leans in to kiss you. it’s admittedly a little embarrassing, cause your body reacts so readily to him, tits pressed against his chest while your fingers tangle themselves in his long hair. he tastes like cigarettes and cherries like always and you moan softly into his mouth when his hands wander right down to your ass to give it a squeeze.

“satoru’s not very good at hiding secrets, unfortunately,” geto spills and you pout, surprise ruined by the loud mouth of his friend, but before he gives you his undivided attention, he tugs daisuke closer, roughly. “but that don’t mean i ain’t happy to see ya, baby.”

geto laughs at your flustered state, until his expression darkens again — “you have a lot of nerve touching my girl.”

“I—i didn’t! she was basically begging for me to touch her.”

“don’t you—”

“p-plus! my girl was all up over you too, so i thought i’d give her a little lovin’—”

geto almost smashes his jaw in. either way, he lands a clean punch to his face that has daisuke writhing on the floor, clutching his mouth in pain but that doesn’t deter daisuke one bit who sits up . . and then is immediately beaten down again with a boot to his chest. your boyfriend leans down and looks him straight in the eye.

“i’m cancelling my race just so i can make my girl scream my name loud enough for you, because you could never fuck her or anyone that good with your shit dick game,” geto scoffs, “and forget girls, you can’t even win enough races to rise up the ranks. you’ve embarrassed yourself enough, don’t you think?”

suguru doesn’t bother waiting for an answer, only ushering you toward his Mazda parked in the familiar corner, easily shooting a text to gojo to cancel the race as he mentioned just so he could . .

with windows down, you relish again in the tokyo night air, the hand that you miss so much on your thigh, the alluring voice he’s speaking to you in, the beauty of geto suguru. everything looked the same since you left, from the photos he’s put up on the dashboard, the berry keychain hanging from the rear view mirror, the outer orange coating of his car.

“i—”

“i’m sorry, my love,” suguru leaps forward to apologise, stopping the car abruptly. you’ve already reached your destination but, it seems he wants to say something first.

“why are you apologising?”

he frowns, bringing his hand to cradle your cheek. easily, you’re leaning into the touch, closing your eyes. “for ruining the surprise, for that stupid fight with daisuke, for letting my emotions take over.”

you mirror him, features also deepening in somberness. “you didn’t do anything — if anything, you were a victim of his girlfriend too. but . . seeing her be all over you, made me think the worst after not seeing you for six months.”

geto’s eyes soften yet again (he simply can’t help it around you), using both hands to hold you, now, and you float into his arms like a feather, like he’s in command. you let him guide you into the driver’s seat, faces so close and just hoping to touch after so many months apart.

“i . . i love you,” he swallows, brushing the hair from your face. you find that he’s shaking and breathing so heavily you’d think he was hyperventilating, but he gathers courage on a deep breath and continues, “i have since you left. right after, i went home to cry.”

“oh . .” your lip juts out, eyebrows downturned and eyes filling just a little, “oh, sugu . .”

“i just have always wanted to say it, i guess,” he chuckles, sniffling to hide his true emotions, “i just didn’t know whether i should say it over the phone where it would sound cheap; b-but, you don’t have to say it back, of course—”

you smile through tears, pressing a peck to his forehead in gratitude, “it wouldn’t sound like it to me, but i appreciate you waiting until i returned,” geto relishes in your lips upon his skin again, and he doesn’t think he could survive another day, another minute, another second without you, “i have, too, but i’m not sure when. it definitely includes the time you set alarms to wake me up for exams, though.”

he laughs freely at the memory now, of alarms interrupting his dinners and his parents asking “another call?”, but they let him do whatever, happy to hear their boy joking and laughing over the call with his mystery partner. you giggle, using your thumbs to wipe away the tears that did fall, letting the interior fluorescent light of the Mazda illuminate the features you love so much, all belonging to the man you pined over from many miles away.

“i love you too, suguru — stumbling into that random car park was the best thing i’ve ever done.”

“well, it might’ve not turned out as well if some other group had gotten to you first,” his thumb plays with your bottom lip and brings you to him, “’m just glad i got to ya in time . .”

“yeah? what if you didn’t at all?”

“then i would’ve made sure i’d find you in any way that i can, even if i had to beat up a thousand daisukes.”

that makes you giggle at little, a sliver of eye contact shared with your lover before he engulfs you in a rough kiss and your moan reaches the heavens, body so sensitive from being away from his touch that you jolt when he wraps an arm around your waist. 

“relax, baby,” geto chuckles, speaking against your lips, “take it slow.”

“but i don’t wanna . .” you whine softly, clinging to him in surprise when he pulls a lever next to his seat and the backrest falls all the way down.

“ah!” you grin, “new mod?”

suguru barks out in laughter, “ya caught me. i got it modified yesterday.”

“so you could do dirty things like this?”

he rolls his eyes with a blinding smile, just so, so happy he’s got you back in his arms again, “exactly that.”

the other willingly shows you just what the modification can take, both hands spread out on your ass and pulling you onto his crotch. your core already feels the half-hard bulge under him, using your hips to grind down even more along him. everything feels like too much, after so long away from him that you already feel your high approaching from simply grinding your clit against him and he teases.

“you g’nna cum, already?” he grins slyly, suddenly moving his hips to meet yours that has a broken mewl leaving your throat.

“b—been too long away from you . .” you admit a little sheepishly, using his shirt as an anchor while you continue to grind your cunt into his front, only your panties and his trousers separating the contact of skin. but with how your body jerks in pleasure, you’d think there was nothing between the both of you. “i need you, quick.”

geto says nothing but help you with small pants, the backlighting from the headlines accentuating your figure so nicely that he grunts out your name in between swears, soon stuttering your syllables once he feels you still on his lap with arched back and throbbing cunt. he can feel you, feel you squeezing around him even when he wasn’t in you.

“guess your fingers were pretty crap, h-huh?” massaging your sides, you hum in disapproval at his cheeky smirk, hoping to change that when he lets you do whatever: you pull him up by his shirt and open the door to his car, pushing at him to get out. you don’t day anything and he already knows what you want when you spread your legs, biting his lip at the wet patch on the pretty set you decided to don.

and even with witnessing this sight over and over, you’re never used to the way geto worships you, reveres you, when he kneels down on straight gravel. he doesn’t care if his pants are littered with small specks of dust and dirt, whether he knees start to hurt, but he only has his eyes set on your alluring cunt, finger delicate when he pulls your panties to the side but just brutal when his mouth meets your clit.

“su— s-shit—!” is all you can manage, hearing the other breathe through his nose once his mouth latches on your pussy. it’s something that he hasn’t tasted since long ago, and he’d be damned to let you go again, so he takes the opportunity to savour your arousal, switching between flicking and sucking on your clit like a starved man.

“she tastes so fuckin’ good hmmff—” his eyes meet yours and he feels you squeeze around nothing, making a show of letting you watch how his tongue circles your bud, down to your hole and up again, slurping up your juices sloppily. “i hope this pussy’s missed me as much as i missed her, yeah?”

“y-yeah . .” you moan out softly, legs moving apart more to get more of him, pelvis humping against his face so much that he has to hold it down with a hand. your pre is dripping all over his leather seats and onto the floor, but he makes sure not to spill any more from the way he scoops it up and prods at your entrance. 

“let your pussy do the talkin’, baby,” he mumbles drunkenly, pushing in a finger past your walls and the stretch is already so much better than your own. your jaw hangs open in ecstasy, body already bucking and craving for more when he pushes his thicker finger all the way in and it’s no problem for geto to slip the other in, “she’s sucking me in so well, can she do this to my cock too? hm?”

wordlessly, you’re nodding, catching a whisper of good girl before he’s back on your sopping pussy, sucking up and swallowing all of your arousal that it’s downright filthy, the noises echoing throughout the space. geto doesn’t waste any time pumping his digits, moving them in tandem with his tongue.

“s—suguru . .” you whine, struggling to keep your eyes open from the sheer pleasure, and you’re met with the vision that you can never get enough of — your racer boyfriend’s tongue out, hooded lids and soaked chin — and he grants you a little more of euphoria, groaning loudly into your pussy. with each minute, he’s only getting harder, unbelievably so, so your fantasy cut short when he removes his fingers and mouth with a pop! and laughs at your needy whine.

“you’ve been away too long, come,” geto stands to give you a kiss first, letting you taste yourself, “i need to be in you, darlin’.” 

and so when he first slips in, it feels like heaven on earth, his leaking tip nudging past your folds and right into your warm cunt that he whines so loudly, long hair falling all about his face and body. you’re not different, nails digging in his skin at the stretch that you’ve missed, cock so much longer and thicker than your fingers.

“t-this is better than any fleshlight, fuuckk . .” he mutters to himself, one hand holding your ankle up and the other holding your bent knee. he’s hoping the modification he made to his car wouldn’t give up on him, because he knows he won’t be able to hold back once you’ve adjusted. but when you start moving earlier than he expects, he doesn’t give you the chance, slamming right up to the hilt until you’re shivering and clenching around him.

“g—god, r-right there, sugu—” you preen, nothing but incoherent and repeated sentences mumbled by you over and over, “feels s’full . .”

“y-yeah? tha’ it?” you don’t need the shitty light of the abandoned parking lot to make you look beautiful, you’re doing it all on your own when your body arches towards him and your legs shiver in his hold, catching glimpses of just how wet you were — juices smeared along your inner thighs, a clear sheen of it along his length, all thanks to the lighting. “so sloppy, huh . . listen to ’er.”

geto emphasises his thrust, in, out, and in, out, just for you to hear your dripping pussy dragging along his shaft, one of the things of yours that makes him go insane. 

“all because of you,” you babble mindlessly, fingers expressing your need for him and he listens like he always does, body hovering over yours just to kiss you and because of that he’s thrusting all the more deeper into you as you break the kiss with a loud moan. geto laughs against your lips, hips making quick work to make sure he stays in his new angle, and he’s rewarded with your lewd pleas for him.

he’s ramming into you so perfectly, mushroom tip just barely brushing against your cervix each time that it has your mouth permanently open in pure pleasure.

“well . . you’re the only doll to get me hard and needy like this . .” he chuckles again, kissing down your neck to make sure you get blue and black into your skin, “and i fuckin’ love her for it.”

with a shaky hand you pull on his ruined ponytail, “s-say it again.”

“i love you,” suguru almost whispers, afraid of breaking the silence.

“again . .”

“i love you, sweetheart,” that makes you bend into his hold, undoubtedly.

“again, suguru—”

his hips are relentless, still moving even through his pussydrunk confessions, “i love you— i-i love you, i love you. so, goddamn, much— s-shiiit . .”

“m-me too, su . . i love you— i—” your arms trap him, circling around his neck and making sure he stays close to you and he pushes on your knees more, fat cock fucking into you in a more open mating press, knowing you’re close by how your toes curl and your stomach contracts, by how your pussy flutters around his mouth and soft needy sighs turn into wanton moans. he’s got you mapped out, memorised, all from his devotion to you.

“i know, baby, you’re close, y—yeah?”

he feels you nod, thighs starting to burn from the position but while your pussy keeps sucking him in, he’s sure to continue to slam into you, making sure all four walls of the parking lot hear the obscene sounds of his balls slapping against your ass.

“c’mon, cum with me, princess,” he murmurs, lightheaded with the tightness and warmth of your pussy. it’s a wonder he hasn’t cummed already, sneaking one hand in between your bodies to rub at your clit. your moans are rendered inaudible, only managing pathetic squeaks before you’re tipped over the edge and you’re whimpering so loudly into his car, cum dripping down and out your cunt and right to your ass.

your pussy flutters with geto’s continued thrusts, prompting him to reach his release right after with a deep groan, hips stuttering in your sensitive pussy until he’s spilling his load, white and hot. it’s just so, so goddamn much, stuffing your hole full of his cum that it has no choice to spill and dribble out when he removes his cock, the sight just so mesmerising to him.

“p—please,” your energy is far from used up, turning your body over just so you can present your ass to him. face squished into the driver’s seat, you use both hands to spread your cum-filled pussy, just asking for more and geto only smiles with a certain lilt in his voice. “need more, suguru . .”

“that’s my lovergirl.”

[facefullofsadness]

pussy-drunk!purinz relieve your stress

roommate!purinz x reader, university!au

smut, 1.4k wc

for the lovely @strawbsj whose bday is todayyy!!! sorry if it's not that great jwannie bestie, it's VERY MUCH RUSHED n barely proofread (might fix later on), but I wanted to give u something today and what's better than purinz eating u out as a gift! (and I'm so sorry it's late ajhfsjgd)

your finals are coming up and wow, is it stressful. I mean it's evident in the distressed faces of your fellow classmates roaming the campus, rushing to the local cafes and library to squeeze in every single bit of study time they can so they don't fail. and you've been no different, hiding away in your room, slaving away at ur notebook with your head in your textbooks and a laptop in front of you.

your roommates yunjin and chaewon are completely chill honestly, they're already done with their projects they need to turn in and have no written exams, having chosen arts majors. they pity you, feeling bad sitting on the living room couch, staring at your closed door, wondering if you're even alive since they can barely hear any noise coming from your room.

having chosen a more studious major than your roommates always meant you were working hard at all times while they were js kinda there? they would always try to help you by making u food, getting you water, doing the chores for you, checking up on you, being sweet and all that. but after hours, 12 to be exact, of you studying, they thought that was enough, you desperately needed A FUCKING BREAK.

you were so zoned in on your work that u didn't hear the door creak open. ur study playlist played softly in the background as u jump, feeling hands land on ur bare shoulders. you blink away from your notes and look up at the concerned looking chaewon looking down at you.

"y/n-ie, that's enough..." her voice was almost a whisper, laced with worry.

"seriously, you've been at this for the entire day, take a break, eat properly, SLEEP?" yunjin reiterates behind her, form slowly coming into view.

you sigh out, leaning back against chaewon's relaxing massage on your shoulders. u didn't realize how exhausted you were until you stopped what u were doing, legs restless, eyes twitching, fingers sore, back hurting.

"I'm just really stressed and worried about this guys," you reply back.

"we know, but killing yourself over this isn't gonna help cutie," the taller girl shifts to move in front of you, closing your laptop and books, holding your worn out hands with her own.

"I don't know how to NOT overwork myself, you guys know that..."

the two girls exchange a look before looking back down at you.

"yeah, so let us help you," chaewon leans into your ear and sighs against it.

you feel a chill run down your spine and suddenly your hands turn clammy in yunjin's hold, the girl in front of you looking down at you with sweet but dark eyes.

"w-what?" you nervously ask.

"shhhh, let us do the work baby," chaewon's lips ghost the skin on your neck before placing deep wet kisses on them.

you immediately whimper at the sensation, throwing your head back against her shoulder. you grip yunjin's hands tighter, eyes closing at how good the short haired girl's mouth felt on you. u didn't even continue to question what was happening anymore, everything feeling too good to care and the exhaustion hitting you too hard to resist.

you hear rustling from in front of you amidst the wet noises next to your ear, feeling your bottoms fall to the ground and legs shift apart. u widen your eyes at the girl between your legs, placing sweet kisses against your thighs.

"jen-" you begin before she interrupts you.

"don't try to stop it, just relax," yunjin mumbles against your skin before dragging her tongue across your already leaking slit.

"fuckkkkkk," you moan out, the sensations tingling against your body intensely.

you lace both your hands into their hair separately, holding chaewon's head against your neck and yunjin's head against your pussy. their mouths moved so deliciously against your body, making your back arch in your shitty uncomfy dorm room chair.

you feel yunjin's strong hands grip your thighs apart firmly, making sure u couldn't close them, forcing you to take all of her pleasure. chaewon's hands occupied themselves as well, slipping up your tight-fitting tank top, thumbs circling your hardened nipples.

"you like that, sweet thing? does yunnie's tongue feel good lapping at your pussy? like how I just pincchhhh your little nips?" she emphasizes her words as her actions obeyed her command.

"chaewonnie ahh~!" you mewl, thrashing your head around at the stimulation.

yunjin's tongue was so deep inside of you, moving extremely expertly against your clenching walls, her nose rubbing your clit rhythmically. chaewon's mouth kept leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck, shoulders, jaw, and chest, even leaning over to reach it and leave marks. her fingers were so aggressive, never letting your nipples take a break.

it felt so fucking good. your mind was completely clouded with lust as the two girls fucked you for their own pleasure, addicted to the way your body reacted to each and every one of their touches. your grips on them tightened as every thrust of yunjin's tongue hit that delicious spot within you, chaewon's panting against your ear heightening your already overwhelming pleasure.

with the deep groan of yunjin's mouth against your cunt, the vibrations sent you into a blinding orgasm, a series of high pitched whines and whimpers leaking from your lips, back arching off the chair completely. your moans filled the girls' ears, filling them with more lust and desire than ever.

your body collapsed against the chair again as you released deep breaths through the aftermath of your climax. suddenly, you're being pulled up and thrown gently against your plush mattress, feeling your legs forced open once again.

you panic and pry your eyes wide open, looking down at chaewon now between your trembling thighs. "chae, wait wait- fuck!"

she ignores your cries as her tongue laps at the cum you released from your last orgasm, sucking and slurping your sensitive pussy lips. whimpers leak from you as her mouth forces her way around your cunt. you try pushing her head away from your center but your efforts fail as yunjin comes behind you, resting your body against her chest and effectively holding your hands behind your back.

"nuh-uh babe, don't even think about stopping this. just relax..." she breathes out against your ear before turning to capture your mouth with her own.

she kisses you breathlessly, taking the oxygen from your lungs. your whines are completely drowned out by the tongue being shoved down your throat, choking on yunjin's and your own combined spit, the sounds of chaewon's slurping under you making your eyes roll back.

your abused clit throbs and hole clenches around chaewon's greedy tongue, unable to thrash really at all due to the two girls forcing your body to move as they want. the pleasure was way too much, your body couldn't stop jerking at every single swipe of the girls' tongues against you. it almost hurt, how much arousal brewed in your stomach, just anticipating exploding.

yunjin finally releases your mouth and you immediately let out heaving breaths against her lips, tears welling up in your eyes at the sensations crawling across your body.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck..." you chant against yunjin, her holding you against her chest, caressing your skin.

"shhhh, you're okay doll," she coos.

"I... can't, no more," you start sobbing.

"don't resist, just feel..." yunjin kisses across your face.

"cumming, cumming!" you announce with an incomplete cry, ur voice cracking as you yelp helplessly, legs and body shaking uncontrollably.

chaewon doesn't stop her eating, continuing to devour you between your legs. you scream in sobs at her mercilessness, unable to handle anymore, your sensitive cunt red and worn out.

"okay chaewonnie, that's enough," yunjin sighs, grabbing the short-haired girl by her bob and pulling her back, away from your pussy.

your silent sobs don't wipe the lust-filled stare chaewon has in her eyes. you feel small against yunjin's grasp and chaewon's warm hands on your inner thighs.

"we're not fucking done, not even close..." chaewon heaves.

yunjin chuckles sinisterly in your ear, "mm-mm, no we're not."

you tremble and stiffen, the taller girl behind you swiping her long digits across your sloppy slit, gathering slick and dragging her tongue along it.

"y/n's way too fucking sweet and delicious to stop."

[sleepyjuice]

10, maybe reader on her period abd jj js being all sweet 🤭🤭

a/n: idk if y’all remember my little blurb about jj accidentally hurting you during sex bc reader has endometriosis, but this is in that same universe <3

It was Thursday night, which was also your weekly movie night with jj. Since you had started dating, you had only missed one Thursday night movie night, and that was only because you were sick and dead to the world.

You and jj stuck to the routine pretty well. So when he hadn’t heard from you in hours, and it was nearing 8 at night, he truly started to worry that something had happened to you.

You usually met up around 5 to pick up some snacks from the store and you would either go back to your house or the chateau, very rarely jj’s house if Luke wasn’t home or was in jail again.

Today, however, you were supposed to meet at the chateau. That was 3 hours ago.

jj had texted and called you numerous times, giving you the benefit of the doubt that something had come up, but as the hours passed, he decided he was done waiting.

He hopped on his bike and made his way to your house, speeding a little bit more than he usually did as his anxiety refused to settle.

He knocked on your front door once he arrived, only giving you about thirty seconds to open it before he tried the knob, which happened to be unlocked.

His heart was racing at this point, immediately assuming something horrible had happened. He mentally cursed himself for not having his gun on him.

He cautiously peered around the living room and kitchen, seeing no signs of distress, so he approached your shut bedroom door, pulling it open as he subconsciously held his breath, preparing for the absolute worst case scenario.

But there you were, curled up in your bed, heating pad plugged into the outlet in the wall, bottle of advil sitting opened on your nightstand, your phone resting right side up right next to your still hand and you were dead to the world.

jj let out the breath he was holding, running his fingers through his hair as he softly padded over to your bed, taking a seat on the edge beside your sleeping body.

“Babe,” he cooed, pushing your hair out of your face, leaning down to kiss your soft forehead.

You stirred a bit, consciousness slowly hitting you as you fluttered your eyes open to spot jj sitting right beside you.

It took you a moment to collect your thoughts, gasping quietly as you realized what day it was, and from the darkness poking through your window, you could tell that it was evening now.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You looked up at your boyfriend, blinking furiously as tears threatened to spill from your heavy eyes. He had to have been worried sick. Your cramps had beaten the fuck out of you and you told yourself you were just going to lay down with the heating pad for a little bit, not expecting to completely knock out.

jj shook his head quickly, scooting closer to you to play with your slightly messed up hair, seeing the guilt and sadness in your eyes.

“No, no, it’s okay. I was just worried something happened to you.” He explained before gesturing down to the heating pad that was still pressed against your abdomen.

“I see what happened though. Thought you weren’t supposed to start till next week?” He spoke, tone still gentle.

You audibly groaned at that, rubbing your eyes with your palms.

“Yeah, I thought so, too. Love me a nice surprise.” You grumbled sarcastically, your heart warming at the fact that jj had also memorized your cycle. It wasn’t purely due to sex, but he knew how bad your periods were for you and wanted to do anything he could to help you through it. If he would have had more warning, he would have arrived with snacks.

As you became fully conscious, the pain that you attempted to sleep off was already making its presence known again, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut as you waited for this particularly long cramp to fizzle out. You absentmindedly reached for jj’s hand, giving it a small squeeze as you sighed shakily.

“I’m sorry baby,” he frowned, his brows furrowed as he held his hand firmly for you to grasp, watching your face intently for any signs that the pain lessened, “how long ago did you take the advil? You can probably take more, right?”

You opened your eyes again as the pain became slightly more bearable, meeting jj’s concerned gaze. You knew what was going through his head. One thing about jj is that he could not stand to feel helpless. Watching his loved ones in pain or in trouble while he couldn’t physically do anything to help, killed him. His loved ones were everything to him. It was a small circle, and it was truly ride or die.

So even just the fact that you were cramping whilst on your period bugged him, mainly because he couldn’t physically reach inside your body and force it to stop hurting.

Your grip on jj’s hand loosened a bit, no longer squeezing it. You nodded your head in response, reaching behind you to grab the bottle of pills before popping one in your mouth and swallowing it.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you sighed, now playing absently with his ring clad fingers, “I’m really sad I missed movie night.”

jj shook his head at that, planting several more kisses across your forehead, the last one lingering a bit longer than the others.

“Nah, baby, quit apologizing. It’s only 8, we still got plenty of time. Now, is there anything I can do to help my girl?” He asked you, hoping that if you were gonna be in pain all night, he could at least offer you a sense of emotional comfort.

“Can you stay?” You asked immediately, pulling softly at his hand.

He couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at his lips, being quick to kick his shoes off and lower himself down to lay next to you, pulling you close to him.

He gave you the freedom to adjust yourself whichever way was the most comfortable, your head on his chest as he lay on his back, his arm resting above you as you relaxed against him, sighing into the fabric of his shirt. His smell was nothing short of comforting to you. It was familiar, it gave you love, and it was jj.

“If you feel up to it a little bit later, I can run you a bath. You should still have those bath salts from last time, yeah?” He murmured against the top of your head, resting his chin comfortably against you.

“Mhm…” you mumbled, your eyes already beginning to feel heavy once again.

jj smiled to himself, not responding as he wanted to let you sleep again, knowing that was one of the only things that truly helped you.

He would lay with you all night, holding you safely in his arms. He would end up hot and a bit sweaty from the heat that radiated from your heating pad, but he wouldn’t let it bother him in the slightest.

[moralisist]

bodyguard eren! part two- (pt 1 here!)

warnings: fem! reader

notes: ugh i js love the concept of bodyguard eren.. mind u he isn’t even my fav but it js does sum to me #needdat #onlysometimes

bodyguard! eren who talks back to your father after he diminishes your accomplishments. your father was hounding you for getting a b on your test instead of your usual a’s. he always says he didn’t put you up in a prestigious university for you to be getting b’s.

“y/n what’s this? you disappointing me with a b? i pay that school so much, where’s my money going to if you’re just getting b’s?” your dad scowls at you while you sit at the dining room with your head down. eren is by your father, waiting to tell him that he’s checked the building you were going to and that it was safe.

“y/n got all a’s last semester, im sure you remember sir.” your father is quick to look at eren, and eren stays put with unfaltering confidence. “so what?”

“y/n will continue to get great grades this semester as well. she study’s, she does well, i’ve seen it sir.” he makes direct eye contact with your father and your father turns to you. “make sure it’s an a next time sweetheart. i’m sorry to be so hard on you y/n, you know i’m proud.”

bodyguard!eren who stands behind you at all times, especially when creepy dudes try to hit on you.

your mother was hosting a big event for her new big project. you looked stunning with a gold dress on and your skin glowing.

you and eren were by the bar and eren is trying to convince you not to drink anything because he doesn’t want your senses to decrease but it’s clearly not working as you ask the bartender for a drink.

“hey pretty lady, let me buy you a drink.” a drunk, sleazy man was walking up to you, already way too damn close for erens comfort.

“she’s good.” eren speaks for you, his guard now all the way up. you put your hand on his arm trying to get him to relax a bit.

“can’t hurt won’t it? you’re her bodyguard aren’t u? why don’t you-”

eren gets up from his seat and flashes the dark black gun he has under his suit. “i said, she’s good.”

bodyguard! eren who drives you everywhere in a tinted black suv, and secretly loves having you as his passenger princess.

erens a hot head so he loves having heated educated debates and talks with you since you’re the smartest person he knows. your long drives were the best because you guys would talk about anything and everything. as a bodyguard, eren thought it was important that you trusted him as much as you trusted yourself. he’d open up to you which was difficult at first but as the months go by, he talks to you so easily.

bodyguard! eren who thinks he heard something in your apartment and jolts out of his sleep, grabbing his gun. he hears lots of commotion down the hall but no movement of your apartment but he decides to go check it out and then come back quick.

when eren gets back, he knocks on your door to check on you and you’re up reading a book with your lamp on.

“hey… there was a lot of noise outside so i thought something was happening. you okay?” eren walks closer to your bed, just wanting an excuse to be with you. “if i said i wasn’t would you lay with me?” erens eyes squint, suspicious at your ask. “uh.” “well im not okay. c’mere and lay down.” you scoot over, waiting for him to lay in bed. “well, since you’re not okay… your father told me to never have you in emotional distress so..” he lays in your bed with his head propped up by his arm and him using the other arm to hold you. whatever helps him sleep at night…

bodyguard! eren who doesn’t show any interest particularly in people or women. whenever he’s with you, he never gawks his eyes to other women, only if they’re getting a bit too close to you. you find it interesting because you see women looking at eren all the time with no suprise.

women have tried to flirt with him while he’s waiting outside the bathroom for you to come out and he declines, (a bit roughly but that’s just eren) everytime.

you and eren walk back to the car after you had a shopping trip at the mall. “how come you don’t talk to any women ren?” you ask looking up at him. he doesn’t answer your question, not knowing what to say. “women seem to approach you a lot, can’t say i blame them.” you chuckle after your sentence and you guys made it to the car. he puts the bags you bought that were on his arm in the trunk and then opens your door for you, holding your hand to lift you into the big ass car your dad supplied for eren.

“don’t have any interest in other women.” he sees you getting settled in but he’s still holding onto your hand. “oh? other women?” he lets go of your hand. “i got you to worry about, that’s all i need. wouldn’t want you to get jealous princess.” he closes the door, seeing you’re fully in and smirks once he makes his way around the car.

bodyguard eren didn’t need to protect anybody else, you were all he wanted, truly.

🏷️: @elmaa127

[percyluvr]

helloooooo!!!! can i request a percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader headcanons?? it would be pretty interesting to see hera having a child tbh

thank you if you do 💛

percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader summary: hcs for percy with a daughter of hera

when he first met you he was kinda worried bc he has beef with hera

but he's also confused bc wasn't she not supposed to have kids??

he expected you to be just like your mom

and you lowkey were

but you were a bit less.. uptight

but at the same time, u cant really blame her, her husband literally cheats on her so much

BUT ANYWAYS

i think u'd be so caring to him and he would love it SO MUCH

since hera is the goddess of marriage and childbirth, u would lowk take care of him like hes ur son

but like not in a weird way

u just care ab him so much that u baby him all the time

since both of ur cabins are always empty except for each other, u have sleepovers all the time

u have a pretty close relationship w ur mom, esp because ur her only demigod kid

percy isnt really jealous per say, bc he's decently close w poseidon, but like

he wishes he was that close with him

hera visits u in ur dreams a LOT bc she just loves u a lot

zeus is mad but she dgaf cuz ur her only daughter

and only kid

so obviously she's protective

esp when u tell her that u and percy r dating

shes at camp the next day asking u to introduce her to him

which ur like "mom pls y'all have already met"

and shes like "yes, but never when he was ur bf"

so u just go along w it bc u love her

they're lowk beefing bc she doesnt want u to get hurt

but as time goes on she realizes how much percy loves u and cares abt u

and she thinks ur the cutest couple ever

she is ready for yall to get married bc shes gonna throw the most extravagant and perfect wedding

and shes so excited esp bc ur the only kid she's going to be able to do this for

have i mentioned that she loves u a lot?

ANYWAYS

yk how in like house of hades and i think chalice of the gods when percy looks at annabeth and is js like "i cant wait to marry her and have kids"

yeah, hes like that but 300000x

and he's so excited bc he knows that ur gonna be SUCH a good mom

people always think ur weak bc ur mom "lets herself get cheated on"

or whatever dumbass shit they be saying

but u prove them wrong

mothers r fr the most powerful people in the UNIVERSE

and ur basically a mother bc u take care of everyone at camp

ur always at the infirmary helping the apollo kids bc its just in ur nature to love taking care of people

and percy always comes in with even the smallest little injuries

and it just warms ur heart to know that he wants to come see u even when ur working

u take care of the little baby pegasi too omg

gn thats so cute

imagine if blackjack had a lil baby pegasi and u took care of it

and percy is just like

melting

ur so sweet to them even if theyre "just horses"

it makes him so excited to have kids w u

whenever u see a little kid

or like a younger camper

u always tell him that u cant wait to go to new rome uni and then get married and have kids w him

the two of u are just so excited for the future with each other fr

i just think the two of u would be taking care of the pegasi and u would fall asleep in the hay after staying up talking

big surprise for the kids that have riding lessons that morning...

yall werent embarrassed tho cuz u have no shame fr

well, u have shame

percy has none

not the point.

everyone at camp sorta sees u as a mother and they always come to u

lowk camp therapist

bc they NEED one real bad

but it doesnt bother u bc u love to help them

ur always trying to fix problems at camp

and its very upsetting for you when you cant, and percy is always there to comfort u

ur lowk a meddler like ur mom

but its okay bc ur just worried about ur friends

i think that u would maybe have some soothing powers kinda like a hypnos kid, where u can like calm people down or put them to sleep

i also think that percy would suffer from panic attacks after his nightmares

so after he has a nightmare, you're there and if you can't soothe him with your words you just use ur powers

u can't stand to see him like that

it just upsets you so much

percy is so grateful for ur powers, but hes even more grateful for you

i think ur a lot more relaxed than most people at camp

and u dont really see the point in doing dangerous things for fun

which is different for percy, but he really does like it

he likes that he can just go to you and ask to relax and ur always down for that

its a change of pace that is definitely welcome and necessary in his life

ur definitely more of a rational thinker than him, so u stop him from doing some pretty stupid things

but u would never stop him from having fun

or doing thing that are important to him

ur relationship is lowk the blue print

yall just take care of each other fr

and ur like an old married couple which u two get teased ab

but u dont care

cuz u cant wait to get married lol!

a/n: this was a vv interesting request to write and i honestly loved imagining what a child of hera would be like so thank u for the req!

[kryptznnn]

♡/♛- Patience

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➸ INTERESTS; -pro-hero!katsuki bakugo (26) x f!quirk-less reader (23)

➸ BACKGROUND; -During pro-hero 'Dynamite's term within the top 3 heroes of the country, it was made aware by his agency that he needed assistant around. He hadn't appreciated the gesture really, as he hates being followed let alone babysitting, but he wasn't ready for you to enter his life.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 4.9k, romantic curiosity, tension, personal of interest, mentions of weapon, weapon usage/firing, dead body, mentions of an attack, paparazzi mentions, slow burn, etc.

➸a.i; - made this fic off of the original voting for which storyline to work on, also trying a slightly different style hm!! works are piling up on me now but i’ll try to publish them all asap!!! xoxo

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Katsuki sat in his office, checking the time nonstop as he waiting for his newest employee to arrive. It’s not as if she was late, he just had other things to do and needed her here as soon as possible to give the rundown of his day to her. Honestly there was no need for him to even do so, he just wanted to spark a conversation with her to see what she was like.

He’s surprised that his firm and agency had caught him on a good day for him to actually agree to this. They had brought up the idea to him before and each time he declined it, saying he didn’t need someone he had to chase after and protect just so they could be his little errand boy.

This time when they asked however, they had selectively agreed and chosen one specific woman who stood out over all of the other candidates. She was quirk-less, but had the most perfect combat abilities which already had Katsuki somewhat intrigued. She had also excelled in one of the most challenging universities within the country and graduated with her master's in business and accounting at just 21 years old.

The more his agency serenaded the girl and placed her on a pedestal the more intrigued he was, you had proven your worth to them prior by telling them of your special hobbies. Somehow hearing about you and your talents he became less irritated for the day, finishing off his patrol duties without going insane.

He was relaxed to say the least for the rest of the week, until Monday had come back around and it was time to meet you. He was calm, keeping his composure as he remained seated, flipping through your files in the sand-colored folder in front of him over and over.

He would always stay on the cover page for the longest, looking at your picture. He kept his finger on it for a while before flipping the next page and letting his mind wander. You looked good when you let your hair down on your shoulders, and even better with that small soft smile you had.

Maybe if he was able to make you laugh or smile, he could see if it was better in person than in that tiny photo they saved for him. He wasn’t weird, or cared for you, he hadn’t even known you let alone ever spoke to you before, he was just curious.

“Good morning Mr. Bakugo” he heard a voice call from afar as the doors opened to the door. He was snapped out of his thoughts and picked his head up, closing the folder he was looking through as he saw you.

He took his time examining you and your appearance, like for instance this time your hair was pulled into a slick back. It was almost as if the picture hadn’t been as accurate as possible of your facial features, or beauty. Plus, you were wearing glasses, that threw him off a little, thinking of you as a little nerd now.

He got up slowly and made his way over to you before extending his hand out for you to take it. Your hand was much smaller than his he noted, before placing it back at his side. He had tried his best to shake your hand as gentle as possible before speaking.

“Katsuki’s js’ fine, and ‘s nice to formally meet you Y/n L/n.” He spoke in a professional tone, achieving an impressed smile and look from one of his clerks in the agency from behind you. He took a step back and ushered you to take a seat by the table where he was seated prior.

You thanked him kindly and patted down your dress pants before sitting in the seat opposite to his. He sat down and opened the file of you before speaking again.

“I’ve read your stats; I’m impressed that someone like you would come here to help someone like me.” He stated, flipping through the pages again before looking up at you, you hadn’t smiled nor shown any sign of anything else other than professionalism.

He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, after going over your file, especially your photo for an entire week he had already placed his own version of you in his head. From your resume it had said you were very outgoing and bubbly to say the least, he didn’t feel any of that energy as of now, he felt like he was talking to stone.

“Thank you, I’m sorry what do you mean by someone like me sir?” You asked, he didn’t even think of his answer because he already knew what he was going to tell you. Your tone repeated in his head, you hadn’t broken eye contact with him nor moved an inch, perfect posture and smooth skin, it’s as if he was getting answers to the questions, he asked himself about you for weeks.

“Talented, you have potential t’be a hero of your own if ya really wanted.” He stated looking back up from your files and in your eyes, you only blinked and nodded, he hadn’t even cracked a smile out of you. In all honestly it would’ve been ridiculous if he was getting upset or frustrated over something small like this, but he had to see it for himself.

“Thank you again, but as you may know from my resume already, I don’t have the capability of being one as I’m quirk-less, and I’d rather just stick to one person than multiple.” You stated, making the last part sound like a joke slightly, or at least to him it must have been because he caught a small smile escape your lips before you spoke again.

“It seems as if all of your old colleagues have extra assistance except for you, and your agency had spoken about how much of a challenge you’d be, so I’m willing to give it a shot. I’m always up for a challenge when I have nothing to lose.” You spoke, pausing for a moment before opening your mouth to speak then closing it again, maybe adding on about how great the pay seemed to you wasn’t a wise decision.

A challenge, he hated those, he hated challenges because of the amount of time and effort they take. He was already a busy man with thousands of priorities, deadlines, meetings, etc. He was thankful to say the least out of the two of you he could already tell who was going to be doing more work they actually enjoyed.

He went over ground rules and his preferences, he wasn’t supposed to be a teacher to you, let alone a babysitter. If you were to take notes or ask him questions, do it at a convenient timing, like now instead of later. His patrolling hours start from 7am at earliest to 11pm being the latest, so all three meals for the day would be covered under his shifts. He was surprised to see you grab a pen from your coat jacket pocket and grab a blanket piece of paper beside you, scribbling as he spoke.

He had mentioned how he would’ve had several pages and charts of his daily routines and extras printed and given to you, but you politely declined his offer. You told him it was better for you to take notes of your own as they were easier to follow and you’d remember it by heart if you wrote it, he only nodded and continued.

“ ‘Nd I also go to the gym on the weekends or days whenever my patrol shifts are covered from 9 to 12.” He finished, you shook your head as you wrote the last bullet point down as he watched you underline the times he had said before speaking.

“No time at all for any wife or kids, you’re always busy. How do you manage to get in enough sleep sir?” You spoke, now placing your pen back in pocket before taking the two sheets of paper and aligning them together.

A wife? Kids? He thought for a moment, he had always wanted to be married, let alone have a family of his own. Maybe it was the pressure of his parents taunting him about it, or seeing his friends go through the processes and being invited to their weddings, but he had never actually tried to place himself out there.

He considered it a waste of time, like all things love takes time and as he’s mentioned a thousand times, he doesn’t have time to waste. A man that’s too busy can never be too busy for love, except if that man is Katsuki Bakugo. His agency had also brought up the idea to him, having someone on his arm would make him look good to the press and could get his numbers high.

He hadn’t fancied the idea of having a date just for more popularity, he was popular enough and honestly the flashy paparazzi could kiss his ass some days. He would like someone by his side because he genuinely cares for the person, not because he wants to make himself look better for fame. He couldn’t care less if millions would look his way if the woman, he’d want to spend his life with was there.

“Maybe I’ll die alone, ain’t no problem with that.” He responded, completely disregarding your second comment. You raised a brow slightly and looked up at him, trying to search his face to see whether he was serious or not. You might as well had died trying to figure it out, he has a fucking poker face.

“You shouldn’t say that sir, have hope. If you make time for it and prioritize it like the other 30 things in my list, you should be fine.” You spoke, nodding and smiling at him. Your smile was slightly larger than the last one you gave him; he took note of that. It seemed everything you did he took note of, as if he was your assistant.

He only hummed in response, now standing up and escorting you out as it was time to start your first day. Thankfully for the two of you, you had both eaten breakfast and could start as soon as possible as you strolled downtown.

You stood off to the side of your new boss as he stood off too patch a radio to his shoulder before turning it on. You took the time to now fully examine him and take in his figure, he was much taller than you, regardless of the fact you were wearing heels.

He was probably around 6’3, when you thought of your other friends and family members that were over 6ft and made the comparison in your head, he was probably taller. He was fairly built too, maybe over 200lbs if you were to make a proper estimate.

He also was good looking, you couldn’t lie he was attractive, which is probably why you made that remark previously of having a wife. It’s surprising how he hadn’t gotten with anyone yet, not even a girlfriend. He was in his mid-twenties and from what you could tell from the other heroes that were his own friends they're in happy relationships.

So, the problem wasn’t that he couldn’t get any girl, he definitely could, he just chose not to. He might be difficult to deal with at times, but at least he was respectful and responsible, well to you that is. You had only just got to know him around an hour ago, so it isn’t as if you two were perfectly in sync already.

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It was now a little afternoon, ‘lunch time’ as Katsuki mentioned, and had also added in the detail of his favorite spot to eat. As you made your way there you were unaware, he was still following you from behind, you recited the name of the meal he had given you before making your way inside. You had never been to this place before, let alone anything like it, so you just decided to take the same as his order.

What you didn’t expect was for everyone inside to immediately start screaming and rushing out as they saw him. Asking for autographs and saying how much they loved him, pulling out their phones for pictures and everything.

Right, he’s a pro-hero, and in the top 3 at that, he wasn’t even just a hero, but a celebrity too. He had told you about him having certain modeling skills and experience and having shoots every once in a while, that his agencies had applied him for.

This was something you had to get used to, fangirls, paparazzi, and screams. It was your first day, you can’t get overwhelmed and go insane so easily. You took a deep breath as you paid for the orders and received them shortly after, pushing past the crowd before something caught your eye.

More like someone had caught your eye. Right across the street from the store a little boy was crying, calling out for his mother while he wiped his tears. You quickly made your way over to him and placed the bags of food down on the side before bending down to his height, ignoring the fan-girling behind you.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” You asked a slight frown on your face as you spoke to him. He wiped his nose and sniffled harshly as his eyes were watery. You looked into his eyes for a minute, they were so strange, different in a way you hadn’t seen before.

Maybe it had to do with his quirk, but it wasn’t something usual. The color of them were so light it was practically glass or a sort of white marble, and it gave you chills. The sort of chills that were telling you to back away from the situation, but he was just a child, so you shrugged off the feeling.

Until you realized you were so terribly wrong to underestimate it. He had only continued to cry more before running off into the deep alleyway behind him, and stupidly without a second thought you chased him down. You called out to him attempting to find him as you could hear him repeat the words of ‘hide and seek’.

It’s as if every alarm in your head was ringing profusely as you went in deeper to find him, practically circling yourself in attempts to find him. You paused as an unfamiliar scent had hit your nose sharply, it was something like tainted meat or roadkill, but much stronger.

It wasn’t until you had gotten goosebumps quickly as you heard small child like giggles from behind you. You quickly turned around and placed your dominant hand behind your back, reaching for the pistol you had always carried with you. Quickly grabbing it with a firm grip before the laughter became louder and deeper.

The child had now come out from the shadows before you, or at least it’s one of many forms. It soon transformed into a large bird-like beast, with the claws and teeth of a sort of creature you were sure only existed in myths. As it quickly lunged towards you with a loud shriek you drew your weapon and fired 4 times.

You had aimed for nothing but two areas, the head and its heart. Thankfully it had worked because as the beast was just inches away from your face it had dropped dead to the floor. You sighed in relief and laughed to yourself for a while, completely unfazed by the screaming and scatters behind you.

“Guess who’s not bulletproof, dumba-“

“Y/N!” You heard Katsuki shout from behind you, you turned around quickly keeping your lips sealed as your statement was cut off, grateful you hadn’t cursed in front of him. He quickly ran up to you, examining your figure.

“Heard gunshots. Are you injured?” He asked, raising a brow as he looked up and down at you. You only spun around slowly to show your unfazed body and clothing before flaunting the pistol in your hand. Then you pointed at the shriveled-up beast behind you as it bled out.

Katsuki looked at you then the scene wide-eyed before bringing a hand up to his under eyes and dragging it down. It was barely your first day of training and this happened. Especially while he wasn’t around to handle the matter, and who even gave you a pistol to begin with?

He let out an exasperated sigh before reaching over to his radio and patching in. He made authorization aware of the situation and that the threat had been neutralized with no casualties as all civilians were safe, after he received confirmation, he let go before turning back to you.

“You’re lucky I don’t decide to just fire you right now.” He stated, now walking off into the entrance of the alleyway, you quickly made your way beside him ready to plead your case.

“Excuse me? I was just doing my job sir. That thing attacked me first and I saved all of your little paparazzi princesses. Respectfully if you were on point instead of being distracted you wouldn’t have a reason to be mad at me.” You stated professionally, now placing the weapon you had back in its proper place, scoffing under your breath slightly as you turned to the side.

He had hardly tuned into what you were telling him, he kept replaying the entire scene in his head from his view. He was crowded by hundreds for less than 5 minutes and everyone ran off after hearing gunshots. He had counted it and replayed it over and over, 4 shots.

4 bullets aren’t what someone or something would fire if they were trying to send a warning or fight. Those are killer numbers, execution even, and he knew that. So, when his eyes had followed your figure walking over across the street to help a little boy then disappear to hear gunshots his stomach dropped.

So many things rushed in his mind at that very moment, you were quirk-less, which meant you were practically defenseless. Yes you had your skilled martial arts training and enhanced combat, but that was nothing in a gun fight. He didn’t want to fire you for running off or killing a villain, he wanted to fire you because of how reckless you were.

Being reckless and tracking havoc was his job, literally. He was being paid to do so and took a liking to it because he didn’t have to worry about anyone else other than himself, but with you it was different. He wasn’t sure why, but even though he had only officially known you for a few hours he felt as if you were now his responsibility.

Like how he would care for his nieces and nephews from his friends, or his aging parents. If anything had happened to you he wasn’t sure what he would do with himself, breaking the news to his agency would be horrific, and don’t even get him started on telling your family.

As he stood beside you, he placed his hands in his pocket. He only turned his head to the side to glance at you, blinking thoughtlessly before turning his head back as he heard sirens approaching. He hadn’t planned on answering your response, there was no need too. It had barely been solid afternoon and so much had happened already.

“You’re never supposed to leave my side, ‘ts your job, or else we’re both in trouble.” He only responded before making his way over to the parked police vehicles, making you furrow your brows. As your stomach rumbled slightly you had remembered leaving the food off to the side by a table nearby.

You quickly made your way back there to find the food and drinks still in perfect condition. You clapped to yourself and muttered a quick ‘yes’ before scooping them up and making your way over to Katsuki as he had left everything in the hands of the police.

He wasn’t sure what it was, whether it was the food or if you had seen something that caught your eye, but the energy you were giving off just minutes ago was completely gone. You were cheerful, you were smiling, finally after so long of his curiosity eating him up he got to see your smile, with your teeth.

You quickly handed him his share of his drink and bag of food as you kept yours, that cheerful smile still on your face. He thought he was crazy honestly, because as you two went to sit out for a while to open your food and dig in your smile hadn’t left.

He felt a small smile creep up on his lips as well, or maybe it was a smirk, who knows. Whatever it was made his lips curve up and if he hadn’t known any better he would’ve smiled as cheerfully as you, maybe smiles are just contagious.

“Does food make ya smile that hard all the time?” He asked without shame before taking a bite of his sandwich and pointing to your face with his index finger. You paused and looked at him with a raised brow before thinking to yourself. You soon nodded in response to his question as you unwrapped your sandwich.

“Yes sir, it’s one of the many things in this world that I know won’t fail to boost my mood.” You joked before looking over to Katsuki, who only wore an understanding expression on his face as he nodded. As you began to eat your meal you were surprised by how much flavor it had, and you had honestly enjoyed it thoroughly.

For a price so small and a sandwich so large from a place you had never even heard of before it was amazing. You savored it and even asked yourself if you should save some for another day or eat it all today. In the end your urges overcame you and you ate it all in one sitting with Katsuki, who just watched you in silence.

You ate like a rat was his first thought on you. You took rather smaller bites than him and chewed quickly, covering your mouth as you did so. Maybe he was the one who ate weird most of the time, but you were so polite and professional, it’s as if you were having a damn conference with the sandwich.

He only shook his head slightly as he looked off before finishing his food and drink as you did too. As you cleaned off your lips softly with pats and swipes you reached into the inside pocket of your tuxedo pocket. This time the opposite one of the primary that had carried your little fancy pen this morning.

You pulled out a tube of lip-gloss before applying it onto your lips and quickly putting it away as you rubbed your lips together. As the two of you walked Katsuki had only caught a glance of what you were doing, ceasing your actions before placing your thumb up to underneath your bottom lip and swiping a small bit of access lip-gloss.

He turned his head back and focused on the path ahead of him. Whatever shade that was looked good on you, it wasn’t the same one that showed in your photo from your files. It was if he had a little checklist on you from on file to off file, and as of now he had several things written and checked off, one of them now being ‘she carries a weapon on her at all times incase’.

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As night was quickly approaching, Katsuki made it well aware to you that your time for today was up. As his night shift was about to begin and that’s where more of the dangers had come out, so it would be best advised if you went home. You only nodded and thanked him for the day, he walked you over to your vehicle parked in the parking lot of his firm before you drove off.

No matter for either of you it seemed that the days events hadn’t left your minds. Surprisingly enough before you left you had told him if he ever needed anything to contact you, and he didn’t hesitate too. As soon as you had gotten home and showered before preparing something for you to eat again, he was quick to text you.

Even though the number was unidentified and sent as numerous numbers and dashes you could tell who it was. You smiled to yourself slightly as you pressed 2 minutes on the microwave to your meal before checking your messages.

[XXX-XXX-XXXX : I’m just checking in to make sure you arrived. There was a report of something happening in your area.]

[You : Thank you! All’s good here, I’ve been home for a while, I’m getting something to eat now]

[XXX-XXX-XXXX : Okay]

Your smile soon turned into a quick off putting slanted state as you read his reply. It said he was typing for a while, but that’s all he ended up saying. You thought to yourself before typing another response to him attempting to get a reaction.

[You : Thank you for checking up on me, and I really appreciate your care today ☺️]

It had said he was typing, you turned your attention away from your beeping microwave as you watched the bubbles float in the bottom left corner of your phone for a while, maybe a minute, before just disappearing. As you waited you also took this as the perfect time to actually save his number within your contacts, only to come back and see nothing.

You only groaned to yourself as you placed your phone down, now giving your attention back to your beeping microwave before opening it and removing your food, placing it down to earth before thinking off to yourself.

As you finished your food you quickly placed the plate in the sink and cleaned up a bit, preparing everything for tomorrow. You also took the time to reload your pistol, just in case you had to use it again. Eventually you were ready for bed and drifted off to sleep after a long and harsh day.

You were awoken at around midnight to a text notification from your phone, wondering who could be texting you so late. As you perked your head up and reached for your phone you dimmed the brightness on it before reading the notification.

[K. Bakugo : You’re welcome, you weren’t bad for your first day as my assistant. We’ll see how you can handle tomorrow. Goodnight]

You smiled softly as you read the message, placing a hand over your lips cheekily before placing your phone back down. You turned around and got comfortable again before dozing off.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

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⋆¸* the look of love *ೃ☼

pairing: bf!sunghoon x gf!yn

synopsis: nobody has ever looked at you the way that park sunghoon does. it’s not just a glance—it’s a gaze that sees through everything. the girl you hide behind your usually quiet demeanor. one look from him makes you feel like you’re the center of the universe, like you’re his whole world.

genre: fluff (??)

word count: 0.5k (i blanked out so bad sorrysorry)

naomi’s note: i’m new to writingg dont be mean or ill cry huhuhu. i was listening to no.1 party anthem and for some reason i thought of sunghoon anddd i js had to make one ☹️☹️ aghh this is cringe stop

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The bell chimed, signaling the end of the school day. You hurriedly packed your books into your bag, eager to escape the stifling classroom. The hallways were already buzzing with the chatter of students as they spilled out of their respective classrooms like a river of youthful energy. You slipped on your shoes and stood up with no problem, eager to see him already.

As you made your way to the exit, your eyes met with the piercing gaze of Park Sunghoon, the boy who had stolen your heart. His eyes were like deep pools of mystery you found yourself drowning in, a stark contrast to his otherwise friendly and open demeanor. He was the heartthrob of many, yet he had set his sights on the uninteresting bookworm you were. He couldn’t care less about them.

Everyone saw the way he looked at you. As if you were the most mesmerizing thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. He always saw you as delicate and precious, the need to protect you always there.

Your demeanor softened, so did his. His almost intimidating demeanor morphing into a more gentle, affectionate one. “Hey, baby,” he spoke, “you ready to go?” you nodded and smiled. “Yeah, love. Let’s go.”

With that, you intertwined your fingers and began to walk to the cafeteria. Seeing that it was extremely packed and crowded, Sunghoon’s hand grips yours just a bit tighter. “Baby, go find a table, okay? I’ll get us our food.” you nodded and reluctantly let go of his hand, walking to find a table.

You sat at a table in the corner, a bit secluded, you never really liked loud noises. He soon returned, sitting next to you, holding two trays filled with food, he made sure he got what he knew you’d like better. “Thank you, love! You’re seriously the best, y’know that?” you say as you dug into the food as he smiled faintly “Only the best for you.”

While you were eating, you couldn’t help but notice him looking at you the whole time, his tray untouched. You look up, your eyes soft and curious “What is it, love? Do I have something on my face?” you proceed to wipe your face. “No, baby,” he chuckles, “you’re just.. so beautiful. Eating or not, you’re perfect. The most beautiful woman I’ve set my eyes on.” you smile softly, before deciding to tease him, just a bit “You’ve looked at other women?” his eyes widened slightly, words spilling out his mouth quickly to defend himself “What? Babyy, no! I’m just saying that you’re—“ you giggle and cut him off “I’m only kidding, love. Don’t stress.” he huffs quietly, though no malice behind it. “I’m serious though. You really are so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” you nod “Yes, you have.” he gently tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling. You glance up at him. He leans in, placing a hand on your waist to pull you closer while closing the distance between your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. You kiss him back as he starts whispering sweet words against your lips while kissing you.

You always disliked PDA, or physical affection in general, but for Sunghoon? Oh, how you loved it.

[joaosnovia]

i js washed my hair so like what if you do a joao fic where he's home early from training and he comes back to see reader has washed her hair and it's all like curly and stuff

since his hair is more wavy-ish he's like surprised by the amount of care and products it takes to do to get the curls to be healthy and pretty yk?

so he's asking reader about the products and trying to add them to his hair and reading the labels on the packaging to get to understand what is the process

so yeah idk i hope this was understandable

(bonus is him being horrified by the amount of hair loss (totally not reflecting my own pain))

❦ - my girls curls.

summary:: what the req says

warnings:: none

writers note:: OMG I GET YOU BC TS WAS WHY I WAS BALD FOR AGES 💔. anyways i don’t have that issue anymore bc of a long long story from some bangladeshi hair salon… anyways yea… also i always write my fics b4 formatting so im doing this as i’m watching the portugal match and istg i keep on hallucinating that vitinha is joao.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb

joão wasn’t supposed to be home this early. training usually ran late, giving you plenty of time to go through your whole hair routine in peace. but today, for whatever reason, things had been cut short, which meant he was now stepping into your shared apartment much earlier than expected.

the first thing he noticed was the smell, sweet, floral, and slightly fruity. not your usual perfume, but something that smelled like you.

the second thing? your hair.

his eyes widened the second he saw you.

you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, your curls still slightly damp but fully defined, soft ringlets cascading down your shoulders. joão had seen your hair like this before, but something about catching you right after wash day made him stop and stare.

‘woah.’

you looked up, amused. ‘woah?’

he set his bag down, stepping closer. ‘your hair looks… really good.’

you smiled. ‘thanks, i just washed it.’

joão flopped down next to you, still looking at your curls with fascination. he had wavy hair himself, but nothing like this.

‘so, like…’ he gestured vaguely at your head. ‘how do you get it like that? because my hair just… exists.’

you laughed. ‘it takes work, joão. a lot of work.’

he frowned, suddenly curious. ‘what kind of work?’

you got up, motioning for him to follow. ‘come on, i’ll show you.’

he trailed behind you into the bathroom, eyes immediately going wide when he saw the chaos on the counter.

bottles. everywhere.

leave in conditioners, curl creams, mousses, oils, gels, things he had never seen before in his life.

‘…this is all for your hair?’

‘yep.’ you grabbed one bottle and handed it to him. ‘this is my leave-in.’

he turned it over, reading the label like it held the secrets of the universe. ‘intense hydration for dry, damaged curls…’ he looked at you. ‘is your hair dry and damaged?’

‘no, because i use that.’

he hummed, grabbing another bottle. ‘curl defining custard? custard? like the food?’

you snatched it from him before he could say something even dumber. ‘not the food, joão.’

he moved on, picking up a tiny bottle of oil. ‘and this?’

‘that’s my hair oil. it seals in moisture.’

he popped the cap off, sniffing it. ‘smells nice. can i try some?’

you raised a brow. ‘you wanna try my products?’

he shrugged. ‘i mean, my hair’s wavy, right? maybe it needs moisture too.’

you smirked, grabbing a small amount of leave in conditioner and running it through his hair. he stayed perfectly still, watching you in the mirror as you gently scrunched his strands.

‘see? it enhances your waves,’ you said, fluffing his hair.

joão blinked at his reflection. ‘oh. oh, this is nice.’

you laughed. ‘told you.’

just as you were about to grab the oil, you heard a dramatic gasp.

‘amor,’ he whispered, eyes locked on the sink. ‘you’re losing hair.’

you sighed, already knowing where this was going.

‘joão—’

‘there’s so much.’ he turned to you, horrified. ‘are you okay? are you sick? are you dying?’

‘oh my god.’ you dragged a hand down your face. ‘i shed hair, joão. it’s normal.’

he didn’t look convinced. ‘but this is a lot’

‘do you panic every time you see hair in your barber’s cape?’

he opened his mouth, then closed it.

you smirked. ‘yeah. exactly.’

joão sighed, shaking his head. ‘this is too much. all these steps, all these products, all this hair loss… how do you do this every wash day?’

you leaned against the counter, smiling. ‘because when it’s done, i look good.’

he grinned, reaching out to pull one of your curls, watching it bounce back into place.

‘you look really good,’ he admitted.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in. ‘i know.’

he laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. ‘can i borrow your leave in?’

‘absolutely not.’

he pouted but didn’t argue, still fascinated by your hair. his fingers twirled a curl around lazily, watching it spring back every time he let go.

‘so, how long does this all take?’

‘on a good day? an hour and a half.’

his jaw dropped. ‘an hour and a half?’

you rolled your eyes. ‘it takes time to look this good.’

‘i don’t even spend that long in training some days,’ he muttered, shaking his head.

you snorted. ‘you also don’t have curls that need hydration and definition.’

he looked back at his own hair in the mirror, scrunching his waves. ‘maybe i should start a routine. do you think my hair can look like yours?’

you tilted your head, studying him. ‘with the right products? maybe. but you’d have to actually commit to it.’

he hummed, still scrunching his hair like he was testing it. ‘what if i just let you do it for me?’

you smirked. ‘absolutely not.’

he groaned. ‘but you’re so good at it’

‘then i’d have to do this twice every wash day. no thanks.’

joão sighed dramatically, still staring at his reflection. ‘fine. but you are helping me find the right products.’

‘deal.’ you grabbed your oil and rubbed some onto your hands, working it through your curls.

joão watched you carefully, his eyes soft. ‘you know, you’re kinda cute when you do all this.’

you snorted. ‘kinda?’

he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

‘okay, really cute.’

you leaned back against him, smiling. ‘good answer.’

he pressed another kiss to your cheek, sighing. ‘i still can’t believe you go through all this every wash day.’

‘well, now you kinda have to, too,’ you teased.

joão groaned, burying his face into your neck. ‘what have i gotten myself into?’

you laughed, threading your fingers through his waves. ‘moisturized hair, that’s what.’