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Jealousy, Jealousy

i really loved how bad for business turned out, and it seems you all did too!! so here's a continuation of the bfb universe/storyline :) it's not exactly a part two

warnings! jealousy (sanji's)

word count: 1,720

opla! sanji x f! reader

i actually took the time to reference back to this scene in the live action to make sure i got their orders right :) !! also hi i am alive !!! i just got busy with work- and i had a mini con to go to this weekend and i cosplayed nami! :D -> i have also been struggling with tremendous writers block, and was trying to force myself to write about zoro for days! but i couldn't, and i was frustrated with myself untill i rememebred this isnt a job, this is for fun for me and you guys. so i went back to some of the things i've written and felt like i could continue this one :) the story really flowed from there and i wrote a lot in a short span sooooooo &lt;3 ily all! thanks for reading as always <3333

sanji vinsmoke is jealous. 

the cook is used to woman falling at his feet, swooning over his flirty personality. either that or they get annoyed at him and clearly show disinterest. (oftentimes calling him names and sometimes resulting in him getting hit)

but you, the one girl he actually held a candle for, he couldn’t even seem to get a rejection from you. that would’ve made things so much easier for him and his heart. it’s gotten to the point he’s wishing you would tell him you don’t return his feelings. sure it would hurt in the moment, but at least he could have (hopefully) forced himself to move on.

but no, you won’t reject him; nor will you swoon at his advances. they seem to roll right off you like beads of rain on a window. never a hint of blush on your cheeks, no angrily quirked brows. how was he meant to understand? there are two reasonable reactions to such a forward man, either interest or not. how do you manage to toe the line so perfectly?

it drove him mad, not only were you horribly hard to read, every once in a while you would flirt aggressively back at him. it would always catch the poor boy off guard, leaving him stunned and blushing standing wherever he was. oftentimes you did it right in the middle of the kitchen, leaving him to deal with the playful teasing of the other workers, walking off to continue doing your job. 

you would be the death of him surely.

especially when the sight of you smiling so sweetly at that stupid swordsman causes a painful squeeze in his chest. his grip on the tray he was holding is bruising, and there’s a jealous rage brewing inside of him.

-

“hello my name is y/n, and i’ll be your waitress today. can i start you guys with any refreshments?” you flip over a page on your notepad, ready to write down the group's requests. what a charming bunch they were, with just a glance you could tell they really cared for one another.

“i’ll take a beer,” the green haired man speaks up, and you nod with a smile.

“i’ll take two beers, i normally have three but..” he trails off as the woman at the table speaks up.

“i’ll take a water.”

“and a glass of milk!” the endearing boy with a straw hat adds on, his words are muffled by the bun he was still chewing. when coming to greet them you’d brough over a basket of perfectly warmed buns with butter. nodding at them all, your pen into your apron as you repeat back to them. 

“three beers, milk and water, coming right up you guys.” you step back with a bow, turning towards the kitchen. doing so you notice your best friend is glaring in your direction, and as you walk back you tilt your head at him. when you get closer you realize his glare wasn't directed towards you, but the swordsman you had taken the order from. he doesn’t even seem to pay you any mind as you approach him, too focused on the table you had just walked away from. when you reach him where he stands in front of the doorway, you snap your fingers in his face. it seems to snap him out of it, and he looks down at you with a charming smile.

“hello my love, what can i do for you?” his hand is placed on your shoulder sweetly. the touch warms your body, but you shake it off to cross your arms. 

“what’s up with you, why were you glaring at my table? do you know them?” you gesture back towards your table, and a flush washes over his face when he realizes he’d been caught. he straightens his tie in an attempt to shake off his shame,

“not a clue who they are darling.” your eyebrow raises in suspicion, you’re not buying it. he seems to know you won’t, and he tucks his hand into his pockets as he shrugs.

“you just glare at people you don’t know now sanj?” a pout forms out of frustration. while you were wondering why he was lying to you so blatantly, he was internally swooning at how adorable you looked in that moment, and the sweet way you'd shortend his name. the grip you had over his heart was the strongest in all the seas.

“don’t worry, pretty lady, it’s nothing. now if you’ll excuse me i’ve got my own tables to wait on.” he’s internally scrambling to figure out how to distract you from what he was caught doing, in a moment of boldness (or a crazy attempt to change the subject), he leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head.

the action causes your eyes to almost bulge out of your head as you begin to blush. a smug smile forms on sanji’s face at the sight, he’d never felt more accomplished than he did in that moment. not only had he distracted you, he’d made your face light up all pretty and embarrassed. he winked at you before brushing past you to do his job, pushing open the swinging door into the kitchen behind you.

you’re left in shock trying to wrap your brain around his actions, ‘what had gotten into him?’ as bold and flirtatious as he was, you would have never expected a display like that in front of all the customers.

oh shit, the customers. ‘had anyone seen that? oh gods.’ your hands clench into fists as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality and calm down, and you push past the doors of the kitchen. your eyes are focused on the ground as you collect the drinks needed for your table, placing them all on a tray and balancing them on one hand. you take a moment to breathe in and compose yourself before walking back out into the dining room. 

you eyes scan the room and find your favorite blond waiting on a table on the opposite side of the room of your own. his location makes it easy to return to the table without incident, placing down the three beers before the milk and water. with a smile, you tuck the tray under your arm and pull out your notepad again to continue taking their orders. maybe doing your job could distract from the rapid beating in your chest.

“you guys decided on food yet?” 

“one of everything!” the boy with a straw hat speaks up, and you quirk your eyebrow. they didn't look like the big spenders you were used too, but it wasn’t really your place to mention that. your smile never slips as you nod, writing it down and once again bowing before you leave. by your luck sanji seems to be waiting for you at the doorway of the kitchen. so much for the idea you had to avoid him until you’d calmed down.

he holds his hand out, offering to take your tray from you. his kind offer brings a smile to your lips, and you decide to shove down whatever inner turmoil was happening and act like what he did hadn’t happened. (he sure was.)

“any interesting orders?” he smiles, quirking a brow at you as you offer him your serving tray. you laugh, holding out your notepad to show him where you had written down ‘one of everything’ sanji’s heart squeezes at how cute your handwriting is, and he can’t help the chuckle. “well it looks like you’ll need some help taking out this order then, love.” the pet name causes the usual skip in your heartbeat, and you smile, nodding in acceptance of his offer for help, pushing past him into the kitchen to get your cooks started on the order of everything.

-

the food gets taken out in waves, sanji always accompanying you with an extra plate or two. the table is rather nice about it, they’re always caught up in conversation. even still they thank you for every plate you place down, they seem like genuine people. it warms your heart to see such a close group of friends. 

you can’t help but notice the way sanji doesn’t even pay the girl at the table any mind, too busy glaring at the green haired man, his hands lingering on your shoulder or back longer than they needed to. how he’d managed to add on to his unusual behavior, you wouldnt understand.

not that he really had any reason to be placing a tender hand on your back while you were serving guests. the third time it happens you turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow, and he turns to smile down at you sweetly, his hand on your back rubbing up and down. you look at him incredulously, sanji steps back, bowing before walking back towards the kitchen. before he left his gaze lingered on the man longer than should have been acceptable. you have to hold back a frustrated huff, turning back to the table with a plastered smile

“don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything! i hope you enjoy your meal.” you finish off the sentence with a bow, turning to look at the swordsman when he speaks up with a snort. “are you sure, wouldn’t want to make your busboy anymore jealous than he already is?” your eyes widen in confusion, not only at the notion, but the unnecessary insult towards your sanji.

“whatever could you mean.” the whole table turns to you, and the redhead quirks a brow at you, adding on.

“you’re not really that clueless, are you?” your mouth drops open, and a blush begins to cover your cheeks.

“no, i didn’t think i was.”

and then you’re even more confused. what reason would he have to be jealous over you and a random guest? it’s not like the man had even given you the time of day, or you’d even wanted it?  all you’d done was take his orders. 

the thought feels so impossible, even so it has already quickly begun eating away at your brain and heart. it was the only logical explanation for all his odd behaviors tonight.

sanji vinsmoke, was jealous. over you.

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Knots

PAIRING: masseur!Geto Suguru x fem!reader

GENRE: no curses!au | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: fingering, nipple play, semi-public sex/exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), brief masturbation (m), size kink, praise kink, cum eating, light mentions of/brief marking

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

SUMMARY: With so much stress piling up on you, Geto was kind enough to offer you a massage. Unfortunately, no amount of relaxation can distract you from the sexual tension between you and your friend.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: MAPPA can't draw jjk characters like that and expect me not to write smut about em 🙄also: HAPPY NEW YEARS, LOVELIES <3333

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“Are you sure this is okay?” It’s too late to ask him that, but you couldn’t stop the question from leaving your lips. “I’d hate for you to get in trouble.”

Your face burns as silence follows; you can only thank whatever gods above for him not being able to see your expression.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” he chuckles, and you copy the sound nervously, unsure if he is serious. After a pregnant pause, he adds, “I’m kidding. You have nothing to worry about.” Your peripheral vision catches him moving around you to get to the cabinet. “Consider it a favour from a friend.”

You hear the cabinet door open and shut, and you shift from your spot face down on the table.

“At least let me pay you back somehow,” you press, pouting. 

“That defeats the point of a favour, doesn’t it?” Geto’s footsteps get louder until you catch sight of his shoes from the corner of your eye. There’s another pause, this one longer than the previous one. “Are you comfortable with me unclapsing your bra?” Before you can answer, he quickly continues, “It can stay on like you wanted, I just need the straps out of the way.”

If you aren’t hyping yourself up to take every opportunity to get closer to the masseur, you’re second-guessing your decision to take his offer. Should he follow through with the action, it would only be the beginning of something far more intimate. And you know this. You knew this. Even when Geto first suggested the idea after you opened up about your piling stress and even when you foolishly thought asking Gojo for advice on the offer was a good idea. 

But you’re here now, aren’t you?

“Go for it,” you try to mask whatever uneasiness you can. Gentle fingers tug at the clips at the end of your bra, disconnecting them and allowing the straps to drop. Even with your chest still covered, you feel bare, the cool air tickling the newly exposed area. You have to force yourself from shivering.

“You still like the scent of lavender?” Geto's question catches you off-guard, raising your head from the cushion, not realizing that he recalled such a minor detail. Your silence makes the ravenette turn to you again, offering his easy-going smile. “Or have your tastes changed?”

You nod mindlessly, blinking up at him. “Lavender’s good.”

Geto hums before searching through his cabinet, taking several seconds to find the bottle he was looking for. You rest your head back on the cushion before he can catch you staring.

“I’ll be starting now.” The sound of a bottle cap opening follows your friend’s words. “If you’re ever uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to let me know. Otherwise, just lay back and relax.”

Despite his gentle voice, following his order becomes easier said than done once his large hands come in contact with your back, the oil adding to his skin’s warmth. You bit your lip, the serene scent of lavender reaching your olfactory as the masseur works his magic on your stress. 

You don’t realize how exhausted your body has felt until Geto applies pressure for the first time, and you cringe. 

“Easy, easy,” he soothes, pausing his ministrations once you try to relax your body. “Wow, you are stressed.”

You allow your body to sink further into the table’s mattress when his soft laughter reaches your ears, and you give him the go-ahead to continue. Fingerpads return to your skin, rubbing heavy yet sturdy circles onto your back, untying any and every knot trapping your muscles. You can feel your body fall limp, drowning heavily while at the same time floating into the heavens as every evidence of exhaustion disappears from you. 

Still, even as you try to keep your mind blank and enjoy the moment, you can’t help but notice how much space Geto’s hand takes up on your back. It doesn’t help that they creep up to your neck, more than ready to push the problems away from that area. 

“So,” you trail off, feeling the need to fill the silence rather than embrace it, “You give these massages to Ieiri or Satoru?” 

The ravenette chuckles. “If you’d call the occasional shoulder rub a proper massage, then sure.”

A memory of the four of you at a local diner pops into your head, Shoko telling Geto a shoulder massage was the least she deserved after all the all-nighters she’s suffered through. You giggled, watching the medical student melt under the masseur’s magic touch, ignoring the twinge of jealousy that prodded your mind. 

You quip. “Not even a full-body one? Ieiri’s the one who deserves it the most out of us.”

“Guess she just never has the time for one,” he hums. 

“And Satoru?”

Geto snickers, pausing his actions. You join in on the laughter, a small swell of pride blooming in your chest. 

Your joy is cut short when he resumes the massage, adding pressure to a specific area below the nape of your neck that forces a whimper out of you. You freeze, hoping the masseur didn’t hear it. But with how his hold on you paused, even for just a moment, you couldn’t deceive yourself into believing you were in the clear. 

“Sorry,” you squeak, the warmth from your face expanding to the rest of your body. Could he feel it?

You can hear the smile in his voice. “So tense, aren’t you?”

You don’t miss the octave drop in his voice, biting your tongue. Geto returns to work, his fingers digging into your skin and untying whatever knots your muscles carried for who knows how long. You allow yourself to sigh at the sensation, your brows knitting together from the pressure without the discomfort. 

His hands travel lower, returning to previous areas with added strength until he reaches the small of your back. You try not to tense upon feeling his fingers graze the towel covering your bottom, but you can’t prevent the shaky moan from escaping your lips once his hold shifts to your hips. 

Another pause from him: another apology from you. 

“Nothing for you to be sorry about.” Your friend assures you, though you barely miss the light strain in his tone. “I’ll be working on your legs next, okay?”

You hum lightly, shifting from your spot as he passes what the towel covers. Your thoughts wander before you can put them on a leash, the pang of disappointment from the neglect of that area allowing your imagination to drift. 

Would a massage there even feel good? Geto would undoubtedly find a way, his large hands practically blanketing each cheek. And his fingers—God, they were the stars of the show, finding the spots that needed the most attention and pushing every bit of tension out of your worn-out body. You’re confident his digits would be just as adventurous in other places.

You feel yourself clench around nothing and fear the handsome man above you possibly noticing. Shaking your head, you hope those thoughts fly out like fleas. 

Geto stops. “Too much?”

“Hm?” You snap out of your daze. “Oh, no. I’m fine.”

The masseur’s hands glide up to your upper thighs, and you freeze, his hold remaining in place as he leans closer to your head.

“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t like it,” he says, his voice calm. “I can return the favour some other way.”

Your body moves before your brain can command it to. Or rather, stop it from doing so. Hastily, you raise your head from the cushion, your upper torso following suit as it twists to face your friend.

“I can take it.” 

Silence. Too much of it for your liking. It has your stomach churning and your heart ramming against your ribs. Maybe it’s the heaviness in your body that follows you getting up too quickly, or your word choice. It could also be how Geto stares at you with parted lips, his eyes on you but not meeting your gaze.

Instead of further embarrassing yourself by speaking, you follow his focus, only to wish you hadn’t. 

Your bra, long forgotten by you, barely hangs onto your body by its straps by your elbows, exposing your back as well as most of your chest. The lavender scent is no longer soothing, the heat on your face is dizzying, and you’d want nothing more than to run out the door if only your legs weren’t practically limp from your friend’s treatment. It doesn’t help that his hold on the back of your upper thighs hasn’t budged. If anything, it’s tightened, his grip making your clit jump.

You suppose you spoke too soon once the warmth of Geto’s touch disappeared from your legs, the masseur having moved to reach for your bra straps to pull them back up to your shoulders before you could process his actions. You blink, eyes trailing up to his face now adorning a rosy hue and soft lips pressed into a thin line. He’s so much closer, his breath barely fanning the top of your head. And if you aren’t forcing your gaze to meet his, you’re impulsively glancing back at his mouth. 

With so much focus on the beautiful man, you don’t catch him slowly but surely leaning in.

The last discernable thing you catch is Geto’s lidded eyes darkening before he presses his lips against yours.

You don’t breathe. You forget to, just like how you leave your mouth slightly agape and your eyes wide open. 

The ravenette pulls away quicker than he’d leaned in, and the corners of your lips twitch downwards. His brows furrow as he looks at you with a brighter flush on his handsome face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

No. You won’t let him regret his actions, not for your sake. 

The sudden shift in perspective is alarming when, only moments ago, you feared ruining your relationship with your friend. Now, you’re shifting to sit on the massage table, grabbing Geto by his shirt collar, tugging him forward and slamming his lips onto yours. You groan at the impact, relaxing only a second later once he returns the kiss with just as much hunger. 

But he’s still not close enough. His hold remains on your bra straps, making it harder for you to wrap your arms around his neck. It’s the only reason you pull back, locking eyes with him as you place your hands on his. 

“Suguru,” you pant, chest heaving for air as your lids droop. Your following words stay trapped in your throat, the masseur having slid his hold higher up your shoulders to bring you back to the kiss. You squeak, the fervour behind his actions far more evident as his tongue teases your lower lip. He groans into your mouth, his thumbs caressing your skin as you invite him in, eager to have him even closer. 

Your hands are still on top of Geto’s, you remember, and you slide his down your arms while he’s distracted by the kiss. (With how he’s swirling his tongue around yours, you aren’t sure you can call it a “kiss” anymore.)

You pull back hastily, not missing the string of saliva connecting your bottom lips before motioning for him to look down. His sharp eyes do so, blinking out of his haze as he sees how the cups of your bra no longer cover your breasts. You don’t recall when you stopped caring about your face burning like it was on fire, the pride in your chest and lust in your lower belly now the dominant sensations as he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful creature on the planet. 

“Please,” he gulps, an unmissable strain in his voice. “Let me taste you.”

Even after the lewd makeout session, his words left your mouth cotton-dry. You can only kiss him again, guiding his hands to cup your breasts, your bra sliding off your arms. 

When Geto pulls back, his lips reattach to your skin, trailing down your neck to the valley of your mounds. He lightly pushes you to lie down on the table, making yourself comfortable before plopping one of your nipples into his mouth, the other one between his fingers. Your own hands loosen his hair from its bun, the strands falling gracefully onto his broad back. They’re as soft as they look, your fingers streaming through the midnight locks like water past the pebbles in the river. 

The masseur switches his treatment, the other nipple now teased by the grazing of his teeth while his large hand keeps the second breast from neglect. Your body feels hot, and the warmth of his mouth does little to soothe the issue. But with how much you’ve been rubbing your thighs together, you’d hardly consider this a problem now. 

Your hands remain in his hair as Geto continues kissing down your body, stopping just at the apex of your thigh to peer at you with those dark pools for irises. One of his hands removes the towel from your lap, revealing your thin shorts underneath. He tugs at the waistband, silently asking for your permission. Your response consists of your hips rising from the table, and he’s quick to shimmy your remaining clothes off your body, stealing another passionate kiss from you in the process. 

“I want nothing more than to hear every sound I get out of you,” your friend (can you still call him that?) pants, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards and his face flushed as he watches your reaction through hooded lids. You lean in, chasing his lips for another kiss. He stops you with a finger, and you hold back the whine squeaking from your throat. He chuckles. “But I’m going to need you to keep your voice down. Can you do that for me?”

You almost forgot that you’re in a public setting, even with the privacy of a closed door. Geto warmly smiles when you nod, and he lowers himself to face your crotch, helping you shift to let your legs dangle off the table. You find his eyes widening upon catching sight of your bare cunt already drooling your essence. The ravenette exhales shakily before planting a kiss on your clit, making you twitch. Your reaction makes him chuckle, and he licks long strips against your slit, moaning through his languid movements. 

“What was that about being quiet?” You giggle breathily, leaning your weight on your hands. Geto pauses. 

“Sorry, beautiful,” he whispers with a smile, tightening his hold on your thighs. “You taste like a dream.”

You throw your head back as your eyes flutter shut, his words and continued ministrations between your legs setting your body ablaze and your mind blank. It doesn’t help that he’s practically encouraging you to cage him tightly between your thighs, squeezing his head in place as he makes out with your cunt. Your hips grind into his touch, moving in tandem with his soft lips and warm tongue. 

Even with his sensual movements, you can tell he’s holding back, if his tight hold on the fat of your thighs is any indication. Your hips grind into his touch, allowing him permission to feast on you how he’d like, gripping a fistful of his locks for further encouragement. And the masseur seems to have gotten the message, his tongue digging inside you while his nose nudges at your pearl. 

Holding back your sounds of pleasure is already a challenge—warning the handsome male beneath you of your oncoming release doesn’t even seem possible, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as the sensation in your lower belly grows stronger. 

And maybe Geto doesn’t need you to tell him. Or maybe, he’s just so lost in the taste of your essence that he’s decided to wrap his soft lips around your puffy clit and suck, the tip of his tongue flicking at the nub at the same time. Whatever the case, his actions do the trick, your hold on his head tightening as your legs shake while your jaw falls slack. The ravenette doesn’t falter, pushing himself closer to your cunt, his mouth working its magic and creating sounds that would embarrass you if it weren’t for the ringing in your ears.

Coming down from the high, plus the massage, has you losing your hold on yourself. Luckily for you, Geto quickly rises from his spot, catching you by the waist and pulling you into another kiss with a soft groan. Your taste on your tongue and the need for air make you dizzy, but you bring him closer regardless. 

“‘M sorry,” he pants after ending the kiss, his chin shining with your slick. “Just had to show you how good you taste.”

You can only whimper in response, feathering kisses on his lips as you play with his hair. Geto happily lets you, his large hands mapping your torso and thighs as if burning every curve into his memory. 

“Didn’t know this came with the free massage,” you mumble against his mouth, holding back a smile. 

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he purrs, moving you back down on your stomach like you weigh nothing. You hear the rustling of clothing, and before you can ask him what he’s doing, you feel a weight hovering over your figure. Familiar, large hands splay open on either side of your head while muscular thighs cage your legs in place. “Do you trust me?”

Something pokes your lower back, and you almost forget to answer with the masseur’s hot breath against your ear. You lift your hips to grind against his crotch with a whimper, hoping that’ll be more than enough for him. 

Your actions make Geto laugh, and he teasingly nibbles at your earlobe. “Use your words, darling.”

It doesn’t help that he’s taken his tip to glide across your slit, collecting your juices as a lubricant. You twist your head to face him, one of your hands gripping on the cushion above you as a distraction.

“I’ve been waiting a lot longer for this moment than you know,” you confess meekly, watching as the ravenette’s eyes widen and lips part from your words. “And I don’t think I can keep it up any longer.”

You worry you’ve revealed too much too soon when you’re met with silence. But when that familiar smile and soft gaze grace Geto’s features, the nerves fluttering in your stomach evaporate. 

The handsome male presses a kiss against your temple. “That makes two of us, then.”

With only a few seconds to register his confession, your heart does a doubletake before you feel Geto lead his cock into your heat, his hand gripping yours as reassurance. The subtly painful stretch that follows suit makes you grateful for the gesture, your insides splitting in half as he just keeps going in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling every vein graze against you. 

The masseur notices, it seems, and he whispers encouraging words in your ear, giving you the occasional kiss on your shoulder.

“There you go,” he drawls quietly, his crotch meeting your ass. “Nice and full, aren’t you?”

You exhale shakily, feeling his strong chest pressed against your back. On rare occasions, when Geto wears tight-fitting shirts, you’re blessed with the sight of his chiselled physique, especially his back, since he can’t catch you ogling. The chance to leave your mark there, like an artist’s signature on a painted canvas, is one you’ve longed for. However, with the knot in your belly ready to snap without having him even move makes you grateful for the current position. Maybe next time you’ll get to see all of him. 

Next time. 

“Can I move, darling?” Geto's breath tickles your skin. “I’m afraid I won’t last too long with how you’re squeezing me.”

The almost boyish giggle he breathes out has your heart rocketing in your ribs. Your affirmation comes out weak, but the masseur hears it loud and clear. He reels his hips back, but it’s when he buries his shaft back into you that you feel your eyes roll back once more. Your jaw falls open, a moan slipping out as he sets a languid yet deep pace. 

“We need to keep quiet, remember?” Geto shushes, his face buried in your neck. “My massages are good, but even outsiders might grow suspicious if you’re too loud.”

His soft laughter mixes with your pleading whine. “You’re not making it easy for me.”

The ravenette halts his movements, much to your dismay. Even with you wiggling your hips, he doesn't budge, and you’re about to ask him about the holdup before he beats you to it. 

“You think it’s easy for me?” The soothing lilt of his voice is long gone, replaced with a low timbre that has you clenching around his girth. “I’ve got you milking me for all I’m worth, and we barely started. What do you think that does to me?”

You feel his teeth graze your skin, making you shiver as you try to regain friction between your legs. Geto's stronger than you, much stronger, and your movements don’t make him budge. 

With a quivering sigh, you prop yourself on your forearms, and he retracts from his hiding spot in your neck. You face him, lids hanging low on your eyes and face warmer than it should be. 

“Show me.”

With a smirk, Geto pulls himself out until only his tip remains before slamming back into you. You choke on a gasp, his pace and strength relentless as his hips slap against your ass, the sounds bouncing off the walls. You can’t even call him out on his hypocrisy as you bury your face into the table, hoping it’ll help mask your cries. 

It doesn’t, of course. But Geto Suguru, ever the gentleman, carefully lifts your head by your neck and, while hovering over you, slams his lips against yours. The position isn’t the most comfortable, but you don’t find yourself complaining as he rams into you, filling you up and moulding your insides into the shape of his cock.

Your eyes don’t know what to do, from squeezing shut to crossing. At one point, you catch the door in your peripheral vision, and the thought of potentially getting caught has you clenching, your hand reaching for the masseur’s bicep and digging your nails into his pale skin. 

Geto grunts. “You trying to make me cum, beautiful?”

His playful tone makes you whine, his pace never faltering as he sneaks one of his hands under you to grope one of your breasts. The toying of your nipple, along with the male’s relentless thrusts, fuels the coil in your belly, and what does the trick is him leaving his mark on your neck. 

With a drawn-out gasp, your body stills, toes curling and tongue lolling out as your pussy convulses. You hardly notice Geto’s strokes growing sloppy, his whispered cursing going in one ear and out the other. Having him lead you to heaven is plenty for you. 

Once you calm down, though, you feel like he’s pulled out too soon. You groan, your ears catching the light sounds of him shuffling from his spot above you, followed by a rapid squelching noise that has you peeking over your shoulder. 

There, in all his naked glory, is Geto stroking his cock, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and eyes zeroed in on your figure. 

“Shit, shit—” he cuts himself off with a gasp, ropes of cum shooting from his slit and landing on the back of your thighs. The sight alone has you clenching, the need for him inside you arising once more. “Oh, fuck—”

Anyone would grow angry at a mess thrown at them. You’re no different, just worse (the one time Gojo accidentally made you ruin your eyeliner is more than enough proof—the poor fool).

 And yet, having painted your thighs white by Geto, his seed clinging to your oily (and now sweaty) skin, you somehow find yourself falling for him more. 

“Suguru,” you slur, your eyelids fluttering as you allow your body to slump back onto the table. You feel his weight disappear before hearing footsteps grow louder. Through tired eyes, you’re face-to-face with his crotch, causing you to squeak as your upper body jolts up again. 

“Sorry, sorry,” the masseur chuckles, crouching to meet you at eye level. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The atmosphere returns to the comforting one his work ought to bring, though a part of you finds yourself fidgety. The ravenette wipes away the evidence with a wet towel, and it’s enough to keep you in place and relaxed as he continues to take care of you. 

Once done, he helps you sit up, keeping you steady as your legs dangle off the table.

“I think you fucked the bones out of me,” you croak, and Geto pauses midway from sliding your underwear back up your legs. He laughs a soft, boyish laugh, the melody bringing a smile to your lips and a warmth of embarrassment to your cheeks. “Is this what you had in mind by doing me a favour?”

He pecks your nose before resuming dressing you. “No, but I’m not complaining with the results.”

You hum, and the silence returns as he aids you with the rest of your clothes. 

It isn’t until he’s slipping his boxers back on that you speak again. “You don’t give this kind of special treatment to the others?”

A witless, little joke on your part, though your tone didn’t match. Maybe it was the exhaustion that took charge or a sliver of self-consciousness that needed assurance that you had him all to yourself. Still, you press your lips into a thin line, awaiting his answer. 

“To our friends or my clients?” he inquires, putting on the remainder of his clothes. “Either way, the answer’s no.” When you don’t say anything else, he approaches you, nudging his nose against yours. “Did you want me to?”

Your head snaps up to meet his amused gaze. “No!”

Geto's joking smile eases into a sincere one, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and embracing you. 

“Perfect,” he breathes, pressing his lips to your temple. “Guess that means you’re the only one who gets my special treatment.” A pause, followed by a sheepish giggle. “As long as we do it outside of my job. I’d like to keep it, you know.”

From your position, you peer over his shoulder to where the door stands a few meters away, shut and locked but keeping you in suspense. With heat bubbling in your face, you hide in the crook of his neck. 

“You technically never finished my massage,” you mumble against his skin, your hands tracing any muscle it can reach on his back. Geto pulls back from the hug, jutting his bottom lip as if pondering.

“I suppose you’re right,” he hums before another smile breaks onto his features. “Shall we continue back at my place, then?”

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[cloudcountry]

Eeee requests are open for Rollo!! Ahem.

So ever since I watched a playthrough of the GloMas event, I always had this idea in my head where Rollo and Yuu (or in this case, the reader) are dancing in the ballroom. But Yuu/Reader knew Rollo's connection to what happened with the Crimson flowers (?) and they disliked him for it. But they also don't have a choice but to dance with him to avoid conflict.

I was obsessed with Enemies to Lovers by Joshua Kyan Aalampour at that time so it kinda influenced the idea hehe

Thank you and take a good rest after this!! <3333

SUMMARY: you're trapped in a fearful waltz with the man you hate.

WARNINGS: none!!

COMMENTS: COOKIE THAT PIECE IS BEAUTIFUL........readers if you wnat to listen to something while you read please listen to it its so good and made my writing flow so easily omg

i havent played the full event so if some parts dont make sense thats why!! im only going off of some spoilers ive seen so if you havent seen any spoilers for this event tread carefully i guess!!

Your hands shake as the man in front of you takes them, his stare cold and triumphant. He knows he’s won this battle, that you have to dance in order to preserve Night Raven’s reputation or risk making yourself look bad. He knows he’s won and it kills you inside. You have half a mind to step on his toes but you decide against it.

His hand grasps your waist and sweeps you into a waltz. You hold back a violent shudder at the touch of a madman, your heart pitter-pattering like the ashes against the cobblestone paths. Rollo sighs, almost like he’s relaxed, like he’s enjoying this dance with you.

You could not agree less.

“Are you having fun?” he asks, words laced with a mocking poison.

You seeth, but keep your mouth closed. You will not give him anything to use against you. The dance continues as the orchestra hits another crescendo, and bile crawls up your throat when Rollo spins you and dips you in accordance with the music.

He’s a delightful dance partner, although you loath to admit it. If he wasn’t so unpleasant to be around and didn’t actively put the people you loved in danger, you may have enjoyed this moment.

That thought vanishes the second you see his face and the ugly smirk that adorns it. You hate this. You hate this and you hate him. You hate having to rely on your magical peers to drag you away from Rollo, even though they can’t right now because this dance is supposed to signify goodwill.

It doesn’t matter how much Deuce hates to see you uncomfortable, or how much Jamil takes in your partner's body language to make sure he isn’t planning anything nefarious, or how hard Azul clenches his fists in displeasure or how much Grim wants to bite his ankles or how much Malleus wants to rip Rollo’s hands off of you because they would ruin everything if they did and that’s simply not an option any of them can take anymore.

And so you dance.

You dance and you can’t wait for it to be over.

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[ddejavvu]

this might be a weird ask but what abt a short blurb where a younger reader is getting flirted with by an older man at the Hard Deck and Jake who's been trying to get with her for ages comes in to "save the day and get rid of the creep" but turns out that the older man is actually her husband and non other than ssa aaron hotchner

sorry if it's kinda weird I just thought it was funny😭😭

THIS IS SO SILLY AND FUNNY AND GOOD THANK YOU <3333

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Jake Seresin is undeniably cocky, but he doesn't often go too far. He's snapped once or twice, but comes away from it a changed man, and stays on the lookout for any ways he can redeem himself.

Having pushed once or twice a little too hard over the counter of a bar, he's been on the prowl ever since for men who haven't picked up the same knowledge as him. The Hard Deck is a perfect place to exercise his keen observational skills, and there's an older man sitting at the counter whos been there for almost an hour.

Usually patrons mingle, but his ass has been on the stool for far too long, his eyes glued to your figure as you work. He's not exactly confused by the man's infatuation with you, as he shares the same feeling, but you keep having to cut off whatever he's saying to serve someone another drink, and Jake thinks that by now, this middle aged douche should have figured out that now isn't the time to chat.

You're clearly strained trying to keep up with both your job and conversation, and the next time someone cuts in to ask you for a beer, Jake sees your eyes pinch shut in frustration. You turn around as happy as can be, always cheery for customer service, but your shoulder sag when you complete the man's request, and the man at the counter doesn't give you two seconds to recover before he's blabbering on again.

Jake's made up his mind.

He strides to the counter in long, confident steps, leaning over opposite the man to call for your attention.

"Y/N, darlin'?"

You cast a tense glance over your shoulder, features relaxing when you see Jake, "Hang on, Lieutenant."

You seem relieved when you turn to face him, a tired smile on your face and his usual order already in your hand, "A refill?"

"That'll do," He grins, that charming expression that he's hoping is wooing the pants off of you, "Hey, honey," He leans in slightly, lowering his voice so that the man subtly observing you two from behind doesn't hear him, "That guy talkin' your ear off?"

A sly grin flits over your face, "It's okay, Hangman. I'll let him."

"You don't have to." Jake presses, eyes clouded with worry, 'If you're trying to make a tip off of him or something, I'm sure it's not worth hearing about what bars were like back in his day. Hell, I'll pay you to let me chuck him out."

"I promise you!" You laugh, "I'm okay, Jake. Thank you for worrying about me."

"M'always gonna," He admits, face gently curved in a frown as you lean back, no longer whispering in hushed tones, "Just let me know if you need me, darlin'."

"Will do," You grin, "But Jake? Tone down the pet names around my husband, would you? I don't want him getting jealous."

Jake blinks.

Jake blinks again.

Then casts his gaze over your shoulder at the older man, who's sitting there nursing his drink with a poorly concealed smirk, his eyes downcast to avoid Jake's.

"That guy's your husband?" Jake verifies, heat at his cheeks and stomach at his feet, "You're married?"

"I don't wear my ring 'cause it gets nasty in the dishwater," You lament, "'Thought you knew, Jake."

"I did not know." Jake nods slowly, gnawing at the inside of his cheek, "Well- uh, alrighty then. Get back to your little chit-chat."

"Thank you for the offer," You call after him as he pushes off of the counter, even if your words fall on deaf, mortified ears, "I really appreciate it!"

"Sorry, Aaron," You grin bashfully at your husband, turning back to take his large hands into yours, "He's like that with everyone. Real sweet guy, just a little forward. He thought you were bothering me."

"It's okay," Aaron hums, leaning across the bar to kiss you, something you normally wouldn't allow during your shift.

"I liked it more than I thought I would," Aaron muses, and you ghost your thumb over the wedding band on his ring finger, "Hearing you tell him I was your husband."

"I don't think he liked it," You nearly cringe at the memory, "Hopefully things aren't awkward."

"Mm, they might be." Aaron chuckles, locking eyes with a dark-haired woman who looks a little bit like she might want to kill him, "I think he told his friends."

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coffee beans

cw: nothing other than language and cheesiness 😭 no fem/masc reader, completely up to you.

desc: barista!ellie hates her job until a cute customer catches her eye and jesse helps her out

a/n: this is my first post, i didn’t lnow wjat to write so i kinda just blurted something out so sorry if this is bad😓 this is extremely cheesy as well, but i like that stuff! i love feedback (not rude) as well <3 also none of the dividers i use are mine, except for the solid colored ones. ill have to find the creator of the really cute ones.. other than that enjoy! <3333 reblogs are welcomed

wc: 1k

PLEASE READ HERE TO HELP PALESTINE.

working in a busy coffee shop, full of bright colors, with people all around, posing for their hopefully viral posts, wasn’t exactly ellie’s “dream job”. the hordes of people that came in during the winter should be illegal. she’d rather be helping people find vinyl’s they’d been searching the markets for, or maybe starting a band straight out of joel’s garage with her close group of friends.

though, she became accustomed to being here. whatever helped her with the stressful expenses she has to pay as a college student.

she rang up the same order that had gained popularity on some app, which felt like the millionth time today. she lets out a sigh, not even looking up, “your total will be 17.20, cash or card?”

“card, please,” your eager voice responds to an unamused barista. that’s when ellie actually looks up. she scans your features, adorned in a little snow, immediately taken aback. her saying you were gorgeous would be an understatement.

she took in your radiant skin, under the annoying glow of the menus above the prep area behind her. and your eyes. they were so captivating and comforting. the way they were all doe made her heart flutter a little, she swears.

you were a lot different than the other girls that came into the shop, all carbon copies of each other. it made her question reality honestly. however, you were different in every aspect. from your style to your energy, she just had to have you.

“o-of course, just tap it here,” ellie clears her throat and spins the payment machine around, looking up at you. you follow her instructions as you notice her hands. they we’re slender and looked fairly cold but so soft, you thought. her short, messy hair was charming. her style that made her look like someone’s grandpa was also very attractive, for some odd reason you felt like a creep being attracted to a worker, who looks like she very much hates her job as is.

“thank you. your order will be done shortly, pretty,” ellie says flashing you a smile. you blink a couple of times, malfunctioning from a compliment you hear quite often. you smile and nod, feeling your face heat up.

as ellie watches you walk off, she jogs to the kitchen in the back. “jesse?” ellie looks around looking for him. “i’m over here ellie, what’s up?” he looks up at her from a drink he was crafting. “can i take out this order please?” ellie shows him the freshly printed receipt. “less work for me? sure,” he says as he continues to to make one of the orders. “yesss,” ellie grabs your order off of the counter next to jesse and heads out of the kitchen.

now taking a seat at booth far off in the corner, you take off your tote bag and rip off your scarf. you look out of the window next to the comfy booth, in awe of the snow falling so gracefully. your attention was stolen by the outside environment, until you felt the presence of someone walking over. you quickly snap your head to the culprit. that culprit being the barista holding your order.

“it’s finished already?” you say, surprised. “well, you could say that..” ellie hands your order over, that had actually been for someone else who ordered before you. she was just really eager to just talk to you. your eyes lit up excitedly, she found that really cute. you take a sip happily.

“your shirt,” you say looking at her torso, “i love that band so much, even though they are newer. their music is very different,” you say, now looking back up at her. “yea, i totally agree,” ellie awkwardly leans on the booth seat opposite to you. truth is, ellie had no idea who this band was. it was just a random shirt she picked up from walmart, honestly.

“um anyways, i like your outfit. not everyday i see someone as stylish as you,” she motions to your cute leg warmers. “really? thank you,” you sort of giggle as you say that. ellie found that cute too, she was so far in.

what ellie thought was going smoothly and definitely not awkward, was interrupted by her coworker.

“ellie, wrap it up. i can’t be working in the back and working the register,” a man with a wolfy haircut says as he grabs ellie’s shoulder.

“jesse, fuck off. i am clearly preoccupied,” ellie’s demeanor quickly changes as she rolls her eyes, turning to him. jesse grabs his heart, looking offended. he was obviously being sarcastic. “i just blessed you and you’re cursing me out?”

“yo- you didn’t bless me.. i’m helping you”

“want me to help you and speed this up?” jesse pulls out a notepad from his tool pouch, hastily writing something down. you hold back from letting out a boisterous laugh from their interaction.

“jesse, the hell are you writing,” she says through gritted teeth, clearly embarrassed. ellie tries to read what he’s written, but jesse is already ripping it out handing you the paper. “jesse, just stop, she’s already paid!” ellie’s eyes widen with anger from annoyance.

“yea i’ve-“ jesse cuts you off, “don’t worry, just read it,” he flashes you a quick smile as he walks back to the counter.

you read the paper as you slowly smile, then you look up at ellie. you hand her the paper. ellies face immediately turns all fifty shades of red. “god, i hate him sometimes. he’s so.. childish,” ellie says as she balls the paper up, looking away to hide her embarrassment.

“don’t worry, i find you cute too,” you say smiling, looking into her beautiful, jade eyes. ellie laughs awkwardly, inhaling while fixing her posture. she takes a seat opposite of you, “so would you like to go somewhere later, like.. i-i don’t know,” she trails off. “just give me your number and we could talk about it later,” you say while looking at her nervous composure.

“cool,” she looks at you as well, finally relaxing for once. she writes down her number on a napkin that was left on the table and hands it to you. “i’ll see you soon then?” you say, watching her stand from the booth.

“definitely,” flashing you a smirk as she jogs back over to the register.

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please do not plagiarize any of my works or post them on other websites without given permission !

[sakasakiii]

a while ago in june of last year i posted this sketch dump and received a very wonderful ask from @mochamai wherein the mysterious ghost hand to the left of maedhros was brought to attention..... i hv seized this opportunity to do these very self indulgent doodles of Melkor who (loathe as i am to admit it) is the individual that hand belongs to 😭😭

HEAR ME OUT OK. it was just supposed to be a random hand right. i had drawn it with normal nails and everything!!! BUT THEN. then. i was on pinterest browsing character design inspiration and i found the infamous stained dark claw hand (if you know you know) and i realised it was my one chance to actually incorporate it into my silm designs... then i considered who would fit it and all i could think of was post-silmaril morgoth.... and here we are :((((

anyways ive been kinda busy these past two months BUT i used this chance to squeeze in some anatomy practice so errrrr dont ask me why he's shirtless in most of these..... i will only speak in the presence of my attorney........

thank you again for taking the time to ask though!!!!! ❤️❤️ i really really do like your original interpretation of the hand (i'll post the original picture below if anyone is curious) belonging to Maedhros in Mandos-- especially since it kinda matches up lorewise doesnt it....!!! it means a lot that youd take the time to look at it in such detail waaaaa <3333 maybe some new mae doodles are in order to make up for it 😚😚 soon!!!

^ the aforementioned hand dun dun dunnnn

[https-yeonjun]

honeymoon avenue (k.th)

wc. 2812

genre. angst

tags. established relationship, mention of food, mentions of infidelity, insecurities, toxic relationship, a little aged up but ages are not specified, pet names (baby), taehyun is just really an asshole in this idk

a/n. this is kind of a repost but i finally edited this!! happy taehyun day!!!!!! part two will be up hopefully soon but it's a stand alone fic. this is based on honeymoon avenue by ariana grande, the song of my life <3333

more of my work

“thank you so much for having us.” you greet taehyun’s mother at the door about to leave their house. you’re holding a tupperware full of leftovers that she insisted you take with you. “taehyun doesn’t look like he eats much at home, so why don’t you guys take this with you?” you tried to laugh off her comment, but she pushed the bowl into your hand.

“are you sure you guys can’t spend the night?” she turned to her son, “they said the rain was going to get worse.”

“we didn’t bring anything to stay the night with.” you interjected.

one of taehyun’s best traits, in your opinion, was how much he cared about his family. simultaneously, his worst trait was his inability to say no to his mother.

“yeah, i don’t have to tell you how she gets when she doesn’t do her nighttime routine,” he joked. they both laughed while you stood in silence, looking back at the car, wishing more than anything that you could disappear from this place and erase this entire night from your memory.

“will you guys come to the house tomorrow before you leave?”

“prob—” taehyun began, but you cut him off.

“we don’t think so,” you feigned an apologetic tone. “we have to get out really early.”

“yeah, but we’ll try.” he finished.

you gave his mother a tight lipped smile and allowed her to say goodbye to her son for what felt like the fifteenth time that evening.

you walked to the car together silently.

you sat in the car together silently.

you watched as his mother entered the house and closed the front door.

he started the car, set up the gps, and turned on the radio, without saying so much as a word to you. you scoffed and he quickly turned the volume down.

“what?” he asked with genuine confusion, but there was an undercurrent of frustration beneath the surface.

“seriously?” you countered.

“what?” a hint of defensiveness crept into his voice.

“i can’t believe you said that.”

“what did i say?”

“you completely threw me under the bus with your mom. you know how she gets. please tell me how i get.” your words were sharp, biting with accusation, and taehyun rolled his eyes at your comment, annoyance flickering across his face.

“i’m really tired. i don’t want to do this right now.”

you watched him as he pulled out of the driveway and made his way out of the neighborhood, feeling the tension simmering between the two of you.

it was another rainy day and you were driving into your hometown to surprise your parents. it was hour six of your drive when your phone died and you noticed you were almost out of gas. you stopped at a nearby diner and asked around for a charger. taehyun was sitting by the window, focused on his computer, with papers sprawled on the table in front of him, a half drunk cup of coffee beside him. for the first time in thirty minutes, he looked up when he heard your voice and laid his eyes on quite literally the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life. or so he tells everyone whenever he recounts this story.

“hey,” he called out to you. “i have a charger you can use.”

you sat opposite him in the booth, and he took this as an invitation to introduce himself to you. “hey, i’m taehyun by the way.”

“and i’m forever grateful to you taehyun.”

“your parents named you “forever grateful”?” he laughed at his joke and you joined him.

“yeah, it was my great grandmother’s name.” you joked as well. “actually, my name is y/n.”

against your protest, he ordered food for you and you sat with him for hours, completely forgetting that you were supposed to be surprising your parents that evening. when the rain cleared up, you took your phone from him, but not before asking for his phone number.

and now you’re both sitting in a rental car, stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. the air is thick with anticipation of the impending thunderstorm. you noticed the tension etched in your boyfriend’s features. frustration creased his eyebrows, his jaw clenched with each passing moment of immobility. his fingers tapped restlessly on the steering wheel as his impatience grew with each second you spent at the traffic light.

“what’s wrong?” your gaze turned towards him, searching his face for answers.

“nothing,” he responded tersely as he made an abrupt u-turn.

“tae, what are you doing?” a furrow formed between your brows as you watched his erratic behavior.

“nothing, baby,” he sighed. his eyes remained fixed on the road.

“why are you turning around?”

“too much traffic. this way is faster.” a hint of annoyance crept into his words, but that didn’t stop you from persisting.

“the gps just said you should turn around again.”

“i know where we’re going, baby, this way is faster.” though his voice was firm, there was a note of uncertainty in his eyes that betrayed his facade of confidence.

“tae, are you sure?”

“i don’t need you fucking second guessing me, y/n?” he snapped. you flinched at the tone of his voice, the sting of his anger hitting you like a physical blow. so you quickly muttered apologies to try and ease the weight of his irritation that was pressing down on you like a burden.

“fuck, baby.” he softened. “i’m sorry, i’m just really tired and i want to go to bed,” his hand reached out for yours in a gesture of reconciliation, but you gently pushed him away. 

“it’s fine, let’s just get home.”

“you further shrunk in your seat. things weren’t always this tense between you and taehyun, obviously. at first and for the longest time, he was so perfect – your relationship was so perfect. he was so thoughtful and sweet. there was never a morning where you woke up without seeing a text message from him. even when he was busy, he always made time for you – he always made you a priority.

but a year and a half into your relationship, you noticed him pulling away from you. it started out as him arriving late to dinners to him not even bothering to show up sometimes. you noticed him sneaking away to take work calls right before bed. you could go days without seeing or speaking to each other. some days he was out of the house before you woke up and you could hear him sliding into the shower in the early hours of the morning.

he wasn’t as involved as he was before and nothing hurt more than feeling like you were in a relationship with yourself.

and you did try to bring it up to him, on multiple occasions. but he would always shut it down with every excuse under the sun.

“i already said i was sorry, baby.” he groaned at you when you asked where he was. you got home from the restaurant he was supposed to meet you an hour ago to find taehyun on the couch in front of the tv. “i just wish you told me before i wasted an hour waiting for you.” you tried to push the tears back, but it was no use. “you know i’m up for that promotion. i was at work and it just slipped my mind.” he continued. he turned off the tv and walked out of the room, leaving you alone on the couch, tears staining your new dress.

sometimes you felt like maybe you were the problem. maybe you were the one who wasn’t working hard enough to keep him interested. you weren’t doing enough to make him stay.

and that brings you to tonight. you planned this trip to his hometown to visit his parents because he hadn’t seen them in months. honestly, you never really got on great with his mother, but you always told yourself that because she’s important to him, you wanted – you needed – to get on her good side for him.

you did everything for him.

everything was going to be perfect at this dinner. you were going to wow his parents – his mother in particular. you and him were going to get back on the right lane. everything was going to be perfect.

to your surprise, when you walked into the dining room, you saw an extra place setting. “i thought it was a family dinner, are we expecting someone else?” you asked your boyfriend, who just shrugged in response. he gave his mom the bottle of wine that you picked out, and you tried to ignore the idea that something bad was going to happen.

everything was going well. you were in the kitchen with his mom talking about the renovations that they had done on the house last month, while taehyun and his dad were in the living room. the doorbell rang and you stupidly and naively volunteered to get it.

and that was when you saw her, holding the tupperware you were currently nursing in your lap, with a big smile on her face. you turned around to see your boyfriend and his mother rush to the door. his mom squealed, “oh honey, i’m so glad you could make it.”

taehyun, on the other hand, looked like he just saw a ghost.

after ten minutes of tense silence, taehyun finally broke it. “you know, you could have been a lot nicer.”

“i could have been a lot nicer?” your tone was incredulous, eyebrows raised in disbelief at his audacity.

“yeah, you could have been a lot nicer to my mom. she’s really trying, you know.”

you wanted to laugh at him for insinuating that if his mother had any interest in being nice to you, tonight was the night she decided to make an effort. “she hates me,” you sighed, the weariness evident in your voice.

“she does not hate you.”

“she invited your ex-girlfriend to dinner.”

“she’s a family friend.”

“she tried to undermine me,” you began, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“you’re being ridiculous,” he said under his breath.

“and you do nothing to defend me every time she makes a snide comment about me.” the lump in your throat growing with each word.

he chuckled, the sound lace with bitterness. “okay, what did she say?”

“you want me to recount all the times your mother has verbally abused me since we started dating?”

“verbally abused,” he repeated, mockingly. “that’s definitely a phrase.”

“don’t do this to me,” you pleaded, feeling the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “taehyun, i sat for three hours while your mother broke down everything she hates about me and compared me to your ex-girlfriend that she invited to the dinner that i planned for you. so please don’t try to negate the way i feel.”

his silence only fueled your anger, the frustration boiling over inside you. “god, i don’t even know why i’m doing this.”

“doing what?”

“trying to make sure that this thing works.”

“this thing?”

“our relationship–” you exhaled, the weight of your words hanging in the air. “being in this relationship makes me so unhappy. and i– i keep trying to make this work. i keep trying to make you happy and you don’t give me anything in return.”

his scoff cut through the air like a knife, but he remained silent, refusing to engage with you. 

“can you please say something?” you begged him.

“i don’t give you anything in return?”

“no tae, you don’t.”

“i didn’t realize this relationship was a fucking business transaction.”

god, why do you always do this?” you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“what am i doing?” he scoffed again.

“every time i try to talk to you, you always try to make me feel like shit.”

“i’m sorry, i’m just not seeing the problems that –” his excuses grated on your nerves, pushing you to your breaking point.

“are you cheating on me?” you asked quietly, the words hanging heavy in the air between you.

“what?” his voice carried a note of surprise, but his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead.

“are you cheating on me?” you repeated, turmoil brewing inside you. you studied his face intently, searching for any hint of deceit.

“you’re fucking ridiculous, i’m not having this conversation right now.” his response was curt, his tone was laced with irritation as he refused to meet your gaze.

“why? because you’re fucking your ex? why can’t you answer my question?” your voice rose, desperation creeping into your voice as you implored him to give you a straight answer.

“no, i’m not fucking my ex.”

“but you are cheating on me?” you tried to calm yourself down, your voice returning to its regular volume.

“no, i’m not cheating on you.” he briefly turns to look at you. “i’m not fucking cheating on you.” he made another abrupt turn, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

“where the fuck are we going?”

“i told you, i’m trying to fucking go home.” he hit the gas, the car lurching forward. you could tell that you pissed him off.

“then why aren’t you following the gps?”

“because i know the fastest way to get home, just fucking trust me.”

“stop the car.” you demanded.

“what?”

“you heard me. stop the car. right now.” you told him again, you heart pounding in your chest as you steeled yourself for what comes next. he slowed down and brought the car to a halt, pulling over at the side of the road. without a word, you got out of the car.

“can you get back into the car?”

“no, i’m going to find my way home.”

“y/n, please stop being ridiculous and just get in the fucking car.”

“can you please stop calling me ridiculous?”

“well, if you stopped acting ridiculous, i wouldn’t have to call you that.” he countered. “can you please just get in the car? let’s go home.”

you turned to face the side of you. the rain was beating down on you, helping you mask the tears streaming down your face. “i can’t keep doing this. i don’t want to do this anymore,” you repeated to yourself, your voice barely above a whisper. you don’t really know if you’re talking to him or to yourself but the words were heavy with finality.

he unbuckled his seatbelt and met you on the side of the road. he wrapped his arms around you. “you don’t want to do what? go home?”

“i don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.” you turn around to face him

“come one, don’t say that. please just get in the car. we can talk about this when we get home.” he pleaded with you. the threat of actually losing you sobered him up quickly.

“get home? tae, we don’t even know where the fuck we’re going.” you screamed in his face, but he didn’t even flinch. he just wrapped his arms around you and you fell into his shoulder at his embrace.

“you’re gonna get sick, baby. please let’s just talk about this in the car.” you nodded and complied with him, getting back into the car.

you both sat in silence in the parked car at the side of the road.

“i’m sorry,” he finally broke the silence.

“you can’t keep saying that after you hurt me.”

“i know, i know, but i don’t want to lose you,” he confessed.

“i’m sor–” he started but shut up when he saw you wiping the tears from your face.

“did you know?” you looked up at him. “did you know that she was going to be at the dinner?” he looked back at you blinking. you took his silence as an answer.

“my mom told me a few days before we got here, but i didn’t think she would actually invite her or that she would actually show up.” it was your turn now to not give him an answer. “i never cheated on you. you have to believe me.”

“i don’t know, tae.” you sniffed. “i don’t know what to believe. i just know that i’ve never felt this sad ever in my life and i don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

“i don’t want to lose you.” you could see the tears build up in his eyes, even though he looked away from you quickly.

“we’re both miserable in this relationship. this isn’t working for either of us anymore. we should just get out while we don’t completely hate each other. take a break from each other.”

“okay,” he softly conceded.

and with that he put the car back in drive, and followed the route back to the hotel. the only sound in the car is the pitter patter of the rain on the window.

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[lyomeii]

the flower girl

➤ warnings:yandeee theme, platonic relationships, mentioned deaths, the blood curse, mentioned abuse.

➤ request by @cuzwhynottsworld hi hi! LOVE LOVE LOOOOVE YOUR WORK! I was wondering if you could do a yandere platonic my in-laws are obsessed with me with a female child reader? Like say that reader sells flowers to get money and encounters each of the family members in town one by one, and they all take a liking to her, and then they find out she’s an orphan in a bad orphanage and so they decide to adopt her, being careful about the curse and such. Uhh you can choose how it ends! Also stay happy and healthy <3333

➤ a/n: thank you, thank you! I’m really happy with your words girl ;) and I really like writing this one, it’s been a while since I wrote a child! Reader. from now on, I will tag all the new posts with the reader’s gender in order to make things easier to find.

➤ as the streets are getting full due the summer, selphius who is looking forward to buy a gift from his classmate. he enjoys the sunny day, a little girl approach him as she holds a small basket of flowers and asking if he wishes to buy a bouquet, that little girl is you.

➤ with a cute face and sweet personality of your, Selphius brought the entire basket from you and that made you gain a lot of gold coins that day. he was quite happy to see your smiling so brightly. He told both terdeo and pereshati about it, both adult were happy to see the boy enthusiastic about it.

➤ a few days later, pereshati went to the capital to see her friends and unexpectedly, she met you. this time, your cheeks were red due to the bright sunlight hitting your skin. the pink haired brought you a glass of milk and a few sweeties from a bakery nearby.

➤ the two of you talk for a while, pereshati learned a few things about you. both of your parents died in a carriage accident and now, you live at an orphanage in the edge of the capital alongside others children, so you sell the flowers in order to gain money to move out when you grown older.

➤ she is impressed by how mature you are compared to others children in your age, yet she can sense something off this whole story. once home, she told it to terdeo about it, asking if he could do a little research in the orphanage’s background, after all, no children should be working like you are.

➤ the duke did a few background check on the orphanage and well, he wasn’t impressed by what he found. turn out that place not only abuse the children who didn’t made enough money, but sold them by the sole purpose of money. that made him rage and of course, the orphanage was close and the children were sent to better places to live, with the exception of you.

➤ Terdeo decided to adopted you into the family. since selphius enjoys being around you, the man thought that would be great to have another children since islet left for the capital. he loves seeing you act like a real child alongside your new brother. pereshati is relieved that you didn’t reject the idea of joining their family, she likes having you around as another member that doesn’t have the curse.

➤ speaking of the curse, no one dare to tell you about it. maybe one day, you will find out by the worst way or they will tell you, but for now, the family want to keep your mind busy with studies and toys.

➤ unfortunately, the news of the lapireon adopting a girl from an orphanage quickly spread all over the nation. most nobles hate the fact that a little girl from nowhere become part of high society, especially one that enjoy dirtying herself with mud and flowers. there was a few attempts to bully you at events, of course, many children guided by their parents’ words tried to hurt you in many ways, yet you manage to befriend them. however, selphius didn’t like that.

➤ he is your brother. your best friend and only friend. selphius doesn’t want to expose you to the world (too dangerous!), but his pleadings go unheard by his parents and family. even though, they all agree with him, the lapireon fear that if they lock you inside their territory, you will become a prisoner just like the orphanage you once lived.

➤ this new life is easier to you, of course there will moments that will hurt you, they can’t stop those things from happening. however many people know better than messing up with the new member of the lapireon.

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[magentas-dystopia]

Something I really lament is the move towards digital media. Slowly we start to never own the things we like. Even if we "buy" a digital game, or movie or show. It's locked behind a certain platform or service. Once it shuts down we lose it forever.

(me when big booby anime girl explosion Is taken off of Netflix)

I also feel like there's a certain charm to owning physical media, like things you can hold and the satisfaction from pressing a clicky button or putting a disc or cassette in and seeing it work.

(oooh so classy so retro so.. expensive in the modern day)

More people should try to make copies of what they own digitally, or try to buy physical media before it's lost from streaming services and digital storefronts forever. Like the case with certain games like Godzilla 2014 and Transformers War for Cybertron. They don't exist digitally anymore. Only hard copies exist outside of emulation and at insane resell prices like... INSANE ones for a mediocre Godzilla game

So yea. Buy some more CDs of those albums you have on replay! Buy a DVD of that niche obscure anime you like! And most importantly PLEASE PLEASE START MAKING HARD BACKUPS OF SHOWS YOU LIKE THAT YOU PIRATE!!! media preservation is important!

(me downloading every episode of Daredevil onto my hard drive to burn to a DVD later so I can give it to all my friends)

This is now going to be a Comprehensive guide on how to rip a CD

POLL TIME!

Burning and Ripping Disc's❤️❤️💕💕🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

STEP ONE:

BUY A CHEAP BLU-RAY/DVD DRIVE FOR YOUR WINDOWS COMPUTER

here are some I recommend!!!

i personally use this pioneer one :)))

DVD drives in general are relatively cheap from 30-20 smackeroos, but Blu-ray drives are around 80-100 bucks depending on the manufacturer but offer better support for copying HD video such as on a Blu-ray.

STEP TWO:

FIND A PIECE OF MEDIA YOU ENJOY.

in this case its gonna be a CD!!

i really enjoy Vespertine by Bjork, but i wanna have it on my computer just in case anything happens to my CD. SO. ill open Windows Media Player

(she hasn't changed since 2011 <3333 be urself girl)

NEXT

ill insert the disc into the player. and it'll start playing!

Pause the disc and go into Rip settings

NEXT!! select the format!

if you want to conserve space and don't mind sacrificing audio quality select MP3! if you want to hear the same level of audio quality as preserved on the CD, select a format labelled LOSSLESS. I recommend .WAV files as they'll work with most devices including an android phone or iTunes on PC (more on that later ;3 )

NEXT!

create a folder on whatever u wanna save ur music to! (u can call it whatever u want the world is your oyster bestie)

THEN!!! FINALLY

go into more options on the Rip Settings menu!

select ur folder and press Rip CD!!!!

the fun thing of this now, is that you can pull these files on your computer and put it onto your Android device so you can listen to your hearts content without lugging around your CD in a player at high quality without any subscription service with free reign of who you can give your download to!

But Magenta! what if i have an iPhone?

ohohoo fear not bestie because iTunes on PC has an even EASIER way to do it

because simply putting in a disc with iTunes downloaded prompts THIS

(oooo so new age)

and if you have apple music on your iPhone this will sync to your phone if you logged into iTunes on PC!!

thank you for coming to my TED talk

[piichuu]

♡ SAVE YOUR TEARS - NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS: getting a new customer at the bakery won’t lead to anything, right?

WARNINGS: possible spoilers for the shibuya arc, gojo doesn’t get sealed, mentions of blood, food, angst, fluff, f!reader, strangers to lovers

WORD COUNT: 9.7k

NOTES: this is a fic to thank you for 1k followers, so i hope you will enjoy it! thank you @anqelically for beta reading <3 reblogs and feedback is appreciated <3333

the sun is shining through the windows while people are sitting outside the building with cups of coffee in their hands together with different pastries. some have bought bread to eat later as they finally reach their homes again. while they are enjoying the sun that won’t shine so bright as autumn truly arrives, you are standing behind the counter of the bakery, taking orders from customers and handing them what it is they want.

to your help, a co-worker is making the drinks so you can focus on taking orders. the bread is freshly baked by you while the pastries have been made by a few other workers who were there earlier in the morning. the number of customers has increased over time as it’s becoming late afternoon and most are on their way home from work, wanting to eat something on their way home.

you’re busy handing a customer a bag of bread that you barely notice the man who enters the bakery with dark circles painting the color under his eyes. he is wearing a blue shirt with a pair of jeans, as well as a tie with a pattern you don’t often see on that sort of clothing. it almost looks like a leopard print. he is barely smiling either, just walking inside the small building and towards the counter with that stoic face of his.

it is only when he actually reaches the counter that you finally notice him. the customer you were previously talking to has now left and the blonde man has suddenly turned his gaze to you, his expression barely changing. “hello! how can i help you?” you ask, sounding as cheerful as you possibly can after working for already five hours. the man seems to have done the same, if not longer. he doesn’t seem to be able to wear a cheerful act though as a smile doesn’t even appear on his lips. “could i maybe have some bread? the sourdough, please.”

you give him a quick nod before grabbing a plastic bag where you put the bread he has requested. he is patiently waiting on the other side of the counter, glancing towards you every once in a while, but also looking around the small area where different kinds of people are sitting, talking about their day with one another, gossiping and laughing. he, on the other hand, is visibly exhausted. the bags under his eyes almost seem to become more evident after you finally hand him the bag of bread. he grabs it and reaches for the money lying in his wallet.

“thank you, have a good day, sir!” you give him a sweet smile and he nods, forcing yet another smile in response. “you too,” he puts his wallet back in his jeans pocket and leaves the building with the bag of bread in hand.

you watch as he leaves, following his figure until he is no longer in sight. “when has someone that handsome ever walked in here?” your co-worker asks, letting out a chuckle as he also watches the man leave. you look towards the boy who’s the same age as you, giving him a smile and giggling quietly. “never, good thing he didn’t speak too much or i would have fallen in love with him.” “me too, who could not fall in love with him?”

as you have finally ended your shift for the day and are now cooking dinner for yourself at home, the man from earlier keeps making his appearance in your memories. he was different than most people you met, even though he wasn’t doing anything extraordinary. his demeanor was rather calm even if he seemed tired and sometimes frustrated. all of his movements were gentle and he wasn’t stressing you to get the bread for him any faster.

if he came there more often, perhaps your work days would have more fun in them. they begin to grow boring eventually, especially now that you live in the same apartment as where the small bakery has its place, only a few floors above it. it’s almost as if you’re stuck to work on a constant basis, but it was your choice to move, knowing you were gonna be in the same building as your work.

it is already beginning to become dark outside. autumn is drawing closer and the days are getting cooler. the leaves are slowly but surely making their way off the trees to land on the ground, painting the roads orange and yellow.

walking to the grocery store after work will no longer be an option as it will already be dark when your shifts have ended. instead, you will have to do it in the morning or on the weekend, all to not risk being kidnapped or possibly killed. not that anyone is out after you, but the amount of news about women being attacked at night has reached you now more than ever. it almost seems as if the crime rate has increased these past few months, so you don’t dare take any risks.

as the night comes closer, the time to go to bed is slowly creeping up and as you lay in bed with your eyes closed, the man from earlier is still stuck in your mind. how come he can’t leave your mind alone after one single meeting? why is his face now imprinted in your brain, not allowing you to ever forget him?

the next day, early in the morning as you’re once again standing by the counter, someone walks through the door. it isn’t often there are people coming in this early as they are often hurrying to work and don’t have the time to stop and buy anything, but the familiar blonde who is now wearing a pair of glasses that almost look like goggles walks in. he is wearing a white suit with a blue shirt underneath, still with the tie that is so unusual from many others.

you watch as he comes up to the counter, still with bags under his eyes but also a genuine smile playing on his lips as he most likely hasn’t been at work yet to grow too frustrated. “hello sir! what do you want today?” you ask with a smile that reflects his own. for a quick second, he looks at the alternatives he has before turning his attention to you. “some banana bread would be nice, please,” he replies and you begin to prepare a bag for where you’ll put the requested item.

“on your way to work?” you speak while putting the bread in the bag, trying to start a conversation with the rather quiet man.

he nods, letting out a quiet sigh before receiving the bag from you and reaching for his wallet to pay. “yes, i went a little early today to get something to eat beforehand,” he says while handing you the right amount of cash. you take the money and put it with the few other bits of coins you’ve gotten this early in the morning. “good luck then, have a good day,” you keep the smile on your face as he does the same. “you too, have a good day.”

the tall man continues to enter the bakery every other day. sometimes he’s there in the morning before work, sometimes he’s there afterward with droopy eyes and furrowed eyebrows. those days when he isn’t there, you can’t help but look out the window in hopes for him to enter before your shift ends. his presence itself may not feel special to others, but there is something about him that causes your heart to beat extra quickly.

it is now turning into the evening as you’re behind the counter, soon ready to close the shop, but you stop yourself from putting the leftover pastries and bread to bring home as someone enters the door, it’s him.

the blonde man who is no longer a new customer steps inside, his breathing rapid while walking up to the counter. “i’m sorry, have you closed yet? i ran late from work, i hurried here as fast as i could,” he explains and you flash him a slight smile. “we don’t have much left, you can take the bread we have left if you want, i’ll take as much as i would for just one piece.”

the man shakes his head. “i’ll pay for all of them,” he hands you money to pay for the bread and waits for you to put them all in a bag for him. “have you been working all day?”

you look up at him for a quick second before continuing to put the bread in their bags. “since 12, so not for too long. have you had a long day at work?” you ask and he shrugs his shoulders, giving you a smile as you hand him the bag with different types of bread. “it’s been shorter than the usual, but it’s still exhausting,” he admits.

“well, thank you for coming here and buying from us again,” you say as he puts his wallet back into his suit pocket. “the bread is wonderful, i will have to taste the pastries one day as well. do you bake them yourself?” he asks, getting a chuckle out of you and a shake of head. “i do bake, but not by myself. i can’t take all the credit.”

he smiles softly and nods in acknowledgment. “well, i have to go now. thank you for the bread…” he speaks, trying to come up with a name, one that he hasn’t yet been told. “it’s y/n,” you say and he chuckles lightly before opening his mouth to speak again. “thank you for the bread, y/n. i’m nanami kento,” is the last thing he says before leaving the bakery, and you alone with your own thoughts.

nanami kento, that’s his name, maybe you can call him by his name the next time he comes back. that smile that was displayed on his lips is imprinted on your mind and the thought of him talking to you for much longer than usual causes your heart to beat quicker than before.

but now, you really do have to close the bakery. you’ve already gone into overtime, something you cannot complain about since nanami kento was the reason for the delay. you’re quick to put all the leftovers into a plastic bag before you begin to clean the tables and floor. it is now completely dark outside, but you have nothing to worry about as you only have to walk through the back door to get to the stairs that lead to your apartment. but who said that all dangers are lurking outside, and not inside?

the lights begin to flicker as you have just finished cleaning and you look up towards the ceiling, tilting your head in confusion as they haven’t acted like this before, but maybe they’re running out of energy? shrugging your shoulders, you start to gather your things to go upstairs, but as you’re about to open the door to the staff-only room, it’s locked. you were able to open it just an hour ago. how can the door now suddenly be locked without anyone other than you using it?

your hands tremble against the handle as you keep trying to open the door, but it doesn’t work. “what the fuck?” you mumble to yourself, looking out the windows to only be met by darkness. the street lamps have also stopped working and suddenly, all lights inside the bakery shut off, leaving you in complete darkness. that’s when the panic starts to really set in.

you rush towards the exit, but even that door is locked, there is no way out and no way in. how did this happen? nanami could leave just minutes ago without struggling, so why can’t you?

as you now look up towards the ceiling, it almost looks like slime that’s moving around, slowly dripping off the wood. the slime however does have a face, a face with two eyes, and a mouth. you let out a loud scream, running away from the counter as it suddenly drops from the ceiling, now ruining the floor of where you were previously standing and the counter together with the glass where all the pastries and bread usually are.

it begins moving towards you, crushing every chair in its way, causing you to back into a corner with no way out. as if that wasn’t bad enough, something suddenly crashes through the roof, seeming to have fallen all the way from the top of the building to down here.

tears stream down your face as the thing that looks like slime comes closer, speaking incoherent words as the thing that crashed through the ceiling is breaking everything inside the bakery with all its might. things are set on fire, even the apartments above the bakery. there is nothing you can do other than scream and cry, you could try to crush a window, but with one strange creature surrounding you and another running around like a maniac, there is no way you could get to the window without dying.

your eyes are clouded with tears while looking around the room. will this be how you die? in a bakery you’ve worked in for years and right under your apartment? there is no way you can die here, but how will you get out? how could you possibly survive with these creatures roaming around in the same room as you. why are they even here in the first place? are they out to get you? but why? or are they just here randomly?

you close your eyes shut as the slime-like creature comes even closer and you hide your face behind your hands as if that would help, but suddenly, there are sounds of glass shattering and then yelps and screams that don’t sound human can be heard.

once again, you open your eyes to look at the non-humans being sliced to death by a tall man with blonde hair. it can’t be him, right? he’s wearing a beige suit with a blue shirt underneath and those glasses he’s wearing are goggle-like. it is him, nanami kento.

he’s quick to slice the now dead creatures into pieces before reaching for your hand, grabbing it to rush you out of the bakery as quickly as possible. he doesn’t even turn his head, his gaze is stuck straight ahead as the only goal at the moment is to get you out safe and sound.

the entire building is burning, all the way up to your apartment. the bakery can no longer be saved either and you look at it with wide eyes as more tears gather in the corner of them, this time not because you are near death, but because you are currently losing your home.

you fall onto your knees, exhausted from the panic but also because the sight of your home burning down is overbearing. “are you injured?” nanami suddenly asks while crouching down so he can put his hand on your shoulder and get a better look of you. he receives a shake of the head as tears are streaming down your face. “what-what do i do now?” you look up at him with bloodshot eyes, reaching for his wrist to hold onto. “my home is gone…”

he looks at you and then towards the building that is currently falling apart. sounds of fire trucks can be heard in the distance as they must have noticed the immense smoke. “your home? do you live here?” you nod and take a shaky breath as reality is slowly starting to hit you. you don’t have a home anymore. “they took it from me. what even are they? they weren’t human, why were they trying to kill me?”

nanami sighs and wraps an arm around your waist so you can cry into his chest. “i will explain that when we get home to my place. you’ll get to stay with me now if that is okay? i won’t let you be homeless,” he murmurs while stroking your back up and down. “it’s all gone,” you whisper as the apartment building is burning down quicker than any fire has ever spread. there is no way the firemen will be able to save this.

“i know, so let’s go to my place so you don’t have to watch it further,” nanami grabs your wrist and helps you stand up, putting an arm behind your back to keep you steady while your legs are wobbly and mind unstable from the shock you’re currently going through.

your home was completely destroyed in the matter of a few seconds, your workplace no longer exists. it’s as if your entire life just vanished in front of your eyes, but you can’t stand here any longer.

the tears don’t seem to stop as nanami helps you walk further away from the fire. his gaze only tears away from you when he needs to look forward, making sure you won’t walk straight into something, but on the walk home to his place, his eyes are mostly stuck to you. he doesn’t say a word, aware of the fact that you probably won’t listen to anything he says at this moment.

your eyes are still wide in shock as nanami leads you up to his apartment and opens the door for you. it’s not a big place, but it’s neat and it almost looks like it was cleaned just today. “it’s not much, but i have a bedroom where you can sleep and lots of food in the fridge. i’ll go see if i can find something in my wardrobe that you can wear,” the blonde beside you speaks as he closes the door behind him and takes off his shoes.

he looks towards you as you aren’t responding to him just yet. you’re still staring straight forward with big eyes, so nanami puts a hand on your shoulder and flashes you a kind smile. “i know it must be difficult with everything that has happened in such a short while, but you’ll be safe here and i have no troubles with having you here. if you however don’t feel comfortable i can help you find another place to stay,” he explains and more tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes before you throw your arms around him and cry against his shirt.

“thank you, thank you so much for helping me. you never had to do any of this,” you mumble as nanami grows stiff by the sudden action, but he soon begins to relax and strokes your hair gently. “it’s okay, i want to make sure you’re safe.”

he carefully moves out of your grip and leads you to the bedroom where he begins to search through his wardrobe. “i don’t have a lot, but i have a t-shirt you should be able to use and these sweatpants, i hope they’ll fit. i can give you some money to buy new clothes,” nanami speaks but you shake your head, taking the clothes you’re handed. i still have money, so i’ll pay for the clothes myself.”

nanami doesn’t feel the need to argue as you most likely won’t allow him to pay, so he just nods and leaves the room so you can change without any eyes on you. “i’ll go to the kitchen and start cooking something,” he says before leaving the bedroom to make dinner for the both of you.

as he closes the door behind him, you begin to change into the new clothing you’ve been given for tonight. the t-shirt is a little oversized but still fits and the same goes for the sweatpants. you take a look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a minute to take everything in. you witnessed your home and job burn up only minutes ago and you were most likely close to death with those weird creatures that were swarming the bakery. what were they? how come nanami came there as fast as he did and knew exactly what to do so they would be killed?

the only things you have left is what is in your pockets. a card where all your money is, your phone and lip balm that you commonly use, nothing else. everything else that you owned is now gone and can no longer be retaken. you will need to find a new place to live, a new job, new clothes. you’re truly back on page one if even that. it’s like starting your whole life all over again, but not in a good way.

you shake your head as tears begin to form in your eyes and look towards the ceiling, trying to keep them inside as you make your way out of the bedroom to help nanami cook in the kitchen.

he is already busy making pancakes as you enter, his gaze quickly shifting towards you who’s now standing in the doorway. “i was hoping you liked pancakes, i will cook something better next time,” nanami speaks as you nod and go to stand by the counter. “what were those things?” you ask and he raises a brow, looking at you with a hint of confusion on his face before his mouth forms an ‘o’. “oh, you mean those creatures that were in the bakery?”

you nod and he sighs, putting the pancakes on a plate when they’re enough cooked. “they’re called curses. i am something called a jujutsu sorcerer who exorcise them, or in other words, i kill them. people who aren’t jujutsu sorcerers usually cannot see them unless they’re close to death. they are formed by people’s negative thoughts and i can often sense them, which i did while leaving the bakery and could help. it’s a shame they went as far as they did though, but they are known to destroy things in their way.”

your brain is close to exploding by hearing all of these explanations. a jujutsu sorcerer? exorcising curses? they’re the only ones who can see curses? you’re too tired to clearly understand what he means. “were they out to kill me specifically?” you ask, not really wanting to try and figure out what he means by all of this as it might make your brain blow up into pieces. “i don’t think so, no. they seem to enjoy any person who is nearby, so i doubt they were out for you specifically. you just happened to be there at the wrong time.”

nanami begins to put two plates on the kitchen table together with utensils. “dinner is ready now, you should try to eat at least something before heading to bed, today must have been draining,” he pulls out a chair for you before sitting down on one himself, now waiting for you to eat the food he’s cooked for you.

for a short while, you can only stare at it as your mind is fogged with everything that has occurred today, but you eventually dig in which causes a slight smile to spread over nanami’s lips and he begins to eat as well.

it’s quiet as the two of you are munching on the food, but nanami doesn’t force anything out of either you or himself. he could never expect you to even want to speak after such a day, so he stays silent and washes the dishes when you’ve finished eating dinner. you ask him if you can help, but he’s quick to dismiss the question as he tells you to go rest instead. “you can sleep in my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch, so go get some rest as you must be tired,” he says with his back turned to you.

you sigh and shake your head. “you shouldn’t have to sleep on the couch in your own home though, i can sleep there-” “no, you’re my guest after all so i can’t allow you to sleep on the couch,” he explains but now you stand up, walking over to the counter where he is washing the dishes. “why can’t we both sleep in your bed then? i don’t want you to be uncomfortable on the couch.”

nanami looks towards you with wide eyes but then glances back at the dishes. “i suppose, but if it makes you uncomfortable to sleep in the same bed as me, i will go sleep on the couch instead.”

he finishes washing the dishes before the two of you enter the bedroom. you lay down in bed, moving under the comfortable covers while nanami changes into a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. he has his back turned to you and you keep your eyes away from him, not wanting to stare for too long.

the room soon goes dark as he switches off the lights and lies down beside you, getting under the same cover but trying to keep his space as to not make you uncomfortable. “if you have any difficulties sleeping, just tell me,” you nod and turn to your side so your back is now facing him. he does the same and closes his eyes, something you try with as well, but those images from earlier don’t seem to leave your mind, even in your exhausted state.

how they burned up your home right in front of your eyes, the way you would have died if it wasn’t for nanami saving you in the last second. if they were any faster, you would have most likely been killed and not been here right now. perhaps you should be grateful for surviving in the first place and now being able to stay at someone else’s apartement, but you can’t help yourself from missing your now old home. you won’t get to wake up early just to go to work for a good while. the comfort of your home is gone.

the sounds of cars speeding past the building can be heard but all other sounds cause you to flinch. the thought of those creatures coming back has been on the back of your mind since nanami first saved you. there is no saying that other creatures who act like them won’t come and this time kill you. nanami is most likely sleeping now, either way, so he wouldn’t be able to hear if they came.

he is a jujutsu sorcerer. you had never heard of them before nor those things called curses. the curses are created by negative emotions? it all feels like it’s taken out of a superhero movie. there are people who protect the “normal” ones from monsters and nanami is one of them. that must have been what got him so tired and the reason as to why he constantly has bags under his eyes. maybe he’s out fighting these monsters all the time to save humanity?

just a few hours ago, he was just a customer at the bakery, but now you’re sleeping at his place, in the same bed as him. how long will you be allowed to stay here? eventually, you will have to find a new place to stay, but that will take longer than a few days. you don’t have enough money to pay for an apartment right now after all, but will nanami really like for you to stay so long?

the thoughts are swarming your mind, making it difficult to fall asleep. you can barely keep your eyes closed as the images of the horrifying creatures keep appearing while worries about the future are taking over the rest of your brain.

nanami did say to tell him if you couldn’t fall asleep, but when you hear the sound of his snores, you already know that it’s too late. having seen the dark circles under his eyes cause you not to want to wake him as this must be something he doesn’t get to do often, at least not for a long time.

so you stay in bed the entire night with your eyes wide open, eventually going on your phone to scroll through social media that are filled with images of the burning building, so you end up putting it away, instead staring out the window while allowing the worries to take over completely throughout the night.

as the morning soon comes, your head is aching more than expected. but not getting to sleep while also being exhausted does eventually cause your body pain. nanami has begun to stir in bed and you turn to face him, now noticing how messy his blonde hair has become after sleeping. he did move around a lot in his sleep, but not as much as it looks like he did. “did you sleep well?” is the first thing he asks and you let out a sigh, rubbing your eyes. “in all honesty, i didn’t sleep at all. but maybe i’ll get to take a nap later during the day,” you admit.

nanami sits up in bed and leans against the headboard. “we could go out and do some shopping, maybe that will put your mind to other thoughts. you do need new clothes, right? i also need to do some grocery shopping now that we’re two here,” his voice is hoarse and he stretches a little. you nod in agreement and sit up as well. “you’re free to do that today? i thought you were working almost every day.”

“well, i won’t know if there is work for me until someone calls me about curses, but since there was so much commotion yesterday, i doubt there will be much to do today,” he says while getting out of bed to put on a suit instead, one that is almost identical to the one he usually wears. he must have bought them in the same color a few times, just like the shirt he wears underneath.

“i don’t know if i have any clothes you can wear except for what you are already wearing, i hope that’s okay. i’ll pay for the ones you buy today,” you shake your head in an instant. “i will pay for my own clothes, it’s not like you were the one who burned them up-” “you should save your money for other things, i will pay for your clothes, don’t worry about it.”

there is no idea arguing with him, he seems to have already set his mind on paying, so you get out of bed to get ready for a day of shopping. “do you have a hairbrush or something? and a toothbrush i can borrow?” you ask and he nods, immediately beginning to rummage through the different cupboards he has. he is quick to find a spare toothbrush as well as a hairbrush. “thank you, i’m sorry that you have to share so much with me now.”

nanami shakes his head. “don’t worry about it. i was the one who invited you here, i’m just glad you're alive, so it doesn’t annoy me to share things with you. this is your home too now until you find another place, so don’t think i’m just doing this because i have to, i’m doing it because i want to,” he speaks much more than he usually did when buying bread from you, but perhaps it is because he has slept for more hours than usual tonight? there are still some dark circles under his eyes, but they are not as visible as they usually are.

the blonde man puts on the glasses he usually wears and looks at himself in the mirror while trying to fix his hair so it lays neatly against his head. it doesn’t take too long for either him or you to get ready and you’re soon out the door together. you’ve gotten a jacket to borrow as the weather has become a lot more chilly these past few days and the fact that it’s a little oversized helps keep you even warmer.

the sun is shining brightly as you’re walking down the streets towards the closest mall. you can’t help but look at the man beside you, his face is a lot clearer in the sunlight and even though he isn’t wearing a smile on his face, there is something about him that causes one to spread over your lips. the sun makes it possible for you to notice the small moles on his face even though you aren’t particularly close and his sharp jawline becomes clearer.

some bypassers try to smile at him, but he doesn’t respond, only giving them small nods while continuing to walk. his eyes can barely be seen through the glasses he’s wearing as they’re shaded but they cannot hide the circles under his eyes that aren’t as dark as they so commonly are.

he doesn’t say much as the both of you enter a big mall with lots of different clothing stores, it’s almost difficult to choose where you want to go first. nanami follows behind as you walk towards the nearest store and begin to look at the different clothes it offers, trying to make sure that what you want isn’t too expensive, it won’t be your money that is used after all. nanami would probably tell you to buy anything you want, but you can’t expect him to spend every penny he has on you.

as you’re trying a few clothes out, nanami sits on a chair outside the changing rooms. he’s fidgeting with his fingers while looking around the store, that is until you walk out to show him a pair of bootcut jeans that you have just put on. “what do you think of these? i’m not that sure of them, they fit well but i don’t know how they look. i need someone else’s opinion,” you explain and nanami whose eyes widened for a quick second quickly composes himself, clearing his throat. “i think they look good,” that’s all he says but it gets a smile out of you before you once again enter the dressing room.

he pinches the bridge of his nose when he feels his cheeks slowly heating up, he cannot be acting like this just by having you show him some clothing that fits you perfectly well. he can’t be thinking like this. the tall man doesn’t even know if it was the clothes on you that caused his heart to beat a little quicker or if it was the fact that you wanted his opinion on something. maybe it’s because you seem to be so cheery even after what happened yesterday, it is possibly just a facade you’re putting on to hide the pain, but he would like to think that shopping has actually helped a little.

you eventually walk out of the dressing room, putting some clothes away that you didn’t like, but there are still a few shirts and pants in your hands that you seem to want, one of those is the jeans that he was shown. “i hope they aren’t too expensive, but i think these will do for now. there are a few outfits i can switch between now and i’ll just buy more in the future when i need it and can pay for myself,” nanami nods and takes the clothes so the two of you can walk towards the nearest cashier, but before that, he is stopped by a very familiar face.

“nanami! i didn’t know you would be here, and who is this?” a man with white hair and a black blindfold over his eyes asks. nanami wouldn��t even have to see his face to know who has just spoken to him, he would recognize that voice that keeps annoying him anywhere.

he lets out a quiet sigh and looks towards the taller man with snowy white hair. “this is y/n. y/n this is gojo satoru,” nanami speaks and the man with the blindfold looks at you with a giant grin on his face.

“wait, are you that baker that nanami’s told me about?” the man beside you gives gojo a stern look, but that doesn’t stop the smile on his face from growing. “wait, wasn’t it also that bakery that was put on fire yesterday?”

you nod. “yeah, i lived there as well,” you mumble and gojo’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ before looking towards nanami who is still glaring at him. “so she lives with you now, i suppose?” he asks and the blonde man nods. “yes, i’m helping her buy new clothes, don’t keep bothering us.”

gojo chuckles and shakes his head. “alright alright, it’s not like i followed you here, i’m here to buy clothes for myself. it’s a little unfair though, you never allow me to sleep over at your place,” he pouts, causing you to giggle while nanami just stares at him with a look that almost seems like disappointment as if he was his dad. “because you would bother me all night. i’ve seen how you act when you’re tired.”

“are you a jujutsu sorcerer as well, gojo?” you ask and that giant smile on his face never seems to disappear as he nods rather proudly, not caring if anyone else would overhear what you’re talking about. “of course, the strongest of them all. i’ve killed lots of curses, i’m even better than nanami.”

you look at him who’s holding the clothes in his hands and sighs. “we have to go buy more things, but it was nice meeting you, satoru,” nanami says and gojo nods, reaching his hand out to shake yours. “yes, it was nice finally meeting your girlfriend-” “satoru.”

it doesn’t take too long until you’re finally out of the store and now on your way towards the grocery store where you’ll buy food but also a toothbrush for you as well as other necessities.

nanami is wearing a frown on his face now after the previous meeting with gojo satoru, but you can’t help the smile forming on your lips. “are you two good friends?” the blonde looks at you and nods slightly. “i suppose. we’ve known each other for a good couple of years now, but he can become annoying. it’s a facade though,” he explains and you tilt your head to the side.

“a facade?” “yes, he lost his best friend when we were younger. we were all in the same friend group but they were really close. since then, he’s put on a facade to seem tougher,” nanami explains, now looking away as the two of you enter the grocery store that is packed with people. most are wearing headphones, probably listening to music as they’re looking for items to buy for the upcoming meals they will cook.

“have you ever lost someone because of curses?” your sudden question causes nanami to stop in his steps, but he’s quick to continue to walk and gather himself again. he doesn’t look at you now, almost as if he is trying to not answer the question, but he eventually opens his mouth to speak. “yes,” it’s all he says, but that’s enough for you to know not to ask any more questions about it.

it takes a while for you to find all the groceries you need, but after an hour or so, you’re finally back home at his place, now able to take the long-awaited nap that has seemed so far away as you’ve only fallen more tired after all the walking.

“i’ll load everything into the fridge, you can go and sleep, you must be really tired now,” nanami speaks as he opens up the fridge to put all the items in. the bag with all the clothes and necessities is put in a bag that’s laying in the hallway, waiting for you to put it somewhere else after you’ve woken up in a few hours.

you go to lay down in the bed, moving under the blankets and closing your eyes. all those thoughts you had throughout the night seem to have disappeared, at least for a little while now that you’ve been so busy with finding new things to buy and getting to spend some time with nanami. so now, falling asleep isn’t that big of a difficulty.

the curses are no longer showing up as soon as you close your eyes, maybe they will the next time you try to fall asleep, but for now, they aren’t in the back of your mind, making it easy for you to finally succumb to sleep after the amounts of exhaustion you’ve gone through.

meanwhile, nanami finishes putting everything into the fridge and goes to grab the bag of clothes and put it outside the bedroom door so you can load it into his wardrobe as soon as you’ve slept. he opens the door carefully, just wanting to make sure that you’re finally asleep.

there is a slight smile that appears on his face when he hears your snores fill the room. after being awake for over twenty-four hours, you’re finally sleeping again even after everything that has happened. perhaps taking you out to go shopping did help after all.

more nights continue to pass when you’re in his apartment. weeks go by and falling asleep does eventually become easier even though those terrifying images are gnawing at the back of your mind. nanami isn’t home a lot as there are still many curses to fight, but when he arrives back at his place, you have always baked him some of his favorite bread, the smell of it filling the entire house as soon as he enters.

sometimes, the two of you even get to eat dinner together. it isn’t too common, but when it does happen, you have already prepared a meal that never disappoints his taste buds.

when you’re sleeping in bed together, your backs are still facing one another, but as you wake up there are a few times that you’ve woken up face to face, sometimes with one of his arms around your waist. you never try to push him away. instead, you close your eyes and wait for him to wake so you can hear the sound of surprise from him as his arm leaves you. you never mention it, but you can’t help but find it rather cute.

before nanami has to leave for work, he makes sure that he has cooked breakfast for you to eat if you wake up after him. he’s often up rather early just to not stress on his way to jujutsu high where he has to meet up with gojo satoru, but those times that he doesn’t have to wake up early, you try to cook something for him as well. and when he gets to stay home and not do anything for once, the two of you often stay in bed, most commonly in silence, but sometimes you get to talk about the plans for the day together.

gojo has called a few times to ask if he can come over to nanami’s place, but he’s never gotten a yes just yet. according to nanami, it is to prevent him from crashing in his apartment for days just to tease him, so he continues to say no. they do however meet each other quite a lot at work and nanami will never escape the same questions he gets as soon as he enters a room, questions about you and if you’re finally his girlfriend, something that will always be denied.

the fact that nanami kento doesn’t have a girlfriend in the first place shocked you, of course it did. how could someone like him not have found a partner, not even now in his late twenties? perhaps it’s because of his job, he wouldn’t have time for someone else. maybe it’s because he barely talks to strangers? his walls are still rather tall, so there’s no idea asking him if there has ever been that special someone in his life before.

he still doesn’t talk to you a lot, it’s uncommon to see him smile as well, but when he actually does, you know it’s genuine. but now, when he has finally come back home late in the evening, there is definitely not a smile on his face. his eyebrows are furrowed together and he can be heard sighing every time he takes a step into the living room where you are sitting on the couch and watching tv. “i made you some dinner, it’s in the fridge if you’re hungry,” you speak while looking up towards the blonde man who sits down on the couch beside you, leaning his head against a cushion. “i need to tell you something.”

you turn your body so you’re now facing him, giving him a curious look as he sighs heavily. “i’ll have to go to shibuya tomorrow, it’s a dangerous mission. there are most likely gonna be plenty of the most dangerous curses there, so i will have to leave you here alone for a day or two, or forever,” nanami explains, not even once giving you a glance as his eyes stay closed.

forever? is that a hint that he might actually die during that mission? you shake your head. “what do you mean, forever?” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “as i said, it’s dangerous and there is a risk i might die. if i do, you can take over this apartment, you won’t have to pay for a new one.”

your eyes widen as he seems to speak so nonchalantly about it like it isn’t that big of a deal to him. “is it that dangerous? are you going there alone?” you instinctively shuffle closer to him as your mind has begun to swarm with questions.

“it is that dangerous. there are gonna be more sorcerers there, but as i said, there will be plenty of dangerous curses as well so it’s not like we’ll overpower them easily, unfortunately,” he finally turns his head to look at you. “i will try to survive, of course. but i can’t promise you anything.”

for the first time in weeks, you finally gather enough courage to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a tight hug. that man has provided you a home for a little over a month now and has been nothing but nice, and now he might go and die? you won’t be able to do anything about it either, if you insist on helping him, you will most likely die in less than a second to even a less dangerous curse.

nanami grows stiff at the sudden affection but puts a hand on your back, gently patting it. “it’s okay, i will try to come back,” he mumbles as you hold him close, not seeming to want to let go, knowing that this might actually be the last time you see him.

tears are threatening to spill, but you hold them back. how come you can care about a person you only learned to know a month ago? why does the fact that he might never come back worry you as much as it does? why is your heart beating out of your chest at the close proximity and why can you no longer hold back the tears that are now running down your warm cheeks?

“don’t cry for me,” nanami whispers while cupping your face with his calloused hands. his lower lip is slightly wobbling, almost as if he’s about to cry as well, but he holds it back and forces a smile when looking at you, gently wiping the tears away from your face. “i can’t promise that i will be back, but i will try my absolute best, okay?”

falling asleep tonight is definitely not easy with the thought of nanami kento possibly dying being in the back of your mind. this might be the last night you ever see him, the bread you baked earlier today might have been the last bread you ever made for him. that forced smile he gave you as you were crying might have been the last smile you saw from him. you didn’t even get to eat dinner together.

the next day when you open your eyes, nanami kento is no longer beside you. the time on your phone shows 10.51 which means he must have left hours ago for shibuya.

the apartment is eerily quiet as you get up from bed to go grab some breakfast. usually, there will be a radio playing in the kitchen as nanami cooks breakfast or the sound of the shower being on while he takes a shower, but now it’s completely quiet except for the few cars that can be heard outside the building.

as you enter the kitchen, there is a note on the fridge with the text “i cooked pancakes for you. you seemed to like them last time i made it for you, so i hope it still tastes good. see you tomorrow :)”. and just as the note said, there is a plate filled with pancakes for you to eat. he must have bought a jar of jam yesterday too as there is one standing beside the pancakes.

you let out a quiet sigh, taking the plate of pancakes out of the fridge and warming them up in the microwave before you put them on the kitchen table together with the jar of jam and utensils.

it’s not uncommon for you to eat breakfast by yourself. when you lived alone, you did it every day and even now when you have lived with nanami, there have been times when he had already left for work, but today feels different. there is no telling whether he will even come home or if he will be gone forever. will you lose him too?

it’s difficult to finish eating the pancakes, the constant thought of nanami probably won’t stop bugging your mind until you know how it goes for him, but what happens if he dies? you shake your head, not wanting to think about that just yet. for now, you’ll have to try and stay optimistic, he must be a great jujutsu sorcerer after having done it for such a long time, so why would he not be able to survive this?

the day goes rather slowly. you try your best to distract yourself by watching television and going to the grocery store to buy ingredients for what nanami had planned for you two to eat this week, wanting to prepare a meal for him in case he gets home early.

at every single sound that could possibly be the door opening, you quickly stand up with hope in your eyes, but that quickly disappears as you sit back down on the couch and lean against the warm cushion. the fight wouldn’t start until night either way, so there is no way he would already be back, but you can’t help but hope that it will already be over.

evening turns to night and even as tiredness is slowly making its way to take over your body, you keep your eyes open, sitting by the couch in hopes that the door will soon open and that nanami kento will walk inside. if that were the case, you would probably never let go of him again.

suddenly, the sound of your phone ringing reaches your ears and when looking at the screen, nanami’s contact name is shown on the screen. it barely goes a second before you pick it up and put the phone on speaker, needing to hear everything he has to say clearly, but when you answer the call, it is not nanami on the other end.

“hello, is this y/n?” that sounds exactly like gojo satoru, the man you met at the mall when you and nanami were there a few weeks ago to buy you clothes, why is he calling on nanami’s phone? “yes? it’s me,” is all you dare to say, no longer wanting to know what is happening.

“we’re taking nanami to the hospital right now, he’s been pretty severely injured. do you know where the jujutsu high school is? there is a hospital nearby. i can come to his apartment and meet you up there if you would want that,” gojo explains, causing your heartbeat to come to an immediate halt. “y-you can meet me up here. is he okay? he’s not dying right?”

a sigh can be heard on the other end of the line before gojo once again speaks. “i honestly don’t know right now, but he’s barely conscious and has been asking about you, so i thought it would be good if you knew so you could come over here. but i’ll hurry to your place and take you to the hospital, i’ll be there in a second,” the phone call ends, and just like the blindfolded man said, he is inside the apartment in a second, seeming to have teleported there.

“don’t ask me about it now, just hold onto me and i’ll get us to the hospital quickly,” he speaks and without a second thought, you rush up from the couch to hold his arm. you can barely even blink before you arrive inside a new building, one with white walls and a few chairs on the sides, you’re in a waiting room.

not a single word is spoken while gojo leads you through the hallways. he seems a lot more serious than he was when the two of you first met, but the reason to that is also why your heart is currently almost beating out of your chest. your hands are trembling and it is almost becoming difficult to walk as your legs have begun to shake as well, panic trying to make its way to you.

then, gojo opens the door to a room and gestures for you to walk inside. there is a woman standing there as well and she looks over at the snowy-haired man before exiting the room, leaving you to face nanami alone.

he is laying helplessly on a hospital bed, his entire body seeming to be bandaged, some already having blood leaking through but as the doctor left the room, it doesn’t seem to be too much of a big deal, but he is still all beaten up with large wounds on his body and a scratched up face.

with quick steps, you make your way toward nanami whose eyes are barely open. his gaze follows you, watching as you sit down on a chair close to the bed and reach your hand out to grab his in a tight hold.

he looks at you with tired eyes but still succeeds in showing a smile on his face, intertwining his fingers with yours. “i was so worried about you,” you mumble and nanami gently squeezes your hand while his eyes are trying their best to shut, but he will not let them when he has you to talk to now. “was pretty close to dying, but i was saved,” his voice comes out raspy and he lets out a cough as soon as the sentence is finished.

the look you give him is enough to cause his smile to grow wider. your brows are furrowed together and your eyes look rather stern. “don’t talk, you might strain yourself if you do,” you say while shuffling the chair closer to the bed, allowing him to reach his hand up to cup your cheek. “i really do love you,” nanami whispers as his thumb rubs your warm skin.

you reflect his smile and put your hand over his, placing a kiss on the palm of his hand as if it were the most natural thing ever, almost like you two have been together for years, but today is the first time that you got to know his true feelings, and you cannot help the way your heart is melting into a warm puddle by that lovesick smile he wears on his face while he’s all bandaged up and wounded from fighting curses. he’s alive and he’s here with you, just like it should be.

“i love you, nanami,” you say, watching as there is a slight blush appearing over his cheeks. “i will bake you all the bread you want from now on,” he chuckles lightly when hearing that comment and brushes a strand of hair away from your face even though his hand weakens by his tiredness.

“that’s good to hear, especially now that i will be retiring. i expect you to bake me bread for every meal,” nanami smiles and drops his hand back to the bed so as to not strain it any further.

meanwhile, your eyes have gone wide by hearing about retirement. “you’re retiring?” “yes, at least from jujutsu sorcery. perhaps we could travel somewhere nice, maybe malaysia? i’ve always wanted to go there. i will get a normal job of course, but i would like to spend some time with you as well. i’m finished with jujutsu now, because why would i go and risk getting myself hurt when i have you to come home to now?”

he once again coughs, but now he doesn’t get a stern look from you. instead, there is a smile that keeps spreading over your face, almost making your cheeks hurt at this point. “malaysia does sound nice, but you will have to heal from all of these wounds first. i won’t let you get into the sea before they have become scars.”

nanami puts his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you to move your face closer to his so he can press his lips to yours. the smile on his face is still there, but that won’t stop him from moving his lips against yours for a slow kiss. he may not be able to put everything he has into it right at this moment due to his immense tiredness, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t show you just how much he loves you. “then let’s just rest here for a little while and then we’ll go home and rest some more, together.”

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Prompt for when you need it: reader is rhaenyra's only daughter and jacaerys' twin and in order to make things easier for her mother and her pregnancy she takes charge of caring and entertaining her younger siblings while they are staying at Kings Landing.

Cue Aemond having a hard time keeping it cool when seeing her playing and doting on little white-haired children and his mind going wild at the idea of her playing with their future babies. Gods help him if he doesn't end up doing something drastic by the end of the damn week

You take it from there, and feel free to disregard it if it's too silly. I just couldn't get the idea out of my head, and now I'm making it a WE problem

Thanks for listening to me anyways! ❤️

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You knew this pregnancy was taking it's toll on your mother, even with your stepfather's help. With your twin brother, jace, taking care of looking after Luke, Baela, and Rhaena, you had taken the role of looking after your younger brothers, Aegon III, and Viserys II.

You were carrying Aegon in your arms as Viserys held your hand gently as you guided him down the hall.

Aemond was watching from a short distance and he could feel his cock throb at the sight. He couldn't help but imagine that it was your children with him and not your younger siblings.

It was not a very well hidden secret that he had craved you since you were both younger. His pretty bastard, his alone.

His pretty brown haired wife-to-be.

A shiver went down his spine at the thought of you bearing his children, he'd give you so many white haired babies, true targaryens.

He cornered you later, after the dinner in which he insulted your brothers, yet again.

"What is it that you want, Aemond?" You had hissed at him, eyes narrowed at him. "There is nothing for you here."

"You're wrong about that." He purred at you, your anger only made his lust grow. "You're here. What better way to get even. Will you not settle your brother's debts by giving yourself to me?"

That made you stop, staring at him in confusion. You thought he hated you, loathed you the same as your brothers, you were a bastard, the same as them.

"What?"

"Are you already dumb before i've even inserted my cock into you?" He retorted, walking closer as you moved back until your back hit the wall. "I'm going to settle my debt with your body, and once I do, I will marry you in our tradition and give you so many babies to occupy your time."

The logic was a little twisted but you understood it. Despite not having the features, there was no denying that you were of valyrian descent. You had bonded with the most dangerous dragon, the cannibal.

You stared at him impassively. "And if I refuse? Will you take me by force, dear prince?"

Aemond looked at you through his lone purple eye a minute longer before laughing. "No, you'll beg me for it. I have always seen it. Your kindness towards me, the lust in your eyes as you gaze towards me, even now."

His hand drifted down to touch your clit gently under your nightgown adn your hips jolted forwards at the touch.

"Tell me to stop. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want this, and I will stop, sweet girl." Aemond spoke neutrally as he watched your reactions.

You couldn't say that. a part of you hated him but a larger part loved him, wanted him.

"That's what I thought." Aemond chuckled before pulling your nightgown up further.

"Wait," you spoke softly, hands on his chest. "Not here. On the bed." You look over towards the neat bed. "I want... our first time to be on a bed, not against the wall." You spoke almost bashfully and his eye softened before nodding and pulling away.

You stepped out from your spot before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bed. "I want you..." You murmured softly before starting to unbuckle his shirt. "I want this." You assured him in a soft tone.

"Sweet girl." Aemond groaned before starting to pull your nightgown up and over your head as you stood bare before him.

Aemond shrugged his shirt off as you finished and started focusing on his pants. Your hand pressed against his bulge and he hissed, grabbing your wrist. "Don't test my patience, niece."

You smiled at that before going back to pulling his pants down. "But I enjoy it so, seeing you strain to control yourself."

Aemond growled down at you, sounding all too much like the dragon he was before he pushed you onto the bed and crawling on top of you, his bare cock pressing against your thigh. "Brat." He commented before slapping your thigh, making you squirm.

"Hurry up." You whined, wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him forwards and hissing as his cock kissed the entrance of your cunt.

Aemond was torn between wanting to go slow and wanting to absolutely ruin you.

"No need to be nice." Your sly smile told him a different story. "I open myself at the thought of you many nights." You taunted him, smiling as you saw his self control fade as he sunk into you.

A loud gasp left you as his hips pressed against yours. He smelled so familiar, like smoke and ink. "Oh, aemond."

"Don't quit on me now, darling. We're just getting started." His first thrust took the air out of you as your heels dig into his ass and pressed him deeper inside of you. "Shit, you really test me, you fucking brat."

The smile that earned him was entirely too smug and his response was to start thrusting earnestly inside you as your bedframe started to hit the wall. "I want you to scream for me."

"Oh gods!" You sobbed out as you held onto him. You could feel him so deep inside you, his cock making its home inside you.

"There's no gods here, just me." Aemond groaned out as you clenched around him yet again. "So don't call for the gods, call for me."

[jazeswhbhaven]

Fa La La La La Michael's on Sale (Christmas Miracle L-Card PROLOGUE Spoilers I)

Most of you know the drill when it comes to my reacts/playthrus It's usually a two-parter, I sit here and say my h0rni mess while paraphrasing and summarizing what it is I saw lol You'll be seeing me go over more of them this week, including Beel's event, Raphael's prolouge, and others. But for now, grab yourself a snaky snack, and let's dive in ♨(⋆‿⋆)♨

First off, Minhyeok is an uncle??? That's so wholesome and cute and look how happy his nephew is to see him <3333

We start off with Minhyeok being a bit grumpy cause it's Christmas and MC isn't here, meanwhile some random women are ogling him as they always do...but yay he's greeted by his adorable nephew and....

Minhyeok's fine ass older brother (ᇴ‿ฺᇴ)

So he asks him where his wife is (booooooooo gimmie single dilf to lust over please and thank you /hj) And his brother is like yeah my wife said I'd be i the way so she made me leave. That's honestly such a cute typical "haha my wife calls me a menace love her though" Because he would be in the way....that turtle neck sweater....those muscles, I'm surprised your wife only has one kid because d a m n.

So typically around Christmas, his brother worries about him being alone since their parents are overseas and he also lives far. Because of this he comes to pick him up and spend Christmas with him and his wife/kiddo so he's not by himself. (assuming this also includes MC) And Minhyeok is grateful to his brother for being so nice.

Ooop, he's asking about MC! And Minhyeok is like "Yeah they're fine." Like imagine having to tell your older brother "yeah so my bestie pretty much is in hell doing some kind of mission or whatever and has to drink my cum in order to survive but this tiny red demon that resembles a small pet updates me on them so no worries" He'd probably ask him to permanently move in with them so he can look over him lololol

It's cute that the older brother is genuinely concerned for MC and wants to know they're doing well. It's confirmed here that they hung out together during childhood so he considers them close like family. (I still have a thought that once during their childhood they fought over who would marry MC and I guess yeah Minhyeok won that fight since the older brother is married to someone else)

So Minhyeok's nephew starts asking him did he want anything from Santa this year and Minhyeok gets all in his feelings and tells him that he just wants MC to be at peace (or his special someone ya know)

So his nephew is like all happy about it and he says he hopes Santa grants his wish and they both get all wholesome and cute and fluffy. The way Minhyeok interacts with his nephew also confirms my headcanon of him that he'd be an amazing househusband and very attentive to your kid(s). So it pans out from here and then-

TARTAROS BABES LUV YOUUU Tbh this is first place I'd want to be during this time because the amount of fucking gifts??? From Daddy Mammon???? HELLLLL YESSSS. And that's exactly what's happening. Bimet here is picking out clothes for MC, just piling them on and on and it's overwhelming for MC honestly to where they're like uh this is enough and our boujie bestie Bimet is like-

I also wanted to point out that MC was literally shopping for a cake with Ppyong and Mammon's fucking gold hand just snatches them from Gehenna (Satan was probably fucking pissed lmao)

So Bimet is purchasing all of these clothes and other items and MC is like I only have one body where are all these gonna fit? Their bang bang safe room is small, but Bimet lets them know they already reserved other rooms for them to use for storing their items. Three rooms in fact. And I bet you they're huge.

But while MC is over here pondering about the clothes and the three rooms they seem to have reserved there we get a warm welcome from our fave buff boi

This is such a cute image to picture, just Valefor walking around with various bags and boxes helping carry everything. he's so bf material it's cute. Mc and Bimet were traveling to different stores on their own at first BUT turns out that yeah too much was being bought for them to carry so MC called Valefor to help.

OAINODAKNFDKJSADNKJSNAFKJNSFKJ <3333 I'd love hugs from himmmmmmmmmmmmm what a sweet soul

And MC asks if he had any plans for Christmas, and apparently this is what he does every year

the men get together and have this weird contest but that's after they get off work. sounds to me like that morning after will be like...hella food coma hangover (if that even exists)

He calls the fact that he gets to see MC during Christmas is a miracle, and even says they're lucky to see them too. (i'm going to explode he's so cute)

So with that being said, Bimet is like yeah let's keep going to other stores and then he pays the clerk being like "Yup the Tartaros palace will foot the bill" and the clerk is just like okie dokie then (her sprite is super cute btw omg)

And MC is over here like "I wonder why Bimet is so happy???"

Bimet and I have the same energy. Love spending over ppl's money and not my own lmao I'm so uptight when using my own cash to buy things, even necessities that I need at home T^T

So yeah after visiting 14 fucking stores and being out all day until dinner, MC is finally back home in one of the rooms set aside for them. Eligos is there being pouty because he waited all day (probably hasn't eaten poor bby) and wants headpats. After said headpats are given, he's just like alrightie strip :D MC being being MC is all confused like UH WHAT NOW

And I'm wondering why too, right? Until he drops this bomb on us...

So basically MC didn't know they had to attend this auction thing with Mammon and so Eli is like alright guess I'm telling you now lmao

Oh that's nice, at least the money goes towards charity orgs and such. Tartaros is pretty dope for that.

So well MC is hype now to go to this auction and Eli is being cute here burying himself in mountains of clothing and shopping bags to pick out an outfit.

So while you're getting dressed Eli starts to also talk about the strange things that usually happen in Hell during Christmas, including Christmas miracles. So this is the third time it's been mentioned and MC thinks it's pretty much a sign something odd is gonna happen at that auction....

SO we're at the auction now and the first item is apparently some glass/golden slippers from that one storytale with the fairy godmother and cinderella basically yadda ya lol

Gawd Mammon is so sugar ddy vibes I swear, best seats in the house at an auction, best clothes and accessories on that he bought. MMMM MMMM MMMMM I need this treatment bad.

So Mammon thought MC wanted the slippers and was willing to buy them. (those bitches were fucking 18 million to start...I'm not sure if that's USD or not but fuck me)

MC declines and says they already received so many gifts today they were wondering what more could they want.

AHHHH Mammon speaking to them like this probably all deep-voiced, full of energy, having you sitting right beside him so close so you're not out of his line of vision. AHHH AHHHA VIP treatment too probably.

I'm stopping here because things are about to get c r a z y. And I've hit my image limit </3 See ya on the next post!!

[fungalittleweirdo]

All four 12 turtles first meetings/impressions headcanons pleeeeeaaassseee <3333

anything for pookie <333

2012 TMNT First Meetings Headcanons

Leo

i think he would be interested in keeping you safe if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he might talk you down from doing crime first, if you don't listen to him though he will kick your ass

but back to if you're a regular person in new york– if you were in danger he would most likely defend you

and if you insist on keeping him company because he saved your life, he might get a little shy and embarrassed

are you hungry ? he'll get you an order of pizza gyozas as soon as possible

you're one of the few humans he's ever met, it's a little hard for him to socialise with you at first but then gets the hang of it

if you're interested in any of the things he's interested in he will ask about it

he might infodump about space heroes if you're not careful

if you let him, he might develop a silly little crush on you

sorry this leo first impression headcannon thing is purely spoopy fanservice

Raph

he'd think nothing of you if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he'd beat your ass, no questions asked

but if you're insistent on talking to raph after he saves your life or whatever he'd get annoyed and ask why you want to talk to him so bad

but this is only if he's still with mona

if he hadn't been with mona at all or they broke up or whatever, he might be bored enough to have you around for company

he might end up venting to you if you listen to him for long enough

raph feels as though he's never listened to and to have someone so ready and willing to hear him ramble, it comforts him

you might become his favourite friend after a night of talking and getting to know one another

he also would like it if you wanted to watch him train and cheer him on, it helps dissolve his insecurities

Donnie

depends how you react to him when it comes to you being a civilian

as for you being a criminal ? he'd ask you why, how, when– he wants every little detail about the crime you're committing and the context behind it. he might not even want to kick your ass at all, maybe he just wants to talk.

now, if the turtle's saving your life and you're grateful like a normal person, thanking him and going on your merry way, he'd be proud of himself for handling whatever you tangled yourself with on his own.

if you make out his save as a knight-in-shining-armour-saving-his-princess situation ? he would get all flustered and embarrassed, falling for you hard if you give him any semblance of affection as thanks.

the mutant is starved for affection after all the years he's pined and yearned. crushing should be his middle name and it's not for crushing his enemies.

spending the rest of the night talking to him would probably mean him checking for wounds or if you got hurt.

he would worry about you no matter if your life was threatened or if someone just tried to steal your bag

haha you're the next april (whether you reciprocate or not is up to you)

Mikey

nah dude you're chill brah

bro's clueless if you're committing crime

but otherwise he'd fight whatever's threatening you then offer if you want to hang out with him

whether you agree or scream and run away it's your choice (but the latter isn't what you're here for, is it ?)

he'd take you to murakami's or some pizza place he knows of for food first

after eating you guys would go up to the rooftops and he'd try to show you tricks on his board

maybe try to flirt with you if he finds you easy on the eyes

you spending time with him kind of reassures him that he's not annoying like his brothers say he is, so you're making him feel better about himself just by keeping him company

he'd love to talk to you again !! definitely will call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you think pineapple belongs on pizza.

[jjkeverlast]

bloodline | jjk #1

-> pairing fuckboy!jk x fuckgirl!f.reader

-> genres/aus slow burn, friends with benefits au, smut, humor, angst and college au

-> summary a relationship was the last thing you wanted, but having wild and experimenting sex? now that was something, and jeon jungkook is there to give you simply that. as long as either catch feelings... but that won't be hard for you knowing you'd never go for a guy like jungkook, although jungkook might have another opinion about you. let the (fun) begin!

-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, drunk!jk, dirty talk, dry humping, cum eating, fingering, oral (f. receiving), face riding, overstimulation :)

-> word count 3.2k

-> author's note i'm baaaaackkkkk :))) also, big thanks to my love @here4btsfics for guiding me through the smut. i love you kelly you're amazinggggg <3333

masterlist for bloodline

‘’So, it’s just sex between you?’’ Your roommate Cho-Hee questions after she’s accidentally caught you and Jungkook fucking on the couch. It was your fault for overseeing her schedule that was cleared out the day you decided to invite him over. 

“Yes.” Without a question you answer, Jungkook puts on his sweater behind you as Cho-Hee stands in question in the open kitchen. 

“You know… that never works right?” You love Cho-Hee. She’s an amazing friend who in reality just wants what’s best for you and will fight for you whenever she can. It was her way of showing she cares for you by asking. This explains why you didn’t get offended and throw a fit over the cliche question whenever two casually hooking up get interrogated by friends. 

“It’s under control. Jungkook literally fucks anything with a pulse and I can hardly see myself in a relationship.” You’d never try and excuse that this will never happen, there’s a chance but it’s not very highly between you two. If there were such a big risk, you’d never hook up with Jungkook in the first place. 

The off putting friends with benefits situation you had with Jungkook only started a few weeks ago. He caught your eye at the frat party Hoseok invited you to. He wasn’t exactly a stranger to you. You heard a thing or two about his fuckboy status and his astounding skills in bed — explains why he carries the title so proudly. 

When you first hooked up, Jungkook was surprised by how different you were. You drove him on edge constantly, savoring up every minute of the pleasure that developed between you. To say you were a drug for Jungkook was an understatement. You were more, yet you didn’t need to know that. 

‘’Well… I’m leaving. I’ll call you.’’ With a peck on the cheek, Jungkook says a quick bye to Cho-Hee before the door closes and it’s just the both of you. 

‘’He literally–’’ Cho-Hee starts off, you barely noticed the display of affection he did before leaving. 

‘’What?’’ 

‘’Nothing. Want to order some take out?’’ Since that day, Cho-Hee never brought up your relationship with Jungkook on the table. 

It turned quiet in your apartment, Cho-Hee was studying for a test tomorrow and you were scrolling on TikTok to let a few hours pass by. Your screen gets interrupted by a call. Well that was definitely early. 

‘’Jungkook?’’ There’s a lot of noise surrounding him, so you hardly hear him through the mic. 

‘’Y/N? Can you hear me now?’’ The ruckus clears out and Jungkook’s voice cuts through it. 

‘’Yeah, what’s up?’’ You’ve brought the phone to your ear, sighing as you find a comfortable position to lay in. 

‘’Wanna fuck?’’ You can’t help but snort when he says it, covering your mouth — scared to interrupt the focus Cho-Hee has gained on her studies. Jungkook is most likely drunk at this moment and horny, very fucking horny. 

‘’Why are you laughing? I’m serious, I wanna fuck you.’’ You depress your snorting, trying to take his drunken state seriously. It makes it a lot funnier when you’re the sober one. 

‘’Who says you’re fucking me?’’ Jungkook knew you were a switch, well more a person who’d be down for almost anything. Did that scare him? Yes. Did it turn him on? Also yes. 

‘’Shut up. Now can I come over or not?’’ He really did not like to waste his time on small talk with you. It’s not that you aren’t interesting as a person, his dick just speaks before him and right now? He desperately wants to be inside of you. 

‘’Cho-Hee is studying…’’ You start off, earning a groan from Jungkook not being pleased by your answer. You have a lot of respect for your roommate and vise versa, the least you can do is keep your crazy hookups away from Cho-Hee as much as possible. The reason also being she caught you not even a few hours ago, she still needs to recover from that. 

‘’And? She knows either way, so what’s the problem?’’ He’s determined to be in between your legs tonight. 

‘’The problem is she needs complete silence. Silence never works for us Jungkook.’’ You can picture the smirk plastered on his face when you admitted that the sex is too good, which explains the noise following right after. 

‘’I can just hold my hand over your mouth. Easy fix.’’ He’s proud of his solution but you roll your eyes, wondering how you’ll get it to his head that there’s no sex tonight. 

‘’Jungkook– I really can’t. Isn’t there someone else at the party that you can take home?’’ It turns silent on the other side of the line. That feels odd, also because you never agreed to be exclusive. Jungkook is a free man. 

‘’They aren’t you.’’ The alcohol is speaking for Jungkook and you know that. You always found the saying ‘drunk words are sober thoughts’ utter bullshit. You’ve blurted out all kinds of nonsense when you’ve been drunk which have never meant anything. In this way, Jungkook’s sentence means nothing to you. 

‘’Jung–’’ Cho-Hee knocks on your door, startling you which causes you to hang up. 

‘’Oh- sorry! I was just gonna tell you that I’m going to Taehyung’s now.’’ You can already see for yourself Jungkook’s smile when he receives the news that he actually will get pussy tonight. 

‘’That’s fine, say hi to Tae from me.’’ Cho-Hee gives you one last smile, leaving you to go see her boyfriend. 

You realize you haven’t called Jungkook back and before you get the chance to, Cho-Hee shouts to you from the front door. With a quick strut, you find Jungkook with a worried expression and Cho-Hee trying to suppress a laugh. 

‘’Um–’’ 

‘’I thought something happened.’’ Cho-Hee sends you a knowing look from afar, which you quickly shut down not wanting her to get the wrong idea of Jungkook being worried. 

‘’Well. That’s my cue to leave.’’ She grabs her coat, closing the door behind her while you stand in your sloppy pajama look. 

‘’Jungkook, what the fuck?’’ You aren’t exactly pleased with him arriving at your place without a warning. Thankfully Cho-Hee already made plans with Taehyung or you’d have a lot of explaining to do. 

‘’Let’s fuck baby.’’ He almost crashes onto you, the hard liquor breath fanning above you and your face twists in disgust. He reeks of alcohol. 

‘’You’re way too drunk.’’ You grab ahold of Jungkook’s shoulders to lift the weight he decided to throw on you late at night. 

He can roughly stand on his own two feet, bringing you to baby him to bed. Which, yes, was not part of your weird deal. Still, you can’t let him go home from here in this state and it’s not because he’s unknown to your bed. 

With a few struggles you managed to get Jungkook out of his clothes and tucked under the sheets. He was getting way too excited when you went down to unbutton his pants as he already laid flat on your bed. The duvet crinkled as he moved around, as if he was a child doing a snow angel. 

‘’I thought you were gonna suck my dick. What a tease you are…’’ He pouts when you join him under the covers. If only the baby could stop talking and sober up.

‘’I’ll suck you off when you’re sober.’’ Jungkook leaves it at that, snores already escaping him as he falls asleep. 

You don’t know what time it is when Jungkook pulls you in by the waist, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. It’s not that action that stirs you awake, it’s what’s poking your ass when you lean into him. 

‘’Please tell me you’re awake.’’ He whispers softly. You don’t give him a direct answer, pressing your ass further against him. 

‘’I’ll take that as a yes.’’ His warm hand roams on your thigh, soothing it out and taking his time in enjoying what’s in front of him. You hum in delight, his hand inching closer towards your core. 

‘’Are you sober?’’ You want to make sure, never wanting to take advantage of Jungkook in an intoxicated state. With a low chuckle, he bites your earlobe and whispers a yes. That’s good enough for you. You let Jungkook touch you how he pleases, admiring your curves and the softness that meets the palm of his hand. 

You’re not impatient, seeing you fucked him earlier before Cho-Hee walked in, screaming as she quickly covered her eyes begging you both to dress up. It was comical, maybe not for her but Jungkook bit his lip trying to regain the upcoming snort that was about to leave him when he saw how traumatized Cho-Hee looked. 

Jungkook moves his hand further down, tracing his delicate fingers above the fabric. You tense under his touch, his breath still landing hot on the nape of your neck. The slow build of intimacy reaching your bedroom. 

It doesn’t really help how horny you’re getting, all while Jungkook’s dick is poking your ass from behind. With a slow movement, you grind your ass back, Jungkook groaning from your visible greadiness. How can you not be? Not only is he fucking hot but having his cock inside of you? Nothing beats that. 

‘’Listen. I love you going slow right now, but can you just fuck me?’’ He hasn’t even touched you, his fingers resting on the waistband of your thong. You don’t exactly know what’s gotten you so needy. Maybe it’s the fact you can feel everything yet he isn’t touching you as expected. Wasn’t he desperate to fuck you a few hours ago? What happened to that? 

‘’Listen, I have plans on my own. Lay still.’’ You cock an eyebrow in surprise. Since when does Jungkook have a plan on how to please you? 

With a sigh, you don’t move, letting Jungkook have his way with you. His hand starts to explore again, finally gaining the courage to reach underneath your thong which has started to stick to your heat. 

A gentle press of his fingers against your slit and your mouth drops. A breathless moan escapes you when Jungkook runs the pad of his middle finger between your lips, parting them slightly. 

‘’You’re so wet…’’ A kiss is added right beneath your ear, the soft touch of Jungkook’s lips making you lean more into him — if it’s even possible at this point — earning a hiss from him as he gets worked up on how you effortlessly give yourself to him. 

‘’Stay still. You’re gonna drive me insane before I even get to fuck you.’’ You smile at his words, commanding to his request. 

He returns to fingering you, bucking his hips into you from behind to excite you of what awaits. He loves seeing you like this, lips parted as your eyebrows furrow over the pleasure building up within you. The pleasure he’s causing. If only you could see how adorable you looked in such a hot position. His fingers covered in your arousal, your ass pushed up on him to get some sort of friction which he isn’t willing to give right now. No, Jungkook loves seeing you become a mess for him, to the point where you take control yourself and guide him inside of you. But that’s not what happens. You turn. 

Jungkook is still cupping your sex under the fabric, until you take a hold of his wrist guiding it towards your mouth. The room is dark, mostly. Jungkook is incapable of seeing your lips wrap around them, swirling the edges as you taste yourself. You’re unbelievable. 

When you release his fingers from your mouth, Jungkook curses under his breath before he brings you in for a heated kiss. You don’t hesitate to wrap your free arm around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as his tongue slips in to meet yours. 

Kisses with Jungkook always drive you to a breaking point. There’s something so addicting about the way he kisses you that your body reacts before you. You’ve let your clothed core grind over his cock that has fully hardened under his briefs. 

‘’Take them off.’’ You say in a hurry, moving your mouth further down to Jungkook’s neck. His weakness. It’s the first moan that slips out from him when you’ve swirled your tongue as your lips peck and bite at his soft skin. 

Jungkook struggles to get his boxers off, when you’ve decided now is the perfect time to give him neck kisses. You’ve learned to perfect them since you both started hooking up, it’s definitely worth it when moans simply slip out of him. 

A rough pull from Jungkook brings you back to face him and that’s when you notice he’s managed to get his boxers off while you were too busy with his delicate neck. 

‘’Fucking finally.’’ You reach your hand down to feel it but Jungkook stops you. 

‘’Wha–’’ He pulls one of your legs over his waist, positioning his cock above the material of your thong. That shuts you up, starting to enjoy the anticipation of having him inside of you. Sure, you’d rather want it now but it’s fun going along with Jungkook’s ideas. Maybe that explains the exciting sex life you’ve created between the two of you as time passed. 

He makes it more difficult for you not to push yourself down on his cock when he decides to push your panties aside and grind his cock in between your soaked lips. The tip adding pressure to your clit as he presses it on purpose. He knows you love it. 

‘’Jungkook, fuck!’’ The sensation you’re feeling becomes overwhelming, as you clutch onto him he admits he’s teased you enough. Aiming his tip now at your center, you await patiently before you feel it. His cock stretches you out the more he bucks his hips forward, as you sigh in satisfaction of getting what you’ve wanted since he’s pulled you in. 

‘’Fuck you’re so tight pretty girl.’’ Pretty girl. A nickname Jungkook only uses in bed with you. It always gives you the same feeling; tingling sensations running around as goosebumps rise on your skin. You never felt special because of the nickname he used on you. It just felt good to be called something. 

‘’Please–’’ 

Jungkook obliges, creating motion in his hips, his cock now entering and leaving you. The room is too engulfed by darkness for you to admire the alluring view beneath you both. You’re already turning warm and hot, the covers still tucked to both your chins. Jungkook’s pants land hot against your lips, his movements quickening as you tug yourself closer. 

‘’I might not – shit – last long.’’ Jungkook admits, his pace never slowing down as you let yourself go, fully immersed by the wave of pleasure that’s slowly appearing. 

‘’It’s okay. You can come.’’ You meet his hips halfway, working up an orgasm for you both before you suffocate yourself from heat. Jungkook doesn’t stop holding you close to him, his sleeve colored arm under your t-shirt, holding his hand tight on your naked body. 

If only Jungkook could hear how exceptional his moans were when he’s buried inside of you. You’ll never grow tired of the on going curse words and strangled sounds he makes whenever you drive him on edge and fuck him instead. 

The sounds are muffled under the duvet of your skins slapping against one another. Jungkook’s cock starts to twitch, signaling he’s not going to last much longer but you continue regardless, lifting yourself in a quicker motion to feel every inch of him before dropping down again and meeting the base of his cock. 

‘’Fuck, don’t stop.’’ Jungkook’s grip tightens, letting you fuck yourself on him at a quick pace and with a quick motion, he pushes himself all the way in, poking at your g-spot as he finishes inside of you. You can only feel it twitch right after, humming in delight as Jungkook tries to catch his breath. 

‘’Wish I could stay buried in your pussy, forever.’’ You snort at his compliment, finding the word ‘forever’ super childish coming from a fuckboy. He’s oddly soft, maybe that’s just his demeanor in bed. 

Even though you haven’t finished yourself, you’re content. But Jungkook isn’t. 

He turns you both around, your body now hovering above him, wearing a worried expression. ‘’What are you doing?’’ He doesn’t answer you, giving you a hidden smirk before he swiftly pulls you by the thighs, your pussy mere inches from his face. 

‘’Don’t be shy baby, sit on my face.’’ You want to, but you also want him to beg for it. 

‘’Say pleas–’’ Jungkook lifts his head, tongue now running flat on your slit. It makes you loosen your legs, pulling yourself down to feel more of his mouth. It’s no lie that Jungkook knows how to eat pussy. His tongue and lips could go on for hours, sucking, biting, nibbling your clit along with your hole. 

You’re getting dizzy by the warm feeling of his tongue, circling on your clit for a good minute now. Your hips start to grind on his face, helping him get his mouth anywhere possible as your fingers go down to grip his loose strands of hair. The grip tightens and Jungkook moans against your heat, sending a shockwave of pleasure caused by the vibrations. You’re close. 

Jungkook loves having you like this. Using him to make yourself come all over him. He decides to bite your clit gently, knowing it’ll be the last push for your orgasm. He was right, you tense above him, finally releasing and covering half of his chin. You’re overly sensitive after coming back from your high, Jungkook panting beneath you to catch some air. 

‘’That was–’’ You start to laugh, releasing your grip on Jungkook’s hair as you lift your hips up, to roll over and catch your breath. Jungkook’s grip tightens once again, bringing your wet slit, once again in front of his mouth. 

‘’Who said I was done?’’ 

‘’Jungkook I don’t–’’ 

‘’One more. You can do it.’’ With a slow exhale from your part, Jungkook goes back kissing you all over, starting with your inner thighs and working towards your heat for one last time. 

 You feel lightheaded at this point, not having time to process your first orgasm. Jungkook is cautious, knowing you’re overly sensitive but he wants to make you cum again. If he could, he’d continue till you barely could stand. Not only because you look so pretty when you finish, but the fact that it’s his doing. He is the one turning you heated, dizzy, breathless… 

With a simple lick on your clit, you’re already drowning in pleasure once more and letting go. Your legs are somewhat shaky from your second orgasm and with a small kiss to your clit from Jungkook, he helps you lay back down on your back. 

‘’Give me a minute.’’ Your chest is rising at a rapid pace as you inhale and exhale. Body warm and heated, you find sudden peace and calm yourself as Jungkook watches you smile. 

It’s a win for him. 

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Hello, I have seen some of your works and have enjoyed each of them, and after seeing that you are still accepting request I was wondering if you would consider a Yandere Arlecchino with a pastry Chef reader, a slight spoiler for the Archon Quest is that she seems to like sweets a great deal, perhaps the reader is oblivious to her yandere antics and simply enjoys making sweets for her and her children.

Or perhaps a Yandere Arlecchino with her children being platonic yanderes that want their "Father" and the one they love to be together, and as such they try and play matchmaker with her and the reader.

Either way, I hope you like the ideas, and that you stay safe and take care.

P.S. Here is just a brainrot for you, but imagine Platonic Yandere Arlecchino not only vetting Lynette's love interest, but also helping her get together with them once she starts to approve of them.

i could platonically put you in my mouth and crunch on you like a jolly rancher, thank you for this amazing idea, i could write about this endlessly but i didn't want to get too long <3333 pls request more of this so i can write more in the future

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including implied stalking, intentional increase of Fatui members, delusional behaviors, implied trickery of reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Arlecchino with a pastry chef beloved would be a very interesting concept! You, as the pasty maker, would notice a sudden influx of Fatui members in your once quaint little cafe. The upside is that sales had been through the roof and no trouble seemed to linger anymore, the downside was that most locals had been too nervous to stay around for long, often ordering and leaving or coming in for a pick-up before leaving. It was alright though, one delightful woman always seemed to stick around for a chat!

A sigh of content left your lips as you closed up shop for the night. It had been a long day with many desserts having been made but you managed it as always. It wasn’t until you were headed to the front of the store to lock the doors that you noticed her standing out front, patiently and politely. A pleasant smile crossed her face as she saw you, raising a delicate, gloved hand to offer you a polite smile. “I know you’re closed but I just wanted to come say hi. I had more work than I thought I would today and wasn’t able to make it before closing.” She was as polite and well-mannered as always, something you had admired about her. People around town spoke of her being part of the Fatui but you couldn’t really see it. Sure her outfit seemed a little strange but she was too kind to be evil. She was always so nice and polite, she spoke so well-mannered and always left a generous tip. It was hard to see someone so perfect being diabolical. She had simply come off as the perfect person to be around.