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#things get deep here and i'm sorry but i had to share how i feel
ellecdc · 3 hours
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I'm sick rn so I wanted to know if you could do a little comfort fic of moonwater taking care of sick reader or something pls :)
awe so sorry you're unwell babes! hope you feel better soon <33
poly!moonwater x fem!reader who has the flu
Another shiver shook your frame even from your place burrowed deep beneath the thick duvet in your spare bedroom.
You’d woken up a little late this morning; Regulus needed to be in the office early for a meeting, and Remus had a meeting with his publisher, meaning you had been on your own. You felt awful, but ultimately hoped that as the day had continued, you might perk up a bit.
You did not perk up. In fact, you ended up spending so much time in the bathroom that your boss actually suggested you go home for the rest of the day.
Too poorly to feel as embarrassed as you probably ought to, you readily accepted and returned to yours, Regulus’, and Remus’ shared flat.
It took nearly all your effort to change out of your work clothes, change the bedding in your shared bedroom so that the boys wouldn’t have to sleep in your germs, and set yourself up in the guest room with a bucket just in case.
You’d slept on and off quite fitfully, waking up with a start when your fever induced brain concocted the most ridiculous nightmares to alert you to your sweaty and discomfited state. 
You were so poorly that you hadn’t even realized anyone was home until Regulus was standing in front of you like a creepy vampire watching you sleep.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Regulus.” You muttered, slapping your hand to your own chest as you tried catching your breath, which caused a small coughing fit.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Your boyfriend asked incredulously.
You groaned as you rolled back onto your side to face him.
“Hello, Regulus. It’s nice to see you.” You deadpanned.
Regulus huffed and dropped his briefcase.
“Hello, amour.” He deadpanned in return. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked again as he gently sat on the edge of the bed to place the back of his hand to your forehead, grimacing in response to your sweat or your fever, you weren’t sure. 
“I’m sick.”
Regulus made a pathetic cooing sound that was so contrary to his sharp demeanour made all the more severe in his smart work attire, it was almost comical. 
“Why didn’t you call me?”
You huffed at that. “So, what? So, you could come home and watch me barely sleep? I was fine.”
“Fine.” Regulus scoffed. “You don’t look fine, amour.”
“Words hurt, Reg.” You groaned as the pain behind your eyes grew.
Regulus made another cooing sound and stood.
You thought perhaps he was getting up to change or whatnot but opened your eyes to see him with his phone pressed to his ear.
“Regulus, what are you doing?” You demanded with all the sternness you could muster, which was not much at all in your current state.
“That’s enough out of you.” He muttered quietly as he brought his phone back to his ear.
“Hi love, how are you?” He spoke over your attempted rebuttal.
You could hear your other boyfriends’ low tones responding to Regulus from the other end of the line.
“Good. It went well, thank you. I just got home actually, Y/N’s already here; she’s quite poorly.”
Though you still couldn’t make out the words, Remus’ voice picked up in volume. 
“No, she didn’t tell me either.” Regulus commented, sending you a pointed glare.  
“Okay, yeah. Alright, we’ll see you soon. Yeah, love you too. Bye.” 
You groaned petulantly. “Why’d you do that? He doesn’t have to come home for me.”
“Maybe he’s coming home for me; ever consider that?” He snarked back, pushing some of your sweaty hairs away from your head to press a kiss to your head.
“You’re a furnace, amour. Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t taken any medication?”
He got his answer in the form of a guilty expression.
“Tu vas être ma mort. Tu as de la chance d'être si mignon.” He muttered as he left the room to change and gather some things for your flu. 
You came back into consciousness to the sound of Remus and Regulus speaking gently.
“I hate to wake her up, but she really should take something.”
“Has she eaten, though? She shouldn’t take anything on an empty stomach.”
“If that bucket is any indication, I doubt there’s anything in her stomach at all.”
“Can you guys go do your worrying elsewhere, please? I’m trying to die in peace.” You groaned, caused Remus to gasp and Regulus to scoff.
“Dovey! Oh, my poor girl. What happened? Are you okay?” Remus cooed, kneeling on the floor in front of you to start petting at your head.
“I’m okay.” You croaked.
“You’re a liar.” He responded; words pointed but expression loving.
“Do you think you can eat, amour?” Regulus interrupted. 
“I don’t want to.” You moaned.
“That’s not what I asked, love.”
Remus tsked at Regulus’ coldness and took your face in his hands.
“Dove, can you try? Please? For me.”
You groaned very petulantly but began sitting yourself upright nonetheless. 
You allowed Remus to position your pillows and arrange the tray Regulus had prepared for you on your lap, but you drew the line at him trying to spoon feed you the stew.  
“Did you wake up this poorly?” Regulus asked from the end of your bed.
“Sort of, but it got worse at work.”
The air was sucked out of the room as both men turned to look at you incredulously.
“You went to work?!” Regulus gawked.
“Why, dove?”
“Ma MORT, je le jure!” Regulus groaned exasperatedly. “Why didn’t you call us to pick you up?”
“And you took the time to change the bedding and move out of our room when you were like this?” Remus added.
You were beginning to feel embarrassingly teary as you put your spoon down and pushed the tray away from you.
“I didn’t want you guys to get catch this. I just... I was fine.” You sniffled and wiped at your eyes as the first tear fell.
Remus tsked again and rested his forehead against your temple, and you realized then how much cooler his forehead felt against yours. 
“Okay.” Regulus said quietly, picking up the tray from your lap and placing it on the dresser. “Can you take these for me, love? Fever reducers and anti-nausea for now; we’ll see how you feel in a few hours.”
He held the pills out to you in his palm and held a glass of water in the other. You hiccupped and sniffled before accepting both, handing him back the glass half full once you were done.
“Thank you.” Regulus whispered gently, kissing your forehead and bringing your tray to the kitchen.
“I’m sorry we scolded you, dovey.” Remus whispered into your cheek, causing new tears to fall. “We just worry; you know that, right?”
“Yeah.” You whimpered, and even you could tell it was sort of pathetic.
“Oh, my poor darling.” Remus cooed, standing from your side to climb in on the opposite side of the bed. 
“Don’t, Rem. I don’t want you to get sick.” You whined, though allowed your body to be pulled into his side.
“Tough.” He said simply, punctuating the sentiment with a kiss to your temple. “Then I’ll just get to call in sick too.”
You were sure the tears were mostly from exhaustion and discomfort, but you couldn’t seem to get them to stop.
“What’s the matter, hm?”
“I don’t feel good.” You whined.
“I know, babydove. I’m sorry.”
That’s how Regulus found you when he came back to the room; you crying into Remus’ shirt as he rubbed broad strokes up and down your back.
“Rem, we’re trying to bring her temperature down, love.” He admonished gently, though sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his own soothing strokes on your clammy arm. 
“You try denying this sweet girl her cuddles, Reg.” Remus responded.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before placing a cold wet cloth on your head. 
“I’m sorry you’re so poorly, amour. And I’m sorry if we made it worse.” He apologized. 
You quickly shook your head (which you immediately regretted as the nausea threatened to return). “You didn’t; you don’t.”
“I upset you though, I’m sorry. I’m too rough sometimes.” Regulus admitted, sounding almost as teary as you. Remus tsked and reached one of his hands over you to take Regulus’ hand.
“I know what you’re thinking, love, and you’re wrong.” Remus insisted. “And I know you’re wrong, because your parents wouldn’t have fussed over you at all when you were sick; so there’s no way you could be acting like them right now.”
The fact that Regulus had spent any amount of time worrying that he’d been too harsh with you, that he’d been at all like his awful parents caused your few tears to turn into true crying.
“I’m sorry Reggie.” You cried, turning to look at him. His brows furrowed dramatically, and he looked just as close to crying. “If you weren’t here; I’d be sitting in bed with no food, no medicine, no cloths, and no love.”
“Well, you maybe would have had some love.” Remus argued from your other side.
“I would’ve died.” You insisted.
One tear did fall from Regulus’ eye as he smiled sadly at you. “I just hate to see you so poorly, amour. You should always be happy and lovely.”
“I am. I’m better when you’re here.” You insisted.
“How dare you insinuate that our sweet darling girl could ever possibly be not lovely, Regulus. Absolute blasphemy.” Remus scolded, causing both you and Regulus to chuckle. 
“Terribly sorry, you two. I seem to have forgotten myself.” He laughed, turning the cloth over on your head and trailing his fingers down your jaw to massage at your neck. 
“Don’t let it happen again.” Remus instructed.
You fell asleep to the sound of Regulus promising that he wouldn’t. 
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noxtivagus · 1 year
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i shld really fix that spam account n use it more often bcs oh my god i really often ramble just like this
#🌙.rambles#SORRY BTW I JUST GET SO. WHENEVER I THINK LIKE THIS I CAN'T BE PRODUCTIVE AAAAA#so even if i want to answer or write something or do smth quick for school or head to sleep. i can't until i finish this mental task#it's nearly 5 am though so i'll just write this then sleep immediately. i'm just. realizing i really just. yeah. rambling a lot like this#a few months back when i had this thread where i rambled a lot too about just my thoughts#i like sharing my thoughts w others. writing it down makes it more organized#n i like to think of how my words may impact and resonate with another. the thought of it makes me feel less alone#& then if you interact with that thought too then oh my god you have just owned my heart! please accept this hug and kiss from me!#/p unless you want it to be more 🥺 joke#bcs i wrote this in my notes but it doesn't feel quite so. hmm. idk i like putting it out there more to the world#i mean honestly most of my thoughts uh. i write a lot here on tumblr evidently yes but i write even a lot more in my notes#of things only i will know! i am very good at. acting normal. you will not learn of my secrets.#unless you stalk me and try to learn the way i live and think. i write a lot but unless you relate w me in that way too then i think#you won't completely know n understand in my way. in another way though maybe. i find both beautiful#but i want. a mirror. like zenos to the wol. a twin. which i already have for this one yes but i want a platonic one and a romantic one too#i want to experience so many deep forms of love. the healthy ones. familial. w my parents. with my own sibling. with children maybe#in the far future. with so many friends. with a significant other. i want experiences with all of that. i want to learn and live through sm#bcs i was writing down things to think of in more detail when i have more time#everyone's inner worlds. in their head. their stories thoughts emotions experiences desires wishes. all of that n more#their inner lifes. how they live. the many things we don't know about each other. the unsaid n the hidden n the unseen.#how would it be like. what would we all be. 'could' be.#taking into account who we all are and who i am. what that means with and for us all. going back as well to the things that make up our#identity. & then how we change with each person. what sides of us do they know. and vice versa#how we affect n influence each other. what we choose to share n the secrets we keep#i think about those sort of things a lot. for you and for me#like personally for me one way i see myself is. talking w me could. since i can be really direct straightforward n honest. yeah#about certain things but i think there's a lot hidden in each word i say. i wonder for you too.#& i could see that maybe for some people. talking to me could slow down time? sob bcs i can really write slow in convos#& i've been told by several people that talking to me can be comforting. i'm kind they say. huh.#it's very nearly 5 am i have so much more to write (time goes by so fast holy shit go away anxiety) but i will sleep now. good night.
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letjungcoook7 · 6 months
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body to body || jjk || +18
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☾ summary: you've had enough of your boyfriend's teasing. so, you decide to punish him.
☾ w.c: 3,4k
☾ pairing: idol!jungkook x fem!reader
☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
☾ genre: smut, established relationship.
☾ warnings: switch! reader, switch! jungkook, spitting, slapping, hair pulling, tits playing, clit playing, deep throat, oral sex (male and female), overstimulation, squirting, big dick jk
☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.
You and Jungkook have shared three and a half years together, and you often find yourself marveling at how fortunate you are to have met and be loved by him. Introduced by a mutual friend, your connection has been incredibly secure, making Jungkook the best thing that has ever happened to you.
Yet, not everything in your relationship is flawless.
The need for secrecy due to Jungkook's contract has been a significant source of disagreement. While you don't seek attention, the desire for more freedom, such as openly going to restaurants or walking hand in hand, clashes with the constraints imposed by the contract. Although you understand it's part of his job, you can't help but wonder if it would be so bad to have a private relationship instead of a secret one.
There are phases in which accepting this is easier, others less so and there are times when it doesn't bother you at all. But as Jungkook's first solo album approached and his more mature side was shown, you fell into a loop of frustration.
Honestly, you like seeing his shirtless photos, the faces he makes and you love the fact that so many people covet something that only you can have. And here comes the big impasse: nobody can really know. With that, you need to see countless comments about your boyfriend's body, about your boyfriend's explicit lyrics and many girls lusting after your boyfriend. Without being able to even say a thing.
Jungkook, however, really enjoy to see you jealous. He always reassured you and assured you that you had nothing to worry about, but he liked to tease and provoke. Only to later make it up to you by giving lots of kisses and affection or being punished by you. And he didn't know which option he liked the best.
He was excited about his next single and was on set for the music video. As usual, he sent you photos and talked to you whenever he could. You loved feeling like you were part of his life and, working from home most of the time, it was easy to keep up with him. Your routine was flexible, which allowed, for example, you to accompany him on trips. But staying in a hotel room, in a different country and not being able to leave because of a damn meeting, is not what you would describe as fun.,
You sighed, grabbing your water bottle and taking a small sip, enough to moisten your lips after giving a project presentation. The meeting was close to ending when you receive a message from Jungkook, including a photo of his outfit for the video—a white oversized blazer, no shirt underneath, and white oversized pants adorned with chains around his neck and rings. The mirror selfie accentuates his abs. You roll your eyes at the anticipated comments, but deep down, you can't deny finding him extremely hot.
Jungkook: did you like it? You: haha. You: what do you think? Jungkook: you did You: i did not. Jungkook: are you going to say that even when you're mad you don't get wet? Jungkook: are you going to say that if I put my hand in your panties right now you will be dry? Jungkook: spare me, y/n You: you're a fuckin idiot. You: you are dirty. Jungkook: but i'm not a liar.
With irritation building up, you decide not to respond, leaving him to feel the weight of your displeasure. Determined to make him regret intentionally provoking your anger, you plan to ensure he faces consequences when he gets back to the hotel. It's a silent resolution, but one that promises to make him reconsider his teasing.
After taking a shower, fixing your hair, and applying a deliberately chosen fragrance – Jungkook's favorite – you slipped into black lace lingerie and completed the ensemble with a black silk robe. Checking yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair, you observed your body as a confidence boost. Feeling so fucking hot and powerful, you were ready to make him regret his provocation.
Earlier, you had ordered a nice room service wine. Now, in your hotel room, you opened the bottle and poured it into a glass. Sipping the wine slowly, the delay in Jungkook's arrival led you to finish two glasses quickly. Not enough to get drunk, just to lighten your mood.
As Jungkook slowly swung open the door, you cast a quick, provocative look over your shoulder, meeting his entrance with a coy smile. The door clicked shut, and he greeted you with a mischievous grin, playfully poking his cheek with his tongue and toying with the piercing in his mouth.
"What's all this?" he asked, a trace of cynicism in his tone, fully aware of the purpose behind your ensemble. Your boyfriend approached, now clad in his usual attire — gray oversized sweatpants and a black, roomy shirt. Notably, you sported one of the chains from earlier around his neck, prompting a sardonic laugh to escape your lips.
“All this what, Jungkook?” You asked, your voice low and calm, crossing your legs and maintaining eye contact with him.
"Y/N..." he said, walking over to the couch you were sitting on, quickly bringing his body closer to yours. But you stopped him, placing your hand on his chest and shaking your head.
"No," you said firmly, looking at him who smiled.
"Are you angry with me?" he said in a false tone of innocence and trying to get closer again and, once again, being pushed away by you.
"Why would I be?" You feign disdain, shrugging.
"You know why, hm?" Jungkook responded, sliding his hand up your thigh. You look straight ahead, shaking your head and holding onto his wrist, pulling his hand away.
"Jungkook." you scolded him, without even looking at Jungkook.
"I'm sorry." he said in a sly tone, leaning against the sofa. "How can I make up to you?"
You held back a smile. He was getting into the game and you loved it. You look at him, getting up and standing in front of him, who also suppresses a smile, pursing his lips and opening his legs so you can be in the middle.
"Come here" Jungkook says, pointing to his lap.
“You’re not the one on control, Jungkook.” you lean your body towards him, one hand resting on the back of the couch, while the other slips onto the chain around his neck. You take enough of it in your fingers and wrap it around, making the chain tighten around his neck. He wide his eyes open at first and then smiles.
Dirty. He is filthy.
You slap him on the cheek, then hold Jungkook's face, making him look at you.
“Who you belong to, Jungkook?” you ask, your voice comes out deep.
"T-to y-you." he answers you, with round, dark eyes.
"And what you deserve?" Now you tighten even more the chain around his neck. He swallows hard, making you smile satisfied.
"Be punished?" he responds uncertainly and you laugh.
"It was a question?" You tilt your head to the side.
"No. I deserve to be punished." Jungkook says firmly.
"Good boy."
You let go of his face, as well as the chain. You take a step back, taking off your robe and climbing onto Jungkook's lap, who quickly runs both hands down your back to your ass. Holding tight to your skin, Jungkook brings his mouth to your neck, kissing your skin slowly and running his tongue along the curve of your neck as you rub against him.
Your lips open and you let out low moans, feeling Jungkook's hand roaming your body. You can feel your growing bulge beneath Jungkook’s pants.
His fingers lower the straps of your bra, making your breasts out. He stares at you, sliding his tongue down the valley between your breasts, reaching your nipples and sucking one at a time, before focusing on the other, licking and rubbing his tongue across it, making you roll over on his lap and moan.
Your nipples hard against Jungkook's hot tongue and the feeling of him hard beneath you almost makes you forget that you wanted to punish him.
Then, in a moment of sanity, you push yourself to get up from Jungkook's lap, who stops you, wrapping his arms around your waist and forcing you back onto his lap.
"Did you forget that I'm stronger, Y\N?" Jungkook says, with a thick tone. "I think you forgot who has control here."
He looks at you with raised eyebrows. You try, once again, to get up, making him hold you tighter in his lap and give an ironic laugh.
You didn't want to get up, though.
He knew that.
You loved it when he takes control, even if it wasn't exactly what you had planned for today.
He throws you on the couch next to him, standing up quickly and making you look up, due to the difference in height between Jungkook standing and you sitting. He grabs a whole hand of your hair and pulls it, making you tilt your head back more.
"Open," he demands and you obey, separating your lips and letting him spit into your mouth, swallowing his saliva and blinking your eyes a few times, without breaking eye contact.
Jungkook lowers his body a little and brushes his fingers against your pussy, still covered with your panties, making the lace rub on your skin as you open your legs.
"Wet, huh?" he smiles, sticking his hand inside your panties and stimulating your clit in circular movements.
“Jungkook…” you whimper, moaning softly.
His response is a laugh.
"Lay down," Jungkook says and you do.
Meanwhile, Jungkook takes off his shirt and pulls down his pants, along with his underwear, holding his dick. He pumps a few times and then settles down, resting one knee on the couch next to your face and the other leg on the floor. Jungkook's dick was just a few inches from your mouth.
You lift your head and accidentally bump your lips against his dick, who lets out a grunt and holds it in your hair.
"Open your mouth and suck the tip."
You look at him, running your tongue between your lips and wrap your mouth around his cockhead, making suction. He moans lowly as your tongue slides over the head of his dick. He holds your hair tight and forces his hips against your face, taking more than just the tip into your mouth.
"Remember one thing, Y/N: you're not the one who's going to suck me, I'm the one who's going to fuck your mouth," he says calmly, his tone dirty and his eyes brimming with lust.
After that, he forced his hips even more, causing almost all of his dick to enter your mouth at once, making you choke. Tears fell in your eyes, which made him smile as you coughed. He began his thrusts, causing his dick to enter your mouth even further, reaching your throat and practically making you lose your breath.
You had to concentrate to relax your muscles while Jungkook got deeper. The corners of your lips were wet and tears fell down your cheeks as his balls hit your chin and he moaned loudly.
You also needed to breathe through your nose and that was difficult due to the speed Jungkook moved.
He was too big to be that deep, but you could take it. You do everything for him.
With short thrusts, he forces his dick further down your throat and you close your eyes tightly, while with his hand, Jungkook holds your head in place and helps the movements, pulling your head against his cock a little more. You could feel him twitching and you knew he wouldn't last long.
You looked up and whimpered, being muffled by his dick, who smiled, biting your bottom lip and playing with his lip ring while his entire length was inside your throat. Jungkook contracted his abdomen, marking his muscles even more. You gag again, but he doesn't care and continues what he was doing. Just a few moments later, Jungkook moves his hips away, relieving some of the pressure on your throat, leaving your mouth a little. That's your cue to continue sucking his dick, forcing the inside of your cheeks against his dick as he groans. He still forces his hips against your face, and you use your tongue to slide his cock better and, as soon as he starts to cum, he moans your name. You feel his salty cum running down your throat and spilling out of the corner of your lips.
Jungkook smiles satisfied, taking his dick out of your mouth and, with his arm covered in tattoos, he holds your face and runs his thumb across your lips, wiping away his cum. You had already swallowed when you sucked his thumb, and he was breathing heavily.
"I didn't even manage to warn you that I was going to cum, right?" he said, still running his finger across your lips and smiling. "It's just because your mouth feels so good, you know?"
You let out a cynical laugh as Jungkook stands facing the couch. You sit up, to compose yourself and run your tongue between your lips, looking at your boyfriend who looks you up and down, as if he was going to devour you.
You adjust your breasts back into your bra and, suddenly, Jungkook spreads both hands on your thighs, pushing them apart. You moan surprised and smile when his fingers reach your panties and pull them off your body.
He kneels between your legs and you thread your fingers in his hair and he begins to slowly rub the piercing along your pussy
You sigh at the contact of his mouth on you and he looks up, sliding his tongue down your crotch towards your clit. Your whole body shivers and you moan, bucking your hips as Jungkook's tongue swirls around your clit, taking his time. He teases and sucks the area in a provocative way, making you force his head between your legs, in a silent request for more. He doesn't budge, he continues to run his tongue from your clitoris to your entrance, passing through your folds and hardens his tongue, stimulating your clit more intensely.
When he inserts two fingers inside you, you almost scream, pressing your legs against his ears and as his mouth moves on your clit, his fingers fuck you at an intense pace. You move your hips, swaying and pulling Jungkook's hair, who just looks at you. His gaze was now steady, his eyes narrow and focused on giving you pleasure. But you could barely maintain eye contact, especially when he hooked his fingers, fingering your G-spot.
With his free hand, Jungkook palms the lower part of your belly, putting pressure on your skin while you breathe heavily, having difficulty keeping yourself in place. He makes audible noises with his mouth while eating your pussy, he knows how much you like it. He fingers you with precise movements and his head bobs as he passes his lips and tongue along the length of your pussy, but still focusing on your clitoris.
Your legs were already shaking, each time Jungkook's fingers reached your pleasure point and his mouth worked on your pussy. Your legs felt weak and you pulled his hair, desperate. You lean your body forward a little, pulling Jungkook even more against your pussy. He didn't slow down his movements for a second and then you screamed, exploding with pleasure. But he doesn't stop, he continues to stimulate you, even if you are completely sensitive after a orgasm. So you squirm more and whimper. You can't keep your hips still and Jungkook takes a while to pull away.
He smiles, looking at the white couch, now wet with your juice. Your chest rises and falls in an attempt to normalize your breathing. You watch Jungkook looking proudly at the mess you both made on the couch.
“Fuck, we’re not home, Jungkook” you say, apprehensive.
"And how could you avoid that?" He arches his eyebrow and laughs, making you roll your eyes.
Jungkook holds your hand and you stand up, still shaking. You both, between kisses, go to bed. He gets on top of you, between your legs and you can feel him getting fully hard again, which makes you smile. He then presses his body against yours, kissing you more intensely, using his tongue more than his lips. You hold the back of his head while your other hand scratches the skin of Jungkook's shoulder, hard, as if you wanted to mark your territory.
You feel Jungkook slide the head of his cock through your pussy, rubbing it against your clit and making you separate your mouth from his and moan.
"Do you like?" Jungkook slowly rubs into you.
“Y-yeah,” you say, your voice cracking, and he curls his lips into a smile. You roll over, increasing the contact even more.
Jungkook then grabs your hip and turns you onto your stomach. He starts by kissing the back of your neck, moving the strands of hair out of the way and slides his mouth down your back, reaching your ass and placing a kiss on each cheek. He holds his hand firmly on your hip and you stick your ass up, making your boyfriend smile as he runs his thumb over your entrance. Jungkook positions himself and, with one thrust, penetrates you. You moan and roll around, feeling him fill you completely.
You bury your face in the pillow, in total despair when Jungkook moves in, making rhythmic and precise back and forth movements. He holds his left arm over your ass, giving him a privileged view of his cock going in and out of your pussy, which was squeezing him.
"So fucking good," he growls and you turn your face to the side, trying to look over your shoulder, but your vision is limited. You hear Jungkook's moans and the sound of his hips hitting your ass. "I needed this so bad," he whispered.
Jungkook moaned in pain, feeling you stretch with each thrust. You rubbed your ass against him nonstop. Your eyes were teary with excitement as Jungkook pounded you deep, your pussy clenching around him and his balls slapping you.
“Jungk-” you moan, hips arching. "Fuck"
He smiles, using the force to hit you even more. You moan at the deep, painful stimulation, but you somehow needed it. Just the thought of having him outside of you was desperate. You felt like that dick was made to be attached to your pussy.
"Do you like it?" Jungkook asked a rhetorical question and you hummed in response. "Are you mine to use?" it was also rhetorical.
“I am…” you say with a shaky voice.
Jungkook striked a few audible slaps to your ass, squeezing your skin tightly. You felt it burn, wondering if it would leave marks. A few thrusts later and he, without warning, pulls out of you, making you groan in disapproval. He turns you onto your back again and, without wasting time, climbs on top of you, thrusting himself into your cunt. He moves his hips back and forth, with his hand resting on the mattress, marking his biceps and with his tattooed arm, holding your thigh.
He was frowning, his mouth was open, moaning constantly and the chain around his neck was making pendulous movements in you as he reached deep. The hand that used to hold your thigh begins to stimulate your clitoris up and down, making you whimper and roll, clenching the walls of your pussy around his cock that is twitching nonstop. He presses his lips to yours desperately. Due to the movements, the kiss became ungainly, but it was clear how much you both were burning with desire.
You moaned in unison and your breaths mixed together. Jungkook was the first to orgasm, shooting warm jets of cum inside you. He didn't slow down, but separated his lips from yours and focused on rubbing your clit until you came once again.
You looked at each other, smiling and he pulled out of you, both of you ruined.
Jungkook pressed his lips to you, filling your mouth, cheek and neck with kisses while you breathed heavily and his body rested on top of yours. You bring your hands to the hair on the back of his neck, hugging him as if you wanted him to melt into you and whisper: "I'll still punish you later, Jeon Jungkook."
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A Night to Remember | Monkey D. Luffy
Part 2
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Summary: In the midst of a disaster at sea, your crew encounters the Straw Hat Pirates led by Monkey D. Luffy. After initial skepticism, you accept their help, and amidst the chaos, a deep connection forms between you and Luffy. The night brings passion, revealing mutual feelings.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut, p in v unprotected (I'm bad with warnings)
A/N: This is straight out of my imagination. I just watched the live action and am thinking of starting the anime so yes, this work is a messy mix of anything and everything. English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. I tried not to change Luffy's personality as much as I could. (My requests are open if wanted)
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As you and your crew sailed through the unpredictable waters of the Grand Line, the tranquility of the day shattered in an instant. A violent collision rocked the sturdy vessel as it struck an unyielding underwater rock, tearing through the boat's hull with a heart-wrenching screech of rending wood. The impact sent shockwaves of fear rippling through your crew, their faces etched with stark dread as they grasped the gravity of the situation.
Chaos ensued as you scrambled to assess the extent of the damage, your hands slick with seawater as you desperately tried to gauge the severity of the breach. Panic gnawed at your senses, every second feeling like an eternity, and uncertainty hung heavy in the salt-tinged air.
As if orchestrated by the very elements themselves, a thick and disorienting fog descended upon you with an eerie swiftness, obscuring your vision and muffling any sounds beyond the boat. It was as though the elements had conspired to further complicate your dire predicament, isolating your vessel in an unsettling cloak of obscurity.
Your heart pounded within your chest as the realization settled in—the lives of your crew hinged upon your quick thinking and resourcefulness. Yet, amidst the silence of the disaster, a creaking sound pierced the air. You yielded your place to a member of your crew to investigate the source of the noise.
As you strained your eyes to peer through the dense fog, a white boat with a sheep-shaped figurehead slowly materialized before you. Your gaze instinctively rose to the flag fluttering from its mast—a skull-headed emblem adorned with a distinctive straw hat—a flag of pirates.
"Hey there! It looks like you could use some help," a figure standing on the edge of the approaching vessel called out.
"Who are you?" you inquired, squinting in an attempt to discern the identity of the mysterious individual.
"I'm Monkey D. Luffy, the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates! The fog swallowed us up, and we stumbled upon your beleaguered vessel, which doesn't seem to be in the best shape," he cheerfully replied.
You and your crew exchanged glances, unsure of how to react to this unexpected turn of events.
With a cautious tone, you responded, "I appreciate your offer, Monkey D. Luffy, but we can't be too careful out here. We've just suffered a terrible collision, and our ship is badly damaged. How can we trust that your intentions are genuine?"
Luffy grinned widely, his boundless energy seemingly undeterred by your skepticism. "I get it; you're being cautious. That's a good trait to have out here. But you've got my word. We're not here to harm you. We're pirates, yeah, but we're not the bad guys!"
As he spoke, Luffy's crew members began to emerge from the fog, appearing on the deck of their ship one by one. Each of them had a distinct look and demeanor, but there was something about them that suggested they were not the typical ruthless pirates one might encounter.
One of Luffy's crewmates, a man with green hair added, "We're just passing through these waters, and we've had our fair share of adventures. We know what it's like to be in a tight spot. We're offering our help because it's the right thing to do."
You considered their words and looked at your own crew. They were still on edge, but the desperation of your situation was evident. Your ship was taking on water faster than you could bail it out, and the fog showed no signs of dissipating. It was a perilous situation, and you needed all the help you could get.
After a moment of deliberation, you turned back to Luffy and said, "Alright, we'll accept your offer of help. But know this, if there's any treachery or harm intended for my crew, we won't hesitate to defend ourselves."
Luffy's face lit up with excitement "Deal! You won't regret it! We'll get your ship fixed up in no time!"
A wooden plank was placed between the two boats, allowing you and your crew to board the white vessel. Luffy spoke with enthusiasm, "Welcome to the Going Merry," offering his hand for you to shake.
You looked around at his small crew, taking note of each member. However, you didn't shake Luffy's hand just yet. Instead, your gaze settled on his comrades. Luffy followed your gaze and introduced them, "This is Roronoa Zoro," pointing to the green-haired guy who had spoken earlier, "This is Nami, Usopp, and Sanji," revealing the rest of his crew whom you hadn't seen yet.
"I hope you're hungry," the blond-haired Sanji said with a smile, "I've prepared a meal fit for thousands."
As your crew members cautiously stepped onto the Going Merry, they exchanged wary glances, still unsure about this unexpected alliance. But the warm smiles and genuine hospitality displayed by Luffy's crew began to put them at ease, albeit slowly.
You finally shook Luffy's hand, sealing the agreement. "Thank you for coming to our aid, Monkey D. Luffy. We appreciate your help, and we'll do our part to assist as well."
“You can call me Luffy” he smiled
"Thank you, Luffy," you replied with a nod. "I'm y/n, the captain of this crew. We're in your debt."
With introductions made and a mutual understanding established, the two crews set to work. Your crew members, alongside Luffy's crew, began assessing the extent of the damage to your ship, while Luffy himself seemed to be filled with boundless energy as he led the charge, making plans and offering assistance wherever needed.
As the day wore on and repairs were underway, you couldn't help but notice the camaraderie among the Straw Hat Pirates. They worked seamlessly together, each member contributing their unique skills to the task at hand. It was evident that they were a tight-knit crew, bound not just by their captain's leadership but by a genuine sense of friendship.
Nami, the crew's navigator, approached you as you oversaw the repairs. "You're lucky we happened upon you," she said with a sly grin. "The Grand Line can be unforgiving to those who sail it unprepared. But don't worry, with our help, you'll be back on your way in no time."
Usopp, the sharpshooter of the crew, chimed in, "And if you ever run into any trouble out here again, just give us a shout. We've got your back."
Sanji, the crew's cook, began preparing a feast for both crews to enjoy together. The aroma of his cooking filled the air, and your crew members couldn't help but be drawn to the delicious scent. It was a welcome respite from the earlier chaos and fear.
As evening fell, and the repairs to your ship neared completion, you gathered with Luffy and his crew around a makeshift table on the deck of the Going Merry. Plates of food were passed around, and laughter filled the air as stories were shared.
It felt so peaceful and normal—it wasn't often that you found yourself enjoying such casual conversation with strangers.
"So, where are you headed next?" Nami asked as she took a sip from her cup of sake.
You shrugged, briefly glancing at your crewmates before responding, "I haven't made up my mind just yet."
Luffy leaned back in his seat, his signature straw hat tilted low over his eyes. "You know, y/n, the Grand Line is full of adventures waiting to happen. We're always looking for new crewmates and allies. You and your crew seem like good people. Ever thought about joining us on the ultimate adventure?"
Your crew members exchanged surprised glances at Luffy's proposition. It was a tempting offer, to say the least. The idea of joining the Straw Hat Pirates and exploring the Grand Line with them was exhilarating, but you knew you couldn't make such a decision on a whim.
You chuckled, trying to defuse the sudden tension in the air. "Well, Luffy, that's a tempting offer, but we've got our own dreams and goals. Maybe our paths will cross again in the future."
Amid the ongoing dinner festivities, you couldn't help but become engrossed in the lively conversation with Nami. It was a refreshing change to find yourself in the company of another woman after what felt like an eternity. You shared an unspoken connection, a bond that went beyond words, stemming from the shared experience of being the sole females in your respective crews. It was as if you both understood the unique challenges and dynamics that came with that role.
Your discussions with Nami ranged from the practicalities of navigation and mapmaking to the more personal aspects of life at sea. You exchanged stories of your adventures, your dreams, and the occasional frustrations that came with your responsibilities. Nami's wisdom and wit resonated with you, and it was clear that you were kindred spirits in many ways.
However, despite your best efforts to focus solely on your conversation with Nami, you felt a steady gaze on the side of your face—Luffy's eyes never left you. He remained leaned back in his chair, contentedly eating and drinking, seemingly absorbed in your every word.
The dinner eventually came to an end, and the crew members of both vessels retreated to their respective quarters for some much-needed rest. You returned to your boat, grateful for the repairs and hospitality of the Straw Hat Pirates.
As you lay in your cabin, trying to find sleep amidst the creaking of the ship and the gentle rocking of the waves, you couldn't help but think about Luffy's offer. The allure of joining his crew and embarking on the ultimate adventure was tantalizing, but your responsibilities as a captain weighed heavily on your mind.
Unable to sleep, you decided to take a walk on the deck of your ship to clear your thoughts. The night was calm, the stars glittering above, and the moon casting a silvery glow over the water.
After your contemplative walk on the deck, you noticed a faint light coming from one of the rooms on Luffy's ship, the Going Merry.
Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to investigate. The door to the room was slightly ajar, and you could see a warm glow emanating from within.
As you entered the room, you were met with an unexpected sight. Luffy was sitting there,his face illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp atop his desk. His head was resting against the table as he continued to write something down on his notepad.
You cleared your throat, breaking the silence that had engulfed the room
Luffy looked up, his wide grin returning as he noticed your presence. "Hey there, y/n," he greeted, his tone friendly and inviting. "Couldn't sleep either, huh?"
You nodded, stepping further into the room. "Yeah, I wanted to thank you for everything you did today”
Luffy gestured for you to take a seat opposite him, and you obliged, settling into a chair. The room was cozy, filled with maps, navigational tools, and scattered notes that attested to the adventures this crew had undertaken.
"No need to thank me," Luffy said with a shrug. "Helping out is what we do. Besides, it's been fun having your crew around." He then dropped his voice into a whisper having a more serious tone “I appreciated having you around,  y/n."
As you stared into his eyes, you noticed  something in his expression that caught you off guard. His eyes… they were different. In a way, they were filled with longing and desire. 
"Luffy…" you muttered softly, unable to tear your gaze away from the intensity of his eyes. "What's going on? Why are you looking at me that way?"
Luffy sighed deeply getting up of his chair, he walked over to the small window in the room, gazing out at the starry night. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, as if contemplating how to put his feelings into words. Then, he turned back to face you, his usual carefree demeanor giving way to a more serious expression.
"Y/n," he began, "I don't know how to say this the right way, but I can't help how I feel. Ever since we met today, there's been something about you that's drawn me in. I've traveled to countless islands, faced dangerous foes, and encountered all sorts of people, but meeting you felt different. It's like... like I've found something I didn't even know I was searching for."
His confession left you breathless, your heart racing in your chest. This revelation took you by surprise, especially considering it came so soon after your initial meeting. 
You, too, stood up and approached him, "Luffy," you began, your voice soft but filled with warmth, "I can't deny that there's something special about you. But we both know we will never see each other again”
Luffy nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I know that, y/n. But I've always followed my heart, and my heart tells me that you're special. I don't want to let this opportunity slip away without trying." 
As he leaned closer, his eyes locked onto yours,  his hand reaching forward to cradle your cheek in his palm. Your breathing grew shallow, your pulse quickening, as he brought his lips closer to yours.
Before you knew it, his lips were gently pressing against yours, sending tingles throughout your entire body.  A feeling of euphoria overcame you, and your eyes widened as you realized that what you'd felt was real. The kiss lasted longer than you expected, and when you finally pulled back, your heart was pounding so hard inside your chest.
Luffy smiled brightly, "This was a first time for me, y'know?"  
A blush spread across your cheeks as you laughed lightly in response. "Well, then don't stop" you whispered.
He instently crashed his lips on yours again, this time angrier and hungrier. His hands wandered from your waist to your hips, pulling you impossibly close to him until you felt as if you were melting in his embrace. His kiss deepened,  his tongue dancing with yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
There's no need to hold back now, you told yourself. You felt his warm hands caressing your skin, making heat pool between your thighs.
Your hand instinctively reached to remove his hat, but he stopped you, his hand gently grasping your wrist. He paused to look into your eyes for a few heartbeats before releasing you and carefully placing his hat atop your head.
As Luffy's hat settled atop your head, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. It was a symbol of trust, a connection that transcended words, and a promise of something more. You gazed into Luffy's eyes  again, still flushed red with passion and arousal.
"Can I be honest with you?" you asked, your hands still resting on his shoulders.
Luffy hesitated for a second before giving a quick nod in return. "Of course", he replied.
You leaned in, brushing your lips against his again " You're a good kisser" you whispered against his lips. 
His lips curled into a slight smirk as he responded "Thanks".You closed your eyes as his lips trailed down to your jawline, leaving soft kisses along the way. His lips traced down your neck, slowly kissing your collarbone.  Your breathing increased, your mind becoming clouded with lust and desire. As your fingers ran through his hair, you felt him smile against your skin. Luffy's warm breath brushed against your ear as he spoke. "Do you want to have sex?" he asked.
His question surprised you, your mind taking a couple seconds to process the request. After all, this wasn't something you usually discussed with anyone. "Umm, I'm sorry. What?" you stuttered.
Luffy chuckled "Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with saying no if you don't want to."
You shook your head in disbelief. “It’s just…” you began, a frown forming on your face as you tried to gather your thoughts. “Are you sure? Do you really want to?” you asked quietly.
Luffy's smile grew wider as he leaned in, bringing his face closer to yours once again. “Yes, I'm sure.”
Your eyes darted to his lips, which were inches away from your own, hesitating for a moment before you moved forward. With your lips barely touching his, you whispered "Then yes..." 
Luffy grinned as he kissed you, his hands slid from your waist to behind your thighs, lifting you off the ground as your legs encircled around his waist. His mouth moved hungrily against yours as he got to his knees, the wood  creaking beneath his weight causing you to moan when you felt his hardness press against you through his pants. 
Your breath hitched in your throat when he began to move his hips slowly, eliciting a gasp from you as you pressed your pelvis against his crotch, feeling his erection harden in response. You moaned louder as you felt him grind his hips forward.
"You'll have to be quiet, everyone's asleep downstairs" Luffy whispered into your ear, moving one of his hands to cup your breast. 
The sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine, your body heating up as his hand moved to the hem of your shirt, removing it and throwing it to the side. You hurried to undo the buttons on his vest, letting it fall to the floor with yours. 
You slide off of him, your heart skipped a beat when he reached down and started unbuttoning his trousers,  pulling them off and tossing them aside. Your gaze drifted lower, noticing his bulge pushing against his black boxers. When you heard him groan, you glanced up at him, seeing his eyes darken in anticipation.
You took off your shorts and underwear, allowing them to fall to the ground next to his clothes. As you crawled towards him and lowered yourself onto his lap once again, he held you tightly, bringing you so close to him that you could feel his beating heart pulsating against your breasts.
"Oh God!" Luffy gasped, his teeth grinding together as he gripped you tighter, grinding you against him. You reached between your bodies, slipping your fingers into his boxer briefs, rubbing them lightly against his length. He let out a low grunt, his hips bucking upwards as you continued teasing his shaft with your touch.
You set him free from the cloth that separates you, and positioning his member against your entrance,  you pushed yourself slowly down onto him, feeling him tense as he entered you completely.
He grunted loudly, his hands clutching tightly onto your thighs as he thrust himself into you, the sensation of being filled filling you with joy. 
Luffy leaned forward, capturing your lips once again in another passionate kiss, his tongue tangling into your mouth. His hand traveled downwards, stopping above your clit as he slowly stroked it. As he did so, you moaned softly into his mouth, your whole body shaking.
"Fuck! Y/n," he gritted out.
"I thought you told me we had to be quiet" you teased, your voice breathy.
Luffy smirked as he rolled his eyes, shifting you slightly on top of him to allow you to continue to ride him.  Your hips thrust upward and downward, faster and faster until you reached an orgasm. Luffy placed his hand on your mouth as you rode your high, his face scrunched up in pure pleasure.
The moment passed, and you sat yourself up, looking down at him, "Sorry" you giggled. "I guess I kind of lost track of myself."
He snorted, "You mean lost track of my dick" he joked.
You laughed softly while playfully hitting his arm, "Yeah well, maybe I got carried away... or perhaps a little bit too excited."
Luffy shrugged, "Maybe a bit, but we're not going to talk about those kinds of things right now. We're both naked and horny, remember?"
"Mhmmm" you hummed as you grabbed him and laid on your back, pulling him atop of you . He gently took the hat off you and set it down somewhere to the left of where your discarded clothes lay.  He then proceeded to take control once again, pushing his cock deeper into you. Your breathing grew rapid, your eyes closed as you relished in the feeling.
Luffy began thrusting rapidly within you, his eyes staring deeply into yours. In response, you grasped onto  his back as your nails lightly dug into his skin.  Sweat dripped from your brow, and your legs quickly wrapped around his waist, pulling him ever further into you until there wasn't an inch of room between you two.
Luffy looked down at you as his thrusts slowed, watching as your chest rose and fell rapidly as you panted lightly.
 He gave you one last loving peck on the lips before returning his attention to his own actions. He pulled out slightly only to slam back in just as hard. Your back arched, causing you to moan loudly as he drove deeper into you. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing the delicate flesh as you cried out with ecstasy.
Luffy's movements became frenzied as his climax overtook him, he withdraws himself from you before his semen spilled onto your stomach. A gasped escaped your lips as you felt his seed drip onto you.
The two of you fell silent, your eyes locked on each other, your chests rising and falling as you caught your breaths.
"Fuck, I thought it was your first time" you said between heavy breathes as you took a nearby tissue to clean you off
Luffy smiled, laying  down beside you "It is" he said out of breath looking at you with lustful eyes.
You gave him a soft smile,  your fingers running through his messy locks as he closed his eyes and sighed in content. 
The night, filled with passion and tenderness, eventually yielded to the creeping light of dawn. Gently, you stirred from the warmth of Luffy's embrace, feeling a pang of bittersweet nostalgia as you reluctantly disentangled yourself.
With a sigh, you rose from the ground, limbs still tingling from the shared intimacy of the night before. The room held the faint fragrance of your encounter, a lingering reminder of the passion that had unfolded.
As you dressed and made yourself presentable, you couldn't help but steal glances at Luffy, who lay in peaceful slumber, his straw hat resting next to him.
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the small window, casting a gentle glow on the room.A sign that the time had come to part ways with the Straw Hat Pirates. Though the night had felt like a dream, reality beckoned, and your own ship awaited.
You bent down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, your heart heavy with unspoken emotions.
As you made your way towards the door, you turned back one last time, taking in the sight of the man who had turned your world upside down in just one night. With a whispered goodbye, you stepped out of the room, leaving behind the memories of an unforgettable encounter.
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A/N: Hope you liked it, idk if I should make it a short fic or not. Anyways, don’t hesitate to give other ideas, my requests are open :)
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Hi it's me again 😅
Is it okay if I request something very specific and angry cause I'm bad at writing fanfics.
Well if it's okay could you do a Ayato x Reader
«Where Reader is in an arrangement marriage with Ayato but despite this fact she somehow ended up falling in love with him. But for Ayato the Marriage was nothing other than a political stunt. So when you get a sickness you keep it a secret from him until Thoma had a enough tells Ayato but before Ayato could rescue you, you had already succumbed the illness. And lay on the floor in your own pool of blood. That was the day Ayato regretted he's life decisions the most. Had he just listened to he's heart instead of his brain, just maybe you would have told him»
Is this too much to ask?
Of course! I'm so sorry I'm so late with your request. Still hope that it's what you imagined it to be. Pairing: Ayato x Reader Content: female reader; arranged marriage; unhappy marriage; Hanahaki AU; blood; major character death; unhappy ending (if I forgot to mention something, please tell me and I'll add it!) Word count: 2,1k words Requested by: @smaika Hope you enjoy<3
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Catching your breath again, you stare down at the bloodied tissue in your hands, mind empty.
It's gotten even worse now. The petals, that were smeared with blood, were now also accompanied by a few thornes scattered here and there.
Now you knew where that scratchy and uncomfortable feeling in your throat came from, at least. It was those thornes, most likely.
With shaking hands, you grab the headboard of the bed, sitting down on the bed while you try to calm yourself down again. The coughing fit has gone by, but there was still blood dripping from your lips. At least you didn't stain the bed sheets, or it would probably have rosen suspicion from the housekeepers.
It has been a few weeks now since this whole thing has started. It began with just a general feeling of getting sick. Just some slight nausea and a sore throat, nothing to wrack your brain too hard about. But then the coughing started, and nothing, no medicine or whatever else you tried seemed to help against it.
And then the blood and flower petals came into the mix. When you coughed up the first red petal, you instantly realized what it was you were suffering through. Coincidentally, that was also the moment when Thoma walked in on you and figured it out, as well.
He had been worried sick about you, seeing as you didn't seem to get better at all. That day, he returned from the city with a new medicine he had planned on giving to you, but when he walked in and saw you, hunched over the sink in the bathroom, blood and bloodied petals in there, it didn't take him long to figure it out.
He was already halfway out the room, hellbent on telling the Master of the estate, and your husband. But you begged him not to, pleaded to him to keep it between the two of you.
Thoma did not understand your reasoning behind this request, but he saw the desperation behind your eyes, and he just couldn't bring himself to act against your wishes. Because no matter the professional relationship you two had, you were also friends. And he just couldn't betray a friend like that.
So he reluctantly agreed, promising you not to tell a word about this to Ayato. But that didn't mean that he wouldn't still go out and try to find a cure for you.
And here you were now, weak and sick, sitting on the bed you shared with your husband and contemplating how you got to this point in your life. But deep down, you already knew how this all came to be, and also, how this whole thing would end..
Your marriage with Ayato was by far not the happy fairytale you had always dreamed it would be. The arrangements of the marriage had been taken care of years prior, without any of you two having a say in it in the first place.
You did only get to meet Ayato a total of three times before you were married of to him. And despite all those facts, you couldn't bring yourself to mind it all that much. The Ayato you got to know over the course of those few meetings was a kind and gentle one, respectful of your wishes, although a bit too caught up in matters of work and politics.
It didn't take much for you to actually fall in love with him. A few nice words and compliments from him, a nice gesture there and you were head over heels for him. And then seeing how kindly he treated his staff and his sister only sealed the deal for you.
You couldn't wait to get married to him and recieving that same loving and respectful treatment from him as his wife, looking forward to the days that would be ahead of you, together with him by your side as your husband.
What you didn't expect however, was the complete turn he did one the marriage ceremony was dealt with.
Every time you tried to engage in conversation with him, trying to get to know your husband better, he would shut you down or just flat out ignore you. Every time you tried to touch him, even as innocent as laying a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, he would push you away from him.
You were attending social events with him, though he never held your hand and didn't bother to keep you around him. You slept in the same room together, in the same bed even, and he has never made a move on you even once this entire time.
Often times, he comes to bed long after you've already fallen asleep and is already awake again by the time you get up in the morning. At first you brushed it off as him being crowded with work, or even a bit shy about this new arrangement. However, since his behaviour towards you never changed, you couldn't help but begin to think that there was an actual intent behind it. Wether that was because he didn't like this marriage, or you specifically, you couldn't tell, because he wouldn't talk to you.
But you were certain that those events are what led you to your current situation at hand.
Hanahaki disease..
A disease stemming from unrequitted love towards another person. One that would kill the affected person if those feelings were not returned.
No one really knows how this disease came to be and there wasn't really much that could be done about it, either. Once affected with it, there were only really a few ways to handle this situation.
One. You could simply do nothing at all, but that would lead to your certain death.
Two. There were surgeries available, though these procedures are still very much experimental, and a huge side effect would be loosing any and all feelings towards the person that the affected one had feelings for in the first place.
Or three. You could tell Ayato about your predicament. But knowing him by now, he wouldn't care about it, which would only result in you nearing your end sooner.
You appreciated Thoma for going out there and trying to find some form of other cure, but you and him were both well aware that there wasn't any. He was reaching for solutions that just weren't there.
You had briefly considered the option of undergoing such an experimental surgery, but ultimately decided against it. It just didn't feel right to you, staying married to a man that you wouldn't feel anything for. No joy, happiness, sadness.. nothing. But, were you really ready to give your life for him...?
A moment later, your train of thoughts got interrupted by the opening door of your bedroom, a familiar blonde head poking through the opening. You looked at Thoma, who carefully entered the room and closed the door behind him, kneeling down in front of you.
He looked at the bloodied tissue in your hands, noticing the thornes mixed in there.
"It got worse..", were his quietly spoken words. You couldn't muster a respone, only a small, weak nod. Thoma then gently pulled the tissue from your graps, throwing it in the trash, before he returned to your side.
"I'll help you lay down. You need to rest, (Name)."
You just nodded again, not having the energy to argue with him right now. He helped you to lay down on the bed, a warm hand brushing over your forehead and almost immediately after that, you blacked out from pure exhaustion.
........
Thoma has had enough. He had no idea why you were so hellbent on not telling Ayato about your condition, but he couldn't take it anymore. Even if it meant breaking his promise to you, he could no longer just stand by and watch his friend wither away and die while he could do nothing about it.
If there was a chance that all this could be fixed, he just had to take the risk now. He's waited far too long already, the guilt eating away at him more and more with each passing day.
Quick, determined footsteps echoed from the halls as the blonde aimed for the office of the head master of the Yashiro commission, knowing that he usually locks himself in there the entire day to get his work done.
Out of pure politeness, Thoma still knocked, though he did not wait for an answer from his Lord this time around. Instead, he swiftly opened the door and entered the room, quickly closing the door behind him again as to not cause too much attention from the other staff.
Ayato, sitting at his table, hunched over many papers, did not even look up when the blonde went and stood right in front of the desk.
"Did something important come up, Thoma?", he asks, though the tone in his voice is void of any actual interest in his answer.
"Yes, my Lord. It's about (Name)."
At this, Ayato sighed heavily, dropping his pen and squinting his eyes, rubbing his temples like the topic brought him great pain.
"Look, I know what you want to say, but we've been over this. It was an arranged marriage that was mutually agreed upon by both our parents. Just because she's my wife does not mean-!"
"She's dying, Ayato!", Thoma interrupted him and that sentence quickly shut the Commissioner up. Would he not have been so shocked over the statement itself, he would have been shocked about the untypical rude behaviour displayed by Thoma right now.
"..What do you mean by that?", he asked instead after a few beats of pure silence, in which Ayato tried to comprehend what was just said to him.
"Exactly that. (Name) is dying if you don't get up and finally talk to them about everything. I know you like to tell yourself that you don't feel anything for her and that you're keeping her out of things, but you're just making it worse for her.
I.. I don't think she can make it much longer."
Ayato wanted to laugh. Surely, this was all just a cruel joke the both of you decided to play on him, maybe your newest strategie to get him to pay attention to you. But this is Thoma standing in front of him. He doesn't joke about this kind of stuff.
Realizing now how dire the situation must be, Ayato quickly got up and headed towards your shared bedroom, where Thoma told him you were resting at the moment. The sooner he got this all handled with, the better.
Soon after, he stood infront of the bedroom door, gently knocking on it. He didn't want to startle you in case you were still sleeping in there. When no response came, he gently slid the door open, only to freeze in shock because of the scene that played out in front of him.
There you were, laying on the floor, your body pale and almost lifeless, as a puddle of blood was next to your head, blood still dripping from your lips.
"(Name)!" Without even realizing what he was doing at first, Ayato rushed right over to your side, turning you to your back. When you didn't show any reaction however, he began shouting for help while tears began to form in his eyes..
This couldn't be happening..
Not like this...
He didn't even notice when Thoma and a bunch of other people, who had also heard his desperate shouting, entered the room. They were gathering around you, Thoma frantically dropping down and searching for a pulse from you.
And Ayato knew..
He knew that you were gone, even before he saw that sad look in Thoma's eyes and the slow, little, almost unnoticable shake of his head.
But... this had to have been just a dream, right? A nightmare, that he's going to wake up from soon.
Surely, this wasn't really happening... he couldn't just have lost you like this..
He thought he was doing the right thing by keeping you at a distance, keeping you out of the dangers that dealing with certain people does involve. He didn't want for you to corrupt like him, to stay your pure and unapologetically kind self.
To know now that this was the wrong decision, that he basically killed you himself...
He should have just induldged you, talked to you, treating you like he should have, like you really were his wife..
Maybe then all of this wouldn't have happened..
Maybe then, you'd still be alive right now...
But now it's too late. And all he could do right now, is to hold you in his arms, right here with Thoma, and mourn the way things went...
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whorexis · 5 months
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alright so basicallyyyyyy 3 words. hobie. angry. sex. ight so. you were high asf at a little college party and started to flirt with this random guy blah blah blah. hobie found out and he was PISSED. u guys had a heated argument and it ended up into him having u on all 4's and fucking him like his life depended on it🤗🤗
short a/n: hi guys! I'm actually alive :3 sorry for the lack of posts, recently my phone stopped working because apparently there was water in it. Then it somehow broke in pieces and I managed to put some pieces together but eventually ended up tapering it close. I also got hit by a bus but here's the smut!
Kinktober-day 23
High
Hobie Brown x gn!afab!reader
Warning/s: smut, angry sex, possessive!hobie, p in v, creampie, high sex but r eventually sobers up quickly, slight fingering
Hobie was never a controlling person. He could never imagine himself being extremely possessive over something — over someone. But things always tend to change and secrets are there to be revealed.
So when he saw you in the crowd of the party with a random guy whispering something in your ear, he couldn't stop himself from stomping over to you and roughly gripping your wrist, immediately pulling you away from the guy. "Ow!.. what the fuck!" Your words were slurred and he immediately knew you were high.
Well shit. He said no word as he dragged you to his flat, slamming the door shut and bringing you into his room.
"I told you not to fuckin' smoke! Are ya deaf or somethin'?!"
"Shut the fuck up, you're making my head spin!"
"Yeah? Ya know how bloody pretty you are and you know these men crawl all over you and you're not even tryin' to stop them! You're drivin' me mad!" You couldn't deny the fact that his words made your heart swell and your thighs shake.
"Fuck off hobie, I don't need a fucking babysitter and we're not even a thing! God, why are you so.."
He raised an eyebrow, daring you to continue. "So what?"
"So possessive!"
And thats what had him pinning you against the wall with a tight grip on your waist.
"Dont even try to act like ya don't enjoy it, slut. 'Nd y'know damn well you've got a shit ton of me inside o' you, d'ya think I wanna share you afta somethin' like 'at?"
And right after that sentence, you let out the sound you were trying to hold in so desperately. A quiet moan. Of course, this did not get unnoticed by hobie. "Yeah, you enjoy tha' don't you? Bet ya were jus' whorin' yourself out so I can fuck ya raw, huh?"
And no second later you were pushed into the bed on all fours, panties and clothes all thrown off with your arousal embarassingly dripping down your thighs. Hobie wasted no time getting to work as he plugged two of his fingers into your wet hole. You moaned loudly but the feeling didn't last long. He had his pants pulled down just so much till his dick was showing out. His tip went over your hole and without a warning he slammed into you. He was rough. He was very rough.
Your tears were already dripping into the sheets just like the precum hobie so desperately tried to keep inside of you, but everytime he stretched your walls out, his dick came out all wet and covered in whoevers juice. You couldn't get your voice to speak up, you felt like you had no control over your body anymore. His hips snapped into you, his grunts were loud and the sound of your squelching juice was embarassingly loud.
But soon things got too much. You had noticed how he fucked you fast and deep, but he hadn't even made an attempt to try and find your g-spot. He was just searching for his own orgasm as you clenched around him. Hobie could hear your once pleasureable sounding moans fading into whines of frustration.
"Wha'? Tha's what you wanted, innit? Cunt's so fuckin' good, swallowing me jus' like it should be. 'M gonna fuck you so good luv, jus' like you wanted me to,.. 'm gonna- fuck— .. gonna make you mine, stretch you out so bad tha' no one else can eva use you"
Your thighs started to quiver at his words, but you wanted more. You wanted to cum, too. You wanted him to just reach that spongy spot, the spot he knew all too well, but he didn't. Your sobs became louder as your body shook and you could feel his pace quickening if that was even possible. He was animalisticly fast pounding into you but he kept his limits to only making himself climax. He wanted to hear your begs and apologies first before he gave in and let you feel your release too.
"Cat gotcha tongue? 'F want somethin' ask fo' it like I trained you to, or have you forgotten? Did ya hook up with so many otha's tha' you can't even remember my words? Wha' a shame, luv." He knew you didn't fuck anyone else, he knew you too well— you weren't that type of a person anyway, but a punishment was a punishment. Or maybe he was just jealous. But in any other way he still wanted to hear you beg.
"P-please.."
"Tsk, ya can do more wit' tha' big mouth o' yours."
"Please! hobes 'm sorry! 'M sorry please baby— please let me cum!"
And that was all it took for him to absolutely ruin your cunt. He finally started thrusting up to that g-spot, his tip kissing your cervix and making you shudder. Desperate whines of apologies left your mouth, the guilt of what you had done slowly rising inside of you.
"Im sorry Im sor.. sorry I- Im— h-hobie please!—"
He grunted out loudly as he reached his high, absolutely filling your hole with his white liquid like he had done many times before that.
"Y'dont fuckin' deserve to cum, y'know tha' right?" He rasped as he continued his thrusts, his cum leaking out of your hole. You couldn't do much than to helplessly nod, but you knew hobie wanted more than that. "-M k..know. p-please hobie, 'm almost there"
And before you even knew it he had you on cloud 9, making you cum all over his dick as he pulled out to not overstimulate you too much. He looked at your fucked out pussy, only to find it dripping with his cum. His fingers came up to your hole as he pushed the juice back inside of you. "If someone eva tries to lie their hands on ya, all they'll eva fuckin' find is me inside o' you. This cunt is mine. don't think I'm dumb, I know y're into this"
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broshot · 9 months
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Ooo can you also do Nanami and Sukuna for the near death reader? Loved the ones for Megumi and Gojo!
a/n: hello!! of course I can do that♡ thank you for the request! I'm just a hater when it comes to sukuna so I'll be making him the most ooc there is! (I've never really written stuff for these two so I hope they're not too bad) also I'm so so so sorry for writing this so late, I've had a big writing block recently so this isn't my best writing but I just needed to post this for you all
here's the one with megumi and gojo!
cw/tw: gn!reader, hurt w comfort (angst to fluff), hurt reader, mentions of death + blood, confession in sukuna's part, probs a bit (or very) ooc,
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nanami kento
he wasn't a person who talked about his feelings, and he definitely didn't show them. he was polite and professional, not so polite when he was fighting but that didn't matter. he always had the same blank and bored expression on his face, sometimes it turned into annoyed and angry but he never smiled or looked sad.
until he met you. he fell in love with you instantly, though he tried to convince himself that he definitely wasn't in love. he wanted to share his life with you, both his good and bad days.
you made him smile and laugh, you made him happy. he swears the day he confessed to you was his luckiest and happiest day and he never ever wanted to lose you. he swore he would protect you.
but his promise didn't seem very true anymore. you were sitting against a wall with your head in an uncomfortable position. he rushed over to you and tried to wake you up as you seemed to just be unconscious, probably fainted and nothing worse.
"can you hear me, sweetheart?" he asked, softly lifting your chin up. that's when he noticed the deep cut on your neck. it was bleeding a lot, how did he not notice all the blood before?
"wake up," he said, feeling the panic rush up faster and faster. you need to stay calm, he thought to himself but it wasn't really working.
his hands seemed to work on their own as he softly pressed a piece of cloth onto your wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
"what's up? I'm in a tight spot right now." he heard gojo's unusually serious voice on the other side of the phone. when had he called gojo?
"uh, I need help. (name)'s bleeding a lot. could you send someone over?" he couldn't recognize his own voice, it sounded distant and a bit too high to be his.
"I'll be over in a second," was all he heard gojo say before a familiar frame arrived right next to him.
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you opened your eyes and quickly tried to get up. the fight was all you had in mind, you couldn't waste even a second, you had to be there.
but you were stopped by a huge wave of pain all over your body. your head was hurting and so was your neck, and you were suddenly aware of how sore all of your muscles were. you were laying in a bed, probably in a hospital somewhere. before you could even think about what happened yesterday that got you in this position, you noticed nanami sleeping on the chair next to you.
"honey?" you whispered and to your surprise, he immediately wake up.
"sweetheart. you're alive." he breathed out before rushing over to you. he pulled you close to his chest, softly wrapping his arms around your body.
"yeah, I was-" you started but a sound stopped your words. you heard a quiet sob from him. he was crying.
"I thought I lost you," he sobbed, his voice wobbly and weak.
you didn't say anything. you just hugged him back.
"I don't ever want to lose you, love, never," he continued. "if you die I'll never love anyone again. please don't leave me like that."
"I'll do my best to stay alive for you," you whispered. "I love you.
"I love you too. I'll make sure you're protected next time."
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sukuna
the king of curses shouldn't fear anything, right?
so why was he shaking from fear right now?
"I'm not scared, I'm just angry," he repeated for the nth time in his head. he could never be scared, really. but still, being scared was the only thing that felt acceptable for him right now. he was scared he'd lose you, the love of his life, all because he wasn't careful.
he had been practicing to control his cursed energy in different ways and had accidentally hit you with a huge energy boost. it didn't fully hit you, but it made a deep cut on the right side of your neck. and you were bleeding. you were bleeding a lot.
he stood next to you as you laid on the ground. he couldn't fully process what was happening, but soon enough his knees gave up and he fell down next to you.
curses are able to cry.
he had never cried before this, he never had any reasons to cry before this. but he was fully sobbing while looking down at your body. he could almost see the life bleeding out of you and he couldn't do anything about it.
then he remembered a thing or two.
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you felt a stinging pain on your neck as you woke up. you groaned and tried to sit up, but you were quickly stopped by a pair of hands.
"sukuna?"
"(name), you're alive," you heard him say.
"yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you asked. he stayed quiet. "sukuna.. what happened?"
he sighed before explaining the situation fully. "I'm really sorry for that, I swear I didn't try to hit you and I didn't do it on purpose, I feel really bad about it and to think that I almost killed the only person I truly love, I'm such a disappointment," he rambled.
you were speechless. the fact that he almost killed you was shocking enough but on top of that he also loved you.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what took over me. I was just.. thinking out loud and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-" he kept rambling but you cut him off by placing your hand on his cheek. he looked up at you, clearly surprised by your action.
"relax, you didn't make me uncomfortable. and I forgive you for, you know, almost killing me. and I love you too."
"wait what? you.. do you really?" he asked, clearly not believing his ears.
"more than anything."
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this is WAY worse than the last one omg I'm so sorry AAAAAAAA anyways, recommend characters you want me to do this with (if you want to see more characters w this prompt)
you can also recommend other stuff for me to write! :D
masterlist is on my profile but I haven't updated it in a while
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yanderehsr · 5 months
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Hope you have a wonderful day and remember to take breaks every now and then! 😴
Unto the request, can I please request yandere high cloud quintet (Jingliu, Jing Yuan,Blade and Imbibitor Lunae) finding out that Baiheng had a descendant before she perished, that descended being the reader who bears a striking resemblance to her. I can just see the 4 of them being obsessed and overprotective of the reader.
-I just recently watched the cutscene for Jingliu’s companion quest and its so top tier
3 hours is plenty of sleep, sometimes I even get 4🥴
And I knoooow, that cutscene was truly top tier😆
Hope you'll enjoy😁
Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping
Jingliu: Baiheng was her biggest regret, and now that she sees you who not only is her descendant but also look just like her, how could she help herself but to feel protective against you, and not only that but to possess you as well.
Jingliu's Mara-Struck mind makes her even more possessive over you, she can't help but fall into instincts around you even with her high resistance against the mara. She knows it's wrong, horrible of her even, but she has to admit, you look so pretty when you cry for her.
"Don't move, don't make me repeat myself... Baiheng would be disgusted with what I'm doing to you, but I can't find myself to care right now, you're mine and you will need to accept this"
Jing Yuan: He knows about you, he always had known about you as well, you are his secret, something he wouldn't even share with the rest of High-Cloud Quintet, you look so much like Baiheng that it's ridiculous. He has known you for so long that he doesn't even see Baiheng when he looks at you, he instead thinks Baiheng looks like you instead.
Jing Yuan hides you away from the world, what happened to Baiheng will not happen to you as well, you are locked away at his home, he treats you like you're above him, probably due to his guilt about Baiheng, he will guard you, you are safe with him and nothing will ever befall you, least of all death.
"It's almost uncanny how much you look like her... *sigh* Anyways, what do you want for dinner today, I'm cooking"
Blade: He doesn't see you as a descendant, no he thinks you are Baiheng, nothing can convince him otherwise. He never adresses you by your name, he always calls you Baiheng cus that's who you are, he thinks you have just lost your memories but that's okay, he will always be around to remind you of who you are.
Blade calls you that so many times that you may believe him yourself, I mean how can you know about what you have forgotten, and reincarnation is a thing that happens so maybe you really are Baiheng. Blade doesn't care what you think you are, all that is important is that Baiheng is back and you are all his.
"I am so sorry Baiheng for the past... but you are here now... yo-you make me feel whole and alive again, never leave my side ever again, okay"
Imbibitor Lunae: When Dan Heng is like this he starts to remember his past life a bit more clearly but there is one thing he can remember a bit clearer then others, he can remember Baiheng's face, and in turn he recognizes your face as soon as he sees you. Imbibitor Lunae knows that this isn't Baiheng but he still went to talk with you, you looked just like her, he couldn't help himself.
Imbibitor Lunae finds you to be a joy to talk to, not only that but he finds you beautiful as well, a look he has only caught in his dreams now stood before him, he can't help but fall, and he falls deep and hard... he wonders if he can convince you to join the express, otherwise he might need to use... unpleasant ways to get you onboard.
"You look heavenly, like a deity... isn't the view from the express lovely, I hope you'll get used to it, you will be seeing it a lot in the future"
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tojivu · 3 months
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nightmares ⋆ nanami kento
an. my finals start in june i'm gonna explode yall
cw. sfw. gn!reader. kento has nightmares and he needs you
playing. oh my god by fog lake.
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nanami's been getting more sleep ever since he left jujutsu tech and that shitty nine to five he used to slave at every damn day — along with the fact that he's able to spend more time with you. he likes to say that it helps him sleep, having you within arms reach (something that was extremely rare in the past, considering he had no time to rest).
kento thinks you resemble closely to a human sized pillow, and he often treats you as such. his arms are wrapped around your frame, one of his legs laying on top of yours — his chest rises and falls slowly, small snores leaving his lips — and you're thankful, very thankful; nanami was never able to sleep this soundly when you two lived in tokyo.
you try your best to push his heavy weighted figure away: you groan and complain that he's too big to be sharing this bed with you and that he should be sleeping on the floor instead. yet, you welcome him with open arms every night — pressing kisses to his forehead and running your fingers through his blonde hair.
you'd rather clingy and sleepy nanami who uses you as a personal bolster pillow in the night than sleepless nanami who locks himself away in his office, or exhausted nanami who drags his feet through the entrance of your home with bloodied limbs. it broke your heart more times than you could really count, seeing kento that way.
nanami kento saw his life flash before his eyes in shibuya, and all he could really pray for was to make it out alive so he could see you one last time — even if it were just for a few minutes. he clung desperately onto the last bit of energy and will he had in hopes of making it out alive; even if he was mutilated to a point beyond recognition, he needed to be with you. that was the only way he could let himself go — he would crawl back to your home if it meant he could kiss you one last time.
he never told you how long he'd be gone, or if he'd even come back at all: so you waited anxiously, refreshing news pages and watching the television every night for some sort of good. any sort of indication kento was okay.
he doesn't return home. you only see him when you rush down to the hospital they take him to — barely conscious, holding on to hope he didn't know he still had. nanami regains his full consciousness in the weeks following, the first thing he says being that he's done.
yes, nanami didn't want to risk it. never again.
it's 2 in the morning and you're unable to sleep, nanami's groans and sudden flinches are keeping you up.
"ken?"
the expression on his face is horrific — you feel the guilt wash over you like a wave, high and then crashing; so your fingers find his arms and you try your very best to shake the man awake.
your husband wakes up with a whimper; tired eyes almost brimming with tears at the fact that he is awake and you are real. his mouth is sealed, unable to utter a word, but the way his lips tremble tells you everything he cannot say.
"are you—"
soon, calloused fingers are gripping the flesh of your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. a nightmare, you can already tell: his hands feel clammy and his breathing is laboured.
"ken," you whisper. "'s okay. i'm here."
he sucks air through his teeth, trying to catch his breath. his body shudders at your touch as you graze over his skin — tracing circles on his bare back, your lips on his forehead. kento feels like he's about to cry, but he's not sure from what: at the fact that he had the worst dream of his life, or the fact that he's not dead and you're still here.
"'m s-sorry," he mutters. his voice is strained, still that deep and low tone that you're familiar with — but your heart still breaks as he apologises. "i'm sorry for waking you."
"don't be sorry," you comb your fingers through his hair using your free hand. "you know i don't mind it."
he sniffles and you yearn to hold him even tighter, but you think he would suffer broken ribs if you went through with that; so you settle for his head on your chest and your arms wrapped around his back.
"love you," nanami mumbles, voice getting softer and his grip looser — he feels his heart calm and his mind empty when you touch and hold him just like this. "i love you so much."
nanami wanted to be your protector. he hoped he would be for the remainder of his life — he likes to think he's doing a decent job at it now — but sometimes, it feels as though you are his; you fit awfully well to the title.
he supposes that's why he sleeps longer with you in the same bed as him; it's a peaceful thing knowing you're next to him if he has another bad dream, or if he feels cold and needs your warmth — or if he just wants to lay with you.
"i love you more, ken," you lulled, the tips of your fingernails scratching the skin of his trapezius; he recognises the heart shapes you trace on him. "get some rest."
"okay," he hums, his nose poking at your collarbones — his lips slowly leaving trails of kisses along them. "goodnight, darling."
your lips curl into a smile almost instinctively and you think it's embarassing, but it's much too dark for kento to see you blush at the name he calls you. you're thankful.
"goodnight, baby."
he's thankful that it's close to pitch dark, as well — kento thinks you can't see the smile he has on his face — but what he doesn't realise that you can feel him on your skin; feel the way his cheeks puff and his lips form the small smile you are so familiar with.
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090124 — happy new years Tartaglieo fandom my gcse's are upcoming.
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luveline · 2 years
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Eddie just wants to cuddle y/n and roan just keeps pushing him away from her
what's better than one munson being obsessed with you? two!!! dad!eddie x fem!reader
Time moves too quickly when you're together. The sun drops to the horizon with the brevity of an egg falling from its freshly cracked shell, the yolk of it disappearing past the trees and leaving Eddie's trailer in relative darkness.
The TV fights to illuminate the room. Colours flash over your naked arms and legs, stretches of skin that demand his attention.
Eddie let's his arm weigh heavily where it's wrapped around the tops of your shoulders, encouraging you to his chest with little subtlety.
You pry your eyes from the movie to smile at him softly. "It got dark really fast," you say, shuffling so your thigh is completely in line with his.
His voice gives away his fatigue, rough and husky. "I was just thinking that. You're staying, right?"
"These are basically pajamas." You drop your cheek against his collar, eye level with his single chain necklace. You watch his Adam's apple move as he talks.
"You gotta start leaving things here."
With purpose, you stretch an arm over his tummy, hand feeling down the slope of his waist. You take your time, fingertips soaking in his simplest details with stunning dedication.
"I will," you say.
Easy as that. Eddie kisses the top of your head and returns his gaze to the TV, catching the tail end of a high speed car chase. He can't have been watching for ten — peaceful, blissful — minutes when Roan marches up to the couch and stops in front of you both, looking fierce.
Stony-eyed, she glares at Eddie with all her might. He's not surprised to see her, but her glaring certainly throws him for a loop.
"What?" he asks, laughing in surprise.
He hasn't an inkling of what's wrong. She's had her dinner and an abundance of snacks he definitely shouldn't have given her, so she can't be hangry. She looks hangry.
Roan harrumphs.
"What's the matter?" you ask her gently.
Your concern is genuine; you hate seeing her upset. Really, you spoil her. He guesses that's your job as her not quite step-mom. Step-mom adjacent. He likes you for it more and more.
"I want hugs," she says, quiet but extremely serious.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry," you say. "I've monopolised your daddy all night. Would you share him with me?"
Eddie flicks his wrist forward to check the time. "Maybe I should come and tuck you in," he says.
Roan ignores him entirely and climbs into the dip between your thigh and his. Eddie misses your arm around his waist, your knee pulled up and almost over your thigh. And though he loves Roan to pieces, really, she slams her head into his jaw and complains loudly at the lack of space and he wishes for just one night alone with you. Just the one. One evening to rub your back and show you how much he cares about you without his mini me stealing your attentions (and affections).
He feels along his jaw and takes a deep breath. Accidents happen. They also really hurt.
He meets your eyes. You've that funny smile on your face.
"What?" he asks.
"Lift your head a bit?"
He lifts his head. You move in and kiss his aching jaw.
Roan's hair tickles his arm as she slides backward and edges the two of you apart with her pointy elbows with a petulant, "Mm!"
"Sorry," you say, springing apart from him. "God, I'm sorry, Roan. You'll forgive me?"
Roan gives her apparent forgiveness with what seems to be a very sombre mood. She wriggles and moans and sighs like she can't get comfy where she's sitting and eventually quietens and starts to slouch. Eddie gives your upper arm a great squeeze and lets his head fall on top of yours. It's not comfortable, but he wants the closeness.
When Roan seems well enough asleep he eases her with an expert touch into his lap so you can come closer again, sneaking a kiss in just because he wants to. You smile under his hand. He rubs your cheek with his thumb and tries to show on his face what he's thinking, though if the eyes alone have learned how to show devotion is anyone's guess.
Roan rouses and screams like she's seen a ghost.
You spring apart like children caught in the pantry. You with a sorry pout, and Eddie with a lot to say.
"Roan, why are you being so mean? You know to be nicer. To share," he says firmly.
"Share you?" you ask with a cheeky smile.
Roan has other ideas. She stands in his lap and almost tramples his goods as she basically leaps into your arms. He shouldn't be surprised, she's made it clear time and time again that should she have the option, jealousy steers her into your lap rather than his. It stings a little — okay, a lot — but he couldn't blame her for her turn of favour if he wanted to.
"Get off," she says.
Eddie raises his hands in defeat. "Charming. Here I thought she was jealous of me. How could I have thought such a thing."
"I- Roan, you're not making all this fuss about me?" you ask incredulously.
"Want hugs," is all she says, burying her face in your neck.
"You always want hugs," Eddie says, rolling his eyes.
"Shut up!" you say to him. You apologise quickly, arms around her small back, "Sorry. I'm sorry, but if she wants them from me-"
"I want them from you! Have you considered that? Maybe I want a hug. Why does she get all the love?"
He swears Roan gives him a smug look when she raises her head. Eddie pretends to collapse backward and away from you both, tongue poking between his lips in faux death. It takes an insulting amount of time for Roan to investigate, and when she does she only pinches his cheek to make sure he's still alive before retreating back into your arms.
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more eddie and roan
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lilsluttyy · 6 months
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how about geto or gojo (which ever one you wanna do or both 😏) cheat on the male reader with an girl and its like really angsty and sad
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✪ cheater Gojo X male reader
✪ warning: angst , cheating , hurt no comfort
✪ ??? Au
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" Why me "
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Lately you've felt as if you and your boyfriend were drifting away , Gojo always finds away to ditch you on your dates and whenever you two had the chance to hangout together he always says ' sorry babe my friend needs me with them right now ' it's always that excuse.
Everytime you asked him about his ' friend ' he wouldn't even share a single info to you.
You and Gojo's anniversary was around the corner while you were busy looking for the perfect gift he was out there having fun , how you wish you weren't blinded by love. Each time Gojo made an excuse you forgave him , even Getou and Shoko was concerned but you kept brushing it off like it was nothing. If he had fallen out of love why couldn't he just let me know and let me move on.
Why is he letting me suffer.
" you're overreacting babe I would never fall out of love with you " Gojo would always say that to your face with a bright and confident smile. ' how I wish that the words you say were true ' you could only smile and nod , at first you thought it was the paranoia getting into your head but the evidence was just Infront of you. The text from a certain girl who you never knew nor met , but you didn't question ' he's quite famous so I don't blame him for having people's numbers '
How you wish you weren't so forgiving.
" Gojo..where have you been..? " you stared at him with no emotions swimming in your eyes , he chuckled slightly " sorry babe my friend needed my help " the excuse was nothing new " what's with the decorations did you celebrate a friend's birthday? " you felt your heart breaking. All this time you've been enduring all this pain , you ignored how obvious it was that Gojo was cheating on you yet you stayed.
All because you ' loved ' him.
-
Time around you felt like it stopped when you see him kissing another girl , ' no wonder he isn't picking up my calls...' the gift you were holding for your anniversary now meant nothing.
You looked away , your heart completely shattered.
-
You sat on the couch waiting for him to arrive, your bags and suit cases packed. The only things you wanted to leave behind was all of Gojo's gift from the early days when you two were dating and in love. Now was different , you stared at the door waiting for Gojo to walk in.
Time passed and he still wasn't here , you sighed to yourself before dialing a certain someone to pick you up " Suguru do you mind coming over..." after putting down the phone you picked up your bags and placed it infront of the door , you looked back and the lost memories of you and Gojo still wonders around. You of course didn't forget to write a small note for him if he does come back , a knock on the door pulled you out of your deep thoughts.
" (m/n).."
You smiled as you opened the door and Suguru was standing there , " I'm sorry I wasn't there for you earlier..." Suguru's eyes was filled with pity and regret.
" don't apologise Suguru..it's not your fault " you softly said as you picked up your bags and walked out the door , Suguru quickly offered to help carry your bags which you accepted. The second you walked out of that door , you felt this wave of relief. As much as you loved Gojo he wasn't able to return the feeling anymore , the weight in your heart felt as if it was lifted. You took a deep breath when you walked out the apartment and headed to Suguru's car , you stopped your tracks and looked back to the tall building.
Suguru placed your bags carefully in his car and looked over to your figure.
" (m/n) are you ready "
" yeah I'm ready to let go..."
-
Gojo walked into his apartment after spending the night with his side piece , hickeys littering around his neck and his scent smelled like cheap perfume. He looked around and realised something's weren't there such as (m/n)'s things that he'd put on the shelves.
" (m/n) baby where are you? " Gojo called out but to his surprise (m/n) didn't answer , usually whenever he called (m/n) out he would welcome him with kisses.
As he made his way into the house Gojo sees a small note that was decorated by (m/n)'s handwriting.
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Dear Gojo,
If you are reading this i hope you realise that my things are gone. I also left the gifts you left me in your room , I'm not leaving because I fell out of love.
It's because of you Gojo.
I really did thought we were meant to be , but it seems like I was just your plaything. If you had told me you've fallen out of love I would have let you go , but you decided to make me suffer and I was to in love with you to even acknowledge the fact you were cheating.
But I had enough I thought if I brushed it off , it would hurt me less but no it hurt me even worse than before. The way you forgotten everything about ' us ' hurts me , I wish you the best with you new relationship and don't ever try and find me. You probably won't anyways.
Your used to be beloved ,
(m/n)
-
The paper dropped to the ground at tears had soaked it up.
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Ja jang I got to bummed out at the end
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Breakout - Round Two
Pairing: Boxer!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Joel both find yourselves thinking things you shouldn't.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)
SeriesContent: Alternate Universe - No Outbreak, Explicit Smut, Age Gap, Secret Relationship, Workplace Shenanigans, Jealous/Asshole Boyfriend/Ex, Risk of Getting Caught, Fighting (Obv), Teacher/Student Dynamic, Best Friend's Dad
Word Count: 7K
A/N: Round two! Here we go! Thank you for all the love on the first part of this series! Yes, I'm saying series now. No one @ me. Thank you also to @frannyzooey for being my wife and to @djarinsbeskar, @astroboots, and @write-and-buried for all their encouragement.
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You’re fumbling for the keys in your purse as soon as you make it to the sidewalk, fresh tears racing down your cheeks as you feel every possible combination of embarrassed and heartbroken.
“Fucking asshole,” you swear, playing the conversation over and over again in your head. 
Can we argue about it later? As if I haven’t already waited long enough?
You ask yourself that again and again as you stand rooted to the concrete, torn between getting in your car to go and going right back inside so you can really have it out. All the words you should have said burning and then dying out while still on your tongue as you turn to the sound of the door opening behind you.
“Sorry,” you say reflexively when you see a young woman step out onto the sidewalk, painfully aware that Tyler is not the one you’re disappointed not to see standing there. “Sorry, I thought you were…”
“It’s okay,” she tells you, then frowns. “Well, actually, I wanted to check if you were okay.”
“Oh. That?” You try for casual even while shifting awkwardly, your face heating as you look away and wave a hand towards the gym. “It’s fine.”
It’s not, you hear Joel say again. And you know that he’s right. You have to stop pretending like it is. 
You have to stop pretending.
When you glance back in the other girl’s direction, her expression is all empathy, understanding eyes and a compassionate smile that feels completely genuine and also… familiar. 
“There’s a diner on the corner down there,” she tells you, pointing in the direction of the sign. “Would you maybe want to go get a coffee?” 
“Coffee?” You look back and forth between her and the diner, trying to figure out how pitiful you must look for a complete stranger to try to offer you caffeine. “Look, I promise I’m really okay.”
“I believe you,” she reassures, holding up her hands. “Offer still stands though. I’m Sarah by the way.”
“Sarah,” you repeat before telling her your own name, wondering again as you shake her hand if maybe you have seen her around before and just don’t remember. “Well, I could, um, maybe…”
You pull your phone out of your purse, hands still slightly unsteady as you check how many hours you have before your evening shift at the restaurant. As well as the fact that you have no new messages. 
“Actually,” you say, letting out a deep breath and trying for a smile. “I think a cup of coffee would be good.”
As it happens, the cup of coffee is good, great even for the company that comes with it. 
Until you had met Sarah, you hadn’t realized how lonely you were. How much you might have needed a friend, someone to talk to until your voice ran dry and to make you laugh until your sides hurt. To make you feel like… you again.
Even though there are a few years between you, it’s quickly apparent that you and Sarah have plenty in common. Matching taste in books, movies, and even a shared enthusiasm for thrifting, a subject that you spend at least an hour on as you exchange stories of the best things you’ve ever found, the pieces you’d still love to see turn up, and favorite flea markets and antique stores around Austin.
“There’s a monthly market downtown that usually has some nice stuff. We should go next weekend,” Sarah offers after more than two hours of easy conversation have passed, and you’re thrilled by the idea that maybe she has become as quickly fond of you as you have of her. 
“I can borrow my dad’s truck in case we find anything really good,” she adds, leaning back and draping her arm over the back of the booth. “He won’t mind.”
“Really?” you ask, hesitating as you try to picture having a parent that would so freely hand over one of their more valuable possessions. “I’ve gotten pretty good at cramming things into my car if that’s easier.”
Sarah waves you off before leaning forward again, pouring an obscene amount of sugar into her fresh cup of coffee, and taking another bite of the pecan pie you had agreed to split. You jot away a mental note for later that your new friend seems to have a definite sweet tooth.
“Nah, he really won’t care. He’ll be at the gym most of the day anyway, since they’re hosting a fight that night.”
Your own cup of black coffee is halfway to your mouth, but pauses in midair as you study her warm brown eyes and half smile, just why she might seem so familiar starting to click.
“Is your dad…” you start, already knowing the answer. “Is your dad a boxer?”
Sarah’s brow arches, evidently confused by the question, though that particular expression is all the confirmation you need. 
“Joel. Your dad is Joel Miller?” you say, suddenly feeling as if you’ve done something wrong. As if you’ve been hiding something even though you know you have nothing to hide.
“Yeah,” she answers hesitantly, and your stomach drops further. 
So you know her dad… not like it’s a big deal. You didn’t know he had a daughter. And even if you had known, why would it matter? It’s not like… He trains your boyfriend. That’s it. 
“You okay?” Sarah asks, and you realize you’re frowning only after she’s already continuing, sounding a bit nervous now, “Sorry, I guess, I just thought you knew? I’m so used to everyone at the gym knowing I’m Joel’s kid, but um, listen, I know he’s got a reputation, and he can be a little… But he’s really not like what everyone—”
“No, no, no, it’s not that,” you say quickly, your cup clattering against the tabletop in your haste to set it back down. “I know he’s not…”
Ruthless. Joel Miller is ruthless.
A dozen articles pass through your mind. Headlines of a man and photos of a face that’s so different from the one in your mind, from the one that now sits across from you bearing his resemblance.
“Joel has — Your dad is great. I mean, he’s been great to me — to Tyler,” you tell her, your hands clasping tight together beneath the table in an attempt to settle yourself. “I guess I just didn’t…”
You hadn’t thought of Joel with a daughter who is only a handful of years younger than you. Hadn’t thought of him like a dad at all — not that you think of him.
“Sorry,” you say again, repressing the urge to shake your head to clear it. “I guess, I just didn’t realize he was married.” 
You panic almost as soon as you realize what you’ve said, wondering if it makes it seem like you have some sort of interest in her dad.
Oh, God, do you have an interest in her dad?
“He’s not married,” Sarah informs you with a small smile and a tilt of her head, and you feel even worse at the realization that her answer actually makes a part of you feel relieved. “I mean, he was once. But my mom left when I was still a baby.”
“I’m so sorry,” you say, meaning it in more ways than one, but Sarah simply gives you a half-hearted shrug as she waves you off.
“It’s alright. Honestly I think it was a lot harder on my dad. I don’t really remember things any other way. I was still too young.”
“Yeah,” you tell her, an unwanted influx of infrequently visited memories redirecting your thoughts. “My dad left when I was pretty small, but my mom remarried when I was in high school. Had a few more kids. They’re still living in Harper.”
Sarah nods in understanding, though you suspect she has never heard of the place you’ve just mentioned. Not many have.
“When did you move to Austin?” 
“My boyfriend Tyler and I moved here after we graduated high school,” you explain, not sure how much Joel would’ve told her. “He’s the one your dad is training… the one with the lunch.”
“Figured.” Sarah sets her fork down before nudging the rest of the pie in your direction. “Speaking of…”
You sigh, thinking again about your last conversation with your boyfriend. “Yeah. He’s, um…”
“A dick?” Sarah prompts, and you open your mouth reflexively to argue, only to find no words in his defense make themselves readily available. 
“Sorry,” Sarah tells you, giving you a lopsided but apologetic smile. “Too harsh?”
“No,” you agree with a sigh, placing your hands back on the table in front of you. “Probably not.”
You close your eyes against another wave of embarrassment, but open them again when Sarah reaches over and squeezes your hand. 
“He wasn’t always like that,” you mutter, the excuse more for your sake than for his, and you can’t help a bitter laugh before you add, “He wasn’t always… He wasn’t always such a dick. If you can believe it.”
“I’ll try,” Sarah replies, giving you a small smile and reaching for the sugar again as soon as the waitress refills her cup on the way by the table. “But if he is now? Isn’t that what matters?”
*****
Joel is near to pacing in his office. Repeatedly moving himself and the same stack of papers from his desk to his couch and back again, checking his watch far more than he’s managed to check anything off his list. 
He does so again now as he sits on the edge of his chair with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped tight in front of him, counting back the hours since he had asked Sarah to go see if you were alright. Not liking the sum, he grabs for his cell phone where it sits idle on his desk and reads the last message he received.
Going to diner back soon
Maybe Joel should have went after you himself. For the two of you to have been gone this long, you must really be –
Over the sounds of in-use workout equipment outside his door, Joel hears Tyler laugh from a few yards away, Charlie’s presence at his side when he had returned from lunch answering Joel’s earlier question about which “guys from the gym” could have possibly volunteered to spend time with someone that Joel would have gladly volunteered to never see again. 
Figures it would be someone who also needs to get paid. Well even if Joel doesn’t get to kick the little shit to the curb, hopefully you will. Although that would also mean…
Had that been the last time he would see you?
Joel stands as his already piss poor mood worsens, one hand going to his hip and the other to the surface of his desk as he watches Charlie continue to talk Tyler’s ear off. The kid actually appearing to be listening for once as he bends his head and nods along, although Joel has a feeling that the message he personally would like to deliver would be far less well received.
He checks his phone again, feeling like flinging the damn thing into the wall when there’s still nothing new, but instead he types out a text to Sarah:
All okay? When will you be back?
The answering dots appear almost instantly but the wait still feels like an eternity, an anxious feeling in his chest only intensifying until the new message pops:
Look up
He does, immediately spotting Sarah standing just outside his office with an amused expression before she lets herself in.
“Everything alright?” Joel asks again, glancing over Sarah’s shoulder for you even though you’re clearly not there. “What took you so long?”
“We got to talkin’,” Sarah explains, raising her eyebrows at the impatience in his tone as she comes further into his office and drops into one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Hey, can I have your truck next weekend?”
“My truck?” Joel asks, trying to catch up to the seemingly sudden change in direction. “Why? You disposing of a body?”
“Why? You offering to help?” Sarah counters, glancing back over her shoulder to where Joel’s eyes keep flicking in Tyler’s direction. “C’mon, would mean you wouldn’t have to coach him anymore. We could even make it look like a training accident.”
“Tempting. But I’m not sure I could afford the insurance hike any more than I could the bail.” Joel sinks into his own chair across from his daughter, starts straightening that same stack of papers again as he asks, “She was alright?”
“Yeah, she was,” Sarah tells him, her voice softening. “I think the whole thing is just… complicated, you know? One of those things where you know what the right thing is, but it’s just getting yourself to do it.”
“Right,” Joel mutters, rubbing the back of his neck beneath his palm. “Right.”
“So the truck? Next weekend?” Sarah asks again, and it takes Joel a moment to remember what she’d asked him. 
“Sure. You can borrow it,” he tells her, leaning forward slightly, “but if you’re doing another one of those Craigslist deals, I want to go with you.”
“No scary internet people this time.” Sarah grins, popping up and beginning to gather the books she still has scattered around his office. “I told her about that market downtown. The one we went to a few months ago? And she seemed into the idea, so I thought I’d take the truck in case we find anything…”
The sound of Sarah’s voice fades into the background, Joel’s hand hovering over an organic chemistry textbook as he tries to sort through what he thinks of you spending time with his daughter even though he is undoubtedly the one who had formed that connection in the first place.
It’s good… Right? 
Of course, it is. Why wouldn’t it be? Sarah is always studying so hard, working and keeping things running at home more than she should. It would be good for her to have someone to pal around with. Plus, he likes you.
And isn’t that the fucking problem?
“You okay?” 
Joel snaps out of it to see Sarah standing in front of him again, already holding the textbook he’d been about to grab. 
“We don’t have to take the truck if you need it for something,” she tells him, her brow creasing. “Or I know you have that fight, but if you wanted to go with us in the morning?”
“No,” he says quickly and more adamantly than he’d intended. “Sorry, no, it’s fine. Take the truck. You guys have fun.”
He’s being ridiculous… Completely overthinking things where you’re concerned. He has nothing more than a polite interest in your well being. Anyone would. 
Or at least they should.
Joel glances back outside his office, sees that Tyler appears to have wrapped up his conversation with Charlie and is starting to meander in the direction of the weights. His phone in his hand again as he taps rapid fire against the screen.
“Tell you what,” Joel says to Sarah. “Why don’t you take the truck now and head home? I’m going to stick around for a bit. I’ll have Charlie drop me off later.”
Sarah follows his eyeline. “Sure. Just let me know if you end up needing to get rid of a body after all. I’ll bring the truck back.”
*****
You think about it all through your shift, through your drive home, your fight with the lobby door and your climb up to your apartment. Still agonizing over each word you need to say even as you slide your key into the lock of your front door. 
Joel was right just like Sarah was right. And you can’t keep doing this. You’ve decided. 
Until the moment you step inside.
“Hey, babe,” Tyler greets you, his voice warm as he immediately turns off the TV, gets up from the sofa and greets you at the door, taking your bag before wrapping you in a tight hug and catching you so off guard that you don’t even manage a greeting in return.
“Listen,” he continues, resting his chin against the top of your head as he holds you close. “I want you to know that I’m sorry about what happened earlier.”
“You are?” you ask him, your voice slightly muffled by the fabric of his t-shirt. Seemingly fresh from the laundry just like he appears to be fresh out of the shower.
“Of course, I am.” He steps back, his hands moving to your upper arms and squeezing firmly for emphasis. “You know how much I hate to see you upset.”
Before you can tell him that you’re not sure you do know that, he rotates slightly, showing you fresh roses still in a grocery bag on the counter. 
“Got these for you,” he says, giving you a wide, satisfied smile. “Here I’ll put them in some water.”
He lets go of you and moves into the kitchen while you try to wade through your own personal episode of the Twilight Zone, only tuning out of it at the echoing sound of cabinet doors opening and closing while he fails to locate a vase.
“They’re under the sink,” you mutter, about to reach for one but he shakes his head at you and grabs it himself.  
“I got it.” He fills the antique glass halfway with water before picking up the roses and dropping them in with the rubber band, sealed plant food, and plastic still around the stems. “Good, right?”
You look at them then back at him, dreading how much they must have cost while remaining completely baffled by this sudden shift in behavior. “Tyler – ”
“I know, okay, I know,” he jumps in, coming closer again to place his hands on your shoulders. “I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately. I haven’t been able to do things like this for you, but that’s going to change soon. It’s all going to change. I’ve got a fight lined up next month, and I’m telling you it’s going to be one of the ones that finally gets us there.”
Us.
For the first time in a long time, Tyler is looking at you like he used to, and God, you’d forgotten what it is like to see it. To see someone look at you like they need you. 
“Tyler, I don’t think…” All your words are escaping you again, fleeing at your first overdue sign of hope. At the first sign that things could go back to the way they were before, and what would you even do if they don’t. “I’m not sure — ”  
“I am,” he tells you, earnest and excited. “Before long, you’re not going to have to worry about anything anymore, babe, okay? I’ve got this.”
He pulls you into another hug, not seeming to mind that you can’t seem to get yourself to relax into it, into him as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 
“It’s all going to be just like we always talked about,” he promises you, and you want so badly to believe him. “You remember?”
You do. Only now, sometimes you wish you didn’t.
*****
Joel has grown to like this part. To realize just how much he prefers using his hands to build things up instead of break them down, the physical proof of a hard day's work showing up in a way that doesn’t involve blood or bruises. For the most part. 
Accidentally clipping the side of his thumb with the hammer, Joel hisses out an annoyed breath, briefly letting the pain pass before going right back to it. 
A few hours from now, Hunter’s Gym would be playing host to a match between one of their boxers and another local. Nothing too high stakes but enough that they still expect a small crowd, a phenomenon that the gym is not really built to accommodate without needing to move a large amount of equipment as well as hastily construct wooden bleachers that Joel will only have to take right back down tomorrow. 
Shame, he thinks as he lines a nail up into place, because he’s building them solid enough to last. Or at the very least to save them from a lawsuit. 
After another swing of the hammer, Joel steps back, surveying his progress as Charlie comes by and gives an appreciative whistle. 
“Looks good,” Charlie says, slowing his stride to linger beside Joel. “You going to be done in time?”
Joel gives him a look, crouching down and grabbing some more nails from his toolbox as he answers, “Have I ever not been?”
“Of course not,” Charlie answers, clearly considering him. “Just surprised to still see you here. Figured you would have left by now.”
Normally, Joel would have. Most fight days he only sticks around long enough to get things ready before heading home for a few hours, returning just in time to make the fight but to miss the mind-numbing meet and greet.
However, as discussed, Sarah had gotten up early this morning and left with his truck to pick you up, her full plan – as of last night – being that the two of you would come back to the house after the market to hang out for a bit. Which it isn’t that he minds you at the house. Better you there than with that jackass you’re still dating but… seeing you at the gym is already hard enough. 
Not hard. Just enough. Enough to already make him feel like he’s losing it.
“I’m happy to fuck off if you’d like,” Joel tells him, straightening back up and extending the hammer in Charlie’s direction, knowing he would sooner have Joel hit him with it then pick it up himself. “Just say the word.”
Just as Joel anticipated he would, Charlie takes a full step back from the offending object before grinning and saying, “That won’t be necessary. However, if you are planning on sticking around until the fight, you know people would love to see you. Joel Miller is still a draw.”
“Sure,” Joel replies, grinding his teeth as he turns his back on his boss and grabs for another board. “Happy to.”
“That’s great,” Charlie says, clapping a hand on his shoulder from behind with enthusiasm. “I have a few contacts I’d like to introduce Tyler to before things get going. Do you know when he’s getting here?” 
“Couldn’t tell you,” Joel says, placing the board and starting to drive in a nail with force. “You should check with him.”
“It would lend real weight to have you there as well to speak to his potential,” Charlie continues as if Joel hadn’t spoken at all. “Your stamp of approval. I know you weren’t sure about him at first, but he’s come a long way, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” Joel mutters, lining up another nail. “He’s really something.”
Ever since that day where you had come in late, Tyler appears to have undergone some sort of personality transplant, unbelievably managing to become a version of himself that was even worse than the one before.
At least that had felt authentic while this version… The pasted on smile and the good boy routine he trots out every time you’re in the vicinity makes Joel’s skin crawl. Makes his fingers twitch at his side each time Tyler makes a point to kiss you when you show up and each time you leave with his arm around your shoulders.
He wants to tell you not to believe it, not to trust a mask that can so easily be taken on and off at will, but the uncertain look on your face each time Tyler does it tells him that you already don’t. Not entirely. Not yet.
“You did talk to him about attending, right?” Charlie asks, still buzzing in Joel’s fucking ear. “Because I’d hate for him not to – ”
“Seeing as how I’m not his fucking secretary,” Joel snaps, rounding on Charlie who takes a wise step back. “If you want to make sure he’s here, then I suggest you call him.”
In the following beats of silence, Charlie holds up his hands in surrender, giving the hammer in Joel’s hand a sideways glance before leaning forward and clapping him on the arm.
“I’ll do that. Try to blow off some steam before tonight, yeah? So you can be at your best?” Charlie suggests before walking away. “Bags are still up in the back corner.”
Until he hears Charlie’s office door shut behind him, Joel remains right where he is, more out of stubborn commitment that Charlie not be right than true disagreement with the suggestion. The overwhelming tension in his frame cancels out any counter argument he could attempt to make. 
He’s tried. Tried to not think about it. About you. Tried to bury himself in work to focus on anything else. But it’s like everywhere he turns…
Only once he finishes the job does Joel head for his office, setting the toolbox by the door and going for the locker he keeps in the corner to pull out his tape and gloves. Neither used nearly as often these days as they once were although the muscle memory will remain in him until the day he dies.
Joel’s left hand flexes, palm open and fingers spread as he starts to wrap the tape. Thumb to wrist. Wrist to hand. Wrist to fingers. Around and around until he reaches the end and has to start over on his other hand. 
With his gloves now hanging by his side, he walks back out onto the gym floor, and a few faces turn in his direction once they realize where he’s headed. A few more coming closer so they can see, even though he’s already started not to see them.
From the moment he’s standing in front of the bag, Joel can feel the shift. Even before he straps each glove into place, he can feel all of it fading into the background as another version of him steps forward. 
And then he becomes an onlooker, too.
*****
“Right. No, your right. Okay, now left. Shit.”
You're laughing so hard you’re close to breathless, the sensation not helped in the least bit by the fact that you and Sarah are trying to negotiate a massive and ancient trunk up the narrow stairs of her house. 
“Are you sure you emptied this first?” you ask, trying to glance behind you as you make your way up the stairs backwards. At least five steps since you lost the feeling in your fingers. 
“Um,” Sarah huffs, then starts to look doubtful. “Crap, I might have put those books I found in there so they weren’t rolling around the truck bed. Well, too late now.”
The two of you manage the last few steps until your feet blessedly hit the upstairs landing, and Sarah is directing you again. 
“Room on your left. No, right.” She laughs at herself. “It’s the one with the butterflies.”
You nod, heading that direction even as your eyes inevitably stray quickly to the other. Past an open door and into a room with blue walls and music posters, a dark wooden bed and unmade tan sheets, the sound of a whirring fan and an open window.
Joel’s room.
No sooner do you think it then it’s out of view, tucked away back in the hallway as you’re swallowed up by a bedroom of pale pink and pastels.
“Where do you want it?” you ask, looking around until she jerks her head in the preferred direction.
“At the end there,” she tells you, maneuvering until the trunk is at last deposited at the foot of the bed with the two of you along with it. 
“Sorry,” Sarah offers, still sitting against the trunk just as you are while she catches her breath. “Was heavier than it looked. Should’ve waited for my dad to help.”
Your stomach knots at every mention of him, nervous energy that only seems somehow magnified now. Who knew seeing someone’s messy sheets could make you feel so… distracted.
“We did alright, though,” she says, leaning her head back against the trunk. “Wish you would have lucked out, too.”
“It’s okay. The hunt is the best part,” you reassure her, not wanting to admit that you had actually seen plenty that caught your eye, just not anything you’d been willing to pay the price for. Not right now. Especially not with how things are between you and Tyler.
You’ve heard it before. You’ve heard all of it before. So why are you still listening?
“I am starving,” Sarah says from beside you, getting to her feet with a groan and brushing herself off. “What do you like on your pizza?”
“Whatever you want is fine,” you tell her, hoping it’s not the mountain of jalapeño peppers that Tyler always insists on. “You sure you’re okay with me sticking around for a bit?” Your friendship with Sarah is still so new. A sudden bright spot in your day that you didn’t have before and you find yourself constantly worrying that you’ll overshadow it by asking for too much. Even if the pizza and movies had been her idea in the first place.
“Of course,” she tells you with a warm smile, holding out a hand to pull you to your feet. “Unless you’d rather I took you home?”
“No,” you say a little too quickly, trying to cover it by clearing your throat. “No, I mean, I was just checking. Tyler’s at the gym anyway, so not like I need to rush back.”
Yes, let’s not rush back to sit alone with our thoughts.
Sarah tilts her head as she looks at you, that same assessing stare that you’ve seen Joel use on more than one occasion, and you wonder what both of them see when they look at you.
“Everything okay?” she asks. “With Tyler I mean? You can tell me to butt out, but just in case… Just wanted to check.”
You sigh, honestly surprised she’s waited this long to ask. Especially considering the things you’d said at the diner and the fact that the only image she has of you and Tyler together is you shoving a sack lunch at him and storming away. From her perspective… not exactly ideal. Or yours for that matter.
“He’s trying,” you tell her, still not sure how to feel about it yourself. “He’s, um… He didn’t have the best examples growing up, and, I know, how it seems, but he is trying. And I just…”
Sarah gives you a sympathetic smile, and you wonder if she thinks you're stupid for staying with him or, even worse, thinks you’re weak.
“You love him,” Sarah says, reaching out and squeezing your hand as she completes your sentence for you, and you simply nod in agreement, following her back towards the stairs as she starts to review movie options and you start to wonder:
Does it bother you more that loving Tyler wasn’t the explanation you’d been planning to offer? Or that it hadn’t occurred to you that it should have been?
*****
It’s ten by the time Joel gets home, pulling Sarah’s car into the spot beside his truck, and irritably unfolding himself from the small interior to get out. Tired down to his bones with no intention of doing another thing on this earth but taking a hot shower and falling into bed.
He knows from the moment that he gets in the door, however, that won’t be the case.
Splashing the front living room in blue light, the TV is playing the ending of what Joel is positive is one of Sarah’s Dawn of the Wolf movies, though he can never keep straight which is which even after seeing them in theaters and several times since at Sarah’s insistence. One he can only assume she’d made tonight as well, though as has been the case since she was small, she doesn’t appear to have made it to the ending.
Fast asleep on the arm of the couch, his daughter doesn’t even register his arrival. But for a change, she’s not the only one there to greet him.
You get up from your spot on the other end of the couch as soon as you see him, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room as if you’re not sure if you should be here at all.
“She fell asleep,” you explain quietly as you gesture gently in her direction. “I didn’t want to wake her.”
“She does that.” Joel lets his own voice stay slightly more normal in volume as he steps closer to grab the blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over her. “Don’t worry, it would take a natural disaster to wake her up.”
Joel straightens, standing a few paces away from you in low light that makes you look even softer than you usually do. Angelic even if he’s not sure he can still confidently say all his thoughts are leaning that direction.
“I was just going to call a cab,” you say, shifting from foot to foot as you meet his gaze. “Sorry, I’ll do that and get out of your hair.”
You look away, reaching for your phone in your pocket, and he knows it would be smarter if he just let you. If this time he actually did just let you go, because –
“I can drive you,” he tells you, already moving to trade keys on the key hook on the wall while you protest, “Oh, no, Joel, you don’t have to do that. I really can get a cab.”
He gets an image in his head of you being dropped off on some dark street alone, and his resolve deepens, “It’s no trouble.”
“If you’re sure,” you say softly, coming closer to him as he starts to head back towards the front door. “I don’t want to put you out. I tried texting Tyler but he said he’s still at the fight.”
Joel frowns while he still has his back to you, thinking that over. Was Tyler still there when he left? A few people were but had Joel seen… He can’t remember. Although, to be fair he had gone out of his way to avoid the asshole all night.
“Promise, it’s no trouble,” he tells you again as he turns back, moving then to open the front door and hold it until you pass by, still worrying at your bottom lip and looking guilty. As soon as you’re out on the front stoop, he follows, starts to lock the door behind him until he quickly goes back in to leave a note on the side table for Sarah:
Took her home. Be back.
Love, Dad
Back outside, you look just as nervous as you did in, your fingers knitting together as you stand near his passenger side door and wait for him to unlock it. When he goes to open it for you instead, the surprised look on your face makes him think even less of Tyler than he already does.
“Thank you,” you murmur, taking his offered hand to climb up into the truck cab. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”
He looks at you. At the hesitant smile that’s on your face now. At the way you look sitting in his truck. 
“I’m sure.”
*****
The drive is quiet, but your thoughts are loud. Empty streets passing by and low music playing as you try to think of something to say beyond your one word replies to his questions on if you’re too cold or if you want him to change the music. Anything that isn’t the question circling around and around in your head:
Is this really okay?
He made it seem like it was but there’s still a part of you that’s whispering that you were wrong to take him up on it. To want to so badly.
He’s just being nice. He’s being nice and you’re being weird so just say something. Say anything. Now.
“Fight?” you ask abruptly, your voice sounding too loud after the long minutes of silence. “How was the fight?”
He shrugs, turning his truck to the right as he follows the directions you gave him. “Alright. Pretty standard.”
“Did we win?”
“We did,” he says, the way the corner of his mouth turns up visible in the glow of the streetlights. “Clean fight, too.”
“That’s good,” you reply softly then pause, already apparently at the end of that series of questions. “Did you, um…”
You’re searching again for a while, looking again for words to say so that you don’t have to focus on the way your stomach flips every time you look at him. 
“Did you always want to be a boxer?” you ask finally and immediately wish you could be swallowed into the bench seat.
Gripping. Gripping conversation. Why don’t you ask him his favorite color nex —
“I didn’t.”
You look back over at him, surprised by his answer. Having assumed that someone who was as good as he was must have wanted to be.
“You didn’t?”
“No,” he says simply, pulling up to a stoplight and flipping on his turn signal as he waits for it to change. “Was just… the option that presented itself.”
“Sounds familiar,” you mutter, your heart hurting for him as you rest your head back against the seat and turn to look out the window. “Really familiar.”
The last of the drive passes with no more words than the beginning had, although somehow it feels different than it did then. Even your thoughts seem content to be still for a while as you watch Austin pass you by, waiting until the moment Joel pulls up outside your apartment to look his way again. 
“This it?” he asks, eyeing your tiny building as well as the cramped street. Not judging… just surveying.
“This is it,” you confirm, not wanting to leave now that you’re here. “Thank you again for the ride. You really didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” he tells you, looking like he’s about to say something until he sees your hand hovering near the door handle. “I’ll get it.” 
Opening his driver’s side door, Joel gets out onto the dark street, his shadow looming large as he passes through the headlight beams on his way around to your side. Helps you out just like he helped you in, only this time when your feet hit the pavement neither of you move, lingering in close proximity until you remember exactly where you are. 
You look away, first to the empty parking spot on the street and then to the dark windows on the third floor. Tyler still not home. 
“I could walk you up,” Joel offers, looking where you are. “Make sure everything is — ”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you tell him, stepping away and grabbing for your keys in your purse as you try to think how much Tyler would lose his mind to come home and see Joel Miller in his apartment. 
Although if he had just picked you up, you wouldn’t have had to get a ride home so…
When you reach your lobby door, you turn back, give Joel a small wave just before you put your keys in the lock. Let yourself have one more look back before you turn them and — 
Stuck. The door is stuck again.
“Everything alright?” Joel asks, still standing by his truck although he seems to have taken a step or two forward at the first sign of trouble. 
“It’s the damn door again,” you say over your shoulder. “It doesn’t work right.”
You try again, taking your keys out and putting them back with no success, and you’re about to let out a frustrated groan right before a large pair of hands covers yours and takes over. 
“Let me try it,” he mutters from beside you, careful to keep a respectful enough distance that his body isn’t touching yours though you have an overwhelming urge to close that gap.
Instead you watch as he fiddles with the keys along with the handle, apparently searching for something known to him although you’re not sure what until he gets it and the door swings open. 
“How’d you do that?” you ask him, nearly annoyed at how easy he’d made it look after the thing had nearly brought you to tears at least a dozen times. 
“You gotta play with it a bit until you feel it catch,” he tells you, pulling the door shut again so he can demonstrate. “You try.”
Sure enough, you manage to get it on the next go under his instruction and are practically beaming when you do. Silly considering how small a victory it is. 
“If I’d known it was that easy, I wouldn’t have bothered the landlord.”
“No,” Joel says, sounding suddenly serious. “You should definitely call your landlord. It’s not safe for you to have a door that doesn’t work right.”
“Sure, I’ll tell him. I really bet he’ll listen this time,” you quip, your tone enough to convey your doubt, although it turns to laughing when Joel takes out his phone to take a picture of the building management information on the door. 
“What are you doing?” you ask, watching him check the picture before stashing his phone away. “You’re not going to…”
“If he’s not here fixing it tomorrow, let me know.” 
“Joel,” you start, not sure what it is exactly that you want to say before you’re turning towards him, but then you’re not sure you want to say anything at all. 
He’s so close. Did he come closer or did you?
Because you’re having to tip your head back to meet his eyes in a way that you didn’t before, now able to see the way he holds your gaze before his own drops down to your mouth, your throat.
The way Joel looks at you makes you feel fuzzy, like everything around you has dulled and faded out except for him. You are so aware of him all the time.
“Joel,” you murmur, and his eyes lift back up to yours. He takes a quick breath in, begins to say your name. Until someone else beats him to it.
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 7 months
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Step By Step 💞
Summary: You were tired of spending so much time being in love with Eddie, he didn't notice you. He only noticed pretty, popular, cheerleaders.
So you decide to move on, for your own sake but that soon gets complicated...
Warnings: Jealous Eddie, not so unrequited love, friends to lovers.
Do copy, reuse or repost my work.
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Eddie had been crushing on Stacy for a while now, the pretty, popular cheerleader had Eddie giving heart eyes on the daily.
This was particularly difficult for you to watch as you had been in love with Eddie for years.
He didn't notice, you were his buddy, his pal and firmly in the friend zone and you were growing tired of it.
Were you really going to spend all your time mooning over someone who couldn't love you back? It was constant heartbreak just waiting to happen.
So after another night feeling sorry for yourself, another night wasted crying about Eddie, you decided it was time to move on.
How you were going to do that was a mystery to you but you were going to try.
Step One: Notice other guys and not just Eddie.
The first one was a little harder than you thought, Steve would be your first choice to notice as he was a good looking guy and very sweet.
The only thing was him and Eddie were very close these days so you didn't want to make things awkward.
Gareth was like a brother to you, as was Jeff. There was plenty guys around school but you weren't exactly an expert at flirting.
Maybe you just had to wing it? Or maybe the opportunity would fall on your lap? okay, that was highly unlikely...
Or so you would have thought until that very thing happened at lunch break the next morning.
...
Lucas came up to the Hellfire table while Eddie was deep into talk about the latest campaign, he was with one of his basketball teammate's who was looking in your direction with a shy smile on his features.
It was Cole Jackson who was a senior just like you, the two of you shared science class together.
"Sinclair, Eddie nods and his eyes narrow on Cole.
"Hey guys this is Cole" Lucas waves to his friend and Eddie frowns.
"Hellfire is full Lucas, not that I imagine that's what he wants to ask about but I'm just putting it out there" You nudge Eddie who still looks irratated.
"Be nice" you warn him and he goes back to talking about the campaign.
"Uh actually Munson I'm here to talk to yn. Lucas said he would introduce me to her"
Oh... Eddie stops talking and stares at you then to Cole. Flustered at the attention you hold your hand out for Cole to shake which he kisses instead.
"I hope to see you at the next game cheering me on cutie" He winks at you then walks away, the others tease you but Eddie is unnaturally quiet as he watches Cole go.
"What's his game?" he mutters and you come out the cloud nine high you were on and frown, heart sinking.
"What do you mean?" you miss Dustin and Gareth making gestures behind you, basically telling Eddie to zip it.
"There has to be some angle, he's from the dark side. He's planning something" the sentence hangs in the air as tears well in your eyes and anger bubbles in your stomach.
"So he needs to have an ulterior motive? That's the only reason a guy would like me? Am I that hideous?" at this point Eddie notices your tears and his eyes widen.
"Shit... No! You're beautiful... He stammers out and you glare at him knowing he's just saying this because he messed up.
"I get it, I'm not a pretty cheerleader or popular so in no way could I be attractive or some bullshit right?" Eddie opens his mouth but nothing comes out and you gather your things still fuming and heartbroken.
"You know just because you fail to notice Eddie, I am a woman and I want to feel pretty and wanted. Just because you'll never see it doesn't mean others won't", he gapes at you as you storm off.
As upset as you are it felt kinda good letting out some of your emotions around Eddie for a change.
Step One ☑
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Step Two: (Unintentionally) make Eddie Jealous.
Cole made the point of showing up in places that you would hang around during school.
There was a weird tension in the air between you and Eddie which was made worse when Cole was around.
Truthfully, you were still hurt by what Eddie said so it was flattering to receive attention from Cole.
He was nothing like Eddie but maybe that was a good thing. It gave you a chance to try and attempt to move on.
The only thing was that you didn't expect Eddie's reaction to you hanging out with Cole. He was snappish, moody and it both baffled and pissed you off.
You wanted to ask what his problem was but things were fraught between you two already and you didnt want to make it worse.
Unfortunately, things were getting worse because the more that Cole flirted with you, the more tense Eddie became.
Maybe he was just being protective? Though it that truly were the case wouldn't the others be protective too?
Robin was excited by this new development and was certain that Cole would ask you out "because if he doesn't then he's a dingus" she proclaimed.
It was nice to talk to someone else about all of this. Though she would watch Eddie with an amused smile that had you wondering what she was thinking...
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Eddie was not in a good mood, he was cranky and distracted as he vaguely listened to Dustin and Mike arguing about something.
They were at Family Video and tonight's movie choice was between Ghostbusters and Friday the 13th, Eddie left the two boys arguing as he browsed the shelves.
He didn't like being this out of sorts, ever since Cole had began sniffing around you it was like he was on edge.
Cole was a pretty boy douchebag and you were going to get hurt. That's why he was so annoyed about you going gaga over his attention.
It had nothing to do with the way his stomach dropped when you giggled at Cole's lame ass flirting attempts, nothing at all.
"Geez Munson, that bad a day huh?" Steve claps his shoulder and Eddie shrugs. Robin gives him a withering look which puzzles him.
"Yeah, uh... Just this asshole making eyes at yn, I don't trust him" Robin rolls her eyes before Steve can say anything.
"Oh please, just admit you're jealous because it's so obvious that you are dingus"
Eddie stammers, he's lost for words and doesn't know what to say back to that. Finally he manages to get out some words.
"Jealous? Jealous of what? I am not fucking jealous of that butthead, that's ridiculous" Robin doesn't look convinced and rolls her eyss.
"Yeah. Whatever you say"
He's about to protest when you come in, Cole smirks when he sees Eddie and wraps his arm around your shoulders.
Something sours in Eddie's stomach and he feels like he might throw up. His heart is racing and the desire to kick Cole's ass was rising exponentially.
Well shit... He was jealous after all.
Step Two: ☑
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Step Three: The Kiss ( and the unexpected aftermath)
Cole kissed you. You hadn't expected it to happen.
It was just as you arrived to Hawkins High, you were about to join Eddie who was deep in conversation with Steve and Robin, you wanted to clear the air with him.
Cole called your name and when you turned around in response, he kissed you. When Cole pulled away you were full of emotions, a weird mix of melancholy and excitement.
There was a part of you that wished it was Eddie doing this and you hated it.
Speaking of Eddie you caught his eye and he was shock still, he came too and stormed off before you could even call his name.
His reaction confused you, you were all jumbled up inside and you didnt know what to do.
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People are whispering as they stare at you, it's happened once or twice and you don't know what's happening.
Was this because of Cole? The kiss? Flustered you hurry away but are stopped when you hear a commotion in the lunch hall.
Just barely you can hear the word fight being called and your stomach sinks with dread. You don't know why but you have a bad feeling about this.
It turns out that your worry is correct as you head into the cafeteria to find Eddie being pulled of Cole who looks smug as hell.
"Eddie!" He's covered in bruises and his lip is bleeding but Cole is worse, his eye is already turning purple and his nose is bleeding profusely.
Eddie rarely fights, only when he really has to and even then he tries to avoid it. Something big must have happened for him to fly off the handle.
"Eddie what happened?" he swallows and glares at Cole who laughs.
"Come on babe, you know what happened... That little bit of fun we had in my car?" your mind draws a blank because you've only kissed the one time.
Then it all clicks into place, the stares and the whispering, the way Eddie flew off the handle... Cole has been spreading lies.
"You asshole!! We kissed once, only once. In fact you kissed me! How dare you spread shit that isnt true" You seethe and Cole looks flustered as a few people begin to glare at him.
"Come on babe. You know you want this body" He has the slimiest smirk on his face and you feel sick, how could you fall for that smug look.
"You're a pig, I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on earth" You hear him call you a bitch or something but don't particularly care.
Eddie does though and you hold him back.
"He's not worth it Eddie" traitor tears pool in your eyes as you gently clean up his cut lip.
"Don't cry, he's not worth it" Eddie cups your cheek and it makes the tears come even quicker.
"I just thought a guy liked me, a nice guy and then it turns out he's just an asshole"
You can't say what else has made you upset, like the thought you could finally get rid of your unrequited feelings for the handsome sweet guy you were currently patching up.
"He's a douchebag, he doesn't deserve you princess. You're amazing" Eddies big brown eyes are full of affection and something else, something you can't place.
Whatever it is makes your stomach fill with butterflies. Gently, you squeeze his hand.
"My very own knight in shining leather, thank you for defending me Eddie. I should have sucker punched him myself" You add as an afterthought.
Eddie bows. "Eddie the Banished at your service milady" this makes you laugh and you cuddle into Eddie's chest.
Instinctively, his arms wrap around you as he pulls you closer. Strangely though his heart is beating really fast.
"You okay? You're heartbeats going really fast" you're concerned and a little confused as he smiles.
"Yeah, that's absolutely nothing to do with the beautiful lady in my arms" you think he's joking until you look up and he's gazing at you with this blazing look his eyes.
The look makes your heart skip a beat and you know in your bones that something has changed between you and Eddie.
Step Three ☑
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Step Four Forget all of the above steps as your life turns into a romance novel.
Eddie visited you the next night, he had been weird and jumpy all day, nervous. He looked like he desperately wanted to speak with you, yet the minute he tried to it was like he would clam up.
So you pretty much expected him to come and see you, Eddie regularly snuck into your room so the two of you could hang out. Tonight wasn't any different.
Except it was different, very much so.
There was the same nervous energy around Eddie and he couldn't sit still, constantly fidgeting.
"Eddie, Eddie relax, you take his hand and squeeze it softly, it works and he calms down."What's going on?" you ask him and he stares at you for a second, his big doe eyes softening.
"You're beautiful princess" the compliment robs you of speech and then you're as flustered and nervous as Eddie.
"I'm an idiot, should have realised this sooner, I'm sorry" he sighs and you feel puzzled, a little unsure where he is going with this.
"Eddie, are you okay? I don't understand... you trail off and there's a beat of silence before he speaks again.
"I love you"
Eddie had feelings for you... Deep feelings. The words tumble around your head as you gape at him. He loves you.
"What about Stacy?" you ask and cringe thats the first thing you said after he just admitted he loves you.
He scoffs and shakes his head.
"Yeah turns out she's so not my type, she was just a dumb crush. I wasted so much time on her when I could have been with you"
Fuck, this was actually happening, you've dreamed about this for so long and now it's real. You never thought this would ever happen, it was wishful thinking and nothing more.
"I love you" it feels so good to get it out, to not have to hide how you feel, it feels so good to finally let it out.
"Will you forgive me for being a total dumbass and taking a while to realise sweetheart?" grinning you pretend to mull over his offer and tug him close to you.
"Might need a couple kisses Munson?" he grins and his arm snakes around your waist pulling you flush against his body, you can smell Old Spice, leather and a little bit weed.
It's so comforting, Eddie's scent. You love it.
Eddie's lips meet yours and you kiss him back passionately, looping your arms around his neck.
He briefly pulls away and smiles, he looks a little dazed.
"Yeah, I am a dumbass, could have been doing that for a long time" he kisses you again and again, each time even more perfect than the last.
Step Four ☑
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waiting for us — chapter seventeen. screwed over ↝ wc: 566
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“Asshole!” 
You yell probably a little too loud but you just don’t care. You’re beyond pissed, gripping your phone tightly and resisting the urge to smash it into the ground. You know realistically that you won’t be fired, you’ll just send a text to Ryujin to let her know you’ll be late. Ryujin has been so nice to you and on occasion you hung out with her and her soulmate Yeji. 
The thing you hated the most was that your brother continued to show you how much power he had over you, never letting you forget it. Even if you had your license there was no car for you to drive, goodness knows your parents weren’t gonna buy you one. 
“Ugh!” You groan, running a frustrated hand through your hair, pulling at the strands. 
“Mio?” You quickly turn around to the source of the voice and you see Jisung. He’s walking towards you with another male behind him. The other guy has big boba-like eyes that are practically staring into your soul and you get the strangest feeling that he’s yet another one of your soulmates. He’s strangely cat like, his eyes blinking slowly at you and you definitely don’t miss the way he gives your form a quick glance.
“Are you okay?” Jisung asks and you pull your gaze away from the other. 
“Yeah sorry- just. My brother seems to have forgotten that he needed to pick me up and now I'm gonna be late to work,” You sigh. “Sorry, I better get going, I’m gonna have to walk,” 
Somehow you’re slightly relieved, able to avoid being in the presence of your soulmates. You could tell that you were already getting slightly attached. What with you listening to 3RACHA all day yesterday and your constant lunch breaks with Hyunjin. 
“Ah wait! We could give you a ride, we were about to head out. That’s fine, right hyung?” Jisung asks the male next to him. The latter simply nods his head, no other emotion showing on his face to give away his thoughts. 
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother,” You give one last attempt to get away but honestly you really wouldn’t mind that ride, being late to work was definitely one of your pet peeves. 
“Of course! Oh, this is Minho by the way. Minho, Mio. Mio, Minho,” The male in question reaches his hand out for you and you tentatively slip your own hand into his. You pretend you don’t feel the small vibration deep in your chest, quickly taking your hand back as soon as you can. 
“It’s nice to meet you,”
“Yeah, you too. Sorry- I don’t mean to rush but, I really do need to get to work,” 
“Oh right! Come on, let’s go!” Jisung is always bright with his cute heart shaped smile, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you towards their shared car. You don’t have much of a choice but to follow the male who’s all but dragging you. You ignore the fact that your face is probably flushed just from him holding your hand. 
Minho trails a little behind the two of you, seemingly analyzing you, watching how Jisung interacts with you. His head tilts, the smallest hint of a smile curling at his lips. He could definitely understand now his boyfriend's fascination with you, now fully curious to learn more about you.
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missetbilu · 10 days
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KEEPING A CLOSE EYE*
perv!fred weasley x fem!reader, smut
when fred overhears you and the girls chit chatting about boys that you fancy, he can’t keep his mind from wandering, nor his hand.
warnings: perv concept, jerking off
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"Come on, Y/N, there's gotta be someone you fancy." Ginny elbowed you, trying to get a response.
Angelina, Hermione, Ginny and yourself were in your favorite little spot in the library. A very secluded area, where you could study, sneak in some food, talk, without prying eyes or ears.
Although in that afternoon, you were not very much enjoying the topic of choice. Boys. Too shy to come clean about your little crush, you would much rather gossip or even focus on the charms essay due next week than engage in the conversation. But the girls were not having it.
"Yeah, even Hermione admitted to being completely, head over heels, in love with Ron." Angelina teased.
"Hey!" The girl blushed and looked away for a second, but curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the argument. "She's right tho, you're the only one left."
"I just don't think of any guy here like that."
"In this castle full of boys, you expect me to believe not even a single one of them is your type?" Ginny said.
"Unless you're into girls."
"I'm not." You laughed at Angelina's curious expression. "I like men."
"Then name one you would" Hermione stopped herself mid sentence, suddenly a bit shy, "...you know."
"Fuck?" Angelina completed her thought and they all laughed, Hermione also shushing her and looking around to make sure they were alone.
"Alright." You took a deep breath and tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."
"Aw dude, are you serious?" Ginny's disappointment was so clear in her face that the three other girls bursted out laughing.
"Shhh, guys, I don't wanna get kicked out." Hermioned said between giggles.
"Sorry, babe, but this was too good not to laugh at." Angelina responded, still chuckling.
"Too good? All my friends wanna fuck my brothers."
And you all fell into laughter again.
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It had been a week since Fred discovered that spot of yours to hang out. Whenever you and the girls disappeared from his sight, he would get anxious, wondering where you might be.
Until the day he was looking for a potions book, but found something far better: you.
He managed to hide in the corridor next to the one where the group of girls would sit on the floor and chit chat. Usually he took no interest in the conversations you would have. But not that day. Throughout the whole week he listened to each silly subject the girls brought up, only paying attention to the sound of your angelic voice when you made a comment. That day it was different. Once the tables turned from homework to guys you fancied, Fred felt his heart skip a beat.
He was nervous, his palms becoming sweaty as each of the girls rambled about one boy after the other. He barely listened to the guys his sister brought up, nor to the mentions of his brothers. What mattered most to him was what you were going to say. He was so afraid of hearing another man's name fall out of your pretty lips; so afraid you would confess to feeling attracted to someone else.
But he was also infatuated with the possibility of his name being the one in your mind. You quietly listened to what your friends had to say, too scared to say something yourself, Fred saw that in your expression as he tried to eye your figure from the place where he was hiding. Just thinking about it, being him the person you kept yourself from mentioning, made his trousers feel a bit too tight. His hand travelled down to his growing bulge, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to risk not hearing you.
Your silence allowed his imagination to run wild. Maybe this whole thing got her thinking about how good I would fuck her, and she's afraid of sharing those filthy thoughts. He stroked his cock once, over the fabric of his clothes. Or perhaps she's so lost in the desire of getting filled up with my cum, she didn't even notice how quiet she's been... oh fuck... He did it again and had to hold back a moan.
Fred knew he shouldn’t, but it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand slipped past his boxers and he stroked his dick, trying so hard to imagine it was you doing it.
Has she ever had a wet dream with me? He wondered. She would wake up sweaty and out of breath. Her panties are completely damp, but it's not because of the sweat, it's arousal. I bet she would be embarrassed, looking around the dorm to see if the other girls are sleeping, before she goes under the covers and... He gasps quietly, his hands going a bit faster now. And she lets her hand touch her dripping cunt... He bites his lip to stop himself from cursing. Her sweet fingers would tease her clit and she wouldn't be able to stop a moan of my name from coming out.
"Alright." When the word left your mouth he slowed down his movement, focusing on the head of his member. It was almost painful the way he teased his tip, trying to pay attention to what you were about to say. He even held his breath, that and the expectation making him even more sensitive. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."
Fred was really thankful for the loud laughter of the group that followed your confession, because the minute he heard your sugary voice saying his name, it was too much. He came in his hand with a low grunt.
He didn't listen to anything said after that. He didn't move or took his hand off of his trousers. He was in shock. As much as he wanted that outcome, it felt unreal now that it happened. He had imagined how you would sound saying you fancied him, what words you would choose and what exactly would be the look on your face. But none of it compared to the reality of it all.
You, such a perfect picture of beauty, intelligence, kindness. The most incredible, endearing and angelical woman he had ever set his eyes upon, out of all people, wanted him.
Fred waited until you all had left to pick himself up from his spot on the floor and attempt to use some spells and his robes to hide the stain in his pants. He did a good job, it wasn't too noticeable, but deep down he didn't care. There was something, or rather someone, much more important in his mind.
He stood in front of the corridor where you had been just a few minutes before. "I guess Fred is kind of cute." That played in his head over and over again, like a broken record. And Fred definitely didn't want to fix it.
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OKAY A FELLOW SWIFTY I SEE
Okay here me out I need to express this with another SWIFTY
ALL THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE IS SO GOJO X READER CODED!!
Gege confirmed gojo was canon a player right??
He’s all about fuckboy life but THEN then he meets you and is so inlove he becomes so domestic and just <333
I NEEDED TO SHARE THIS WITH ANOTHER SWOFTY FOR YEARS OKAY THANKS BYE
every dead end street led you straight to me
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cw/tags: established relationship, first meeting, creepy guy at a club but he doesn't get very far because of unofficial bodyguard™ satoru, mostly just fluff and taylor references, little fun surprise at the very end in case it wasn't tooth-rotting enough
note: hi anon!!! first off, i'm so sorry this took so long to complete; i literally love aotgylb and so i was a little stumped for how to write this because it's just,,,,so him. i love him. i love taylor. i hope you love this lol. enjoy!!!
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“I really wish I found you sooner.”
“How so?”
“I wouldn’t have needed all that dumb shit with other girls if I knew you were waiting for me. All the lame fights, feeling alone even when I wake up next to someone. That dumb shit.”
“Who said I wasn’t doing dumb shit too?” You look at him with a sleepy smile, warm despite the biting chill of the early morning air. "You couldn't fathom how many boys I was crying in the bathroom about."
"Do you remember their names?"
"Of course not." While you press against the personal heater that is your boyfriend, the long-awaited sunlight starts to touch the very tips of the mountains before you. “You remember my first boyfriend, don’t you?”
“Mmm, yeah. The one from Kyoto that dropped out ‘cause he couldn’t stand being weaker than his partner,” he recalls. “He’s also the ugliest of your exes; it’s hard to forget him when I almost exorcized him before I met you.” You burst out laughing at the memory and a puff of your breath appears in front of your face. Satoru follows suit, exhaling a long breath and making boyish dragon noises. “See, aren’t I so much better?”
“Yes love, no one can compete with your dragon impressions,” you tease. With a shiver, you wrap your coat tighter around your body. “I won’t lie, though. My ass is freezing.”
“I was just about to say that,” he agrees, shifting uncomfortably on the stone bench. Even with the several layers of thermal long sleeves, jackets, and gloves, the winter weather seemed adamant on giving you frostbite. “Remind me to never suggest a sunrise hike ever again.” 
“But isn’t it romantic? Freezing our asses off and shit-talking our exes?” 
“I would not enjoy this if I was with anyone else,” he concludes. “That’s all I’ll say about that.”
“Fine, then go back to that other thing, the one about finding me sooner.” 
“Oh, that?” He pauses for a moment, jutting his lips to the side in deep thought. Spots of gold start to catch on his bright white hair, strikingly similar to the snow crunching under your boots. “I was just thinking how much time I wouldn’t have wasted if I simply found you sooner.”
“What do you mean, ‘found me?’” 
“I was searching for someone, you know, and I didn’t know what I wanted until I met you.” The corner of his mouth quirks as a memory pops into his mind. “Even though you hated me.”
“I did not hate you,” you argue in vain since you did, in fact, hate him when you first met him. In need of a new partner after your boyfriend (the ugly one, Satoru notes) fell ill the night before a mission, you considered feigning sickness yourself when you saw who the higher ups assigned. It was easier, logistically, to slap on the most powerful asset they had on a mission where a sorcerer dropped out, but it didn’t make him any less annoying when he picked you up at the airport. It was before the days of his current blindfold, when he wrapped strips of white linen over his eyes during the times he opted for no sunglasses. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t unnerve you, the way he navigated through the airport crowds as if his vision wasn’t impeded in the slightest. The aura that he emanated was intimidating and one of sheer power, but the goofy smile and melodic voice contradicted any assumptions you made about the strongest being alive. 
“Gojo Satoru?”
“That’s me. I like it when you say my name,” he drawls and you make a quiet gagging noise in your throat. 
“Please don’t ever say that again,” you say, walking in a random direction where you hope the driver is parked. To your embarrassment, you turn around to see him standing in the same spot, a smug grin on his face and a thumb pointing in the opposite direction. “I thought I read the lot was this way,” you mutter in irritation while he falls into step next to you. 
“Oh, it was,” he affirms and you stop mid-stride. The shit-eating expression on his face only grows wider when he senses your increasing annoyance. “But there’s a dango stand over here and you look like you could use a snack.” He was right, of course, but you didn’t admit it until much later in your relationship. The first twelve hours with him were painfully awkward, to say the least. You shoved dango in your mouth to avoid answering any questions about yourself and stared out the dark window of the car while he snuck glances at you in the backseat. After dropping your stuff at the hotel and slipping into nicer clothes, you walk out onto the crowded street to find Satoru waiting in a sleek-looking suit that would have the girls back home fainting on the spot. He opens the door with a flirty remark that you immediately tune out and you recheck the Cursed Tools in your clutch while he slides into the seat beside you. 
“You know your role?” 
“I’m a wealthy businessman gunning for the weapon with the blue handle,” he states confidently.
“Green handle, not blue.”
“What’s the difference?”
“One of them has an eons-old Curse stuffed into its hilt…and the other is blue.” He makes a small noise of amusement in his throat and you feel yourself relax a little bit more. “I’ll camp out at the bar and wait for the owner to make a move. Apparently, he’s the type to bite pretty easily if he sees something good-looking and alone. When he’s distracted, you grab the weapon. Got it?”
“Clear as crystal,” he says, swiping his tongue over his top lip absentmindedly. A serious look washes over his face, something in his head making his eyebrows draw together. “What if the guy starts getting handsy with you?”
“I’ll…handle it,” you reply slowly, slightly confused as to why he cares. “Just get the weapon, Gojo. You can stall or kill time however you want before that, but we don’t have the luxury of being able to make a mess.”
“Easier said than done,” he says quietly, “So, no promises.” 
It turned out that making messes was simply a part of Satoru’s daily routine. Perched on a bar stool and barely nursing a weak drink, you clearly saw what his idea of killing time was. Lean arms stretched over the back of an overstuffed corner booth in a corner of the club, pulling several nice-looking women into his side while they giggled in his lap. He’d swapped the strips of linen for an expensive pair of sunglasses and he peered over the rim at regular intervals to keep an eye on you. It made your heart pang just a little bit, seeing him easily attract girls to him like a magnet in a paper clip factory. There was no doubt that Gojo Satoru was attractive, yet every doubt existed in your mind as to whether you would ever have a chance with him. You didn’t mean to look so mopey and sad at the counter, but it seems to play to your advantage when the owner of the weapon creeps over with a sinister smile on his face. 
“Hello, dear,” he purrs and it takes all of your willpower not to slap him for looking at you like a pretty thing. “Nothing is sadder than a beauty at the bar, all alone.”
“And what were you going to do about it?” You drop the volume of your voice to an enticing volume, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 
“Inject a bit more excitement into your evening,” he replies daringly and the insinuation makes you nauseous. “That man, with the glasses? He broke your heart?” He leans on your shoulder and looks in the direction of your partner, the one who was supposed to be grabbing the weapon while you were busy being ogled by this narcissist. “You need to watch out for men like him, throwing around money and women like they’re of no value. Both have value. You have value.” Great, you groan in your head, he’s gross and a hypocrite, too.
“I wouldn’t say broke it,” you murmur mysteriously. “More like, doesn’t deserve it.”
“You’re feisty,” he observes. “I’m incredibly attracted to it.” Shit. On pure instinct, you feel your Cursed Energy flare up as his hand roams dangerously close to your thigh, sliding down your arm with a clammy palm. Despite not being a sorcerer, you know he feels the energy shift when his eyes dart up to yours not with lust, but suspicion. By some stupid twist of Fate, you’d blown your own cover. The weapon owner’s hand suddenly tightens around your wrist, chaining you to the bar counter. 
“Let go of me,” you order, completely rid of the stupidly airy voice and naive smiles. 
“What did you just–”
“My love, we’re leaving.” Elegant fingers effortlessly pry the man’s hand from your skin and toss them aside like garbage. You find your coat gently draped around your shoulders, and only then does he guide you up and away from the bar, with the weapon owner still gawking in his stool. Somewhere between your Cursed Energy flaring and the man grabbing your wrist, Satoru must have left his posse of gorgeous women to pull you out of your present situation. “Good?”
“Yeah,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed that he had to come in and save you. “Thanks for doing that, even though you had to leave your girlfriends.” 
“Of course. They never mean anything to me, nor do I mean anything to them,” he replies and it sounds genuine, without any sort of mockery or indication that he was holding it above your head. With one arm still wrapped around your shoulders, he calls the valet to retrieve the car and you find that you don’t mind him holding you close. “Nice play with the energy flare-up, by the way. That was really smart.”
“What do you mean?”
“Smoking out the weapon’s energy signature by making it butt against your own?” He shakes his head in disbelief, city lights catching in the lenses of his glasses. “Absolute genius.” 
“I…didn’t mean to do that,” you admit and he peers at you out of the corner of his vision. You didn’t know it yet, but to him, you looked prettier than any of the women he was surrounded by inside the club. “It was an accidental reflex when the guy went for my leg.”
“Want me to kill him?” You chuckle, but it dies away when you see the cold expression on his face, nothing like the playful and warm persona you’d just been speaking to. “Say the word and I’ll blow the place to pieces.”
“We’re not supposed to make a mess, remember?” 
“And I said no promises, remember?” He helps you into the passenger’s seat with a gentlemanly hand, shutting it after you before settling into the driver’s seat. “Either way, I got the weapon. It was in the guy’s pocket, not in the safe like we thought it would be. But, more importantly, you got out of that creep’s vicinity.” 
“I appreciate you looking out for me.”
“Anytime, pretty.”
“Don’t call me that,” you say firmly and he looks at you curiously. “What?”
“Why not?”
“I’m not interested in being your arm candy; I’m not that type of person.” He pauses for several long moments, stuck in deep thought.
“I didn’t realize I was the type of person to have arm candy,” he states quietly, like it was an epiphany as he pulled away from the club’s valet curb. 
“Something must be wrong with one of your Six Eyes, then, if you truly believe that,” you chuckle, trying to make the mood a little lighter. Yet, he’s still staring straight ahead with a frown on his face and a draw between his eyebrows. It was unsettling, to say the least. “Hey, I really didn’t mean any offense–”
“Let me try.”
“What?”
“Let me try,” he repeats with absolute determination. The streetlight casts his face in a dangerous shade of red.
“Try…what?” 
“To win you over. Teach you what forever feels like,” he answers and your head feels like it’s been submerged underwater, all noises suddenly becoming muddy and irrelevant. “Show you that I don’t think you’re just eye candy.” 
“What the hell are you playing at, Gojo?”
“I’m just tryin’ to show you that I’m not the playboy you have in your head,” he argues and it makes your cheeks heat. “Let me try. If I fail, I’ll go bald or something. Sorcerer's honor.” You burst out laughing, shaking your head in disbelief but feeling comfortable enough to take him up on the offer. Now, a few years and zero bald heads later, you were freezing your ass off with the man of your dreams on a mountain at six in the morning. 
Somehow, you both felt like you’d won the bet when he pulled out that box from his pocket and got down on one knee. 
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