#what he is saying from lip reading i promise

[itadoring]

Hii, can we have more of megumi and his little sister? they’re so cute🫶

Toji remains seated on the carpet with his children's small toy table in front of him, too small to allow him to even place both of his hands on it.

“What would you like to order sir?” asks Megumi holding a crayon and notepad full of drawings, and looks at his father with a serious expression, or at least tries to.

Toji parts his thin lips for a brief moment and looks at the paper with coloured lines that should, in theory, represent the menu of the well-known restaurant “Fushigurosʼ Restaurant”.

“Is it possible to have the special of the day?” he asks as he carefully searches for the right words and smiles, highlighting the scar on his right side.

With a quick nod of his head, Megumi walks over to his three-year-old sister and informs her of their customer's request. In response, the little girl turns to him, looks at him from head to toe with her big green eyes and shakes her head slightly, causing her black hair to move as well.

After this dramatic reaction, her brother goes to the table and reports the cook's reply. “Well, the dish of the day is made of,” he pauses briefly and pretends to read the note scribbled a moment before, “biscuits and water.” he finishes by flashing a smile.

“Biscuits and water?” repeats Toji and nods slowly. “Alright thank you.” he finally says and, again, Megumi walks over to his little sister.

The latter starts mumbling and with every word spoken her brother nods and agrees. Toji does not know exactly what the two are saying to each other but he can't help but smile.

“Oh, there's a tea party?” your voice catches the attention of the three raven-haired who turn towards you; your two children happily run over and hug you as if they haven't seen you in years while your husband remains seated next to the toy table.

“Mummy, Daddy has so many demands!” the little one complains and her lips form a pout as she looks towards her confused father.

I really apologise for the delay in posting this request, and so do all the others in the imbox. I took a break because I had to catch up with my studies and so I had absolutely no time to devote to tumblr (at least as far as writing is concerned).

I apologise again, and I promise to post the other requests you sent as well! Thank you very much for your understanding!

[shusora]

ACADEMIC WEAPON ! — GETO SUGURU

warning! this drabble contains smut (18+ content). minors do not interact. tags: college au + teasing, education while doing the nasty, squirting, explicit language

© shusora — do not copy, modify, or translate any of my works.

"s-suguru," you call out his name, your face flushed incarnadine as you feel his hands travel lower south. you didn't expect it, nor did you hate it – but, your grade is on the line here! you asked the model student and your boyfriend, geto suguru, to tutor you in the subject he knew best. however, all that led to was you pressed against his back while his large hands wandered out and about on your body.

"you're s'pposed to be helping me with physio..!" you whine beneath his teasing touches. "you're being so unfair right nowww."

"oh, but i am." suguru replies, his voice muffled as he presses his lips against the nape of your neck, licking against your soft skin; your breaths growing more heavy the more bold he becomes.

"you're struggling the most with the topic of hormones, no? i can help you with that first." your boyfriend sends you a close-eyed smile, the tips of his fingers tracing against the curves of your waist. you can only nod your head, anticipating his next actions with a coalescence of embarrassment and sheer arousal clouding your heavy gaze.

being an academic weapon can wait, for now.

as if suguru can read your mind, he says: "this is a part of the lesson, you should still focus and listen closely to what i'm about to teach you."

"ugh, fuck sugu. you're turning me on already." you whimper. the idea of your boyfriend teaching you physiology through means of sexual intimacy? at this point, you simply wanted to get fucked silly.

laughing, suguru shakes his head from behind you. "you still gotta focus, pretty girl. you need to get a seventy-five to pass the class, yeah?"

you roll your eyes, "and this is going to help me pass the class, sugu?"

"you always told me you were the type to learn things better hands-on," suguru said, "plus, i think i'm pretty good at teaching."

"you better not have been doing this type of teaching to other girls then," you huff and suguru laughs, embracing you from behind while he nuzzles his face against your neck. "i promise, you're the only one receiving this type of tutoring."

you laugh, but all that changed into an abrupt gasp when he slides his hand underneath your shirt and bra, his large hands cupping your breasts. you lean your head back against your boyfriend; you want to be closer to him; you want to feel more of him.

"i've only touched your breast and you're reacting like this already," geto coos in your ear, "you dirty girl."

suguru geto is the type of student that many parents would compare their children to; he's kind, ambitious, hard-working, and wickedly intelligent -- plus, he's got the looks that would make anyone swoon. however, albeit his angelic personality, you discovered shortly after dating him that he is a lot more perverted than you’ve initially thought.

you bite your lip, relishing in the pleasurable sensations from his light and teasing grazes. "did your professor teach you about the hormones released when you're feeling horny?"

"probably," you huff, "but it definitely isn't in the way you're describing it now."

"that's true," geto nods his head, "i'll make sure that you'll understand it better now."

flinching slightly, you glance down at his hands, which are sneaking underneath the soft fabric of your sweatpants; the pads of his fingers pressing against the dampened spot over your underwear.

"hm? look at this." geto pulls his hands away, revealing your wetness glistening on his fingertips. "i barely did anything and you're this wet for me."

your cheeks flush in sheer embarrassment, "t-that's because you're being a fuckin' tease!"

"there's three hormones that affect your sexual desire, and they're mainly responsible for the mess between your legs. not me." geto smiles as he ignores your words of dismay, there is a hint of mischievousness etched in his lips. "ingrain this in your mind. estrogen, progesterone, and testosterone."

estrogen, progesterone, and testosterone. you gulp softly and attempt to repeat those three hormones in your mind. estrogen, progesterone, and testosterone – they affect sexual desire and arousal. you are far too deep into relaying those three words into your mind to even notice his hands slowly sneaking back in underneath your shirt, catching you in surprise when the pads of his fingers suddenly rub against your erect bud. you squeak your boyfriend's name in surprise.

you can feel his warm and heavy breaths from the nape of your neck, and you absolutely cannot deny that those three hormones: estrogen, progesterone and testosterone are doing the absolute most between your legs.

"remember what prolactin is?" geto questions you, his breath warm against your neck as he continues to tease your erect nipples; his fingertips softly twirling the little buds. you squeeze your legs together and close your eyes shut. "i-it's the hormone responsible for l-lactation – that's too easy."

"good girl, seems like i don't need to teach you about that after all." geto praises you, giving you a small peck on the cheek; his hands trailing lower and lower, and you rush to remove your sweatpants before his hands can reach your underwear.

"cutie is already waiting for a reward, how adorable."

"am not! for your information, i'm just making it easy access."

"hmm. whatever you say." geto says in a soft sing-song tone before bringing his hands to stretch your legs apart, locking your legs in place with his feet. "say, do you remember what the three hormones responsible for arousal are? tell me right now."

"estrogen," you begin, but your voice takes a slight pause when you feel his index finger sliding underneath your underwear; your breath then begins to hitch. his thick and long finger slides against your slick folds, he still awaits your answer. "there's two more, my love."

"p-progesterone," you continue, but this time you're beginning to lose control with your voice; your breath growing all the more shaky and heavy as he prods the tip of finger in and out of your gaping hole. you attempt to stifle a moan when he enters his whole index finger inside, relishing in the way he stretches your walls. "hahhhh," you sigh against his touch, "a-and t...testoster...one – AH!"

your answer is immediately rewarded with his other hand pressed against your clit, rubbing firm circles as he fucked your walls with his index and middle finger from the opposite hand. a string of moans fall past your lips, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as geto's pace with his fingers remains relentless. if he keeps up with this pace, you're convinced he's going to make you cum fast.

"you're soaking my fingers so well, my pretty girl."

you throw your head back against geto's chest, looking up at him with a pleading look in your eyes, your lips swollen from you constantly biting down on them to control the load moans that threaten to leak past your lips.

"tell me what you're feeling right now, my love." geto's says, his voice low in a whisper – yet you can tell how aroused he is; the look in his eyes says it all.

"i-i feel so fucking good, sugu – i wan' more." you moan, rocking your hips desperately against his fingers.

"yeah?" geto smirks, flicking his finger softly yet rapidly against your swollen clit; he revels in the way your walls clamp down on his fingers immediately in response and you hum desperately. "i need your dick inside me, suguruuu. please."

"as much as i wanna give it to you especially since you asked me so nicely, our lesson is still ongoing."

this fucking guy.

"t-there's no way im going to retain information anyway since we're doing these things," you complain, "i want you so badly, sugu."

"eh? but you were doing such a great job earlier, my love. i'll pleasure you good once we're all done, okay?"

you can barely pay attention to his words, your body thrashing against his as you feel your release nearing.

"when you orgasm, a hormone called oxytocin gets released. that same hormone produced in the hypothalamus gets released even when you kiss someone you love." those words slip past geto's mouth as if it were honey, and his face nears yours. "if you were paying attention instead of looking so dazed, i'm sure you'll be able to repeat the words i had just said."

"you're going to be the death of me," you whine, feeling the frustrated tears well up in your eyes. you want to get dicked down so bad, but this man still wants to teach you about hormones while fingering the hell out of you?! "the hy..pothalamus produces a hormone called oxy..oxytocin that gets released after kissing someone a-and after an orgasm."

geto curls his fingers inside you, and you curl your toes immediately as a cry slips past your lips. "o-oh my g-god. f-feels so good...!"

he absolutely loves the way you crumble underneath his touches; the way you get so needy and desperate for him is enough to rile him up like crazy, but playing with you is far too much fun.

"do you think your oxytocin levels will spike up like crazy when we do this?" questions geto, and before you are able to mutter a single response – the merciless pace of his fingertip flickering against your swollen clit paired with his fingers curling inside your pussy has your whole entire body spasming against his broad chest, while your lips are covered with his lips; geto's tongue intertwined with yours to mask the plethora of moans that are about to erupt from your mouth.

you feel as though your brain is about to go numb from the immense pleasure you're going through – your legs are locked in place with his feet as his hands pleasing you the way he knows best while his soft lips are locked into yours; the subtle taste of the mint bubblegum he threw out moments ago lingers on your lips. you feel it coming, your release; the warmth broiling in the pits of your lower abdomen is becoming too much for you too bear – especially with how your boyfriend is pleasing you, you are more than certain that something more is threatening to erupt.

the sounds of lips smacking against one another paired with muffled moans and the lewd noises of his fingers doing their work on your slick pussy resonates across the bedroom. you can feel his erection twitching from behind you, but as much as you want to touch him down there – he simply won't allow you, at least not yet. you grind your ass against the tent beneath his sweatpants softly, and he groans against your lips.

"you're getting so fuckin' tight around my fingers, my love." geto smirks against your lips, his fingers continuing to curl against your sweet spot as you roll your eyes back in immense pleasure. "you like it when i rub your clit and finger you while i make out with you? you're such a needy fuckin' girl."

"i-i'm s-so close, sugu," you whimper out, "i-im gonna cum – i'm gonna cum...!"

you grip tightly onto your boyfriend's thigh, your back arched as your orgasm finally washes over you; spurts of liquid leaving your pussy with each thrust geto's fingers fucked into you, forming a small puddle beneath your trembling legs.

"hah," you breathe heavily, leaning your head against his chest as he whispers words of praise, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck and collarbone. “o-oxytocin… hormone released after… hah…coming”

"that's my good fuckin' girl," geto coos in your ear, and his low voice immediately shoots arousal down your heat once more. you reach your hand out to the large bulge tucked beneath his sweatpants, but geto stops you with a teasing grin.

"let's start with the actual lesson now. what happened just now was merely a warm-up."

[wonton4rang]

What would bnd be like as fwb?? 🤔

oh my fucking god you are CRAZY but i think about fwb bnd EVERY SINGLE DAY, at least once, at least one member but EVERYDAY. so watch me rant about it below 😭

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut.

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sungho; i don't see him being the typical fwb tbh, idek how you got him like that but if he is, i see him being this type of loner that no one would ever think is being someone's fwb, he's the type to give married vibes so it's not something usual to see him being a fwb. he would be loyal asf, you guys are just fucking but he ain't even looking to anyone else cause he's just that respectful. he would be the type to say a simple "hi" to you when you meet in public with a soft smile, you automatically receiving a text after he went out fo your sight saying "you look so beautiful today, as always". but he wouldn't be confusing tho, you guys would have things clear which is good to avoid any hard feelings.

riwoo; everyone, and i mean EVERYONE, will know you guys have something going on, the only reason they wouldn't specifically go for fwb is because they think sanghyeok has never seen a pussy before. he looks like a lost puppy behind you all the time so they know that he either likes you or you are leading him on. funny how he fucks the shit out of you while he lets out little whines "you feel so good, so warm" he would have a thing for fucking from behind, your ass pressing against his pelvis and you just know he's gonna loose it when his hands hold your boobs and his lips just keep kissing your ear and softly moaning.

jaehyun; contrary to sanghyeok, no one knows y'all have a thing, not because he's good at hiding it but because he's just always joking around and flirting with everyone and everything. i see you getting into an argument with him because of this too, it gets to a point where you don't feel comfortable knowing he's fucking and kissing others as well, he would just excuse himself by saying you guys are not dating so there's no exclusivity involved. was he a bitch? yes, were you going to leave him because of that? no. you loved every moment you spent together and he was so loving when he wanted to that even if it crossed your mind leaving a thousand times, a thousand and one times you'll stay.

taesan; dongmin is not a very clingy person, not even during an stablished relationship, let alone when he's just fucking you sometimes. the lack of response, of affection, of sympathy would be driving you nuts, but when you finally meet in person he's such a sweetheart that you just forget you were mad at him and let him do whatever he wants to do with you. he is VERY misleading, he would say a few lies to keep you close, making promises he doesn't keep but he still has you wrapped around his finger. he would be a little bit rough during sex but even if he's a bitch, he would make you feel good and take care of you afterwards. one of the main reasons of your confusion was that he acted like your boyfriend in private, being jealous over stuff and telling you you're his, only to ignore you in person and don't even read your messages.

leehan; the most misleading one by far. he would act like your boyfriend fr, say cute things to you, wink at you if he ever sees you in public, takes pictures with you, asks you out for dinner at his place without actually fucking you afterwards. all this for him to break your heart when you see him flirting with another girl at the library, getting close to him to ask what's going on and only earning a bad look before he held the other girl's hand and got away from there. he would drop by your place that night and tell you how much he cares about you and how sorry he is, kissing your tears away and making love to you in such a sweet way that you forgot everything he did before. he would stay with you overnight and you would wake up in his arms, only to see him back to normal, barely looking at you before he picked up his things and left you alone. at least he doesn't run away in your sleep and kisses you goodnight.

[lovingache]

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐞"

summary: just some oikawa fluff tbh <3 these are just cute little headcanons i wanted to write down because it wouldn't leave my brain. smitten!oikawa x nerdy!gn!reader (also ik i have so many fics to finish im so sorry i'm literally playing volleyball and hiking every single week in between work and everything else! i will get to it all i promise!) warnings: none! word count: 1.0k words

was listening to so high school by taylor swift thinking of smitten!oikawa x nerdy!reader because of the line "you know how to ball, i know aristotle" and i'm just <3333

smitten!oikawa who would attend all of your debates, mathlete competitions, essay readings, poetry slams, whatever it was that you were doing for your thousandth extra curricular in between uni classes, he is SAT. whether there are 10 people in attendance or 100, he makes sure to show up for you as excited and supportive as you are for his volleyball games.

he thinks you're the cutest when you're in the zone, chewing on that adorable bottom lip he loves to nip at when kissing you while you think. he makes sure to tell people loudly that you're with him, that he's your boyfriend, and that you're the smartest person he's ever met.

one time, he showed up with noise makers for a debate and you had to stifle a laugh every time he hollered your name while using the teal-coloured clappers he'd kept from his high school volleyball days to make sure you could hear him over the large audience. his face, determined to cheer you on as he stood, all 6 feet of him towering over the audience of stuffy academics, was on full display as he wore a headband that had your name on it. it didn't matter to him if everyone else thought he was doing too much, all that mattered was your toothy grin as you bit back your laugh— relaxing under the mounting pressure of the stage lights as you come up to debate the final topic of the night. he rushes up to you immediately after your univerisity's named the winner, hugging you and cradling you against him as if you'd run a triathlon, cupping your face to give you a tender kiss as he celebrates you.

smitten!oikawa who thinks the world of you and finds any reason to come over to your dorm after volleyball practice to "study" (he just wants an excuse to be around you and kiss you until your lips are swollen)— "sorry, baby! you just look so hot when you're concentrating, you bite your lip and everything and, fuck, does this reading reealllyy need to be done by tonight?"

smitten!oikawa who'll sneak you into the volleyball courts after practice just to show you what he's working on, practicing there for hours or until you two get caught while you work on your assignments. he just loves having you around there, it makes him feel more at home in a space that can often feel combative for him, whether he's teaching you the basics of volleyball so you can hit them back and forth with him or you're doing your readings on the court as he practices serves. the grin he has widens when you tell him one day that listening to his footsteps as he practices helps you concentrate, and he promises to sneak you in even more. smitten!oikawa who loves that you know what to do if he ever has an injury, calling you all sorts of nicknames like "my cute nurse" or "my pretty doc" while you snort at his giddiness at having your hands on him.

smitten!oikawa who knows at this point which exact floor, room, and table you're at in the library at any given hour. always excited to bound over, sometimes dragging iwa with him, just to drop off your favourite drink and watch you study for a little until iwa tells him off for being a weirdo. "i'm not being a weirdo! i'm admiring my lovely, adorable, smart—" he's cut off by iwa saying goodbye to you as he drags toru off to practice lest they be late again because your boyfriend is wrapped around your finger.

smitten!oikawa who will use any excuse to ask you about something he's curious about. loving how you almost always seem to know what he's talking about or, if you don't, how easily you admit your lack of knowledge in that area, offering to help him look things up to satiate his curiosity. smitten!oikawa who loves to do this around people just so he can wrap his arm over your shoulders, grinning and bragging about how smart you are. smitten!oikawa who can't read anything without asking you a question just to get your attention on him for even a second, who will ask for a random fact, for help on a crossword puzzle, for the correct spelling of something— going so far as to call you for the most minute things that you know he knows but he can't help it. he just loves hearing your voice.

smitten!oikawa who gets all pouty and whiny whenever you have to leave his place early to tutor first years because you're a TA— "you should be tutoring me instead!" who rolls his eyes and huffs when you giggle at his whininess and only relents to let you go from his grasp when you promise him that you'll be back early and you two can go on a date, no distractions, no tutoring, just you two. who will grin and kiss you hard at the promise, his hand cradling the back of your neck firmly so he can get his fill of you.

smitten!oikawa who surprises you at your graduation despite having left for Argentina a month ago with a massive bouquet of flowers for you and an even bigger smile on his face as he hollers your name while you cross the stage. oikawa who savours the shock and delight on your face, the slight blush at the unexpected visit from him, and the tears in your eyes when you realize he'd made sure to book the day off just to watch you walk the stage— missing a game, something he swore he'd never do. oikawa who envelops you easily in his arms as you run to him, lifting you with an ease you've only ever known from him as you giggle into his hair. who kisses you tenderly, brushing stray hair from your face, fixing your cap as he moves your tassle over to the correct side, and murmurs, "congratulations, baby. wouldn't have missed it for the world. you kidding me? my beautiful, smart, darling is getting a stadium of people clapping and cheering for them for being the smartest person here and you think i'm gonna miss that for anything?"

[vodika-vibes]

Hey !🌸🌸 can you please write something about

,, what made them fall in love with you“

It doesn’t really matter who it is about but since I’m a Wolffe fangirly it would be really nice to read something about him 🩷 and crosshair , Rex as well thank u 🌸

What Made Them Fall In Love

Pairings: Commander Wolffe x Reader, Captain Rex x F!Reader, TBB Crosshair x F!Reader, ARC Trooper Echo x Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I added Echo to make the number even, lol. I hope you don't mind. Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it!

Commander Wolffe

Your fingers tangle in his hair as Wolffe dances with you around the living room. The music is quiet and slow, and his heart beats steadily against the palm of your hand, which is resting on his chest. 

He gazes down at you with his mismatched eyes, and you offer him the warmest smile as you lean in and brush your lips against his with a content sigh.

“That was a heavy noise, cyare.” Wolffe murmurs as he leans in and bumps his forehead against yours.

“A happy noise,” You reassure, “I’ve never been so happy in my life.”

He chuckles, “I’m glad to hear it.”

The pair of you fall into a comfortable silence for a moment. “Wolffe?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you choose me?” You ask, it has been weighing on your mind for a while.

He looks confused for a  moment, and then he smiles and cups your face with his hands, the dance slowing to a stop, “The first time we met, you punched someone for calling me a meat droid.” There’s something painfully fond on his face, “It was that fire, that passion, that drew me to you. But it was your heart that made me love you.”

You beam at him, “I love you too.”

He chuckles, his hands falling back to your waist, “Good. Now, I’m not done dancing with you. Come here.”

A giggle falls from you as he tugs you against his body, and you eagerly go with him.

Captain Rex

“You’re back!” A delighted laugh falls from her lips as she throws herself into his already open arms.

Rex catches her with ease, lifting her up and spinning her around, before pulling her into a tight hug, “I am back.” He replies, his voice muffled by her hair, “Stars, I’ve missed you.”

Her arms tighten around his neck and she shifts to rub her cheek against his, “If you had told me that you were coming back, I would have prepared better!”

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up,” Rex replies, his arms sliding under her thighs to support her weight as he walks into the apartment and blindly hits the door control panel to shut and lock the door behind him.

She isn't paying any attention to that, though, as her hands are framing his face, and she’s scanning his face looking for any new scars or bruises. 

“I’m alright, sweet girl,” He promises, and she smiles down at him.

“Maybe I just want to look at my handsome man,” She teases, “I missed you so much.” She lightly rubs his cheeks with her thumbs, “Oh, but I don’t have any food-”

Rex’s smile softens, and he pulls her into a deep kiss. This, right here, is why he fell in love with her in the first place. Her compassion, her love, the way she wants him around.

He’d burn Coruscant to the ground if she asked him.

But for now, for now he’ll just kiss her.

Crosshair

Crosshair’s gaze is soft as he peers up at her, his hand warm as it presses against her cheek. The sun of Pabu is hot, bearing down on both of them, but he doesn’t mind.

“You’re staring,” She says as she positions herself so that her head is hovering over his.

“I can’t help it.” He murmurs, “You’re gorgeous.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’re not too bad yourself,” She teases, leaning in and kissing him softly, gently. As though afraid that her lips would break him.

He loves that about her, it’s why he fell in love with her in the first place. Because she looked at him and didn’t just see the soldier, the sniper, the asshole. She saw the man who needed a little softness, and was more than happy to give it.

Crosshair smiles at her.

“What?”

“I love you.”

She ducks her head, seemingly embarrassed about his words. “I love you too.”

“Enough to marry me?”

Her head snaps up, surprise clear on her face, and then warmth crosses her face, “Nothing would make me happier.”

ARC Trooper Echo

Echo’s arm is tucked under his head as he lays on the couch. You’re straddling his hips, your hands resting on his bare chest for balance, and he’s grinning at you.

“Well, what do you think?” Echo asks.

You glance at his face, and then drag your gaze down to his chest. There’s his skeletal hand tattooed on the right side of his chest, his symbol, how people recognize him when he’s in armor. 

It’s not a new tattoo.

The new part is the delicate flowers twined around the skeletal hand. Flowers that you're named after. Lightly, you trace one of the vines of ivy, “You did this for me?”

“Partly, but mostly for myself.” Echo places his hand over yours and moves both of them so they’re resting over his head, “I like being able to look at my tattoo and remember you. Your voice, your smile, your eyes, your lips-”

Slowly, he pulls you down so that he’s able to catch your lips in a kiss. And that single kiss turns into two, three, four-

“I have loved you since the moment we first met.” Echo whispers against your lips, “Since the day you looked at me and saw me, and not just another clone.”

You smile against his lips and kiss him again. You could kiss him forever and never grow tired of it.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy, cyare.” Echo promises. “I swear it.”

[inumakis-boo]

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synopsis ␥ you give toge inumaki your phone number, and you become addicted to your phone, and him (for all good reasons). major fluff + friends ↝ lovers.

version one out of three. Enjoy!

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When you first started texting toge inumaki, if you were totally honest, you werent entirely sure how it was going to go.

You had only caught the subtle hints of his personality during the rare times you saw him in person- and obviously, it was through tone and face expression, becaude most other ways well were.. not optional.

So.. when you finally got the courage to write down your number on a slip of a yellow post-it note, you didn't know exactly what to expect. Just because you thought he might be a cool guy, doesn't mean he might feel the same about you. He may be cool only around people he is used to training with, or is in the same field-level at him.

But his eyes grazed over the neat handwriting (you mustve written the same note about six different times before handing it over), and his looked back at you with smiling eyes, and a thumbs up.

you tried not to wait up all night for the text- why were you so nervous? it was just a phone number, you had given it to everyone basically on campus. he was just the last one.. because you were too nervous to actually give it over.

the phone had dinged you awake from an after school nap, and you groggily picked it up, expecting nothing more than the student group-chat aruging again, but found an unsaved number with nothing more than-

UNSAVED NUMBER: it's inumaki, you gave me ur phone number the other day

UNSAVED NUMBER: idk if you remember haha srry if this is bothering u but i didnt see u at dinner, did u eat?

you try your best to blink out of the sleepiness from your eyes, trying to gauge what you wanted to say.

YOU: hi, and no i didnt forget 🤙🏻

YOU: no i was sleeping, i mustve missed it oops

He had read it almost immediately, which was.. honestly refreshing.

UNSAVED NUMBER: we thought so, so i hope you enjoy whats outside ur door

What? Outside the door? You climbed out of bed, and slowly creeped the door open-

Nobody was out here? Was someone supposed to be coming?

You look down the hall both ways before looking down. A small bag, tied closed, sitting perfectly infront of your door. When you pick it up, the bag is still warm, so it must not have been there for too long.

When you return to your phone, you see even more messages.

UNSAVED NUMBER: everyone thought it was a good idea so you dont miss dinner cause we be doing too much shit to miss out on food

He was right about that one; the days of training and missions had not gotten any easier, and energy was too important to start losing.

YOU: thank you, but how did you know where my room was?

UNSAVED NUMBER: tis a secret

UNSAVED NUMBER: wait that sounds horrible i promise im not a stalker

UNSAVED NUMBER: i just asked someone if they knew

YOU: that kinda sounds like what a stalker would say T-T

UNSAVED NUMBER: NOOOO IM SORRY forget what i said, eat well pls, gn!!

Ah, so under his collar, he was just.. a normal guy.

A funny one at that, with a personality? Nearly shocking for boys your age. The food was good too, with the

When you tell Itadori about last nights dinner, he raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"Huh, he made you that?" He asks, lips pursed a little. "Thats cool."

"What did everyone else have?" You ask him, as you two both put on your shoes from the school lockers.

"Inumaki made a different dish, a soup."

You had nothing like that- you got salmon and onigiri.

"Huh, thats not surprising." He says after you tell him, "Thats his favorite."

He.. had made you his favorite? and like.. actually made it for you, not just bought whatever from a store. He made something completely different- lighter accounting it being almost bedtime?

So.. he was considerate too.

—

After that, it didn't take long for the messages began to roll back and forth.

What turned from appreciation for his cooking, turned into meme sharing and tiktok sending, then.. into photos, of homework, of a cat brushing up against his leg on the street, a aisle of snacks, asking for what you want. In return, he got imessage games, where he would never lose, opinions on video games and shows, and hypothetical questions about his curse.

YOU: so lets say ur playing a video game

INUDUMBASS: which one

YOU: literally not important, anything competitive

YOU: anyways, ur playing right in a voice chat

INUDUMBASS: yes go on 🙄

YOU: and you start losing, can you say anything

INUDUMBASS: i try not to actively kill people on the mic so no

INUDUMBASS: it will still go through 100%

YOU: nobody said u had to tell someone to do that 😭

INUDUMBASS: clearly you have not been around anybody who is losing in a game before

YOU: god are u rlly that cringy??

INUDUMBASS: are you just finding this out??

INUDUMBASS: and no, i wouldn't ever do that kind of thing, i do have self-control, yknow

YOU: mhm totally

And maybe he did for online players, but he would not hesistate to make the phone drop out of your hands in the lunch room as you two played 8-ball from opposite sides of the table, just to fuck up your aim as you made a winning shot, turning the game over to his benefit.

It's okay, because you got your revenge pulling out the chair from underneath him, and watching him smack his ass on the hard school-floor, and resist not cursing in pain. He would still smile at you- eventually afterwards. He would roll his eyes, but accept the fair play anyways.

It was painfully obvious to everyone else that you two had something going on.

And maybe you didn't realize how much you were admiring him until the personality in his messages shone in him in reality.

Of course, communication was inconvenient but Inumaki wasn't dumb. One eye look told you everything you needed to know. He would snicker at Itadori's occasional mishap while training, then immediately lock in for his own, all the while never sending a mishaped word out of his mouth. And never using more of his curse than needed. Everyone knew he was trustworthy.

Nearly once a day, if he could, he made food (you thought about the first time he made it for you, specially for you, and it makes all his food taste even sweeter) and you watched everyone enjoy it, then noticed as he helped clean up- even though Maki and Megumi urged him to sit. Self-less, kind.

It was really the time on a friday night, after such a long week that everyone decided to ditch the movie theater to instead use the lounges tv (thanks to gojo, was totally decked out for the students), that maybe you start to notice Inumaki- really notice him.

You had been sitting on the food at one end of the long couches, as Toge sat at the other end, his legs draped over the arm rest as he rested his right side against the backrest.

You honestly don't know why you even kept on looking- it wasn't even that serious of a movie, yet he was so intently watching, sweatshirt not big enough to cover the usual half of his face, revealing the thin inky marks on his cheeks, leading to his lips.

He was biting the inside of his lower lip as he watched, probably an old habit back from when he was a kid- he had always been like this, he mentioned once. His arms were lazily crosed, and even his hair had been pushed so strands flicked upwards in tusseled ccondition. His greyish-violet eyes were reflecting all the action scenes, so relaxed but also, analyzing.

For the briefiest moment, you wished it was you that was sitting next to him, not Maki.

Or, the rest of the night, as you tried to focus on the movies, with your arms wrapped around your knees.

It was so odd to think weeks had passed, and suddenly, a boy that you had never known before and were scared to know, had become such a phenomenon in your life. A sustainable source of kindness and excitement that came from a boy that didn't even speak full sentences.

He made your heart flutter. As embarssing as it is. Would probably say it was embarssing, if he knew. Not like it was really ever that serious, right?

You two were friends, maybe an odd pair, but at the very least, very good classmates, and at the best, two people that loved to bully each other and talk even when words were a non-possibility.

—

TOGE: hey btw, you looked great tn.

YOU: lmao i looked like a bum

TOGE: well even if you did, it looked cute

TOGE: anyways, ima going tobed, im sleepy,, night night

was this really all in your head?

YOU: night night, toge :)

TOGE: :)))

It had to be.

The next morning was going to prove difficult for that insanity plea;

TOGE: i have nothing planned for today

YOU: you should be studying 😭

TOGE: nah, i should be hanging out with you

YOU: this is hanging out with me

TOGE: no like, hang out hang out

YOU: where? its too hot outside today

TOGE: in my dorm then?

YOU: with who?

TOGE: with you??

TOGE: At six, you should come hang with me, itll be fun

You swallow as you look down at your phone screen, and take your bottom lip between your teeth. That same feeling was coming back, but not out of any of the reasons before. This felt different. An excited giddiness with freckles of nervousness.

YOU: as long as you got the snacks, i wont miss it

TOGE: ill buy the whole store for you

Ahaha.. so funny right?

Somehow, it was starting to feel like the real joke was how well you were fooling yourself into thinking this was just friendly banter.

You found yourself showering and picking out a comfy outfit, braiding your hair and carefully selecting a perfume. You nearly caught yourself trying to replay the memory of getting dressed the night of the movie-party.

"hey btw, you looked great-"

You wish he could tell you to just stop thinking, would be doing you a huge solid. Especially as you approach his room, which you had found yourself wondering what was on the other side, when the boy stepped out from the door frame.

"Konbu." He waved, with a warm smile. His hair was pushed back from his face a little, and he had a white sleepshirt on, with some baggy grey sweatpants.

"Hi, Toge." You had never really called him by his first name before, and if he thought negatively, the small smile reaching his eyes disobeyed the thought.

He stepped aside and let you take your first look into the room- maybe you had not thought about it so hard, but it somehow made sense.

Band posters on some of the walls, poor taken photos of the second years and first years all together taped there too, an occasional plant dangling off a book shelf or window sill, a dresser, a little worn with character, sits nearby with a tv angled on its edge, towards the bed for easy viewing. A PS4 sits behind it, along with a headset, with the mic turned away from the front.

He has books sitting on his desk, an old fashioned hand-carry radio sits on one of its edges, and it makes for also a side table to his bed, sitting on a metal bedframe with blankets and infamous navy bedsheets.

Its springing with his character, and the smell of a refreshing cologne is in the air- the same type she would catch sometimes lingering as he walked by.

"Its not what I expected."

He walked by her to sit at his spinning desk chair, turning to face her. "Salmon?" He inquires.

"Well yeah, its just your style. With the uniform and your curse, it might not be so obvious to other people who don't know you."

He leaned back in the chair and looked up interestedly at the ceiling. Was that rude to say?

He takes out his phone, and a quick second later, presents the phone screen to you, opened to the notes app.

/i never thought abt it like that/

/well, i mean, i have but im glad you understand it, kinda impressive that you figured it out/

/or im just easily readable/

"That would be a good thing, right?" You leave the phone screen on, but puts it away from your view. "That your friends get to read you, despite everything. That means youve gotten good at what you do.."

Toge's lips quirk to one side as he thinks, and your eyes watch as his marks follow the corners.

He raises his hand to get a wishy-washy motion, and you furrow your brows. When he types, he stops you from picking up your phone aswell, only to present what hes wrote in the text box.

/Well, kinda. no matter what I do to express myself, its kinda hard to be fully understood. i miss out on a huge part of everyday life, even if people understand what idea im trying to get across, its atypical./

/no amount of tone or facial expression can amount to words and their complex meanings. i think i am actually really lucky that my curse does not extend to messages- i think id be screwed./

"I don't think its too different to what people really feel like though." You explain to listening ears. "Most people felt like they aren't totally understood, that people just don't get them totally.. but I understand that, you don't have much of a choice, and we take advantage of what we can do sometimes."

You watch his face change a little to settle on your features more- and you feel yourself being pulled into his attention.

"I think even if your curse had taken away your ability to communicate in ways you do now, youre still worth knowing, Toge. I think everyone agrees."

His eyes soften, and it nearly strikes your heart into a million pieces. His smile too, could he be anymore cute? He wasn't hiding it this time. He shows how much he appreciates your words in the flush of his cheeks and the way his palms meet together.

He lets out a relaxing sigh, and looks away, then his eyes light up to bags sitting by the bedside.

"Sujiko." He urges to look, pointing to the grocery bag, which seems to be loaded with stuff. You walk closer and grab it, then find yourself sitting down quietly on the side of his bed.

The bag is full of snacks and drinks, some previously mentioned in chats, like he had written them all down, and got them for you to see.

"You bought the whole store, huh?" You raised an eyebrow playfully.

A grin and a happy thumbs up in return.

As promised.

You spend the next few hours bambling about his bedroom, looking through all the semi-decent hidden school papers, and letting him explain all the pictures on the wall.

He explained things thoroughly, like each detail was inside of him, kept for safekeeping. His eyes would light up in such appreciation, and it almost felt natural when you were caught in his gaze. Like he could keep you for safekeeping too.

Of course, his PlayStation was clean and ready for use, and by the time you two had gotten the controllers out and opened Ramune bottles, the sunlight was long gone. Outside was quiet, but you two didn't care much as you two sat together, him letting you sit on the bed while he took the floor. Glaringly bright flashes of action splattered against the postered walls, and more than once, your playful nudge with your foot against his arm to mess up caused much whining and laughter alike.

His laughter was like an entirely different language, speaking of his delight. It was not a rarity, but still a treasure. It is infectious and only serves to remind you that he is just a teenager, and he is having so well-deserved fun.

Eventually, Maki knocked against the wall and shouted through muffled barriers "Inumaki, be quiet, I am trying to sleep!" the sound alarmed them both, but only created further snickering.

But, they turned off the game in a half-apology and instead put on some horror flick that was on a student-shared Hulu account, and you both settle down eating gummi worms and flavored popcorn.

Maybe it was being distracted by having such a good time, it takes the calm before the storm of the horror movie to realize Toge and you have gotten really comfortable on his bed, backs against his pillows. They smell like his shampoo.. or maybe you are just close enough to smell it off of him. It's soft, comfortable, and clean, and something new to your senses.

He is warm, you can tell. His body is close enough, legs crossed as they lay straight down on top of the duvet, but his arm supports his head, and is behind you on the pillow. He seems semi-entertained (of course, you had challenged him to watch a horror movie.. but maybe challenging a Jujutsu Sorcerer to not get scared was faulty logic. There were scarier things than makeup and bad wigs.)

You didn't wanna look at your phone- you didn't want to see the time and be guilty for staying so long, you knew it must be close to midnight. Would he tell you that you should go to sleep? Would he bring you back to your dorm and say goodbye at the door?

Ignoring the time for the sake of Toge's soft cologne and sheets? Sounded pretty selfish, although it made your stomach flutter.

"Am I keeping you awake?" It comes out as a whisper, and you lean in closer.

"Bonito flakes." He whispered back swiftly with a head shake no, tearing his eyes from the screen to you. He smiles a little, charmingly, as the flecks of violet in his eyes flash with the TV screen. This was the first time you saw them in all their detail, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

When you both turn away from each other, you can feel his arm shift from his face, and around the pillow you were laying on. It makes you shift inevitably closer.

His shirt bunches towards the side he is lying on, revealing the sliver of skin between the hem and the top of his sweatpants, toned and pale in the soft light. You try not to stare.

It makes you think. Was thing.. flirting?

Was the attraction to the cursed speech user simmering ever since the first message? Since the first time you saw him at the beginning of the school year?

Would anybody blame you? All those times when there was nothing to be scared of when he proved nothing less than just a great friend, kind, playful, selfless, and strong?

You knew that would never change- for as long as he was here and breathing. He wanted everyone to know that's who he was.

Who would blame you, as you let the feeling ride with sliding your hand to the middle of his chest? His white sleepshirt is soft after many rounds of wash, but what is even better is resting your cheek against his shoulder, right at the top where his arm meets, and you can feel his eyes glance at you. It feels like such a relief, although you wonder if this is really normal to be happy about.

"Is this okay?" You whisper.

In response, his hand slips away from the distance on the pillow behind you, and the pads of his fingers rest on your arm, hugging you slightly closer.

"Mhm." He hums in approval quietly, and his fingertips graze your soft skin, up and down slowly. "Salmon."

This tango had endured until the near end of the movie, yet you could barely pay attention to any of the plots because Toge was holding you so securely, and letting you trace circles on the middle of his chest, and the sound of his deep breaths were overtaking your thoughts anyways rather than the fake monster on screen.

You are nearly ready to close your eyes, when you can feel a squeeze on your arm, and when you open your eyes, you can see the same notes app in dark mode, with something written out.

/Are you tired?/

"N-No, not yet." You look at the time at the top of the screen. 12:49 am.

He seems amused by that, raising an eyebrow.

"You're just comfortable." You say as you both totally ignore the last few minutes of the movie. "It's nice being with you."

Toge looks at you like he wants to say something, pursing his lips as he smiles and glances away for a moment.

Is your heart racing? This is the best you've felt in weeks. Why does it feel like your stomach is fluttering?

He presents his notes again, and you honestly wish he could say them himself.

/When we first met, I honestly wouldn't think we would be so close. I am really happy we are. I feel like now is a good time to tell u, since we are alone./

Your cheeks feel like they are burning, and its your turn to look away in feble attempt to hide the flush arising.

"I am happy too." You begin to explain, "You're.. you're fun and kind.. you have always been so nice to me and listen to me snore on about classes and training. You watch all the stupid tiktoks I send you and ask for my opinions. I always feel like you notice everything and youre trustworthy. I can.. only hope that I am half as genuine to you as you are to me."

Toge nods in confirmation. It makes you feel like you're on fire, and the background music with the black credits screen cannot even pull your attention from him.

His chest was rising and falling right below your fingertips, and his face slowly focused on you, the tension feels so good and thick, that you honestly wonder how much longer you will convince yourself that normal friendships feel like this.

He was always honest with you. He deserved it in return, but it might be the most vulnerable you've been in years. He deserved that too- he had never held anything back.

"I think I like you."

The words leave your mouth before you even have a chance to smack yourself into reality. Instead, they sit between the darkness and him.

"More than just being friends."

His grip loosens just a tad, and panic seems to run through your body- he was not interested, you had completely misunderstood the situation.

"I-Im sorry-" You take your hands away and try your best to sit up from practically lying down. You were in a boys room, what were you thinking? You should get some space from him, so he doesn't think you a total freak. "I didn't-"

You can feel a tight bond around your wrist, keeping you right where you sit, and when you whip your head back, his eyes are wide with interest and warmth that you want to melt into a puddle of dumb choices. He opens his mouth, maybe to try to say something, but he considers it over and over again. When he feels sure you wont go, he lets go.

He raises a finger to his eye-

I.

both hands cover the center of his chest, cusping it almost-

Heart.

Finally, one last finger. Pointed at-

You..

Was he trying to say.. I like you?

Your body relaxes finally, and the urge to run away is still lingering, but you can't honestly say you want to. Not with how his eyes are flattering with some kind of emotion, his arms opening.

You can't hold back any longer. Your arms swiftly move around his neck as you envelop him so closely, and he instantly hugs you back, pulling you so close your lips meet the skin of his neck. He sounds like he is humming, his hands rubbing your back soothingly. You sit an appreciate his scent, the feeling of his skin, his warmth, for just a moment or two longer until he slowly departs from you, searching your face for any further comment.

"That's really.. really good to hear." You sigh out, with a bit of a smile, reaching to rub a weary eye; you realize he has taken your hand in the process.

He offers his own hand, letting it rub the corner were some wetness at resided, before letting the rest of his finger skin around you hairline, then through your strands of hair. He follows each motion, as he tries to comfort you.

Your hand reaches to sit atop his, and although its late and if someone knew you two were here together, not only would it at the very least be a detention and school clean up duty and at the very best, be a rumor the other students would talk about, despite this you honestly didn't care when the perfect boy was sitting right infront of you, with tussled hair and red lips, just like that night during the movie-party.

"I know its late." She started to say, but he quickly took out his phone again. "I won't keep you up anymore."

/you keep me up no matter what./

/atleast here i get to hear your pretty voice and see your face./

"What do you think about.. when you think of me?" You needed to know what he had been thinking of you all this time.

Instead of using his phone, his hands gently present themselves, and touch parts of your body chastely.

His hands travel from your palm, fingers skimming past your veins in a kind of silent poetry-

Your scars.. your freckles, your strength, your sunkissed summertime skin.

Then, he brushes past your shoulder to twirl around with your hair-

your beauty, the way you attract people.

Then up your face to your temple-

Your brain, your mind.

Then your cheeks-

Your flush, your sweet smiles.

Finally, the pad of his thumb grazes against your chin, right below your lower lip.

The way you speak, the way you are.

You can feel the urge in him, radiating off his lidded eyes and hesistant touch, quietly as he landscapes your being.

"You can, yknow." His eyes look up towards your gaze, "If you want too. If you are ready, of course-"

"Please," The words stilled you instantly, yet he continued holding your face more tenderly. They were soft and yet thick. "Kiss me."

The curse enacted on you, and although for a brief flash there was some concern in his face that perhaps it was too soon, quickly was dismissed when he saw you come closer by the help of his hand, and for just a moment held the proximity between your pairs of lips before slowly pressing close, your lips gently against his.

It was chaste and quiet on the outside, but it was like adding more gunpower to an already lit firework, the explosion of emotion surging your veins making you never wanting to leave.

His thumb was caressing the side of your cheek, it was making you dizzy with his attention. It was everything you had hoped for the moment you had even thought of him- to be close in every single way, to know every part of the perfect, strong, peaceful boy that you so clearly saw every day.

It felt like a dream, but at the very least, hoped you would wake up on his chest, with the Playstation off and the soft breathing of your boy in the air.

But instead, youre both here, and he is kissing you like he has won the lottery.

You both smile, until you couldn't tell when the kiss ended, and where the laughter began.

Surely, he was smart and kind and self-less and strong and all those things youd toss about in your mind at night.

But the idea that this may have never happened because you were too shy to say hello to the usually quiet and calm boy, made you feel like the stupidest yet luckiest girl in the world.

Maybe it was you that had won the jackpot, just by giving away a simple yellow post-it note.

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thank you so much for reading! this is only ending one. i have plans for a nsfw verison and an misunderstanding verison. please let me know if any of yall are interested!

see you later pookies!

[iliketangerines]

I’ve read the onsen AU featuring the Earthrealmers and I like it a lot. Can you also write the same thing but with the Outworld men: Rain; Havik; Reiko; Shao; Reptile; Shang Tsung ?

my obedient servant

a/n: easing back into the writing mindset

pairing: nitara, rain, havik, reiko, general shao, shang tsung, syzoth x gn!reader

warnings: suggestive, dubcon, biting kink

you try to catch your breath and calm yourself as you stand to the entrance of the hot springs, shifting in your place as you hold the tray of tea cups

your outfit barely covers your figure, and the collar around your neck reminds you of your place every time you breathe

the only solace you have is that Syzoth will be nearby as you serve tea to Shang Tsung and his collaborators

speaking of, Syzoth finishes brewing the pot of tea and puts it onto your tray, giving you a small nod of reassurance as you take a breath

you turn to the entrance and walk in with careful steps, keeping your gaze low to the ground as you present yourself to Shang Tsung and his friends

Quan Chi isn’t here, but you shiver as you remember your last encounter with the sorcerer, perhaps Shang Tsung had sent him something to do

Shang Tsung hums approvingly at your outfit and orders you to serve his friends quickly, and you comply, taking hurried but careful steps on the slippery ground as their conversation continues

you first pour a cup of tea to a man with dark skin and black hair, and he looks at your with warm brown eyes, thanking you for the tea and holding the cup gently in his hands

all you give is a silent nod before moving on to the next person, and he gives a disapproving grunt at the sight of you

he has a hard face, deep lines of anger settled into his face as long with the scars that litter his body, indicating his past role as a slave

you wonder what he thinks of you, with the collar around your neck and the way you bend so easily to Shang Tsung’s will after so much time being underneath him

his hands take the tea cup from yours, and you glance up just a short moment to see how he stares at you

his eyes are angry, disapproving at the sight of you, and you quickly pick up your tray to move onto the next person

your hands move quickly as you feel the next man’s impatience falling off of him in roves, and you hastily give him his tea

he grabs it away from you, his blue eyes stare straight through you, as if you’re a person not worth even acknowledging, and somehow the collar on your neck feels heavier than before

you move on to the large man next to him, a pair of horns curving upward and body covered in rough scales, and even sitting in the baths, he still feels bigger than life itself

he takes the cup of tea from your hands roughly, and similarly to the blue-eyed man, he doesn’t acknowledge you at all and continues talking to Shang Tsung about plans

you reach a woman with wings that flutter in the water, and she stares at your neck hungrily, her lips parting to reveal a set of fangs as she licks her lips

she turns to Shang Tsung as you give her her cup of tea, and she asks who you are, eyes roving over the figure of your body

you shiver and go over to Shang Tsung, kneeling by his side and giving him his tea

he tells them all that you are his personal servant, that you do everything he tells you to do, and he gives them all a tilt of his head a smirk

suddenly, the blue-eyed and draconic man have placed their gaze on you, eying you up and down, while the scarred man gives Shang Tsung a look of contempt

the woman asks if Shang Tsung would be so kind as to lend you to them, her breaths coming out a little shallow as she stares at your neck, and you struggle not to tremble in your spot

for a second, the sorcerer says nothing, just staring at them while humming thoughtfully, and then he smiles and says he can learn to share if they can offer something in return

the woman agrees almost instantly, promising something of value as your ears fill with a buzzing and you try to focus on your breathing

she crawls out of the hot springs elegantly, wings shaking off the water as she stalks toward you and then nearly falls on top of you

her sharp nails dig into your skin as she buries her face into your neck and takes a deep breath of your scent

you can’t help but let out a small sound as her tongue licks at your pulse point and her teeth graze against your sensitive skin

you’re trembling, trying to stay still and be good, to not get into trouble, and the woman hums in approval, baring her teeth and moving the collar to the side slightly to sink into your flesh

it hurts, burns almost, and you finally let out a loud whine, your hands flying up to grip at her shoulders to try and deal with the pain

your eyes squeeze shut, and you whisper out a please as she drinks from you, moaning at the taste of your blood

she drinks her fill, body pressing further into yours as she finishes up, and when she pulls away, she almost looks drunk, eyes hazy as she stares into yours

you’re not in any better state, feeling a little sick and woozy from the loss of blood, and she compliments your taste, saying you taste so sweet and warm

you can barely hear anything as you hear some others offer something in exchange to have a taste of you

all you can hear is the ringing in your ears, and the woman is still holding onto you tightly

the others start to crawl out of the pool towards you and Shang Tsung, and you were right, the draconic man was larger than life, his shadow casting over you

you can feel their smiles as they crowd around you, each of them wanting to have their fill of you first

the woman hisses at them, saying that she isn’t done, before taking you out of the crowd, wrapping a towel around herself hastily before dragging out of the hot springs to wherever

you can only catch a glance of Syzoth, a look of worry on his face, before the woman turns a corner and Syzoth disappears

she drags you through the familiar hallways to a room that you had cleaned this morning, and she shoves you in haphazardly

you can barely react before her lips are on you again, sucking and biting gently at your skin to mark you up, and her hands are all over your skin

she pushes you backwards until you both fall back onto the bed, the excessive pillows cushioning your landing

she rips at your clothing, revealing your chest to her, and she goes to nuzzle into your chest and lick along the skin

you whimper, and your hands clutch onto the sheets, too afraid to hold onto her and incur her wrath

the woman continues down the length of your body, kissing along your stomach and leaving small little love bites everywhere she could manage

she reaches your bottoms and rips them off in a similar fashion to your top, and you squeak as she spreads your thighs and nuzzles into them lovingly

she licks at the skin, sniffing along your thigh, before humming in delight and sinking her teeth into you

you moan at the feeling, face burning as she chuckles into your thigh at your arousal, and your bring the back of your hand to press against your eyelids to try suppress the embarrassment

finally, the woman pulls back, licking at the excess blood before moving onto your other thigh and biting into the flesh as well

you’re beginning to feel woozy, to feel tired and like the world was blurring along the edges, and you whisper out that you can’t go any further

if she heard you, she ignores you and continues her feast on your blood for another minute, moaning into your thigh when she finally finishes drinking you

she stays down there, just watching the blood trickle down your thighs before crawling up to face you and nuzzle into your neck

her teeth press into your skin but not breaking it as she cuddles into your warmth, and you’re not sure what to do

usually, Shang Tsung would just leave after he’s with you, but this woman just keeps cuddling into your warmth

experimentally, you bring your hand up to cradle the back of her head, and she doesn’t react, just dozing off into your neck

this wasn’t so bad, if you could get past the nauseous feeling in your stomach and the way your head felt so light

unfortunately, you couldn’t say the same for the others that had made a deal with Shang Tsung

you learned their names very quickly as they ordered you to their rooms or would drop in for a discussion with Shang Tsung and then by yours for a quick fuck

Rain was gentle, loving, soft with his words and as sweet as the finest Outworld wines, but there was something bitter in his movements

perhaps it was the way he bruised your hips as he gripped onto them, or the way he grimaced and sucked hickeys over the marks of your other lovers

and then there was Reiko, angry and rough and almost stiff in his movements

his calloused hands provided no relief for you as he only chased his own high, and he loved to bite you as Nitara did, but with none of the tenderness of the Vaeternian

he shouted angry insults and demands to you, wanting everything you could possibly give

his superior, Shao was softer, made gentle with experience, and he gave you some reprieve for your troubles, moaning into your skin as he made you see stars

the general’s marks were deep, lasting, and his size never failed to make you tremble in his arms as you cried

but he would kiss away the tears, a low voice telling you that you were doing well before he continued with finding his own release

Havik never showed, but sometimes you would see him around

he would send you a sympathetic look, give Shang Tsung a disgusted look, but he kept his quiet, clearly angry about you but not in a position to bring up your entrapment

but sometimes, he would find you in the hallways and gift you a sweet, a treat here and there, and then he would leave

then, of course, there was Shang Tsung, never as sweet as Rain or as comforting as Shao or as direct as Reiko

he kept you guessing, always subjective and slippery in his wants, and the sorcerer enjoyed the pained look on your face as he pinned down your hips and punished you

he was cruel and cold toward you, delighting in your suffering, but you still listened to him, stuck under his control

the only reprieve was that Syzoth was here to patch you up, hold your hand and keep you warm in the coldness of the dungeons

he never pushed, never prodded, just held you as you heal from your wounds, and pet your hair

Syzoth was so sweet and gentle and would often tell you stories of the road, of the circus and his travels to sooth you to sleep

he was your comfort in the hard lines and rules under Shang Tsung, and you appreciated him for it

perhaps you would be able to escape with him one day, back into Outworld and get away from it all

but for now, you are stuck in the cold dungeon with him and on beck and call for Shang Tsung’s wants and needs

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Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 11

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,nine here, ten here

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Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning:  As always minor get out. Like why are you even here leave. Very domestic, lots of fluff, established relationship, some anxiety, shower sex, P in V, Oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, marking, biting, possessiveness, slight sub/dom if you squint, cleaning, idk look I am tired and trying..

Synopsis: Updated synopsis, Travelling down to LA for the first time on Red Eye, you're both tired and a shower leads to some exploration.

Note: These are going to be spacd out going further as I have a fallout AU I want to start releasing. But these will still be coming out every 2-3 days <3 Thank you for all the love and support it's greatly appreciated!

The airport was somewhat quiet, the perks of taking a red-eye flight. The week had been a blur, Liz had resigned Wednesday leaving them to try and pick up the pieces. It meant a lot of early mornings late nights and meetings with production to try and make sure the end of filming went smoothly. No one batted an eye when you and Walton would hold hands on set. Or steal kisses in between trailers. It was nice to not have to hide things. Even though it seemed like everyone had known about the relationship long before you’d said much. From what you'd heard Walton never shut up about you. The thought made you flush, he'd taken to hanging out at your place. Making sure you actually consumed something besides coffee and whatever craft services had cooked up. 

Waking up next to him would never get old. He would often keep you snuggled in most mornings, playing with your hair, talking about people he had met. One evening you'd fallen asleep listening to him read one of the novels he had. There was a night he'd paced around your room spouting off lines as you plug info into your laptop. He had a heck of time sitting still, always moving and wiggling. 

You'd seen a few people watch the two of you move through the airport. It was a strange feeling always being watched. Security had recognized Walt asking for a photo which he happily obliged to. You’d snapped a couple of photos and then continued to your gate. The two of you tucked yourselves a good distance from everyone. Walton’s hand rested on your knee as his eyes moved over the sparsely filled space.

“Are you excited to see the city?” He asks, fingers playing along the inner seam of your pants. 

“Yes, I haven't traveled in a while. Little nervous,” You say, hand laying on top of his as you lean your head against his shoulder. 

“I'll get you used to traveling. Have a few places in mind we could go to.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head.

“Mmm, what plans do you have for us?” You reply, watching as a woman walks by for the third time. 

“Think maybe South America, I've always wanted to explore Peru, go south to Chili, see where it takes us. Go hike up the mountains, explore the jungles, and lie on beaches. Where no one will know us, just the two of us some good drinks and long nights.” He winked at you. 

“Going to sweep me off my feet, go on a grand adventure,” You tease, your hand dragging his up your thigh. 

He looks down at where his hand is situated, licking his lips before looking back up at you. 

“Oh, I am gonna take you on adventures, baby,” That southern drawl dripping out as he traces small circles over your inner thigh.

You let your hand slide along his pant leg, eyes still fixed on his face. Watching his cheeks turn pink. “So many promises, Mr. Goggins.” 

He grins leaning in to kiss you, his hands cupping your cheeks. You kiss him back leaning over the seat divider, you nip at his lips wanting access. Walton pulls away shaking his head.

“Gonna have to wait till we get home,” His voice is thick as he looks at you. 

You groan shifting in the chair, feeling yourself get hot as you rock slightly. “That is an awfully long time to have me wait. Don’t want to join the mile-high club.”

A chuckle escapes from him as he continues to rub at your leg, “I don’t know about you but those bathrooms are a lot smaller than they make them in the movies.”

“Well could always have a little nap,” You sigh resting your head on his shoulder. “Got to make sure I can keep up to my old man.”

“Hold on a second, who are you calling old? Pretty sure you were the one drooling in the car over here.” He poked at you, his hand grabbing at your pants.

“Cause I didn’t pass out in my trailer at lunch,” You jest, returning the squeeze.

“I am pretty sure you could have come over,” He grins standing up as the flight attendant calls for them.

“Kristy was having a breakdown, pretty sure she’d have quit if I hadn’t come to help.” You state as you walk up with your ticket on your phone.

The flight attendant blushes slightly when you walk up with Walton, she fumbles with the scanner slightly, apologizing several times. Walton assures her it’s fine and runs a hand over your waist. Her eyes looked between the two of you before handing you back your phones.  The two of you walk down the walkway to your plane, his hand firmly around your waist as he lead you into your seats.

“Oh, this is nice,” You state, first-class seats, enough legroom you could easily stretch out. Bags tucked away you settle in, the week seeming to catch up to you now that you’re finally on the plane. 

“Want to make sure you were comfy,” He says, getting himself settled beside you, lifting the armrest out of the way so he can drag you close to him. 

“You seem awfully possessive tonight,” You whisper in his ear as you slide up next to him.

“Got to make sure everyone knows that the pretty lady is mine,” He whispers back, voice so low that only you could hear. 

You can’t help leaning in to kiss him again, you loved kissing him. “Didn’t take you for the jealous type. Then again the number of bruises I have may have been an indication.”

Walton shifted in his seat, watching as the few remaining passengers boarded. “You interested in getting a few more marks added to that collection you have.”

You go pink and turn your face into his neck failing to hide the flush. Things had been pretty vanilla still besides the marking, but you knew he had plans for this weekend. What those plans were he wouldn’t tell you, but he had hinted that Saturday and Sunday were for you two to explore new things together. Then Monday and Tuesday would be spent going to various interviews and keeping him company. You had to stop yourself from wondering if you’d be able to walk on Monday if the ‘vanilla’ sex was any indication you were in for a ride. 

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You woke to Walton kissing the top of your fingers, you had fallen asleep on the short journey to LA. The plane was unloading and a car was waiting for you both. The night sky was ablaze with city lights for as far as you could see in either direction. The airport was surprisingly full of people moving in and out. The one nice thing was everyone was way too busy to pay attention to you. 

Awake now as the car took you through the city, the lanes on the highways were insane, and you wondered how anyone could even drive there. You travel through the various streets and highways that would have you yelling at google maps. You finally pull up to his place, it’s sat back on the streets, with a tasteful rock garden out front. The driver drops you both off, helping to unload your bags into the house. It was beautifully decorated, with large windmill palms in the front entry, and several skylights to let in the sun. The walls are filled with tasteful artwork, it's a barrage of colors as you get into the living room. A patterned soft with a velvety green rug, one wall lined with heavy wooden bookcases full of books. You can see how each piece is something he picked out and has a story for each. You pause looking out to the backyard, a covered pool shaded by various trees. The place was glorious, elegant, and at the same time so him. You feel fingers twining with yours, turning to follow him down the hallway. Big wood doors open into a large bedroom. The bed is a simple navy bedcover with several large pillows, a wood headboard, two side tables everything matching, and plush carpet squishing under your toes. You tuck your suitcase against one of the walls, the far wall is all windows leading into the backyard. Turning all the way around you can see an open entrance to a large bathroom. 

Walton comes up behind you and wraps you up in his arms “Not too shabby hey?”

“It’s beautiful, can tell you put a lot of love into this place.” You say with a small smile, leaning against him, eyes closing as you just let yourself relax. It was nearly three in the morning and you desperately needed to sleep. But also the gross feeling from travel made your skin feel tacky. 

“Shower,” Walt, asked unwrapping himself from you, his hands pulling his shirt over his head. 

“I would love that, I always feel sort of gross after traveling,” You reply, as both of you strip out of clothes, you grab your toiletry bag out of your suitcase and follow him. A large deep tub was set against one side, and an equally large glass shower was at the foot. Walton dug out some towels, turning on the water. 

You couldn’t really remember the last time you’d been comfortable being completely naked with someone else in the room, besides during sex. A creeping realization that you had never really been in a ‘long term’ relationship. You’d dated and flirted, but nothing like this. This right here was so new, it froze you in place watching the man completely bare move around the space like he was clothed on a set.

“You alright, darling,” Walton asks moving over to you, your eyes watching how his skin moved, the way his hands came up to rest gently on your hips.

You had long since given up trying to hide anything from him, the man saw through your bullshit like he could read minds, “I’ve never been with someone like this.” Your cheeks grow hot as he watches you,  “I’ve never been in a long-term relationship.” 

The words hanging in the air for a moment, Walton pulling you closer to him tipping your head up to look at him. He leaned down and kissed you, the two of you standing chest to chest. Space cool and warm at the same time as he held you close. It was so strangely intimate and soft. Gooseflesh rippled over you as you just took in the moment. 

He pulls away just enough that you can both speak. “I couldn’t be happier, that you are comfortable here. But. Let’s not forget it’s 3 am, and I have several ideas for tomorrow that will not be half as fun if you’re exhausted.”

You smile snuggling against him, “Why do you always make sense?”

“Cause, I am wise beyond my years,” He scoffed leading you into the hot water, the water feeling incredibly comforting for a change.  

You lean into the water letting it flow over your body, his hands reaching out with soap to start cleaning you. Taking his time to wash your legs, and feet, scrolling up under your ass, and hands staying there a little longer which made you wiggle. He came up over your back, spinning you to face him, his eyes watching the water go down over your breast and stomach. Your eyes doing the same, his hair is wet and disheveled in his head, droplets following the expanse of his chest down along his abdomen. You lick your lips leaning down to lick from the middle of his abs up in between his pectoral muscles. Eyes looking up at his, the way his lids drooped eyes darkening. It doesn’t stop him, continuing to drag the soap over your stomach, under your armpits, breast fingers brushing against your nipples which make them perk up. You grab the soap from him turning him so he is more under the water, and you treat him to the same treatment he gave you. You stop, moving to drop to your knees, but his hand wraps around your waist and drags you up. 

“We need sleep first,” He says, but you can feel his cock poking against your abdomen. You can’t help reaching forward fingers sliding over the soft but hard skin.

You watch him swallow, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, as you work your hand up and down his shaft. A small hitch in his breath as his head tips up, you grin knowing you’ve won this battle. You let yourself slide down he moves so that you aren’t going to drown under the water. Licking your lips you keep your hand moving, you drag it out slightly, his eyes following you. Mouth parted slightly, delicious groans coming out, you look back down to where your hand is. You open your mouth and lean forward licking along the slit, his hands running into your hair, swirling your tongue under the head before sucking at it. The wide head and shaft fill your mouth as you do your best to take him all the way in. Breathing through your nose you hum at the salty musky flavor, holding yourself there until his fingers grip your hair. 

One hand resting on his hips, the other finding its way between your legs, you suck in through your nose and swallow. Getting a lovely echoing moan from the man above you. His hands gripping the side of your head adjusting your pace. You can feel between your folds how wet you are. Looking up at him his head tipped back as his hips move. You still yourself letting him use your mouth, he doesn’t push all the way pulling back when he feels you gag. You aren’t having it grabbing at his hips and pushing yourself down until your nose touches his stomach. Throat pulsing at the head as you do your best to fight your gag reflex. A stream of curses comes out a his thrust picks up speed, one of his hands coming to cup under your chin so he can feel himself going in and out. 

Pulling you off, you groan rocking against your hand as he pops out of your mouth. He motions you to stand and you comply, strong hands guiding you up to your feet. His mouth slammed against yours kissing you deeply, before he turned around, pushing your legs apart and tipping you over. Your hands catch you as you lean against the glass, water running over your back. His fingers push their way into your cunt, the quickness sending a small jolt of pain down you, keening as he thrust in and out quickly. Fingers were replaced soon with the tip of his cock. You rock back on your heels standing on tips so that it can slide in. Filling you up in ways that make you whine. 

His hips snap in and out of you with a fast pace that makes you feel almost dizzy as you try to keep yourself up, his hands gripped onto your hips tight enough that there will be bruises. He lets go briefly only to rub at your aching clit. Whimpering at the strain of keeping yourself on tiptoe and the punishing pace making you dizzy. The pressure on your clit having you right there. 

“Oh god, don’t stop,” You whimper, free arm tipping you up so that his cock changes his angle. Stars blind you as you climax, his fingers not stopping the movements around your bud, and your legs are shaking. He goes to pull out, but you’re grabbing him holding him there. His hips stutter until he pushes in holding you tight against him. You groan as you feel him filling you up, your breath caught in your throat as you go near limp. The water of the shower started to feel cool. He slips himself out, fingers running over your now aching hole. You move to stand but the day has finally caught up to you, he easily holds you up. Angling the shower to clean both of you of your excursion. 

“You just had to push my buttons,” He grins at you helping you out of the shower and wrapping you up in a fluffy towel. 

“Didn’t seem to mind,” You grin, eyelids heavy as you flop yourself down onto the bed. 

He humms his approval getting you under the covers before he snuggles up against you. 

“You better not complain tomorrow about being sore,” He pokes, letting himself slide in so he can rest his head against your chest. Your hand tucks under him running through the mess of wet hair. 

“No, complaints,” Your free hand making a cross over your heart. He chuckles kissing at an old bruise.

“Get some sleep,” He grumbles hand wrapped around your waist. 

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pairing: hong jisoo (joshua) x gender neutral reader

genre: angst, hanahaki au

word count: 1.1k

warnings: no happy ending, mentions of death + implied main character death…eventually, One mention of swearing, unrequited love, the normal hanahaki au things (blood, throwing up, etc.)

author note: um so guess who found out she can actually write angst! it’s written in joshua’s pov the entire time and reader is just kinda in the background (they’re still important though!) also, if you want a lil more info about how i wrote this, check out my reblog! lots of love ♡

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when joshua sees you with them, he can’t deny that he feels…more than he wishes he did.

he’s sick and tired of the hollowness in his chest but it’s fine. it’ll all be fine once he sees you happy, right? that's what he says to convince himself before looking up at the sky and seeing you in the shape of the clouds and the way the sun hits them and himself.

fuck, he’s in too deep to continue to believe the sorry excuse he’s made up for himself to feel a little better. it never helps anyway, so why keep using it? he lets it go, imagining it fluttering away on a breeze that reminds him way too much of the person always on his mind.

so when the tingling in his throat comes out as petals the same golden like the colour he imagines your soul to be, he isn’t surprised. as he exits the bathroom, he avoids jeonghan’s gaze, promises that he’ll be fine; after all, it’s just a cold—whatever it takes to keep his best friend from worrying. at least he knows his promises won’t be worth much anyway.

he sees you often, your smile as cheery as the flowers haunting him in his dreams and the ones sticking to his lungs, trapped in his chest. he’s alright, he tells himself. he’ll be fine.

he doesn’t go to the doctor. he’s read and seen enough of what’s happening to him, and he knows the choice he’ll have to make if he goes. he knows that the only solution is to forget, but he would never do that. he can’t let go of wandering around in the wheat fields that one summer you two were in the countryside, or the time you laughed and laughed at a joke that wasn’t funny, or when he lost all hope and you were there, making sure he could get back up again and live. if the price of keeping the memories he holds close is death, he’s okay with it.

joshua doesn’t tell his roommates. he knows that jeonghan and seungcheol would drag him to the emergency room against his will, and force him to take the option he’s already decided against. he wouldn’t let them sway him anyway, but it’s easier if they don’t know. however, time seems to choose to leave the bathroom—even when it seems to be going too fast for joshua’s liking these days—when jeonghan finds him hovering over the sink, bloody tissues in his hand and washed petals placed carefully on the side.

the two of them say nothing.

jeonghan leaves, and joshua turns to the mirror above the sink, taking a good look at himself. he wipes off the dried blood on his top lip, noticing nothing else wrong. he doesn’t realize that after he leaves, jeonghan is horrified by the lack of light in his friend’s eyes, the spark he thought would never go out.

jeonghan hasn’t said anything since, lost in his thoughts every time he’s home. seungcheol is freaked out, not understanding the dead silence in the house. he doesn’t know that he’ll have to pay more for rent in…well, however long it takes for joshua’s lungs to finally fill up with your flowers. joshua knows he’s being cruel, but can’t he be allowed to be selfish in his last moments? is that too much to ask for after everything?

he doesn’t approach jeonghan, and instead writes. he writes journal entries in that notebook you got him a few years back, but he never used it because he was too scared to mess up in something you gave him; letters to those he’ll miss. he revises the one for his mother over and over again, crumpling paper like his lungs.

joshua doesn’t try to hide anything from seungcheol. he knows that his housemate’s blank expression means more than what he says. in fact, there is nothing said; their house is a place to rest and eat and nothing else. it’s as if there’s three ghosts, not just a single potential one. joshua sighs, wheezing out more petals. he grabs them hastily, making sure they don’t fall to the ground or worse, onto your letter. he carries them gently in his bloodied hands to the bathroom sink once again, the only companion he seems to have in the past few weeks.

joshua rinses each souvenir of his love one by one, clearing the dark red off before drying them and taking them back to the pile he’s made ever since this started. at first, they were hidden away in a small box on the corner of his desk, so no one would wander in and see them. now, he puts them on his nightstand haphazardly, the dark wood no longer visible under the various shades of yellow and red.

joshua picks up his pen—the expensive one his mom gifted him when he moved away so long ago; he never used it until now. the ink glides smoothly over the clean paper he had taken out earlier. he writes once again.

the only thing he knows how to say now is sorry. he writes it over and over again, signing each letter with the sounds he can barely make in real life, his voice hoarse from the damage done on his throat, and the lack of use.

maybe it’s time for something different? after all, this is for you, and he wants the news to be broken softly. he racks his head for something, anything that he finds good enough to become something real. he drinks the day-old water from the plastic bottle beside him, the familiar taste of blood accompanying it.

he glances at the clock he’s kept beside him since the start, and counts down two seconds; he has no time to waste.

he puts down the words he’s said so often to you that they’ve become a habit but seem to have changed ever since he started throwing up marigolds—a literal reminder of his unrequited love.

it’ll be a bit hard to be there for you when he’s dead, won’t it? joshua doesn’t mind. he never will.

he chuckles dryly, a whole flower falling out. he gets up and repeats his process for the petals before sitting back down.

joshua looks at his handiwork, pausing and adding a few more words before moving his paper to the side, and starting on another letter for his mother.

he stares blearily at the clock again, the red blinking numbers the only comfort he allows himself. it’s a new day.

joshua hopes it’ll finally be his last.

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So long - pt. 2 𒂭

part 2 of 3 ------------ 𖦹 tags: james hetfield x reader, fluff, smut, best friends to lovers, bet, 80s james, a little angst if you squint ♱ a/n: here's part 2 just like i promised! Also... this got too long again and I had to split once more, I'm sorry. Next part will be the last hopefully! I'll probably only be able to post it on wednesday or thursday tho, but we'll see how things go! Thanks to everyone that has been reading and liking my story, it truly made me happy!

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Both of you entered the bar already chatting excitedly, just as you imagined, whatever disagreement that came between you two couldn't last long. You and James' friendship went way back.

"Let's get you a drink." James' playful smile made you smile involuntarily back.

He ordered two beers and raised his glass after you two settled down on a table near the wall, on a spot where the soft yellow light shined right on James' blonde locks.

"To making up!" He said, the smile never leaving his lips.

"If you say so." You shrugged, raising your glass too, but there wasn't any hint of resentment in your voice.

"I really am sorry about what I've said to you earlier. I never wanted to hurt you." He repeated his apology sincerely.

You shrugged again in response, not wanting to make a big deal out of it again.

"What has gotten into you anyway?" You asked genuinely curious before taking a sip.

"I don't really know." He admitted and you could sense some embarrassment coming from him. "I guess my emotions were all over the place and I took all on you. I truly hope you can forgive me."

You just nodded in response, you could easily understand his side.

Soon one beer became two, then three… and before you could realize it, both were a bit too drunk, laughing obnoxiously loud at each other's stupid jokes.

At a certain moment, while James were rambling about his new guitar, your mind wandered as you studied his features under the soft light. The unruly blond hair now gained a different shine, the blue eyes seemed more vivid, and the skin covered by acne suddenly got a different charm to it.

You've known him for years, but, for some reason, the realization that he had grown into a man only hit you now. It's not like you haven't noticed his changes at all, you could admit the boy you knew had gained the charms of a man a long time ago, however, something at that bar made it all become more evident. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Regardless, you just stayed silent, lost in your thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" James' voice cut through your mind, his eyebrow quirked in confusion. "You're looking at me like I have two heads or something." He added, a chuckle coming out of his lips.

You snapped out of it as soon as you heard him, your cheeks heating up in response to his question.

"What?" You laughed nervously "Sorry, just got lost in my thoughts for a moment, go on."

James grinned, finding your flustered expression too amusing to let it go.

"I must really put you in a state to make you blush like that." He took another sip of his beer and kept grinning at you. "What were you thinking about before? I'm curious now."

You tried your best to appear bored and rested your elbow on the table, putting your chin on top of your hand.

"Nothing. Just… Work."

He studied your face and the playful expression he had before turned into a smirk.

"You're hiding something." He teased. "You're a terrible liar."

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be offended by his observation.

"I'm not!" You shot back. "I said it's nothing. You're too curious for your own good."

"Come on, tell me." He nudged your shoulder. "It's not fair if you keep it a secret."

"Not fair? What? Don't you have any secrets?" You scoffed.

"Of course I do. But your secrets are much more interesting to me right now than my own." He leaned closer and raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So spill it. What were you really thinking about? Was it a boy?"

You looked at him incredulous, just wishing he would drop the subject.

"You can't be serious." You looked with concern in your expression at him and he laughed in response.

"Oh, I'm being serious. You were blushing so hard, so it must be a boy." He grinned, crossing his arms. It was clear that he was enjoying messing up with you. "So come on, spill it. Is it someone I know? Do you want me to hook you up?"

"No! What? You're crazy." You couldn't believe he thought you wanted him to hook you up with somebody.

"I know you're thinking about someone, just tell me already. Who's the lucky guy?" He pressed again.

"There's... No one!" You were starting to get frustrated.

"Oh, please. You can't fool me, I know you. You were obviously daydreaming about someone." He raised an eyebrow again and you had to take a deep breath in order to control yourself. "Is it one of the guys? Lars maybe? Or... Is it Kirk? I know you two are very close. You got a thing for him?" His voice dripped with amusement, it was clear he was enjoying teasing you.

"What?!" You opened your mouth in shock as he started pointing names. "I've never...! I never liked Kirk! Where did this come from?!"

"I can see the way you look at him sometimes." He chuckled, it seemed like he was testing you. "If it's not him, then who is it? I won't leave you alone until you tell me."

"Kirk is like a brother to me!" You said offended, your cheeks getting hot once again.

"You're protesting a little too much. I know you're hiding something from me." He studied your blushed face in silence for a second "Well, whoever he is, we can play matchmaker and set you up on a date." He batted his eyelashes dramatically at you and laughed.

"Why are you so invested in being my wingman? Who says I need one?"

You were getting tired of this talk. One second of distraction staring too much at him and now you had to deal with James playing guess by himself. He already loved getting on your nerves, but whenever he got drunk that would get worse.

"You've been single for almost a year now." He grinned. "I just want to help you find someone to share your life with."

You couldn't believe he decided to throw that on your face. Ouch. You sighed and looked around the bar for a second, trying to find a good response.

"Why don't you worry about your own love life?"

He chuckled again, shrugging off your comment.

"You know I don't do long-term relationships." He said casually. "I'm more of a one-night-stand kind of guy." He winked and that irritated you.

You looked down at your hands, trying to navigate your feelings. For some reason, hearing that he had been sleeping with other girls made you feel jealous. You tried your best to not seem affected, but James noticed the shift in your reaction.

"What's wrong with one-night stands?" He asked, his tone playful.

"I just think it's gross." You cursed yourself mentally for your childish response.

"C'mon... You're such a prude." He rolled his eyes and teased you, nudging at your arm. "One-night stands aren't gross, they're just casual fun. You should try it sometime, it might loosen you up a bit." There was that smug grin again that made you heated.

"I don't need to loosen up, I'm fine the way I am." You tried defending yourself. "And also, I'm not a prude."

"Sure, keep telling yourself this." He shrugged, that grin only growing wider at your frustration. "But deep down, you're just a boring goody-two-shoes who wouldn't know how to have a good time if your life depended on it." He continued. "Bet you've never even been on a proper date before."

You scoffed. Yeah, he made a habit of teasing you and yes, that would worsen whenever he drunk, but tonight he seemed even more invested in driving you nuts. "Is it just the alcohol?" You asked yourself.

"Of course I have!" You crossed your arms. "I can have fun just fine. I just think the girls you hook up with are gross."

You tried attacking him, but it was clear that your response only amused him even more.

"Gross, huh? Interesting choice of words." He leaned closer once again. "Does that mean you think I'm gross too? For hooking up with random girls?" He waited for your response, staring at you.

"I've never said that." You regretted mentioning his hookups and sighed.

"I know you're judgmental of my dating life." He leaned back and shrugged. "You're probably just jealous that I'm getting some action and you're not." He smiled triumphantly.

"Who says I'm not getting some action?" You tried your best to sound convincing but your attempt only made him laugh.

"Oh, really? With whom exactly? A pillow? A stuffed animal?" You blushed and he caught your reaction. "I knew it. You don't have anyone. Which is why you're so sour and uptight because you're not getting laid." He taunted.

"You're such an ass." You looked away and rolled your eyes. "It's none of your business, maybe? Just leave my love life alone, please." At this point, you had given up winning this conversation.

"Alright, alright. I'll leave your non-existent love life alone." He raised both of his hands in surrender. "But if you need some advice on how to get laid, come to me. I'm something of an expert, y'know?" He winked playfully.

"Like I would take your advice." You laughed sarcastically, seeing the perfect chance to annoy him back. "Bet you don't how to please girls at all." You added, certain that this would drive him crazy.

In response, he just smiled and shook his head. A different reaction that you were expecting.

"Oh yeah? You think I can't satisfy a girl?" He said confidently and leaned closer to you once again. "In fact, I bet I could satisfy you better than any other guy you've ever been with."

You stopped in your tracks, wondering if you heard him right. "He's just trying to get a reaction of me." You thought to tranquilize yourself.

"No way. Bet you take like... One minute." You decided just to keep teasing, trying to give him hell back for being so annoying.

"You think I'm that bad?" He raised an eyebrow with a smile on his lips. He then went silent for a second and something in his expression changed. "How about we make a bet then? If I can't please you better than anyone you've ever been with before, I'll do the dishes at your house for a week. But... If I do a good job, you have to take me out on a date."

"What?" Your mind went blank with shock and you felt a wave of heat from the embarrassment go through your entire body. Everything was all fun and games until now, but now you were just dumbfounded.

James noticed the shock in your expression and bit his lip, realizing he may have overstepped, but it was too late to take back now.

"Just hear me out. It'll be fun, it's just a harmless bet." He said quickly. "We are friends, right? What's wrong with having some fun?" He tried.

You couldn't even look straight at him now. It's true that you've been getting more and more attracted to him, but since you were best friends, you never expected this kind of proposal to come from him. Was it the alcohol? Was he just trying to prove a point? Your thoughts ran a 100 mph, trying to decide what should you do.

"I..." You started, then shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind. "Fine, it's a bet."

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💚🎙️Hunted🎙️💚

~Reader x Human!Alastor🪓

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 5

Summary: Alastor has you begin work at the speakeasy in order to keep you safe, but unfortunately, trouble seems to be able to find you everywhere.

Warnings/Promises: 16+, slow burn, abusive relationship, alcohol, physical and sexual abuse, murder, infertility, violence.

The healing is slow, and a bit of a fight, but Alastor keeps you in bed and eventually you're back to mostly normal. You'll likely never be able to have children, but after such a traumatizing experience, the idea doesn't upset you so much. You begin helping around the house, enjoying helping. Alastor teaches you how to cook jambalaya just like his mother used to and you teach him your special pie crust recipe.

Tonight, you sit in armchairs separated by only a table and lamp in front of a crackling fire. You each have a mug of coffee, though he regularly teases you that yours is more like coffee flavored milk while you call his, bitter dirty bean water. You both just sit, silently reading whilst in each other's company. Alastor is shocked at how much he doesn't hate you being around all of the time. In fact, evenings like this one are rather pleasant.

Alastor glances over at you, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he admires the sight of you curled up in the adjacent armchair. The flickering firelight illuminating your peaceful face, casting a warm glow that seems to drive away the shadows in the room.

As if you sense him staring, you glance up and catch him in the act. When your eyes catch his, a small smile creeps onto your lips.

"What?" You ask in a playful tone.

A mischievous glint ignites in his gaze as he sees your smile, a silent challenge being laid out before him.

"What?" He repeats in a low, amused voice, leaning back in his armchair as he allows his eyes to roam over your features."

"I asked you first," you say with a giggle. "You're the one who was staring." You place your book on your lap face down.

He chuckles, his low voice rumbling through the cozy space as his eyes remain locked with yours. "Guilty as charged," he admits with a small smirk. "But I was merely enjoying the view, my dear."

You tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear before looking over at the fire. Alastor notes the soft blush that stains your cheeks, finding a strange sort of satisfaction in having rattled your composure. He leans forward slightly in his armchair, resting his elbows on his knees as he regards you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. You glance back at him, his half- lidded grin embarrassing you.

"What?" You ask again.

He laughs softly, the sound deep and throaty as he notes the slight edge of annoyance in your voice, clearly enjoying the effect that he is having on you.

"My apologies, I suppose I'm just trying to decide what to do with you, little doe," he says, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.

"What to do with me?" You ask, curious.

"Mmm, perhaps," he begins, uncrossing his arms and resting his hands on the armrests as he leans forward slightly. "I'm trying to decide if I want to tie you to a chair and watch you writhe in a futile attempt to escape."

You laugh at that, your smile contagious. His own expression softens as he takes in your laughter, the sound pleasant and somehow comforting. For a moment, he looks almost bewildered by you. As the sound subsides, he leans back into his seat, smirking slightly at you.

"You have a wonderful laugh, little doe."

A flattered smile curls on your lips, your eyes smiling to match. "Stop," you say, covering your face.

He laughed softly, leaning back in his armchair as he enjoys the sight of you covering your face in an attempt to hide your own flattered smile from him.

"You're a curious little thing, aren't you?" he says, his voice carrying a note of genuine adoration.

"Curious how?" You ask in a desperate attempt to change the subject to something less embarrassing.

"Curious as in," he begins, pausing to consider his words carefully. "Your reactions intrigue me, little doe. Most people fear me, but you... you laugh and smile."

"I'm not afraid of you Alastor," you say with a smirk, picking up your coffee and sipping it, peeking over your mug at him through your lashes.

He raises an eyebrow at your boldness, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watches you drink your coffee.

"You're not, are you?" he sayd, something dangerous flickering in his gaze, though his voice remained low and almost affectionate as he studies your reaction.

You place your mug back down before leaning forward in your chair, never breaking eye contact.

"I'm not. I know you would never hurt me."

His smirk widens as he watches your movements, a glint in his eyes. "Oh?" he said, leaning in to meet your gaze. "And why do you think that exactly?" He couldn't help but be intrigued by your lack of fear towards him. It was almost... endearing.

You tilt your head. "I don't know. I just know I don't..." Your eyes relax and you give him a sweet look. "You make me feel... safe."

He stares deep into your eyes, the glint in his gaze fading to something gentler as he considers your words.

"Safe?" His voice becomes softer as he says the word, his own eyes softening in response to your sincere stare.

"Mm-hm," you say with a grin.

Alastor chuckles lightly, sitting back in his seat as he shakes his head. "You are a strange one, but I think I like it," he says, his voice warm with a rare affection as he continues to look at you with interest and curiosity. It's almost... nice. You find yourself giggling again at his expression. A flicker of intrigue passes through his eyes as he considers you, the gears in his mind working overtime to formulate a plan.

"But back to your initial question," he murmurs, his low voice filled with a seductive undertone that makes you feel oddly warm inside. "I've been thinking about what to do with you."

"Oh, you meant that?" You ask, picking your mug back up.

His lips quirk up in a small smile at your reaction. "Yes, I did," he reiterates, watching as you lift your mug to your lips once more for a sip. "While I have greatly enjoyed your presence here in my home, I can't help but think you might be getting a bit stir crazy."

"What makes you say that?"

Alastor lifts an eyebrow at your question, a sly grin slowly forming on his face. "Well, for one, you're giggling at my every expression," he says, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. "And yesterday you alphabetized the spice rack."

You wince, closing one eye. "Okay, yeah. Maybe I see your point."

He suppresses a laugh at your wince. There you go again, he thinks to himself, already considering the many ways he might use such a fascinating quirk to his advantage.

"I have an idea to help you pass the time, if you're interested,"

You perk up. "Oh! Yes, please!"

His smile only grows wider at your enthusiasm. He can't fault you for your eagerness. "Perfect," he murmurs, his mind racing with a multitude of devious thoughts. "I was thinking perhaps... you could cover to work at the speakeasy?"

Your expression sparkles with excitement and Alastor swears he can see stars in your eyes.

"Really!? With you and Mimzy!?"

Laughter rumbles in his chest, spilling forth as he witnesses once more your unbridled enthusiasm. Truly, few things delight him as much as seeing you so animated by his machinations.

"Mmhmm," he confirms, his tone rife with mischief. "It would make me feel much more comfortable if you were close by. Within reach."

"I'd love that! Can I start tomorrow?" You ask with genuine excitement.

A low hum reverberates through his chest as he regards you with a piercing gaze, his grin growing more wicked by the moment. "Absolutely," he murmurs, intrigued by your eagerness to spend more time within his presence. "It will be good for business too."

"Good for business?" You ask, curious.

He shrugs casually, but the feral glint in his eyes betrays the intent behind his words, he didn't want anyone touching you while he was away.

"Oh, you know," he drawls cavalierly, tapping his chin with his index finger, "A pretty face like yours will be good for business, no doubt."

You blush, smiling. "Oh stop."

"What?" he says in a playful tone, his voice dipping lower, a rumble in his chest, a twinkle in his eyes, and a smirk on his lips. "I don't lie."

The next day he brings you with him to the speakeasy and you begin work. He watches as Mimzy trains you on how everything works and is glad to see you truly thriving. You quickly catch on, and even seem to enjoy the work. It's not long before you start knowing the regulars and even have a few of your own. though Alastor makes sure they know you're not to be messed with.

He takes pride in watching you blossom, growing more confident by the hour, and it was clear - you thrived under the attention you received. A smile tugs at his lips as he watches you learn the ins and outs of the speakeasy, a thrill of pride shooting through him as he watches you flourish. Mimzy traina you well, and he can't help but feel a sense of ownership over your progress.

It isn't till about a month in that You find the first sign of trouble. You're going about your day as usual, bringing drinks to regular patrons, having a fun little flirt here and there -you only can when Alastor isn't there, most of the patrons don't dare to when he is.- It's a typical evening, until a group that you don't recognize at first enters the bar.

You turn, smile wide and ready to greet the newcomers, only for your chest to suddenly feel as though you were stabbed through with an icicle. Panic rushing through your veins, you duck down behind the bar.

“What the fuck is your problem, girlie? You look like you've seen a ghost.”

You look up to see Mimzy holding a tray of empty glasses, her eyebrow cocked.

“That group that just came in? There's one man, in the red shirt, is that who I think it is?” You ask.

Mimzy turns, examining the men, she doesn't register it at first, but when she sees the pin on the lapel of the red shirted man, she feels the blood drain from her face.

“Is that Frank Tully?” She asks, quickly setting the tray down and rounding the bar to stand by you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, *fuck*!” You chant, knowing this is bad. Frank was very close to his brother, Richard, and you begin to wonder what god you must have pissed off to get you in such a bad situation.

The man turns and makes eye contact with Mimzy, who waves a hand beneath the bar, shooing you.

“Go hide in the back office, I'll try and get rid of them.”

You nod, crawling across the floor and into the room. From inside you can hear Mimzy trying to flirt her way out of the situation, and at first it seems to be working. The men sound receptive, and it's not hard to see why; for how tiny she is, Mimzy does have two very big assets in her favor, and a third if she turns around.

It isn't until you hear your name that you feel the ice beginning to fill your veins.

“I heard she's taken up work here,” you hear Frank say. “I just need to have a word with her, that's all.”

“You talkin about that crazy Tully girl whose husband got murdered? I heard she died too?” Mimzy says in an attempt to throw them off your trail. She was really putting on quite the performance. You sit crouched by the door and remind yourself to do something nice for her later in thanks.

“Now see, that's what I thought too. But last week my good friend Reggie, here, came into your little establishment and swore your little barmaid looked a hell of a lot like my sweet late sister-in-law. Now… why would he lie about that?”

“New barmaid?” Mimzy says, voice a little shaky, “I don't got no new barmaid?”

You flinch, pulling in a sharp gasp as you hear the sound of a bottle smashing and scramble across the floor to hide under the desk.

“I ain't fuckin around, bitch. Where is she?”

“Hey fella,” you hear another male voice call out, you recognize it as a regular of yours, Kenneth. “If she says there's no new barmaid then there's no new barmaid. Now I suggest you get the fuck outta here before us blue collar folk decide to get a bit uppity and *make* you, ya butter and egg twit.”

Suddenly the bar erupts into chaos and you find yourself just shivering under the desk, tears slowly falling down your cheeks as you pray for Alastor to get there. It was almost time for him to arrive from his shift at the station and all you could think of was how badly you wished you were safe in his arms.

You'd never seen him in a fight, only ever warding off customers who got a little too handsy. The only time you'd ever seen him truly angry was when you brought up Richard, but even then it was fleeting. But for some reason, despite never having seen any real hint of malice in him, the image of him coming through that door, covered in blood, there to save you… it wasn't unconvincing, or unappealing.

“Please hurry,” you find yourself chanting. “Please, please, please…”

. . .

Alastor comes in after a shift at the radio station to find the speakeasy in the aftermath of chaos. There's a few broken glasses and multiple patrons are talking, obviously riled up from some kind of commotion. But what hits him the most is that Mimzy and you are both nowhere to be seen.

Alastor's heart races as he takes in the chaos, his mind immediately jumping to the worst possible scenarios. He begins frantically searching for you, his eyes scanning the room until he spots a familiar face.

"Alastor!" Mimzy calls out, "Thank Christ, you took long enough. They're fuckin gone now, thanks to Kenneth." Mimzy motions towards a regular you recognize, he's a little worse for wear but the man doesn't look too bad.

Alastor rushes over to Mimzy, his heart racing with an unfamiliar fear and worry. He takes in her appearance and releases a sigh of relief, grateful that she wasn't hurt in the altercation.

“Mimzy, what happened? Where is she?!”

"Fuckin Frank Tully came in lookin for your little pet. I had her hide in the office, but he almost got back there, lookin for her. He wasn't fuckin around Al." Mimzy looks as though she's trying to stay angry but her concern seeps through.

Alastor's blood runs cold at the mention of Frank Tully. He quickly follows behind Mimzy, his heart pounding with fear and worry. As he reaches the office, his eyes scan the room for any signs of you, only to find it empty. "Little doe, where are you?"

"Alastor...?" a small voice say.

As he looks towards it he can see you crawl out from under the desk. Alastor lets out a sigh of relief and rushes over to you. He carefully pulls you out from under the desk and envelopes you in a protective embrace while burying his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your sweet scent.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was about you, my little doe?"

"Alastor!" You sob out, clinging to him desperately. "I was so scared!"

Alastor holds you tight, his heart aching at the sound of your sobs. He gently strokes your back, whispering soft and soothing words into your ear. "I'm here, my little doe, I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you."

Mimzy walks in and clears her throat in an attempt to let you know she's there, not wanting to interrupt anything.

Alastor reluctantly releases you from his embrace, turning to face Mimzy with a stern expression. He takes a protective step in front of you, shielding you from her view. "Can this wait, Mimzy? I think my little doe has been through enough for one day."

"That's why I came back here. I think you should take her home. I don't doubt that they'll be back for her. We weren't especially convincing and he seemed pretty determined to find you, girlie." Mimzy's tone is chiding, but her face gives away her concern.

Alastor turns back to face you, his eyes softening as he takes in your pale and distressed appearance. He gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear and tilts your chin upward, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You gaze up at him, eyes wet with tears. "He's not going to stop..." You say in a quiet, shaky voice. "He won't stop till he finds me..."

Alastor's expression darkens at the thought of someone causing you harm. He wraps his arms around you once again, pulling you into a tight embrace and his voice is low and dangerous when he speaks. "Don't worry, little doe. He won't be getting near you ever again. I won't let him hurt you. I'll protect you with my life if I have to."

You press your face into his chest, trembling. "He's going to kill me for what I did... he won't stop..." You sob.

Alastor's grip around you tightens as he hears your desperate words. He lets out a frustrated growl before steeling himself and pushing you back slightly to look at your face, his own is set in determined lines. "I won't let that happen."

Mimzy lays a gentle hand on Alastor’s shoulder, quietly saying in his ear, "I'll get the car ready, you can drive her home."

Alastor nods curtly at Mimzy. "Yes, I will make sure she gets home safe." He says in a voice that leaves no room for argument before turning his attention back to you, scooping you up in his arms. "Come on, let's get going."

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close. As Alastor carries you effortlessly to Mimzy's car, his heart pounds in his chest at the nearness of you. He sets you gently in the passenger seat before getting in himself, starting the car and driving off with a determined expression on his face.

The rage in his heart begins to grow more that you're no longer in him arms to calm him and he realizes he hasn't gone hunting since you began to live with him. With today's events, Alastor begins to decide that maybe now is the time to get back to it.

Alastor tries to ignore the growing desire for blood, but it's too tempting. He will hunt tonight. Not until you're asleep and safe in bed, but he will hunt. Though, it won't be for him this time, it's for you. He only used to hunt for pleasure, but now that you're here, being threatened, he has a new purpose. To hunt down and kill every last Tully in New Orleans. Ending with your brother-in-law. He'd save him for last, so he knows what's coming, has time to fear it first.

The meat always did taste better after a little fear was put into it.

When he arrives home, he turns to find you asleep in the seat beside him. Alastor smiles softly as he takes in your peaceful expression. It warms his heart to see you sleeping and his mind wanders to thoughts of how beautiful you are. He exits the car, rounding to your door to scoop you up once more and carry you into his room, laying you in his bed. It was the safest room in the house, and the only one with a bolt.

Alastor looks down at you, resting peacefully in his bed and it takes all his willpower not to lean down and steal a kiss from your lips, he wants to touch you so much that it shocks him. He'd never felt this way about anyone before.

Alastor can't help but smile at the sound of your gentle breathing, his heart swelling with emotions he doesn't completely understand and again he wishes he could touch you. His eyes follow your every soft breath, the rise and fall of your chest -it was enough to drive him wild. But he manages to pull himself away, bolting the door behind him and turning with an evil grin. It was time to go hunting.

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The Anthology - Chapter 3: Down Bad

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

He’d made it all up.

It’s the only explanation Steve can conjure as he finds a seat in the corner of the café and picks up this morning’s copy of The Daily Star that’s laying on the table, his trusty baseball cap and aviators providing some semblance of cover from the blinding sunshine and the sharp eyes of other patrons.

NAT'S NIGHT OUT!!

He thumbs through the pages until he finds the images promised on the cover. Not only are they grainy from the zoom of the long lens being pushed to its limits, but also a touch overexposed. In any case, it doesn’t matter. He sees them all the same as he runs his hand over the shot of Natasha seated at a booth in a nightclub with a cocktail in hand. Of her dancing with her friends. And finally, of her leaving at the end of the night with a jacket draped over her shoulders that’s at least three sizes too big to be her own.

The last thought ties his stomach in knots, but truthfully, it’s the common denominator in all of the photos that’s most excruciating – the way she’s beaming from ear to ear. Not that he would ever begrudge her for finding happiness. It’s all he truly wants for her. And yet, he’d be lying if he said seeing her having the time of her life doesn’t make him feel as though there’s vice in his chest, slowly but surely squeezing the life out of him.

Since she inexplicably shut him out, his mental real estate has been consumed by trying to understand why. His nights have been divided between ruminating on what he could have done wrong and worrying that something had happened that she’s too afraid to share. Though seeing what’s in front of him now, he realizes that maybe the answer isn’t as complicated as he thought. For that shift between them, that cloying desire for more – be it time, touches… all of it – could have very well been one-sided. Perhaps he had assumed, wrongly, that the feeling was mutual. A severe miscalculation on his part when, in reality, it’s merely something his mind had fabricated to keep him from noticing that little by little, he had been covertly surrendering pieces of his heart to her.

Ah, hell.

His hand flies to his face at the gravity of the revelation, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Hearts were never supposed to be part of the deal. And up until this very moment, it hadn’t occurred to him that he had jumped the gun. Not this irrefutably, at least. But while it’s taken him this long to figure it out, it’s evident that she had seen it first, her actions since then making her stance on the matter loud and clear.

“God, I thought I’d never make it to the end of that line.” Bucky’s complaint interrupts his thoughts, and he looks up in time to see his costar walk up to the table, offering him one of the to-go coffees in his grasp. “You owe me for that one, pal.”

“Add it to my tab,” he says dejectedly, accepting the cup as he rises from his seat. “You ready-”

“And what do we have there?” Bucky says, his lips curling into an approving smirk, and he follows his gaze to see him eyeing the magazine on the table. “Looks like someone had fun last night.”

“Seems so,” he says, and if Bucky is at all offended by his dismissive tone, he doesn’t show it. “Come on.”

They manage to exit the café unnoticed, but it’s as they turn the corner that they hear the telltale clicking of cameras. Next to him, Bucky scoffs. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

He looks up to see the hordes of paparazzi gathered at the end of the block, and with a sigh, he grips his coffee tighter, keeping his head low as he and Bucky begin to approach. As grateful as he is that he gets to do what he loves for a living, it’s times like this that truly made him miss being back home in Brooklyn, where people didn’t pay him any mind so long as he wasn’t blocking their way.

The commotion grows louder as they near, and they’re bombarded by questions the second they enter the melee.

“Steve, how are you doing today?”

“Can we get a smile, James?”

“Is this Cap’s final movie?”

“Excuse me,” he says firmly, bringing his free hand up to push away the lens when the paparazzo that asks the last question gets a little too close for comfort.

“Oh, come on, Steve!” the man says as he continues to follow him. “Just give us a scoop!”

“No comment,” he says, the exasperation evident in his tone now.

“If not about the movie, then something about your costars! There’s gotta be something. Your leading lady doesn’t seem interested in working-”

Anger flashes through him like lightning, and in an instant, he turns, his coffee hitting the ground as both his hands reach for the man’s collar. “What did you just say?” he says practically through gritted teeth. Vaguely, he’s aware of the voices and the clicks of the cameras intensifying as he tightens his grip, but he can’t bring himself to care. “Say it!”

Before he can get a response, Bucky is there, trying to wedge himself between him and the paparazzo. “Steve,” Bucky says, his voice all but pleading. “It’s not worth it, man.” He nods towards the crowd. “Come on, let go.”

He glances at the sea of cameras and phone screens that’s amassed around them before looking back at the man in his grasp who still has a smug look painted on his face. With a final glare at his captive, he shoves him away.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” Bucky says the second they're in the safety of the gym's lobby, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to stop him in his tracks.

His only response is to shrug out of Bucky’s grasp as he heads for the lockers. What did it matter, anyway.

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 (Coming Soon)

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need to stop going into the tag again, i keep just making myself annoyed fjsgdheh

[dhoranbolt]

I need reader who's shy/easily embarrassed, and Sukuna who just pops up whenever to say the most unhinged out of pocket shit on the side of Yuji's face just to see her go bright red.

read fic here

Sukuna who takes the opportunity to lick her face when Yuji tries to reach out and move some hair from her face. The gasp she let's out is choked, and Sukuna grins as Yuji is quick to pull away with a sound of disgust.

"That's not all I can do with my tongue. I'll show you one of these days, when the brat let's me out to play." It's a threat and a promise. Sukuna can't wait to take the drivers seat and devour her.

Sukuna who taunts the both of them for his own amusement, keeping her walking on eggshells whenever she's around Yuji

Who pops an eye open to watch as she bends over to pick something up, taking a moment to admire her ass before he opens his mouth. And when he finally does, "I cant see the swell of your cunt, bend some more for me." Yuji's quick to slap a hand over his cheek and ignore the sting, only for Sukuna to make his way to the back of his hand and cackle

Sukuna who isn't paying attention to what the brats are doing until he hears her moaning. Cracking an eye opened to see she's putting food in her mouth, eyes closed and a faint smile pulling at her lips.

"Do you always moan like that when you put things in your mouth? Or are you just showing off for me." She nearly chokes on the food, eyes going wide and cheeks burning red as she looks at him.

Sukuna who refuses to acknowledge the fact he enjoys her reactions for anything more than his own entertainment.

But who does start to notice the subtle change in Yuji's behavior towards her

Who makes it his new goal in life -to keep himself entertained of course, no other reason- to make the both of them so uncomfortable in each other's presence.

Because if he can't physically toy with his new (not favorite) human, he'll gladly do it from the passengers seat of his vessel and make everyone involved miserable.

@saiki-enthusiast here's the tag!! I hope you enjoy 😊 I have a fic that's like a follow up to this that I'm still working on, it's a little dark/ noncon though, if anyone was interested!

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husband!gojo ✮| headcannons

gojoxfem!reader

MDNI -> warnings: afab reader (but anyone can read yk), sfw&nsfw, arranged marriage, slight angst, comfort, pet names, flufflufffluff!, cunnilingus, gojo is pussy whipped, fingering, creamycreamycreamiest creampies, reader calls gojo daddy!, tummypushing

a/n: i had a dream abt this with some random guy and when i woke up i was so disappointed :(( LOL angwah heres some quick gojo headcannons bc i truly miss him and im so lonely.

husband!gojo who you married per each family’s request, making your marriage an arranged one.

husband!gojo who hated the idea of being tied down.

husband!gojo who couldnt wait for the ceremony to end, however when he watched you walk down the aisle, looking so innocent, he felt a tug at his heartstrings.

husband!gojo who didnt know what to do when on your honeymoon. he didnt know whether or not to interact with you or to keep his distance like he promised himself. he decides for the latter.

husband!gojo who enjoys coming to work everyday after his honeymoon because his cute little wife always delivers his lunch to him despite not asking you to.

husband!gojo who starts to soften even more when he sees that you wait for him to come home from work. youre usually sleeping on the couch. he gently scoops you up in his arms and takes you to bed.

husband!gojo who sees that you start getting tired of the routine after a while. making his lunches, waiting for him to come home late. you stop delivering his lunches personally, opting to just give it to him before he leaves in the morning. he doesnt see you when he comes home either.

husband!gojo who makes sure to wash up before slipping into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you . he missed you.

husband!gojo who feels you wake the next morning, obviously confused to see his arms around you. he sighs before bringing you closer to his chest.

husband!gojo who whispers apologies and sweet nothings in your ear as you settle yourself into him with suspicion.

he strokes your head as he says. “im sorry. i know you didnt want this marriage either. im sorry that youve been doing all this alone. i promise ill be here for you. just tell me what you need and i will do everything to help you. youve changed me y/n.”

you look at him, with creased eyebrows, obviously still not trusting him fully.

“ill give you time.” husband!gojo sighs as he lets go of you to get ready for work. you still make him lunch that day.

husband!gojo who comes home and doesnt see you on the couch. he understands that he needs to wait for your response but there is a small part of him that is wondering whether or not you have left.

husband!gojo who sighs in relief when he opens the door to your shared bedroom, seeing you all dolled up in a pretty pj set, sitting comfy on the bed.

husband!gojo who smiles when he sees your face brighten in delight. you walk up to him.

husband!gojo who is surprised when you wrap your arms around him and kiss him with your soft lips. he groans into the kiss, regretting the fact the he never kissed you after the wedding.

husband!gojo who melts to your touch as your bring him to the bed. you remove his jacket and tie as your straddle him, kissing him more harshly.

husband!gojo who makes sure youre okay with with what’s going to happen next. he kisses you again when you say yes.

husband!gojo who takes his sweet time with you. stripping you from your garments,leaving you bare infront of him. he sinks his long fingers into your sopping cunt, your head lolling back in pleasure.

husband!gojo who’s eyes roll back when he finally tastes you. youre addcitive. he laps up your juices, swirling his tongue on your clit. you cum twice on your husband’s tongue, his hands holding your legs apart so they wont close. his fingers continues to scissor you until youre screaming.

husband!gojo who fucks you in missionary position, making sure to watch your face as your react to the pleasure hes giving you.

husband!gojo who cums inside of you only to turn that cum into a creamy mess around your pussy as he pounds into you some more. he can feel his creampie dripping out of you and down his balls.

husband!gojo who enjoys how loud youve become. moaning obscenities and calling him daddy. he wants to fuck you till your dumb!

“fuck princess, youre so fucking messy. fuc—nghh..” he tries to speak but your pussy is squeezing him too well he can barely get words out.

“please daddy!! i need—aghh.. i need you! dont stopp—ahh…” you groan as you have your fourth orgasm of night.

husband!gojo who watches hearts form in your eyes when he cums inside of you for the final time. you can feel his warmth trickling into your womb.

husband!gojo who pulls out and watches his loads flood out of you. he presses on your stomach, watching as more cum gushes out of you.

husband!gojo who brings a warm towel to wipe up the cream around your sex. you moan as he does so, still recovering from all of your orgasms.

husband!gojo who wraps you up into his arms once again, praising you for how well you did.

“you did so good love..” he says stroking your back.

husband!gojo who reminds you that he has fallen in love with you and will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you are comfortable in this marriage with him.

husband!gojo who knows the two of you will be okay when you peck him on the lips and tell him that you love him.

[chastiefoul]

love and deepspace men when you (playfully) reject their kiss ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel

fluff, fluff, FLUFF

zayne

his kiss landed on the outer corner of your lips instead as you turned away at the very last second as he leaned in

he just stared at you for a solid five seconds.

“was this because i left you on read this afternoon?” his voice was soft, uncertainty danced across his feature. you just shrugged, turning away from him to hide the smile you’ve been trying really hard to suppress.

he grabbed a hold of your waist first, keeping you in place. he saw the shameless smile on your face, couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle of his own. “should’ve known.”

you laughed, “but you did left me on read, how dare you?” his thumb moved up and down on your side as he made no change on his expression, like doing a gesture he didn’t even realize doing it. “alright then, i apologize for not replying within twenty minutes, since i did give you a call as soon as i was available.”

you put your hands on either side of his cheeks, he leaned into the touch. of course, it didn’t bothered you one bit when he didn’t reply right away since you knew very well how demanding his job was.

you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, you could feel his little smile as you pulled away. “good work today, zayne.”

“hm, then surely you would indulge me more of that for a moment longer?”

xavier

he’s quiet for a moment; he did kiss you, but he didn’t know why you’d turn your head on the last second like that as he kissed you on the cheek instead.

he casted his gaze downwards, looking like a rejected kitten in a pouring rain searching for its owner.

your heart squeezed at the adorable act, lifting his chin with your palm. he tilted his head questioningly, the words was obvious on his face. did i do something wrong today? were you mad?

xavier stared at you as he recalled today’s events, but he reached his wits end pretty fast since he still had no idea why you’d reject his kiss.

you then giggled at his clueless expression, and xavier immediately understood that you’re being playful. he let out a little sigh of relief, embracing you. his neck deep at the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling you in the best way possible.

“you’re too playful at times,” he mumbled, he looked like he had all the peace in the world. “sorry, will you forgive me?” you ran your fingers through the back of his head. “i’ll forgive  you if you promise not to reject my kiss ever again,” he said.

you laughed, “okay then, if you insist.”

rafayel

oh. he looked so offended beyond belief. you’d think someone had insulted his painting; a product from his passion and effort. but to think it’s just a face he made because you didn’t want him to kiss you.

“i see what this is,” he started, the dramatic side of him just wouldn’t let this slide. you challenged, “yeah? what is it?”

“you tell me. this is just the beginning isn’t it. first you reject my kiss, next thing i know you’d be packing your bags, telling me you’ve fallen out of love.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his pout was the most exaggerated as it’s ever been.

you had to hold your laugh so hard, you covered your mouth with your fist. “it was just a kiss rafayel, i wasn’t feeling it.” you replied, trying your best to sound serious.

“wasn’t feeling it?” he gasped, like you just insulted his whole entire bloodline. he put up a palm in front of your face, like refraining you to say more controversial things. he took a deep breath to calm himself, “it’s fine, it’s not like i was eager to kiss you either.” he mumbled like he was talking to himself, although it’s obvious he’s being a little loud on purpose. also, lies. he practically bounced on air when he approached you.

finally a laugh escaped you, rafayel looked at you and he just fumed. “just so you know i expect you to make up for all the emotional distress i just went through.” you laughed a little more as you grabbed a hold of his face. “i would kiss you many times to make it up but i think someone just said he wasn’t really that eager to kiss me?” you raised an eyebrow.

his eyes lit up for a moment at the mention of a kiss, and next second he looked around frantically to make an excuse. “it’s okay i understand, fighting that many wanderers who make a lot of strange screeching noises? it’d disturb your hearing a little. i said i was eager to kiss you.” he smiled, nodding to himself. you laughed once more at his ridiculousness.

“sure, let’s go with that excuse.” you kissed him and when you pulled away he held your head, giving you multiple kisses before he let you go with a grin.