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r3starttt · 4 months

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SHOW ME HOW

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virgin!reader x ellie williams

summary: you thought the love you felt for ellie was in a platonic way, but maybe deep inside you the answer was already there, just waiting for it to be revealed, in a dream that Ellie is willing to help you with.

warnings: smut, virginity loss, pet names (pretty girl, babe, baby, good girl), first kiss, corruption, thigh riding.

It’s been aproximately ten years since you first met her, Ellie Williams, your best friend and the person your whole family adores probably as much as they adore you. The only one that knows everything about you, the one that brings your true self, the one that’s seen almost everything.

You’ve been friends since forever, best friends. The type to have sleepovers, to hug and hold hands, cuddle and be all the time together, do everything together. And of course people said things and thought things about it, about how close you were and how best friends don’t to that, but the answer you two gave was always “we’re like family” and it was credible, enough.

It wasn’t a lie though, or so you thought since it was her idea to give the answer. She’d come up with most of the plans, most responses, most of everything. Not because you never suggested anything but because she’s way more stubborn than you are and there’s no way she let you take the big decisions, there’s also no way at all that she takes no as a response and you’re the biggest people pleaser she’s ever known.

And again, it’s been years of friendship, years of seeing each other in all type of ways for many different reasons. Years of what seemed like endless nights of talking nonstop, or days even. Months when there was no school or job or anything to do but be with each other all the time unless Ellie had plans with other girls “friends” that she’ll end up bragging about later. So you knew everything about each other, you’d tell everything detailed, you trusted each other.

And she’d always assure you that everything she did with or for you was for the better, same applied for her, in different ways of course. She’s never been problematic or mean or anything like that, but she was the one to make you smoke and drink for the first time in your life. And you, you only made her listen to your boring music for hours or have the cute and boring plans as she calls them. But at the end of the day, is all fair, you both do what’s best for each other based on your different needs.

That’s why you love her so much, and until this week you’ve thought it was pure platonic love, the one that you feel for your family, and she’s family. But she changed everything, everyone said it’ll eventually happen, and you always, always prayed to god that It didn’t, you failed.

Ellie spoke for hours about this new girl she’d just met, something casual as usual, but apparently it stocked to you because later that day you had a dream about it. And it doesn’t really bother you to have a dream like that, not even because she’s in it, because it doesn’t mean anything right? But it felt too good and too real to forget or ignore or let go. And the more you think about it, the more you keep feeling like it might actually mean something.

Because she was in fact hot, attractive in all possible ways, and she’s not just hot but also pretty, delicate in her way. She’s smart and sweet and knows you incredibly good, and she’s always supportive. And she shows she cares about you, even when she’s all awkward and shy about it she’d do anything to let you know she cares about you as much as you care about her.

And there’s nothing else that you love more than that, and now probably nobody else that can make you feel it, you won’t let anyone else try to fill that space. It’s just not the same even if you tried. It’s not Ellie.

So now that you’re currently at her house in her bed, cuddling, you’ve been thinking about this while situation, how to address it without being awkward for you and without being too explicit as well.

She doesn’t mind it, she knows you’ve had thoughts like this about girls before, but you’ve never done anything romantic with anyone before. Not even kissed anyone or hold hands, nothing. Not because you’re innocent or afraid but because you haven’t found someone worth your first experiences.

“What’re you thinking ‘bout?” you can feel her hands rubbing circles on your back as she speaks, suddenly stopping and letting go of her phone, making you groan. You’ve been watching random shit in her phone for hours, trying to keep her busy from reading you. “Nothing” your hands move unconsciously tighter around her, pressing the side of her stomach and making you feel the small laugh that your very fake ‘nothing’ had elicited in her.

“You’ve been zoning out, I thought you wanted to sleep but you’re clearly not tired, so” she let go of you, slowly readjusting herself on the bed so that she could properly rest her back on the headboard “what is it? Mhm?”

“It’s something sex related, you know it’s all awkward f’ me el” you shifted your eyes towards her half leaded ones, furrowing at her corky smile “see? you’re already laughing at me and I-“ your voices overlapped, making you stop talking first “You gotta find yourself a boy or girl or whatever. If you keep hoping for the one worth your body then you’re gonna fucking lose your mind” little does she know, you thought, laughing at her comment and motioning your hand as in a silent ‘forget it’

“I mean it” Ellie spoke again, clearly determined to make you speak “It’s your fault, maybe if you stopped telling me every detail of all the girls you ‘relieve stress’ with then I would keep being an innocent girl” you positioned your hands together, as if you were praying. Now sitting in front of her.

You stopped the moment she hit your arm, rolling your eyes “You have no innocence in your body, you’ve always been a fucking mess, specially with people” before you could say anything about it she spoke again “Tell me, you know I don’t care” she shrugged her shoulders, making a small pout. She looked particularly pretty today.

“Did you do something today? y’ look different” Ellie rolled her eyes, letting out a exaggerated groan “eyeliner maybe, now stop avoiding and tell me about whatever wet dream you had now” yup, there she was, best friend that knows everything. And the stupid friend that besides being people pleaser knows shit about lying.

“I fucking hate you” a pillow thrown by you made her open her eyes again, chuckling at how obvious you were. “remember what you told me the weekend? I dreamt about it… but you were there and it felt wrong” you mumbled the last words, audible enough for Ellie to understand. She didn’t care, neither did you, well, you tried not to care much. But your body reacted before your mind would let you do anything so you felt already sweating and practically burning. And again, she knew and she noticed, but didn’t care.

“Why? didn’t I fuck you good enough? I’m not worth your body either?” Ellie’s characteristic sheepish smile formed on her face as she got closer to you, leaning on her elbows and tilting her head, mocking you. “I’m not gonna give you details, I’m just saying I feel wrong… it doesn’t mean anything but-“ “it means something, don’t be a pussy and accept you might feel like fucking your best friend”

Hearing the words out loud was less frightening than you would expect, maybe it was Ellie’s voice but the idea wasn’t as disgusting as you felt it was. Not wrong either.

“Stop it, alright? you know I would never” her eyes felt like they were piercing your body, like they could read your mind, like she could eat you alive any moment. And the closer she moved to you the more stupid you felt “Ellie, please” you tried pushing her away once she was practically on top of you, she was playing of course, and she would stop. “You seem to like it, tell me what you dreamt of, Mhm?” Or maybe she meant it this time.

You weren’t sure what to do or say, she’s never played like this with you, and you’ve never even kissed anyone. Yet before you could try anything she laughed. Her hands were pressed on top of yours, sinking in the mattress along your bodies. And her face was so close to yours her mocking laugh brushed your cheeks. You were craving her now.

She let go of you, resting her body against the headboard again and shifting her eyes towards the sides of the bed, looking for an empty space on the wooden tables to place her phone. “Come here” her hands patted her lap, spreading her legs to make some space for you.

And so you did, crawling to her lap and sitting comfortably on it, positioning your legs in between hers. Ellie’s hands slowly cupped your face “I’m doing my job as a friend, this doesn’t count if you don’t want it too, yeah?” a small laugh brushed her lips, mocking your noticeable lost eyes that were wandering all over her face, from her eyes to her lips as she spoke.

She’d made a mess out of you already, without even touching you. But her tenderness, her voice, her body, the way she felt snd smell, everything had a specific effect on you that had been hiding for a long while. It was like drinking for the first time.

Her lips pressed on yours, it was a tender kiss, sweet and gentle. It didn’t last long “it’s okay, it’s only natural baby” her hands moved from your face to your thighs, caressing every inch of them in the most delicate way ever. Nothing you could ever imagine on your own.

So you kissed her again, now with an idea of what to do but letting her guide your every moves. Her tongue eventually got involved as well, dancing with yours and filling your mouth with the most delicious motions ever. Again, nothing you could ever imagine in your own.

You could feel the heat and wetness increase in between your legs, ashamed for getting like this so fast but too focused on Ellie’s body to actually care. She purposely lifted the leg you were sitting on, shaking it the moment she felt her knee against your cunt. “You can move… it’s alright” she mumbled in between kisses, leading your waist with her hands so you could grind on her.

You knew what she liked, based on everything she’d told you before, so you did what you could, moaning on her mouth as she liked it, and letting her guide you as well. You added pressure on your own, riding her leg practically, gently jumping on it whenever you felt like you needed more.

“Yeah, just like that baby. You’re doing so good” her hands tucked your dress on your panties, right above your waist so you could move freely. Then she pushed you closer, making you rest your head on her neck. And you took the chance to do something you’ve dreamt of, tasting it and leaving marks on it along wet kisses that kept making her as wet as you.

You could hear her small whines in your ear every time your kisses an grinding combined, she could cum just by your touch, and so could you. But what was the fun in that?

“What did you dream?” her hands moved back to your ass, guiding it over her thigh, slowly. “Uhm…f-fuck” you couldn’t speak properly, too focused on the sensation “your fingers” you managed to say. It was pathetic for both, to be enjoying this so much. It didn’t feel right, but it didn’t count right?

“That all?” you shocked your head, feeling a knot of pleasure forming on your stomach and your legs getting weaker at every movement Ellie guide your body to do. “I was…on my knees” too shy to say the words out loud you gulped, hoping she’d understand “yeah? what happened first?” The grip on you tightened the moment she noticed you getting closer to your climax, making every move painfully slower “Y-Your fingers… please”

“What a good girl, already begging” her hands grabbed your waist, tight enough to make you stop “take it off, I need to see you whole or I won’t do anything” she gripped your dress as she spoke, pulling the hem of it. You hesitated before doing it, this was new for you, and for the first time ever you felt genuinely innocent with her, so dumb and ashamed of yourself.

Her lips took you out of trance, pressing them on your temple and murmuring something in between “it’s okay” kiss “you can” kiss “trust me” kiss “please baby, just let me see you” and now her eyes were in front of yours, she knew how to use the puppy eyes. You nodded, feeling Ellie’s hands slowly move to the back of your dress, unsipping it.

You stood on your knees, in between Ellie’s legs. You could feel your dress loosening as you heard the zip lowering down your body until it stopped at your lower back. You helped Ellie remove it, raising your arms so she could finally take it off, revealing your bare chest immediately, accompanied by your panties, that were removed as well.

Being completely naked in front of Ellie felt right, it didn’t count, this whole experience. But how you wish it did. The way her excitement is revealed by her eyes, wandering all over you and taking note of every mole, mark, anything that’s in your body and it’s usually unnoticed. Her eyes, her freckles, her hair, her touch and voice, all so gentle yet so hungry. She’s starving already, and you adore that.

Her breathing became erratic as how inviting you looked, she needed to touch you, to hear you and savour you whole.

Ellie tapped the sides of your waist, pushing you carefully and somehow not breaking eye contact. She need you but couldn’t get you as she wanted in her current position, so once she got you sitting in front of her, patiently waiting, she started to take her clothes off.

Being at her house, with you, she wasn’t wearing more than a hoodie she’s probably been wearing for days already. and her usual pair of boxers, already drenched under some black shorts. Ellie was quickly, motioning her hand once she finished so you could sit on her lap again.

You obeyed, sitting on her and waiting for her to instruct your movements again. Both her index and middle finger brushed your lips. You looked at her, furrowing your brows a little “open” Ellie murmured, opening her own mouth as well.

She slowly introduced them inside your mouth, unconsciously smiling at the pretty image in front of her. You took them in, brushing them with your tongue and covering them with your saliva. They moved in and out of your mouth, slowly. “good girl”

Her free hand was resting on your thigh, making small circles near your hip bone with her thumb. You wanted to move, you needed it, but the fear of making a mistake was bigger, it wouldn’t count though, but something inside you felt like it might.

Her fingers came out of your mouth, you noticed the string of saliva connecting them with your lips, letting out your tongue one las time to cut it. “You’re being so good f’ me baby” her voice came out slightly husky, breathing brushing your lips as she spoke.

Her hand trailed down your body until it came to your clit, massaging it painfully slowly and making you sigh in pleasure. She started slow, making small circles on it as her mouth kept occupied by your hardened nipples, her eyes kept fixated on you as she did her every move.

You tried pressing yourself on her, delicately coordinating your body to her motions and rubbing yourself against her fingers.

Her fingers stopped moving on your clit suddenly, moving now up and down your folds until she decided to finally let you have what you wanted, teasing your arousal by pressing the tip of her fingers right above it.

“Ellie…” you whimpered, desperately pressing yourself again her fingers. A ‘pop’ made you look down, realizing how badly she’d been covering both of your breasts with saliva “what baby?” her chin pressed in between them, looking straight into your eyes “I need you, I want you to fuck me” you begged, tightening your fists besides each side of your body, fully desperate “please”

“So pretty…asking for me” Ellie nodded, bringing your face closer to her as her fingers made their way inside you, motioning in and out of your aching cunt. She started slow and gentle, caressing your back until she heard those pretty moans you let out, and her name in small whimpers.

So she did it faster. And you did your job too, riding her fingers at some point eventually, the way they curved inside you, her knuckles hitting the outside of your cunt whenever she did it too hard and how deliciously she kept on rubbing your clit with her thumb. It was impossible for you to keep immobile.

“El, fuck…gonna cum” her smile widened, moving her face to your neck and leaving a tail of wet kisses on it, she murmured a ‘yeah?’ to which you nodded desperately, both increasing its movements until the pleasure became overwhelming, making you press you whole weight on Ellie as you got to your climax. Covering her whole hand in your juices.

“You made a mess pretty girl, mind me helping?” her fingers kept on moving some seconds after you came, abruptly removing them, eliciting a small whimper out of your lips.

You could feel your inner thighs covered in wet, she tried cleaning some of it with the rest of your thighs before moving her hand up your face again. You already knew what to do, licking them and flavoring your own taste.

She moved her face closer to yours as well, removing her fingers out of your mouth once you licked your juices off and pressing her lips on yours one last time “gotta clean you, yeah? you did good, just rest babe”

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flowerflowerflo · 4 months

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𓏲˳˚⊹ 🧸 become obsessed with yourself.

you are stupid. i said it. there. you are stupid.

let me get this straight. you are out here listening to these people who make you insecure. you are listening and actually giving a shit about people who put you down, make you feel unworthy, inferior, less of the absolute goddess that you are. you people please, you go above and beyond to help people & change yourself for people who would never do the same and for what. for people to like you? honey nobodys gonna like you. you dont even like yourself.

listen ml you need to get your priorities straight. sit down for a sec. like. just sit and genuinely ask yourself "what do i get out of this? how does this serve me?". go on, ask yourself. all these people who constantly think theyre better than you, that they can walk all over you, the ones that dont care a bit for you with their actions even if their words say otherwise, all these habits that only make you feel more low, more insecure, and dont align with where you wanna go in any way, shape or form. honey how in the hell does any of this serve you ???😭😭

i am sick to death of seeing the word selfish everywhere the moment somebody steps up and is brave enough to try and better themselves. the amount of times ive gotten "youre so selfish" or "youve changed" or "you werent like this before" jst because i got out of the most severe depression of my life where i came close to being unalive so many times is riDICULOUS and just shows how normalised insecurity and people pleasing is nowadays.

you see, people are always trying to follow the trend, follow the leader, follow everyone else nowadays. nobody actually honours what they want & that is a reflection of their own insecurity and traumas and emotions they are too scared to face. do you really want that for yourself? youve got such big dreams, such big potential, but what on earth do you do to fulfill them?

i dont think you realise just how limitless you actually are. you can do anything. we are all born the same. its only those with the courage to get up and try who will reach what they want and achieve greater things.

GET OBSESSED WITH YOURSELF. i am so DRAINED and TIRED of caring about what people think. i like something? im gonna do it. i dont care. fuck people pleasing. what are they gonna do when youre rich and famous and successful and thriving? YOU ARE THE ONLY VALIDATION YOU NEED. life is so much easier when you genuinely could not care less, like you just dont give a single shit. you are the only person who knows you inside out and will be there with you 24/7 365. it infuriates me how self hatred is so normalised nowadays. like what the actual fuck, why would you wanna spend your entire life hating the only person whos gonna be with you every second without fail, when you are perfectly capable of reversing that???? its ridiculous.

get up. get obsessed with yourself. the only validation you should be chasing is your own. pull yourself together girl. this is ridiculous. you are so much more than this. start acting like it. be ur own biggest fan. be ur own bestest friend. everything you need is already within you. u got this. 💕

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in-som-niyah · 2 months

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GirlDad!Jason who supports you all throughout your pregnancy; holding your hair when you get sick, rubbing your sore feet and ankles, holding you through cramps/braxton hicks, buying you everything you craved etc.

GirlDad!Jason who cried for hours after she was born. His little girl, just as beautiful as you, all bundled up in soft blankets. He never believed he could love someone so much, it was like his entire body was burning with love and compassion for this little bean in his arms. For once, the world stopped, just for him.

GirlDad!Jason drives the most carefully he ever has in his life when coming back from the hospital. Despite your incessant giggling about how you've never seen him so scared, he drove like a damn senior citizen. He was carrying the most precious cargo, could you blame him?

GirlDad!Jason who changes diapers, feeds, bathes and plays with your daughter. He never leaves her for more than 5 minutes, and is involved to the point of mild annoyance. You would put your daughter down for 5 seconds and return to her gone, and in his arms. It's the most adorable thing though, you wouldn't trade it for the world.

GirlDad!Jason who can't stand to see your daughter upset. It's a trait he developed when she got to the toddler age, always fussing about everything she can't have and Jason giving in. Every time.

GirlDad!Jason who cries on her first day of kindergarten. Would never admit it though, but he hates seeing her grow up. He dreaded the day she learned how to tie her shoes and zip up her coat independently. It makes him feel like she doesn't need him anymore :(

GirlDad!Jason who will, without fail, play princesses, hair salon, tea party and barbies with his daughter. It doesn't matter if the world needs saving or if Bruce is up his ass, his daughter comes second to nothing. Even if it's to kiss a minor booboo she got while running around the house.

GirlDad!Jason who always brings back little trinkets and toys for his daughter. Her bedroom will be cluttered with stuffed animals and shiny things that caught his eye or reminded him of her. She would anticipate his key in the door which meant daddy brought home something for her. No matter how old she gets, he won't stop.

GirlDad!Jason who absolutely fucks up bullies. Be it in kindergarten or in college, Jason will make sure she and her friends are never bothered again. I cannot disclose his methods for legal reasons.

GirlDad!Jason who doesn't freak out about periods. He's so loving and supportive and doesn't ever make her feel ashamed about it. He'll bring her tea, hot chocolate, hot water bottles, painkillers, heating pads and rub her back if she's in a lot of pain. He'll take the day off to stay with her, and never force her to go to school on those days.

GirlDad!Jason who absolutely spoils his daughter shamelessly. Mom said no more sweets? Well dad sure isn't going to place a bag of candy under her pillow the next day. She wants a car for her 16th birthday? His baby gets a pink Porsche with a bow on top. She's obsessed with X artist? All the merch in the world miraculously ends up in her room.

GirlDad!Jason who will tower menacingly over her first partner. It doesn't matter how much you or your daughter like them, Jason's imagining a thousand ways to hide their dismembered body.

GirlDad!Jason who needs to be talked down from killing said partner when he finds his daughter balled up in a crying mess on her bed when they break up. Nobody makes his precious girl sad. He'll definitely egg their house without your knowledge. He buys her everything she could ever ask for to make her feel better, no matter how stupidly expensive.

GirlDad!Jason who's always up to a conversation. No matter how embarrassing or personal, he'll listen and give honest advice. Because he's so open, your daughter almost never hides anything from him.

GirlDad!Jason who bawls after dropping her off at university. Again, would never admit it, but sleeps on the floor of her bedroom for the first month she's away. He can't help but miss his little (adult) girl. He also flips through pictures and videos on his phone of when your daughter was little and sheds a few tears. Honestly it only makes you love him more.

GirlDad!Jason who still doesn't like your daughter's college partner. He's better this time around, but still. Don't put murder past him. Yet.

GirlDad!Jason who cries when your daughter shows him her shiny new engagement ring. He's so excited yet terrified. His baby girl is all grown up now.

GirlDad!Jason who walks your daughter down the isle with the brightest smile on his face. He slowly comes around to liking her fiancé(é) and honestly wishes them well.

GirlDad!Jason who meets your daughter at the hospital, ready to meet his new granddaughter for the first time. He holds her in his arms, just like he did his daughter, and gleams knowing the cycle is repeating itself. He couldn't be more excited.

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a/n: sequel to this post i guess??? i needed something cute with jason and his daughter bc..... well..... we don't talk about my own father :D

night night guys

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heavenbarnes · 1 month

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under no circumstances did your simon want anyone from work knowing you existed.

far as the 141 (or anyone vaguely military) were concerned, simon was single.

when johnny tried to play matchmaker, he just assumed simon was guarded. when gaz harped on about this girl from his gym, he just assumed she wasn’t his type.

the boys lived with illusions of simon returning to an empty, sterile, sad excuse for a home. hardly a home, probably a shoebox of an apartment with the bare basics of furniture.

maybe a rhythmic drip of a faucet to keep him company.

never even an inkling of an idea that he might be coming home to you.

you who kept the home clean, but lived in- warm and loved in. soft things at every corner, soft bed you both slept in, soft couch for him to hold you on. doesn’t smell sterile, smells nice, smells like-

well, you.

it wasn’t shame, embarrassment- if he could, he’d tell any poor sod who’d listen just how much he adored you.

simon thought himself the luckiest fucker alive for even knowing you, let alone loving you. he’d die a thousand lonely times if he did anything to lose you.

safety.

“this job doesn’t lend itself to lovers” price’s voice had rung loud in his head.

he knew his captain was right, he trusted his word more than he trusted his own mind. but his captain hadn’t met you yet.

he hadn’t seen that look you could give him, fluttering lashes and a hazy smile. he hadn’t felt the way you held him, when the days were long and his actions were unforgivable.

he didn’t know that you’d forgive every terrible thing simon had ever done, without a second thought.

you weren’t just a lover, you were the start and end of it all. his big bang.

nobody was ever supposed to know you existed.

simon had been so careful, so fucking careful- he’d suffered days and nights keeping your existence secret. it still wasn’t enough.

it wasn’t johnny’s fault, he didn’t blame johnny but that was one person who knew you in the greater context of “ghost.”

one too many.

“d’ya know L.T’s got a pretty thing at home?”

gaz had laughed, laying another card on the table as he did it.

“and who’d that be? her majesty the queen?”

price even snorted a chuckle out his nose, surveying the hand he was sure to play.

“wouldn’t give me a name, all he’d give me w’sweetheart”

“simon’s got a sweetheart named sweetheart? yeah, and i’ve got a chance at beating the captain”

sweetheart.

security measure two, when the first fails. no names, an alias that was easy to remember. no slip ups.

thankfully, everyone thought johnny had been chatting shit (as he often did) and didn’t care to push further.

but rumours only grow.

simon felt like he was living his life checking around corners. he was used to it at work, but when he was home he was meant to be free.

he couldn’t breathe knowing you could be compromised- that there was a chance he could lose you when he feels like he only just found you.

and when you were finally compromised? hell hath no fury.

there was only one option, they wouldn’t stop hunting you. they knew you were the only thing simon was scared to lose. to him, there was no other way.

price’s hands might’ve shook as he placed the folded flag in your hands, royal blue and silken. returning his mask to its rightful home, skull plate staring back at you.

where his eyes should be.

“if there is anything we can do”

all you could do was a blank stare right through him- show no emotion, show no fear. simon’s words were banging around your head.

that unmistakable feeling of eyes on your back as you retreated, carrying what was left of “ghost” back to your home. to your bed, military corners still tucked perfectly.

gently laying the flag to rest, running the mask through your fingers. what could a ghost really feel like?

bringing it to your lips, pressing a sweet kiss to its centre- where you usually might, before you’d send him off to fight for his country, always assuming he’d come home.

he’d been so careful, it wasn’t enough, everything had changed.

he had to change.

he let you pull the mask over his face, tracing the shape of the skull under a gentle finger tip. standing on your toes to press a kiss-

right between the eyes.

“something isn’t right, he kept this secret damn near the whole time we knew him- he dies and suddenly it all falls in our laps?”

gaz and johnny tailing price as he tore through the base, your file tucked under his arm. thin wee thing that it was, barely enough to piece together an idea.

might as well be chasing ghosts.

“simon sacrificed his life to keep that one safe, why the fuck would he let the details out? when he’s not alive to protect-“

the door was nearly off its hinges with the three men bursting through, putting the fear right through the wee thing at the desk.

“where are simon riley’s ashes?”

“oh, i’m sorry- they’ve already been claimed”

“who? by who?”

whilst the poor girl was gingerly sliding the record towards price, johnny was letting himself into the back room. a space that’d once contained simon’s urn, empty spare the twisted plastic full of fine grey dust.

“cap’n, you’re gonna’ want t’see this”

gaz was nearly vaulting the counter, snatching the ashes out of johnny’s trembling hand.

men with precision aim reduced to a murmur.

“who the fuck did we cremate?”

both men looking to their captain for- for what? help? a fucking clue as to what they’ve really got themselves into?

no use.

price was running a finger down the log book, settling on the name “simon ‘ghost’ riley.” signed out within the hour, only thing left being some poor fucker’s ashes and a set of initials.

signed out by S.H

S.H

sweetheart.

#ok who fucking knows what this is #also not canon there’s no way he’d ever do this to those guys #i just wanted to go crazy for a second #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley drabble #simon ghost riley drabble #simon riley blurb #simon ghost riley blurb

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agirlwhodreamsandwishes · 3 months

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Never again

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you feel like you are not worthy of being part of the avengers, you discover someone who thinks exactly the opposite.

a/n. So, this is my first fanfic :). I would really appreciate if you tell me if you liked and your opinions about it! I hope I don't dissapoint anyone! Any advice would be appreciated. And please, remember English is not my first language.

Word count: 1.5k

Fluff, shy Bucky.

As a new avenger everything was hard for you. Not because the rest of the team wasn’t nice or understanding with you, but because of all the pressure you had to go through. Everyone in the city was looking at you all the time, at the new girl, questioning every move you made. Why wouldn’t they? You are the novelty, something new to talk about after a calm period of time. You were there for six months and you were already stressed.

“Hey Y/N, you okay? You seem off.” You heard Wanda asking as she looked at you with a frown. You had made friends; Sam and Wanda were immediately your favorite people in the team since the first time you arrived, always so welcoming and nice. But you never tell them how you really felt; you didn’t want to be a bother, they all had their own worries and you didn’t want to be another one to add to the list. “Yeah! I’m just tired, I couldn’t sleep last night.” You try to fake a smile hoping she would buy it and stop asking.

Every day at night you go on a walk by a little beach near the compound— your safe place, a moment of peace in which you let your feelings out, crying while nobody is watching or listening to you. At least, you don’t think anyone notices your daily routine, you think you’re being cautious. But that’s not the case, there’s one person who has been watching you since almost the first time— Bucky Barnes, the cold and sometimes rude super soldier.

Bucky Barnes was stunned the first time you met him, but you thought he didn’t care about you. He looked at you when you introduced yourself, nodded and left the room. You almost cried. Why was he that rude? The truth was that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. When you met him you didn’t look scared of him nor you didn’t seem to hate him. You were like a ray of sunshine, smiling and being nice. He couldn’t allow himself to be near you, he didn’t deserve you. But he started to notice your nightly walks and he couldn’t allow you to go alone. What if something happened to you? No, no, that couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

Bucky suffered each time he saw you cry, but he didn’t want to interfere, thinking you wouldn't want him near. So he tried to cheer you up from a safe distance. You received flowers (sunflowers, because they reminded him of you), your favorite candies and, even once, a book you wanted to read for a few weeks before he sent it to you. You didn’t know who was buying those things for you, you thought you had some fan like the other avengers had.

“Hey! Sam! Look what I received today! Someone sent me some candles! They smell amazing!” Sam chuckled at your excitement looking discreetly at his super soldier best friend, who was sitting at the sofa, peeking at you from behind the book he was reading. “Y/N, that fan of yours must really like you a lot, doesn’t it look like that, Bucky?” Of course, he knew his friend, and he knew Bucky was head over heels for you. “Yeah, sure.” Bucky hid himself again behind the book, not before sending a death glare to his friend. You blush, realizing in that exact moment that he was there. You might have developed a tiny crush on him. Well, maybe not that tiny, but he was so handsome. And even though he barely talked to you, you loved when you saw him laughing and joking with Sam and Steve. It was a rare but beautiful sight.

It was night again, and the day had been really hard for you, you had made a mistake that caused the loss of some important files. The team was able to recover them, but still, you felt awful. It was like you only failed again and again. That night, you started walking by your comfort beach but you couldn’t see through all the tears falling down your eyes; it was too much. You sat in the sand and started crying; you couldn’t stop.

You felt strong arms wrapping you. “I’m here.” You could recognise that voice anywhere. Bucky was there, with you, hugging you and telling you that he was there for you. You hugged him tight while crying more and more, while he caressed your hair. “It’s okay, everything is going to be okay.”

When you calmed yourself, you didn’t want to move, you were too embarrassed to do something. Not only had someone seen you crying, but that someone was Bucky Barnes himself. “Y/N? Do you feel better now?”

You nod and look at him, your face completely red. He chuckles when he sees how embarrassed you are. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m here for you if you need me.”

“I… I feel awful. What I did today… it could’ve ended really badly, Bucky. I’m only a burden; I don’t belong here. People are watching me fail everyday at something. I can’t anymore.” You try to not start crying again but you fail.

“Don’t say that That’s completely false, Y/N. You’re really important here. You don’t realize how helpful you are here.” He hugs you again and kisses your forehead while you keep crying.

“Do you really believe that? I’m not that relevant; I’ve been here for six months.” You look at him again, still blushing.

“Don’t you realize how much we need you? It’s not only the fact that you are an amazing agent, it’s also because you always have a smile on your face, always smiling. You are always there when someone needs something, willing to help. You don’t want anyone to suffer, but you suffer alone. The team would not survive without you. I wouldn’t survive without you.” He whispered that last sentence and if it wasn’t for the fact that you were still hugging and you were so close to him, you would’ve missed it.”

“What?” You blushed again. “Bucky, what do you mean?”

It’s his turn to blush, as he ignores your question. “You know, it’s not the first time I see you here… I just didn’t want to bother you. It seemed like you wanted to be alone and… yeah, today… I couldn’t just stare and do nothing.”

“I appreciate it. I really do. I needed that hug.” You look straight in his eyes. “But can you answer my question, please?” You saw how he avoided your eyes and blushed more. You then realize that he hadn’t let you go off his arms, and you blush as you start to chuckle because you two look like idiots.

“Are you really gonna make me answer that? Can we ignore it, please?” He knew he’d have to answer but he didn’t want to.

“Yes, please.” You now looked at him with a serious expression and he realized that this was his chance, he was going to tell you how he feels about you.

“Okay, but please don’t interrupt me, I need to say this quickly” You nodded. “Y/N, I… since the fist time I saw you, you live rent free in my mind. You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. You truly are light; you bring sun to the darkest days. You remind me of a sunflower. When you started walking at night, I started too; I couldn’t let anything happen to you. When I saw you crying every night… my heart broke in a million pieces, I wanted to help you, be there for you everytime you needed me. But I didn’t know if you would’ve wanted me to be with you, I know that we are not that close, and I feel it’s my fault.” You didn’t know what to say; you stared at him in shock.

“Bucky, why? Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Why didn’t you talk to me? Or tried to be my friend?” You were trapped in his eyes, so blue you thought you could drown in them.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I… I have something to confess. The flowers, the candles… It was me.” He looked away from your eyes.

“Look at me, Bucky, please.” He looked at you, then at your lips. The tension was palpable. You looked at his lips and then up at his eyes. When you saw the way he’s looking at you, you felt at home, safe. You had never felt as loved as in that moment. So you did it. You kissed him and the world stopped. It was just both of you; nothing else mattered. You felt safe with him and you knew you’d never be alone again.

“Bucky? I don’t want to do this walks alone again.” He laughed and wrapped his arms around you again, kissing your forehead.

“Never again, love, never again”.

#bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes

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yulin-pop · 1 year

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⤷ ✧ Green Flags

Gender neutral

- order 79 | headcanons | Heartslabyul

Ace Trappola

— Gets along with your family

He may be a big jerk to you but when he meets your parents or any of your family he is literally perfect. He will do anything and everything to look good in front of your family. It’s for approval but he’s the type to actually care as well. If you have younger siblings then he’d be willing to babysit them and buy them things (nothing too expensive hes not that nice).

— Will call you out

This may seem like a red flag to some but disagreements in any sort of relationship is good. He would never invalidate how you feel but if you need to be set straight, then he’ll do that for you. And likewise, if you call him out then he’ll take it just as seriously. When this happens, one of you are bound to be a bit hurt but Ace is thankful that you would do that for him.

Deuce Spade

— Waits for you

He is very patient. Every text he sends, he sits there waiting staring at his screen for a good 5 minutes, just waiting. If you two have different classes he is still dedicated to walk you to your next class. As soon as the bell rings he runs out the room and waits for you outside of yours. He’s also the one that waits for you when you tie your shoes.

— Always excited to see you

He lights up whenever he sees you. It could’ve been just a short 5 minutes and he waltz over to you like he hasn’t seen you in months. If he wasn’t so shy about it, he would pick you up off your feet and spin you around in a tight hug. He really can’t deny how much he loves being around you.

Cater Diamond

— Hypes you up

Your personal hypeman right here! It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, your posture, location, or mood he will shower you with compliments. “O-M-G you literally look ethereal right now. C’mere!” Takes lots of photos of you. He will try his best to fix your hair or clothes if it gets messed up.

— Buys matching things

You have so many matching accessories. Keychains, hairclips, bracelets, necklaces, etc… He loves matching things and he thinks it’s just so cute to match with someone. He knows you’ll never turn him down!! If he catches you wearing it or you ask him to match it, he literally won’t shut up and he will be all over you— you’re just so cute!!

Trey Clover

— Looks into your interests and hobbies

Not only will he listen to you talk about your interests or hobbies, he will actually try to get into it himself. He will keep you updated on his progress of your favorite show/book/game. And with hobbies he’s probably not gonna be very good at it if it’s something he hasn’t tried but at least you’re there to help him.

— Pats your head

Okay everyone needs a good head pat. It’s honestly a thing that’s never failed him (for the most part). Sometimes he’s a little awkward with physical affection even thought he actually loves it. The most casually thing is to just pat your head and say “I love you good job”.

Riddle Rosehearts

— Listens without judgement

If you ever need to talk to him about your problems, he’s all ears. You can tell he’s listening closely because of his gaze. He really only sees you when you’re talking and nobody else. It’s very intense (ﾟ∀ﾟ)… Whether if you’re in the wrong or not, he doesn’t scold you on it and gives his earnest opinion.

— Checks up on you for no reason

Please pick up his calls or else he will think you got kidnapped or something. He sorta just calls you and you can hear the relief and happiness in his voice. When you two are together, he’s always staring at you— trying to read your facial expression. Don’t be surprised if he randomly stops by, he just does that. He doesn’t really have a reason nor does he have the time for that but he does it anyway.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #ace trappola #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #should I make a red flags? /j

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jade-jini · 8 months

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imagine loser g!p yunjin…

(These pics came to save my writer block)

Imagine? I breathe for every word in that sentence anon😭. You get me too well we should kiss anyway.

Loser Yunjin who made you fall for her with her silly jokes and pickup lines and loud personality😭 Yunjin is part of the loser puppy line (yes with minjeong) so you know she gets excited easily. Girlie is loud. Even at lunch time where is crowded af you can easily tell whose loud ass laugh is that. That kept catching your attention, until you recognized her in one of your classes and for some reason couldn’t stop looking at her.

Oh but Yunjin? No she’s noticed you since day 1. Not only noticed you but she fell HARD. She had Sakura already tired ‘cause of how much she’d talk about you. She has dreamy eyes and a dreamy smile just mentioning something you did, something as simple as “today the professor asked a question and nobody knew. Well, I did, but then- KKURA LISTEN! But then y/n raised her hand really fast! And her answer was even more correct than my answer!”

“How is it more correct if you had the same answer Yunjin—”

“IT WAS MORE CORRECT OK? IT WAS PERFECT! She is perfect :(”. Loser. Loser and simp.

Whenever you walk into the room her friends would tell her and she’d go from playing around recreating this fight scene she saw while playing genshin to just quickly shutting up and be like 🧍🏻‍♀️pretending she was all well behaved and cool but it was too late you saw the whole thing ndkdjdj. She got so embarrassed but you thought it was cute 😭 you’d exchange a few words from time to time but nothing too serious, and she always had either a silly joke or a “pickup line” that was so bad it made you laugh every time. Yunjin in her brain be like: I failed successfully :D!

One day tho some mf saw the way she’d stare at you and told her somebody like you would never even look at a loser like her in that way :( poor baby got so sad that day but plot twist! You started playing genshin ‘cause of her 🥺, favorite character being Yunjin Ofc for obvious reasons (when you told her she blushed so hard ‘cause you winked at her and everything nsjdncjf) and that’s how you started talking to her, asking her questions that you could totally figure out by yourself but shush you needed an excuse to talk to the cute nerdy loser in your program.

I feel like I already talked a lot 💀 so I won’t make it too long explaining exactly how you started dating (here it is!). So now the smut part uhuhu.

Since you bonded well ‘cause of genshin, you’d have a lot of play dates. Sometimes tho, you prefer to watch your gf playing sitting on her lap. At first it was cute, but she moves so much when playing, and you and her dick noticed it before her brain did “... Yun is your mic off?” “Yes baby, why? Hmm? Where are you go—” And before she can process it you’re already on your knees sucking her cock and moaning ‘cause Omg doesn’t it taste and feels amazing in your mouth?? Also thank god you checked if her mic was off because she let out the loudest moan. remember I said she was loud? Yeah it continues here bro. You looked up at her and she was so ready to forget the game and concentrate on only you but you stopped her from getting up and told her to finish playing.

“H-how am I supposed to c - oh fuck ~ concentrate when you’re doing that??…” she said while “complaining” but in the end, obeyed. it was so hard to focus tho, when you kept swirling your tongue around her tip, giving her those hungry sexy eyes that made her whimper every time she looked down at you “Ah! y/n ~ that’s so good baby…”.

She LOVES when you ride her when she’s playing. Being balls deep inside you the moment she wins a match in a game? What’s better than that?! Nothing. “I WON AGAIN YES!” She’d celebrate and get so excited she’d just grab you like you weigh nothing and either pin you against the wall, her desk, the bed Idk anywhere and she’ll fuck you sooo good with the biggest smile. When she gets frustrated or loses tho, you know damn right she’ll grab those hips and make you jump on her dick so hard, relieving her frustration on your pussy (she can use me like this I don’t mind-) and she won’t slow down until the pleasure is bigger than her anger. “Holy fuck Yunjin..!” “That’s for killing me when we were in the same team.” and that’s something you did last week Tf 😭

As I said she gets excited but not only on a daily basis with stuff she likes, she gets hard sooo easily and it’s fun to tease. You’re straddling her, grinding on her lap, teasing her about how hard she got just by kissing and she’d try to come up with something to tease you back but her brain is off because of how good you feel doing that and because she’s a loser “w-well my dick is bigger than yours!” Like ??? Yeah it is bro it is 😭 you just laugh making her embarrassed. “well yes, yes it is baby. And I love it” you’d say and she’d just blush and go back to kiss you neidjdq.

But she’s also so sweet :( you’d tell her you missed her and she’d softly say “I missed you too y/n…” while hugging you by the waist tightly, and leaving a little kiss on your nose. (Random cutie moment sorry I felt like it 🧍🏻‍♀️).

Oh yeah! Yunjin loveeees kisses. She’s always all over you kissing your face, your hands, your neck and shoulders and back when is exposed, and the rest of your body when is just you and her 🙊. She loves praising you by doing this. And she LOVES when you do it back. A sad day gets better the moment she sees you and you leave a kiss in her forehead (istg her tail goes brrr and she shows that perfect teeth smile).

She loves when you go from her neck to her chest to her stomach to between her legs. When you leave kisses and little bites on her thighs, and shower her cock with kisses that come with a little whimper every time. She finds it as sexy as it is cute too. You for sure have several pics of her dick with lipstick prints.

Cockwarming? Yes. But with her, this is a way of teasing YOU. It’s the only way she knows 😭 I’ll explain. Trying to overstimulate her does NOT work ‘cause her stamina and sex drive are HIGH. If you get tired when riding her be sure that she’ll grab your thighs and pound you fast and hard. She can go for hours, in different positions, never running out of cum.

“Yunjin.. please I can’t feel my legs”

“Hmmgh just one more.. feels so good, need to come in your pretty pussy..” she says as if she didn’t come in it so much already that even your floor is full of it ‘cause of how much it’s dripping down your legs. But you cant say no to her :( her cock feels too good you could die the happiest as long as it’s deep inside you <333.

Pussy drunk Yunjin? Uh yes FUCK YES. She can eat you out for HOURS. And not just ‘cause she loveees to make you feel good but it’s for her own pleasure too that woman just loves the way you tastes and how you make a mess in her mouth when you come. You’re the one ending up overstimulated ‘cause her mouth is Fuckin attached to your pussy like she’d die without it. “Just one more, for me baby please~” and ughhh there she has you coming for The Who knows what’th time already. Random but she’s 0 dom most of the time (I’d call her a service switch) all silly 😭

“Good girl, hehe.”

“Shut up and come kiss me.”

Just as she asks for “one more” in bed she also does it after it when you guys are cuddling and resting and pampering each other 🥺 in the morning when you both have to get ready she’d pull you back to bed “baby we have class in 30 minutes” “just 5 more minutes, please~” “I don’t wanna fail class Jen!” “I’ll do all your homework let’s just cuddle a little moreee~” and how to say no to that (the cuddles I mean-) lets bfr you can’t. You just can’t.

I’m genuinely so in love with her like y’all don’t understand. I could fantasize about her all day. Thank you anon I love my girlie so much <3

#huh yunjin #yunjin #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #le sserafim yunjin #g!p Yunjin #loser Yunjin #loser Yunjin x reader #kpop gg #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim scenarios #g!p Yunjin x reader

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qweerhet · 5 months

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i have come to realize over the past few days that a lot of bad transfeminist takes on this website are percolating in spaces where it's presumed the transfem experience is one of either attempting to be recognized as a woman socially, or wanting to be recognized as a woman socially but not attempting (with an unspoken "yet" attached), and suddenly everything coming out of those spaces about transmisogyny makes sense.

transmisogyny never applies to men because if you're a woman, you know it already. or if it does apply to men, it always benefits them, because someone who looks like a man and occupies the social role of man could never actually be a woman, at least until they start trying to occupy the social role of woman. if a woman is closeted, she'll come out eventually. people who don't chemically or surgically transition and continue to use he/him are selfishly benefiting from transmisogyny, and don't want to come out because they benefit too much from enacting violence on trans women. transfems are always treated as failed women, and never as failed men, because being transfem means trying to be recognized as a woman. nobody could ever see a real transfem as a man, only men are seen as men, and transfems do things like use she/her and wear women's clothes and go on estrogen, which means everyone knows they're transfem. transfems who are men aren't a part of this conversation. tma people who aren't women don't exist because transmisogyny comes from being perceived as a woman.

and it's like. well. i certainly know lots of people who would directly contest & cleanly disprove your presumptions here (i mean. myself being one of them, even though i do present femme full-time!), but you'll never get the chance to have your worldview shifted, because you've made your social spaces profoundly unfriendly to them!

even if you've already made an effort to decouple transmedicalism from your theory, you still have to make an effort to actually engage with & understand the material experiences of people who don't align with current narratives about transition at all. transfems who use all pronouns and grow massive beards while on e and never legally change their names or gender markers. transneutral and transandrogynous tma people. trans women who refer to themselves as women but do not want to chemically or surgically transition or publicly use pronouns other than he/him, ever. full-time female impersonators who solely use she/her and chemically and surgically transition, but still identify as men. and you have to really engage with what we say about transmisogyny, as in, listen in good faith and understand what we're expressing about its functions in our daily lives!

or you could circlejerk forever about how being a woman is the be-all-end-all of experiencing transmisogyny and personal identification is one and the same as material conditions of privilege, to the point that personal identification automatically prescribes material privilege. and shut out a solid chunk of tma people from your gender theory permanently and irrevocably. and implicitly call a solid chunk of tma people liars for talking about daily life experiences. that's cool too, definitely won't have any negative consequences for trans community and trans spaces in the broader world or anything.

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sickuma · 11 months

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SILLAGE — a Simon Riley fic. 1/2

❱ This is the au i wrote on tiktok captioned "he realized he wanted to stay too late" this will have two parts! I've been making a lot of ghost fics lately LMAO and I'm sorry if the plots are consistently angst, it's what I like doing the most. This one though is a little heavier than most of what I've written, definitely has some personal linking to it with my experience :)

ꜝ？ Warning. . this is a heavy angst fic, mentions of suicide and acts of committing, if that is something that triggers bad emotions, please exit the fic.

paring is Ghost x Reader this is unedited! mistakes such as spelling and grammatical errors are to be expected !

! if you are going through something heavy right now, please seek someone you trust and you are able to talk to about your emotions, nobody should have to go through their troubles alone, you're loved<3 My messages are open if you need a stranger to listen :)

Part 2 (^_^;)

SILLAGE — (n.) The scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someones perfume.

"The deployment takes place soon."

He mumbles, without turning to face you. Occupied by packing up the things he'll need for this mission and more,

He was packing everything.

"Do not wait for me [name]."

"What does that mean?" You ask, a look of indifference plastered on your face. It wasn't necessarily the first time this conversation has been held.

Though it is the first time you're not opposing. For the entirety of that 7 months you're together, fights happened, arguments would sprung. Yet you find yourselves back into each other's arms within a week,

It was a tiring cycle. Something you knew was unhealthy for the both of you, especially with your deteriorating well-being which he has no waking idea about. You've never brought light to it.

It was an ugly part of you, something you despised.

Something you won't ever show him yourself.

With a short sigh, he stood straight, hands propped on his forehead indicating his rising stress. "I can't, we can't."

"I can't let this go on longer.

You kept quiet, awaiting for him to speak more, to tell more of his worries you're evidently familiar with. It was something you've grown aware of,

His fear of abandoning you,

His fear of dying on the field while you wait aimlessly for him.

"This is for the better [name]." Cowardly, is what you would have described this. But you are in no place to be speaking of such as you're also deep into your own hell of mental instability.

For a lot of times this argument has happened, it was the first time you are not tearing up. Asking him to stop spewing nonsense and convincing him to stay.

Why did you keep doing that? You wondered. Now you finally have the answer.

It's the fear,

Fear of your darkness once he's far from you, far from your heart. He was completely unaware of how he'd changed you temporarily, how your sleeping heart awoke with just the sound of his voice.

For the longest time you have not felt anything close to what he made you feel; for the first time you are able to feel. And the thought of that suddenly being taken away from you made your body tremble.

But this time you stood firmly,

He was right. This can't go on forever,

You two may have different reasons for saying such but what mutual fact was that it was true. Staying with each other will only drive you to madness.

With his fear of attachment, and your fear of abandonment. It was bound to fail.

You were already planning on cutting ties even before he brought this up once again; you knew you can't stay. Not any longer,

Not when this void plagued you like a curse.

The air was thick and dire, your lack of response threw him over the edge. It was unpleasant. He had expected you to do the same, to react the same, to stop him.

To fight for him like you always have,

But you're no longer capable of doing that. If you can't fight for your own will to live, how does he expect you to fight for this wilting relationship?

You hated it. Feeling helpless.

But you're certain it's the right thing, tonight, you'll finally do it. Like you always planned.

"I see."

Simon felt conflicted, your short answers and your lack of expression, it gave him a strange gut feeling. This sudden gut decision to stay and make sure everything's okay,

He can't.

He needs to go, one way or another. He's doing this in regards to you, and the safety of your feelings.

If only he'd know you're incapable of feeling, without him you can't. Your gaze followed his walking figure as he brought his things at the door,

Turning to you with a pinched expression, though he was shocked to see you looking at him with a smile.

"Be safe."

You spoke ever so gently, with that slight smile he adored but for some reason it felt odd to see it. It troubled him, he shrugged it off, not wanting to drag this moment longer,

Afraid he'll give in and pull you into his arms.

He kept staring, as if he didn't wish to walk out the door. If he does, it means permanently, his heart was against that. "Can I hug you?"

"One last time?"

He was taken aback, stunned at your sudden request. And for a lot of reasons it hurt him, to hurt you in such a way you end up smiling in acceptance, asking him for one final hug.

With an anxious swallow, he dropped the bags and slowly drew closer to you. Pulling you close, perhaps too eagerly? Too desperately. But he didn't care.

If its the final time he gets to have you in his embrace, he'll make the most of it.

He lets the moment linger, with your hands clutching his shirt, he took you in. Taking your scent, the calm thumps of your heart, he needs all he can get.

With his eyes closed, he carefully rubs the back of your head when he suddenly felt warm on his chest,

It was tears,

Your tears. You were crying silently.

"[name]—"

You interrupt him with a chuckle, pulling away from the hug to wipe your tears.

"Sorry, it escaped." You humoured, wiping them away.

Right at that moment he felt his heart shatter, he felt cruel. On the other hand you felt fulfilled, with the final hug you wanted,

You can finally do it.

"I love you Si." You smiled once again, looking up at his towering figure. Though his expression remained stoic, almost softening as his thoughts dwelled with what his heart wants.

He shook his head, closing his eyes shut as he turned around to take his things. Twisting the knob in the process, stopping to spare you one last glance.

"I—" he almost said it but he stopped himself, he didn't want to make it any harder for himself, no matter how badly he wanted to say it.

"Goodbye [name]."

Those were the last words he spoke to you, as the sound of the door closing erupts in your ears. Leaving you in the eerie room you dreaded,

It's as if you could still feel his embrace.

Once you're sure he's far enough, it's when you started the preparation. Sitting down indifferently to write a few notes; letters to those few you held close.

One final regard of what you were too cowardly to say in person, a goodbye.

And so, you wrote.

﹑

To Simon,

My Simon.

If you're reading this, I am gone.

Whether or not you find this letter, I can only hope you know how much I've loved you. That even without reading this, you're still aware of how much you made me feel.

Thank you, truly.

For the longest time I have struggled to feel, most times it would just be devoid of yearning; my yearn to view life as something worth living for. To no avail I never got that, the idea to keep living never shone bright to me, of course, until you showed up and brighten up my space with your own special way,

It took us quite a few to get along, we really did.

But when it happened, it was ethereal. Things felt right, for the first time I was able to feel,

For the first time I had this sudden urge to keep living, to keep living for you. To see you, to hear your voice, to be beside you. I'm afraid I've grown dependent on that,

As someone who has never felt love nor care, I had no sense of value for myself. Yet you looked at me, you told me you love me and believe me I was ecstatic.

I depended on you, you were my source of happiness and I owe you for every bit of happiness I've gotten from this unfortunate life so when we're apart i find myself remembering just how miserable i am, how my family is, how i am as a person and how hard it is for me to feel.

Without you I can't feel anything.

But that was unhealthy,

I was merely distracted. The void never left, it was there temporarily filled with what I convinced myself was a will to live. I'm sorry. I really am, I wish I could have been better. I wish I could have been stronger,

Braver, to see your achievements even if we're not together anymore. My heart remains yours. It's not your fault, it never will be. I'm sure that you know If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.

I know I lack the ability to feel, but with you, I never lied. I never faked anything. My love for you is here and it's the only feeling I am able to recognize, I know that night you walked out of the door saying we are better off apart, for the safety of my feelings and for the sake of your growing attachment. I cried but I cried because I agreed.

I'm sorry for surrendering to my weakness,

But I can't keep it together; not any longer. I can only hope that you'll be glad to know that maybe I'm somewhere free from the void of my emotions. I'm somewhere better, freely able to feel. Please be proud, with you I felt so much and that will never change. It's me your [name] :) always will be.

Goodluck to the strongest lieutenant! Remember to keep him happy and healthy, take care of the person I cherish the most, okay? Wherever I am, I am somewhere carrying the short-lived love we had. Treasuring it forever,

Stay frosty yeah? Don't be like me.

Until next time, lieutenant :)

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Hello, can you write an imagine or one shot where the reader is a big fan of Gavi, and ever since he got injured, she's been sending him encouraging messages. Every day, without fail, at the same time, he sees them in his notifications, but he never replies. Then, one day, he's so tired of everything, feeling like he couldn't vent to anyone close to him, and feels like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He turns to the last person he ever expected to: the reader.

ONE MORE TIME - GAVI

summary: you text gavi everyday after he gets injured and one day he texts back.

warnings: noneee

Maybe just one more time wont hurt, right?

You pulled the covers up to your neck and took your phone into the right hand. Just like every day ended, you texted Gavi.

His injury had to be horrible for him and you were thinking of showing him some respect and that he hasn't been forgotten.

So you took your phone, went on insta, clicked on his profile and started typing in the message.

"Hey Gavi, I hope you had a better day today and I also hope that your recovery is going well. Much of strength to you!!!" You sent it without thinking too much about it and then went to sleep.

But on the other side of Barcelona, Gavi was lying in his bed, wide awake.

He was trying to sleep but too many things going on inside his head kept him up. As he tried to distract himself from the sleep he's missing out on he decided to go onto instagram, just scrolling down his home feed he decides to check some of his private messages.

There are some from Fermin, Pedri and a ton of requests, like always. Today he was especially bored so he decided to check out some requests. As he went through them and read the messages some fans or haters have sent he clicked on your message.

His eyes widened as he saw that you've texted him every single day since the injury. He read all of the messages and then went onto the next ones. Your messages were still one under 10 thousand.

However, the next day during lunch, he checked his requests again, and who would have thought; your message was at the very top.

He read the new message and then went onto the next message from another fan.

You kept writing him every single day, however what you didn't know was that Gavi saw your messages.

So one night, you usually took your phone and sent another message to Gavi. "Hello, I hope your day has been good and I'm very excited to see you again on the field. I hope you have someone to talk to and I wish you all the best!" You sent it and then plugged in the phone and put it on your nightstand while you tried to sleep.

Gavi however was once again wide awake, sitting on his couch in the livingroom.

Today he talked to Fermin about the season, his bestfriend has told him about how amazing he is doing in practice and how funny it is with his teammates.

For Gavi it was pain listening to him, he missed playing football and he felt like he had no one to talk to because nobody actually knew how he felt.

Pedri was injured for a long time, yes, but he was still able to walk and comparing two months to nine months is also not really a smart thing to do.

So he did what he usually did everyday. Him looking at his requests for fun has turned into a daily habit and not like he has anything better to do.

He refreshed his dms and saw one from you again. He couldn't help but notice that your messages were always sent aroun 11 pm.

This time he opened it and read the new message again, and again, and then again.

For the first time he actually needed someone to talk to, maybe you were the right person for that. So without thinking much about it he opened his keyboard and started typing.

"Thank you for always reaching out, hasn't been the best lately." He sent it and couldn't help but feel just a bit nervous. Just then he had the thought to open up your profile and look at it. As he went through your highlights he couldn't help but notice that you were quite pretty.

While Gavi was stalking your Instagram account, you were trying to sleep, however it didn't really work.

You kept turning in the covers and just as you slammed your fists besides you into the mattress out of anger, you decided that maybe a bit of social media would help you get tired.

So as you grabbed your phone and turned it on, you jumped up, suddenly wide awake.

The notification of your dreams, you weren't even sure if that was a dream or not.

But as soon as you opened the message and read the words, then clicked on his profile, then read the message again, and the same process for atleast 10 times, you were sure that that was real.

So you literally started pacing around the room, trying to act calm about the situation because he can't know that you've been a fan of him ever since he started playing in the first team.

You decided on a simple answer; "Do you want to talk about it?" As soon as you sent it, you put the phone down and went back to pacing around the room.

Gavi on the other hand was shocked that you texted back so fast and smiled a bit at your message. He would have guessed that you're gonna go all fangirl on him and he kinda liked that you didn't.

"It just feels like I have no one to talk to."

And so he sent the message, then you sent one, then Gavi again, and so it went on for the next week.

Gavi's family noticed that he always checked his phone, sometimes he'd put it back on the table with a slightly disappointed face as there was no message from you. But if there was a message, he'd text back immediately.

You two talking on a daily basis also led you to realize how amazing of a character he actually had. Soon you started telling him about your day and he'd always give some feedback. Sometimes you would even fill him in on the typical girl drama at your work.

Gavi also told you a lot of things about himself, what he thinks of some things people say about him and how his recovery is going.

After Gavi wasn't using his crutches anymore and he was able to walk he of course met up with his friends again.

As he was walking around in Barcelona, he was thinking about you, what if you'd walk down the same street as him.

Gavi wanted to ask you out for a long time now but in the end he always chickened out. He was afraid of destroying your friendship and he was also afraid of losing you.

As Gavi was lost in his thoughts his friend couldn't help but notice that he wasn't really himself lately, he didn't use to wear that stupid smile on his face whenever he was on the phone. They knew that there was someone who made Gavi smile like that but they didn't know who.

Just a road up you were walking down the street, your phone in your hand as you looked at some instagram posts.

You were just walking to the beach of Barceloneta to look at the sunset.

As you suddenly raised your head, you at first couldn't believe your eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw a man with a white shirt and white pants walking along the promenade with two other guys.

It didn't take you long to notice who it was by the way he moved, after all he was famous for running around, that's what you know him for.

Your guess was confirmed after the guy turned his head to the right and you saw his side profile. Gavi.

Pablo freaking Gavi, aka the guy who you have been texting with for the last 2 months.

You decided to just go up to him and ask him for a picture, if he'd recognise you, you'd talk to him and if not then not.

So you walked over to him and as soon as Gavi saw you he furrowed his brows.

As Gavi looked into your eyes he got confused. He noticed that your eyes looked too familiar however he didn't know from where he might have known you.

The weird feeling in your stomach started building up as you looked into his eyes, you knew that you two got along well and that you would meet him eventually but you didn't think that it would be now.

"Hi, can I get a picture please?" You asked and Gavi nodded his head as he leaned down closer to you, you pulled out your phone and took a picture. Your hand was shaking so you tried to grip the phone as much as you could. The way your knuckles turned white didn't go unnoticed by Gavi.

"Thank you so much." You said and walked away. Gavi looked after you and his eyes scanned your body as he was still in the same position you left him. He stood up straight again and smiled a bit as his gaze shifted further down your back. He knew you, he was absolutely sure about that. So doing the only thing he could do is he opened instagram and clicked on your profile.

He wouldn't had said it out loud but he secretly hoped that it was you. So as he looked at your recent picture and zoomed in on your eyes, he smiled. It was you.

Immediately he went into your chat and texted you.

"I just met a girl that looked like you lol" He said and you couldn't help but smile at his text. You decided that you'd reply with a sneaky emoji that would give him the hint.

"😉"

As soon as Gavi read the message he raised his head and turned to look at his friends with a smile. "I'll be right back" He said and started walking towards where he saw you go.

so as he followed where he last saw you, and he turned around a corner, he saw you standing there with a grin on your face.

"You're Yn" He pointed his finger and you and you couldn't help but smile.

"I am." You answered and he came closer to you, now also wearing a wide grin.

"Nice to finally meet you in real life." He pulled you into a hug and as you wrapped your arms around him you could smell his cologne.

You melted into his arms and a cold breeze hit you as soon as you pulled away. "Um" Gavi brought his hand up to the back of his head. As he scratched the back of his neck he hummed a bit while looking at you.

"You wanna maybe join me for a drink or are you busy?" Gavi asked shyly and you felt your lips curl up immediately. The way that his eyes looked at you, the way his hair was perfectly lying on his head and the ways his body moved everytime he inhaled.

You slightly nodded your head as he was still waiting for an answer. "Sure, I'd love to." You finally agreed.

So Gavi quickly pulled out his phone and texted his friends that his sister needed him for something.

You watched as he then stuffed his ohone back into his pocket and shifted his attention toward you again.

"You want to walk up to the La Rambla?" Gavi looked at you and you chuckled softly, it was the pure nervousness around him.

"I just came from there but sure." You smiled, you punched yourself mentally as you couldn't help but smile all the time.

"Alright, let's go." Gavi smiled at you and then you two made your way up to La Rambla, it was the most famous abd biggest promenade in whole of Barcelona.

It was about a 15 minute walk from Barceloneta so the two of you had time to talk. As you walked through the streets decorated with stands selling diffrent things Gavi pulled his hood up and put on his sunglasses.

Luckily he didn't really get recognized aince there also weren't as many people as there usually was.

So you two decided to grab something to drink and then Gavi pulled you into a small alley.

"Where are we going?" You asked as you slowed down, as soon as Gavi realized he turned around and smiled a bit.

"Come on, trust me, this is funny." Gavi pulled you forward by your hand, his touch was hot and you were almost sad that after some time he let your hand go again.

Then suddenly he stopped in front of a store, it was empty, only the store owners inside. So Gavi stepped inside confidently and you followed him.

The store wasn't big, it was rather small and it also looked like a gift souvenis shop.

"Look, you need to check this out." Gavi pointed at the left of the store and you walked over to the shelfs.

You burst out laughing as you saw small figures of famous people shitting. Word for word, shitting.

You turned to face Gavi, he was standing right behind you, his chest touching your back and as you turned arpund he was standing so close that you had to look up at him.

"This is hilarious." You mumbled and then he extended his arm and pointed at a messi figure. You chuckled as you then turned to face him again.

"Do you want one? I'll buy you one." Gavi laughed but you shook your head as a wide grin was astered across your face.

"No- Gavi-" You tried to say but he already went over to the store owner.

"Can I have a messi figure please?" Gavi asked and the owner nodded his head as he went to the back and grabbed one.

"I told you I don't need that" You laughed and Gavi shook his head while the owner came out into the store again.

"Thank you so much." Gavi told the owner as soon as he paid and the man nodded his head.

"Can I also have a photo with you?" He asked and Gavi nodded his head. The man gave you the phone and you went back a couple of steps. After you took some pictures you handed back the phone and Gavi left with the plastic bag in his hand.

"So, let's go and eat something I recall." Gavi mumbled as the two of you walked further down the alley. As you looked forward you saw the sky getting darker above the buildings.

"What do you want to eat?" You turned your gaze back to Gavi. He shrugged his shoulders and then checked his phone.

"Oh, I know a good restaurant but we have to go back to Barceloneta for that." He suggested and you nodded your head.

Every time you looked at him it was more and more obvious that you had feelings for him. Everytime he accidentally touched your hand with his while walking you immediately looked to his face, in hope to find him smiling because you were hoping for that it wasn't just an accident.

"It's crazy that we've talked so much over chat." Gavi began just as you two were walking along the beach again.

"I was just scared that we wouldn't get along well in real life." You added to which he agreed immediately with a fast nod.

"It's better than I thought, I mean I didn't expect you to buy me a figure of Messi shitting but yeah." You laughed a bit to which Gavi raised his brows.

"Oh you imagined how meeting me would be like? Did you make ip those scenarios right before you went to bed?" Gavi told you and your eyes widened, because how did he know.

"No-" Your voice broke and you turned uour hesd away from him embarrassed. As soon as you looked back to him he laughed.

"Ah Gavi, yes, give it to me." He fake moaned loudly and you pushed him away from you while you two giggled like two stupid kids.

You were happy tho because that was a sign that he felt comfortable around you and that was the most important.

After you both slowly stopped laughing Gavi then started pushing you towards a restaurant. "This one, trust me." He pointed at the building and you shrugged your shoulders.

You two went inside and ate, while doing that you of course talked about quite a lot of things, what surprised you the most was that he asked about your work drama. Which meant that he paid attention to you while you texted with him.

You left the restaurant with that exact same thought and Gavi by your side. You shivered from the cold as soon as you walked away a few meters.

"Are you cold?" Gavi noticed that you shivered and he immediately looked at you.

"No not really." You lied and he shook his head as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him.

You two walked down to the beach again in silence, then the two of you sat down a couple meters away from the water.

"So has anything interesting been going on with your injury? Other than what you've told me?" You asked, genuinely interested in what he had to say.

However, Gavi didn't answer your question, he didn't even oay attention to you. He was just staring into your eyes and thinking of how lucky he was that he answered that one instagram dm.

"Gavi?" You asked again, he then snapped back from his thoughts and looked at the ocean and then at your eyes.

"I've never would have imagined that I'm doing this with a fan." Gavi smiled a bit but you furrowed your eyebrows at his words.

"Doing wha-" you began but were shortly cut off by Gavi who crushed his lips into yours.

You were shocked for a second but then kissed him back quickly. He then moved closer to you in the sand and put his hand on your waist while you had your hand on his cheek.

You literally got butterflies as the long kiss started turning into a heated make out session.

Gavi then pushed you backwards so that you were laying flat on your back and contined kissing you.

"Is it the right time to say I love you?" Gavi asked as he pulled away for a second.

"Yeah" You nodded your head quickly and Gavi pulled away from you completely but then laid down next to you.

"I love you." He mumbled and you turned your head to face him.

"I love you too." You whispered and then kissed him again.

One more time messaging him, didn't hurt.

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cultrise · 7 months

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EDGING. GOJO SATORU

☽☾ CONTENTS NSFW, kinda college gojo but is also still jujutsu related? like he’s still the greatest sorcerer blah blah but you are in college.. idk, edging (m!receiving), oral sex (m!receiving), gojo being a little shit, a little dacryphilia if you squint, fwb to lovers ᵎᵎ wc 4k

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gojo satoru was a hard person to be around. he was loud, he was rude, he loved annoying people and getting reactions out of them. but most of all, he loved to annoy you.

what was worse than that was no one could explain his fixation on you, the reason for all his taunting. it happened suddenly and with each day it grew more and more frequent, more and more annoying. it’s not that you hated him. when he wasn’t like that, which was rare, satoru was a very nice person to be around, always cracking jokes and making sure nobody has a bad mood when around him. but god, was it hard to resist the urge to slap him across the face.

and unfortunately for you, because things can never go easy, this little feud between you guys escalated. and from wanting to beat the shit out of him, you now found yourself wanting to get pounded by him instead. it happened suddenly one day as satoru took your phone and dangled it above your head. since the height difference was significant, satoru took great pleasure in watching your whine and jump around, cursing at him like a roadman and begging him to give you back your phone.

he went on with his joke for so long that he had caught you against a wall, grinning ear to ear as he held the phone up high, above your reach zone. you pretended to give up before bolting up and trying to get it again, failing. of course he had seen through your motives. god, was he annoying. wait… why was he?…

suddenly, probably because of the proximity you were at, which had never occurred before, heat rose from your feet to your neck and all the way up to your face as you were hit with a horrible realisation. fuck. you liked gojo satoru. luckily for you, suguru had appeared in that moment and told satoru to knock it off and, since satoru only listened to him, he gave you your phone back. which was enough time for you to go back to your room and start having a crisis about your newly found realisation.

the next few weeks you were avoiding satoru with everything in your power, taking different paths around campus as to not go near him and sticking to shoko wherever you went, making up dumb excuses when he approached. it was bothering him. a lot. so he took it upon himself to spy on you and find out when you were alone. and once he did…

“why are you avoiding me?” satoru places a heavy hand to your shoulder, making you jolt and spin around in horror. oh god, he looked so good. his messy hair fell lazy above his forehead, a grimace on his pouty, glossy lips. his nose was scrunched and his glasses fell to the side, blue eyes staring into yours. you might’ve caught a glimpse of his eyes turning into a grey-ish shade, in anger.

“i’m not” you mutter, unable to take your eyes off of him. the man before you scoffs, his lips twisting into a smile filled with anger. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so angry.

“at least don’t lie to me. was it something i said?” he asks bitterly as he grabs your forearm, scared you might run away again “be honest” you feel a slight wavering tone in his voice.

“i can’t” you mutter. satoru’s eyes soften as he watches your eyes trail from his all the way down to his lips. your mouth parts slightly, unable to speak as you swallow the lump in your throat. his grip loosens, palm trailing up and finding your neck, thumb resting on your chin. you breathing hitches, eyes almost shooting out from your orbits.

you don’t even remember how the first kiss happened. something along the lines of “can i?” and rapid nodding. it was soft, gentle and full of want. well, until it turned into something messier as you both poured your pent up feelings into each other’s mouths.

the next few days were spent sneaking into empty rooms or into hidden corners and making out desperately, tugging at each other’s clothes as an excuse to not express what you actually felt. and slowly but surely, you found yourself into satoru’s sheets after a party.

your relationship with him was a weird one. on the outside you were acting just like before, taunting each other with annoying comments and gestures while behind close doors you took out every tension by being in his arms, by letting him take care of your body in such a way that made your head spin.

and obviously, with the way you reacted to his touch, satoru’s ego had multiplied by a tenfold. whatever comment he made about you — your hair, the grimace on your face, the way you ate —translated into the heated moments that went on when he banged on your door late at night and slid between your legs with ease. was your hair bad earlier? look how much messier it was now that he had his hand wrapped in it as you sucked him off. were you being mean to him that morning? oh, how stupid you looked now, crying his name into the pillow as he split you open.

satoru had no idea how to express his feelings to you. all that he believed was going on was one sided, thinking you were in this whole mess just because you found him attractive. and of course he noticed the longing stares, the softening of your tone when you spoke to him and the gentle kisses you pressed to his heating skin after your late night escapades. but maybe it was selfish for him to think there’s anything else behind that. after all, he was used to people not caring about who gojo satoru is, rather than what gojo satoru can do.

one day, however, satoru had crossed the line. you woke up in a bad mood, spilling coffee on your uniform and almost splitting your head open by walking face first through a door, which he obviously noticed and made a case about. he had taken advantage of your state to make even more fun of you, cheeks tinted pink and grinning from ear to ear as he pestered you. by that point, shoko and geto were tired of the way you two looked at each other, the affectionate undertone of satoru’s teasing being evident.

“can you get a room? some of us are trying to eat here” shoko spits out as geto nods quietly. satoru smirks, head leaning to the side as you tried to ignore him by playing with your food. the last thing you wanted to do was get a room with satoru right now, lest you knocked his teeth out.

“get a room, huh? she wouldn’t know what to do if she had me all for herself anyway” satoru’s teasing eyes searched for yours as your hand gripped the chopsticks. this idiot. not only was he trying to get you mad, he was also not even smooth about it. geto scoffed, leaning on his arm.

“you give yourself too much credit, satoru. i think she’d fold your ass” you smiled at the comment which clearly wounded satoru’s fat ego. geto retorted your smile, mischievous eyes looking to his best friend as shoko giggled and lit up a cigarette.

“you hurt me, suguru… i thought we were best friends” satoru dramatically states as he slaps a hand to his chest. you roll your eyes as suguru lets out a small chuckle “after all, pretty sure she’d let herself get folded by me. actually–“

you slapped your chopsticks to the table and stood up. shoko was almost sure she could see steam coming out of your ears. “will you guys excuse me?” you grit your teeth as you walked back to your room, feeling the smirk satoru was giving you burn through your shoulder blades.

not long after you got to your room, three jolly knocks followed “go away, satoru” you threatened, earning a chuckle for response. the door hinges screeched as the door opened and closed again. you took note of the sound of the key twisting closed.

“aww.. got under your skin, didn’t i?” satoru mused as he got closer. you decided not to reply as you took your uniform top off and folded it neatly on the bed. satoru’s eyes traced along your back, hands reaching for it and tracing patterns to your spine, making your skin shiver all over. you hated the lack of self control you had when he touched you.

“how about i get under your clothes next?” satoru purred as he pressed a kiss to the back your neck, making you close your eyes. no. you had to show restraint. you could feel his long index stop at the midsection your bra, digit right above your clasp, waiting. you shook your head, still not turning around.

“oh? and why not? did i get you that mad?” satoru coos in amusement as your throw your uniform on the bed harshly, turning around to face him. you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so bad, to pull out those wondering pupils so he can stop making eye contact with your boobs instead of your eyes… too stop the throbbing of your core that so desperately craved him.

“you need to stop thinking that getting me riled up makes me want to fuck you more” you furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest. satoru’s gaze goes up to your eyes. then, it trails to yours lips. he only smiles, taking his glasses off and towering over you.

“oh? so it’s not working?” he takes notice of the way you squeeze your thighs at the remark. it was so cute to him, the way you were acting. trying so hard to disagree on the fact that sex wasn’t ten times better after bickering like children. “tell you what. you can keep your ideas when you stop trying to hide the fact that you want me so bad. say the word and i’m leaving”

god, was he good. what were you to do now? succumb to his taunting and admit to wanting him to throw you on the mattress and fuck you stupid or hold your ground and be left alone, having to get off by yourself — which was arguably harder after being used to satoru’s long fingers.

“fuck. you.” you said bitterly as he chuckled.

“well, do you want to?”

you decided the best way to take neither path and just get him to fuck you was to grab him by the back of his hair and pull him into a kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth and making out sloppily. his blue eyes widen before he smiles, kissing back as he pushes you on the bed, landing on top of you with a thud. his hands work their way to your skirt, unzipping it and pulling it down to your ankles as he presses his knee to your cunt.

the feeling sends jolts throughout your whole spine and you tug at his hair, making him dip his fingernails into the skin of your waist. your kiss was angry, selfish, obsessive… perfect. satoru was trying so hard not to let you see the way a simple kiss made his mind go haywire, the way he blushed all the way to his ears and melted in your touch. he might’ve been a dick, but satoru wouldn’t know what to do if you actually told him to get out and leave. he was too far gone, too implicated.

you hooked your legs around his waist, pushing yourself well enough to flip him over and end up on top of him, pressing your hips down on his growing bulge as satoru groaned. his hands tried to hold every inch of your body, from your back to your waist, ass and thighs. you heard the unclasping of your bra as satoru pulled away, smiling.

“proved my point” he mused as you straightened your back, taking off your bra and tossing it aside, remaining only in your panties. satoru would be lying if he said his mouth was not watering at the sight, dick straining in his pants as you stared him down.

“god, can you not? so fucking annoying” you scoffed to which he snorted out a laugh, hands wrapping around your waist as he buried his face into your chest and looked up. there was truly no other place he’d rather be in, one look and you could tell. you halted his movements as he started to press ginger kisses between your breasts.

you removed his arms away from your waist, pulling away from his embrace as satoru’s breath hitched. was that it? were you going to throw him out now? it was quite funny how much of an overthinker the greatest sorcerer of all time actually was. his worry faded as soon as he saw you get on your knees in front of him, hands messing with his fly.

“i got you mad so you’re gonna suck me off now? women are so interesting” satoru smiled as he leaned back on his elbows, watching you. you rolled your eyes as he shook his head “aht aht.. don’t give me all that sass, baby. only i can make your eyes roll back into your head” and he was, unfortunately, right. no matter how much you tried to ignore it.

soon enough his pants and boxers were on the floor, his dick on full view as precum dripped from it. you took your time to stare him down, palms caressing his thighs as satoru began to act impatient “so?” he asked you smiled. he was starting to get nervous, especially with the way you were eyeing him down like he was a piece of meat.

“ask nicely” you batted your eyelashes as his mouth hung open, shocked. he couldn’t help but admire the way your eyes shone in the sunlight, the way your hair framed your face and the way your damp lips called for his own. you looked so much better in the daylight, what a fool he had been to only come over after midnight struck.

“okay, beautiful. i’ll play at your game” satoru smiled as he watched you, fingers tapping at his thigh. he thought he could bust just from the sight of you. you truly were the prettiest thing he ever layed his eyes on “please, won’t you suck me off, baby?”

you smiled, humming in satisfaction as you wrapped a hand around his base, pressing a soft kiss to his tip. satoru felt his teeth clench and his breathing stop as you trailed your kisses all the way down. he wanted you so bad, needed to have you, and if that meant he had to pretend to not love you only to be able to share these moments, he was going to do so in a heartbeat.

satoru gripped the bedsheets as you suckled on his tip, heavy breaths dropping from his lips as you started to slowly bob your head up and down. it was crazy to him how someone could be so attentive of his needs, so careful about his body and pleasure. he wished you could see how much it all meant to him. you quickened your pace as his pre mixed with your spit, making wet sounds that made his brain fog.

“fuck.. if you keep going like that i’ll cum for sure” satoru breathes out as you ignore him, now synchronising your mouth’s movements to your hand. satoru would usually try to stop himself from cumming so fast, instead focusing on your pleasure. but now that you were the one being so kind as to pleasure him, it was so hard to keep it together. you took note of the sounds he was starting to make as you held your pace.

“that’s it…. fuck.. right there..” satoru leaned his head back with a groan as you hummed against his tip. you were actually so thankful of how vocal satoru was during blowjobs because right after one stroke, two, three.. “shitshitshit… i’ll cum–“

and he would’ve. if you hadn’t stopped.

satoru’s mouth remained open, unable to register what just happened. his head snapped back up as he felt his orgasm subside, pupils shaken. and there you were, staring at him cutely as you fixed your hair “what… why… why did you stop?” satoru panted as you smiled sweetly, propping yourself up on your hands to reach his face.

satoru was in a confused daze as your breath fanned on his face “you see, you were pretty rude to me today. i won’t have that” satoru’s eyes widened at your words, realising that it was all intentional. and that it wasn’t going to stop.

“but.. you said–“

“yeah, i know. i told you to beg for it” you smiled as you traced a finger to his bottom lip “but you only asked me to suck you off, not make you finish” now, satoru was sure he was fucked.

and he was also sure of the way all the blood in his body seemed to pump to his cock, the way his body heated up at your words. you were still angry at him. you wanted to make him pay for it. it was so vile, so annoying, so… so fucking hot. satoru bit his lip as he reached for yours.

“you’re a very mean girl, has anybody told you that?” he whispered as you smiled, fixing a few stray hands of hair from his face. you leaned in, almost kissing him before pulling away last second to go down on your knees again, leaving him hanging. satoru let out a deep chuckle, slightly annoyed at the action. however, he knew he deserved it.

now, satoru tried, and i mean really tried, to act all tough while you edged him. and it worked. the first time, the second, even the third… but each time you let him get closer and closer to his release, each time you rubbed him faster, steadier, better. he felt his mind go numb as you spit on his tip, kissed it, licked his slit, played with his balls… all things that turned him on so much, things that made him want to paint those pretty face of yours white with his cum.. only to be taken away last second.

“i can’t.. please…” satoru’s chest heaved, his lips swollen from biting them so hard. you stopped your ministrations and raised yourself to his level again, fist full of spit and pre.

“what was that?” you smoothed out his cheek, wiping away sweat as he opened his teary eyes. he swallowed hard, trying to find the right words as he breathed out. you found his teary blue eyes so much prettier.

“please… i wanna cum..” he whined as you gave him a disapproving look.

“that’s it? no apology?”

“i’m sorry…” satoru sighed, trying to reach for your lips in a pathetic attempt to repair his mistake “please.. forgive me…”

you relished seeing him like this way too much. the great gojo satoru, heir of the gojo clan, strongest sorcerer and bearer of the six eyes and limitless technique.. all to your mercy. there was something erotic about the way his eyes looked for approval in yours. you smoothed out his lashes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“see? wasn’t that hard, was it?” satoru breathed out, now at ease as you started to move your hand again, pressing a sweet kiss to his flushed tip. satoru groaned as he felt his orgasm build up again, your hand gliding faster on his length. he whispered your name like a mantra, moaning desperately as he felt himself come undone by your hand. obviously, by your hand. nobody else could ever make him feel this good. his back hit the mattress with a loud thud, biting his lip at the lewd sounds of you slurping up his cum and licking him clean.

you took the chance to climb over him, placing your chin on his chest as he closed his eyes. you pouted, poking your finger to his cheek “hello? earth to gojo satoru?.. did i kill you or something?” a chuckle roared from satoru’s chest all the way to his throat as he opened his eyes and flipped you over, making you yelp.

“thought you had me that easily?” he coos, pressing his torso to yours. you wrap your thighs around his waist again.

“i did have you. wrapped around my little finger with ease. you men are so easy” you smile as you wiggle your pinky, making satoru roll his eyes before pressing a small kiss to the pad of your finger. your heart melted in your chest at the sight, unable to continue teasing him.

“yeah, well…” satoru murmured as he continued to kiss at the pads of your fingers “i love you, but you have to admit you were pretty damn rude” he trails off as your face goes white. love? was he actually?… satoru looked up at you confused, not registering what he said. and then…

“fuck” satoru’s expression was ten times worse than yours. he looked like he had aged 5 years and, even though he still looked fine as hell, he was downright horrified. ‘satoru, you fucking idiot’ he thought as he stammered, unable to utter any excuse. he shouldn’t have said it, he shouldn’t have said it, he shouldn’t —

his thoughts come to a halt as you grab his face and bring him into a needy, longing kiss, face now fully red. satoru is unable to relax, sensing the shift in the way you kiss him. so loving, so familiar. it makes him scared. it makes him question whether he’s reading too much into it.

“i shouldn’t have said that…” he mutters against your lips as you giggle, pressing your forehead to his.

“well well… seems i was right about having you wrapped up around my finger” you grinned as satoru groaned, hiding his face in the crook of your neck “we’re not gonna talk about that?”

satoru shakes his head “no. let’s not”

you sigh heavily “pity.. was gonna say i loved you back but oh well…”

satoru’s head shoots out, almost hitting your chin in the process “really?!”

you can’t help but smile, arms wrapping around his neck “well.. you are annoying.. and self centred.. and really, i mean really, full of yourself. like seriously, what’s with all that—“

“okay, fuck. i get it” satoru groans as you smile, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“but i do love you. i wouldn’t have gotten myself into this whole mess if i didn’t. i was just afraid to admit it” you confess as satoru smiles softly, palms brushing your skin. his hands trail all the way down to the side of your panties, finger hooking on the hem.

“should i tend to my girl’s needs, then?” satoru whispers, your cheeks heating up as you nod. he bends down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, pecking them repeatedly as he expertly slides your panties off.

“should i edge you now too, princess?”

“don’t you dare”

“oh.. i don’t know.. it’s tempting”

“we’ve only been together for two minutes but i swear to god i’ll break up with you”

“yes ma’am, roger that” he smiles before sliding down between your thighs to focus all his attention on you, making love to you properly for the first and definitely not the last time.

“you really thought you had the power to kill me back then?” satoru chimes as you slap his shoulder.

“can you shut the fuck up? so annoying”

“you know you love me”

“satoru. shut up”

“yes ma’am”

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jinkiezzsstuff · 3 months

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I absolutely loved the Emily and Charlie ideas you wrote so I was hoping to request another Charlie x male reader with some smut (but not the main focus). Idea being everyone going out for an evening with Charlie staying at the hotel to work, secretly wanting some company but telling everyone to have fun anyway. Reader didn't go out and found her later in the evening (maybe can tell how she's feeling) so offers some company/someone to cuddle. The main smut I'd like to include would be her leaving some scratch or kiss marks and her being quite touchy/hands on.

I’m so glad you enjoyed the others teehee i tried my best with this so i hope you enjoy it but im not too happy with how it turned out tbh, idk why, i guess it could be because i didn’t feel like during the smut scenes i did charlie justice, lmk what you think.

Charlie x male!reader

After Party

warnings: creampie, biting, scratching, kinda rushed smut, angsty charlie, possibly ooc charlie but i can’t tell, charlie n vaggie are friends, im not sure if there’s anything else, oh swearing, NOT PROOFREAD beware of errors.

word count: 2K

Charlie was tired. Between her father disbelieving in her, Alastor picking a fight with him, the failed meeting with Adam, and finding out Vaggie was an angel? She was over and exhausted. She tried to keep up her mood but she just couldn’t stop the spiralling thought process of handling everything on her own. It seemed like every step forward she had to take four steps back, nobody believed or respected her.

“Cmon, we needa little par-tay.” Angel whined pushing himself over the back of the couch dramatically. Charlie hummed, barely listening as the crowd of sinners lingered in the little living room-like area. “We don’t need anymore fuckin parties, spider.” Husk muttered before taking a big swig of his drink. “I don’t know, I think a little bit of recreational activity could really brighten the spirits!” Alastor exclaimed, and as much as Charlie would like to join the fun, if she didn’t finish up the work she had she knew it would only stress her out further, but she knew the others worked hard too and deserved a little treat.

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out some cash and beckoned over Alastor. “Here, why don’t you take everyone out to relax?” She said softly, despite her desire for company and hope that one of the few would stay back to assist. “Aren’tcha comin’ toots?” Angel who jumped up the moment Charlie pulled out money asked, putting one of his hands on her shoulder. “Oh no, i’ve got sooo much to do here, you guys go on without me! Bond a little!” She smiled as brightly as she could, although anyone with a keen eye could tell it was forced. In the back of her mind she was hoping for more punch back, more of her friends to beg her to come out with them, but instead they shrugged her off and left rather quickly.

Sighing Charlie rung her hands together and walked up the stairs slowly, vacant and alone, the hotel now seemed so eerie. She made her way to an office one that had been used by the whole team she had, so herself, Vaggie and Alastor. She plopped herself lazily on the ripped leather office chair, air slowly escaping the cheap foam as she did. Charlie couldn’t help the bitter feelings stirring around in her; she was always happy to help her friends and wanted them to have fun and relax, she just wished maybe they cared a little more about her? It was a confusing sensation, she knew Vaggie cared, but at times she felt more like a personal body guard rather than friend, and Alastor, she knew deep down, didn’t actually care.

Opening her phone she decided to try and ease her mind before sorting out the paperwork she had piling, unfortunately the universe wasn’t kind to her. Opening Sinstagram the first sight she was greeted with was Angels varying posts and stories which included all the crew members piled into a booth enjoying their drink of choice. It made a scorned yucky feeling of jealousy tangle within her stomach. Groaning she pulled open a drawer and stuck her phone in it, slamming it shut after. “It’s better to just work.” The princess mumble pulling the first stack of papers near her; the billing’s for their failed comercial.

After an hour of word Charlie sat back in her seat and messaged her sore neck. Pulling her phone from the drawer she checked the time. 23:48. Having no idea when the others would get back, she shuffled from the office to the second story balcony for some air. “Oh sorry I didn’t know you were here!” Charlie exclaimed, seeing you leant over the balcony railing. Looking over your shoulder you gave the little devil a warm smile. “You can join.” You say beckoning her forward, with a sigh and a forced smile Charlie came up alongside you, mimicking your stance. “What’re you still doing here?” Charlie questioned eyeing you from her peripheral. Your brow quirked and your face turned to confusion, with a quick hum you replied. “Just relaxing..?” The statement came out uncertain and wobbly, but you weren’t quite sure what she meant.

“No, i mean why didn’t you go out with the others?” Your head tilted back as you let out an ‘ah’, now understanding what she meant. “I just, well, this is the only time i get free yknow, always gotta be doing something so it’s nice to be alone, but i also want to have fun with them, but that drains me yknow?” Charlie quickly nodded her head at that completely understanding where you were coming from. “Yeah i know what you mean. I wish somebody stayed back with me.” Nudging yourself lightly into her, she met your eyes with curiosity floating in her own. “Well I stayed back, why don’t we relax together?” You suggest warmly, smiling fondly down at her. Charlie momentarily stuttered, blushing at the way her mind wandered to naughty places.

“Ahem, uh, sure! Yes! Let’s do that!” The princess fumbled, pushing herself away from your hold. You could tell she was flustered as she walked off leading you to whatever part of the hotel she’d choose to relax in, you felt a little voice in the back of your head egging you on to tease her, and who were you to deny your great mind. “Alrighty this it my room! Uhhh, why don’t we watch a movie or something..?” Charlie trailed off leading you into her bedroom.

You took a quick look around enjoying the aesthetic her room held. Charlie kicked her shoes off and pulled her jacket from her shoulders. “You can lounge on the bed if you want, i totally don’t mind!” You grinned and got onto the bed, watching as she frantically ran around “Calm down hun, you look real stressed.” You urged her frantic pacing causing loose hairs to tangle and fly out from her ponytail. “Ugh, i know!” Sighing she finally plopped on the bed beside you and laid back hands folded on her stomach and eyes closed. Leaning over slightly to look down on her, you observed her somewhat relaxed face as you watched her slow her breathing down. Assumably trying to cease the slow crawling panic that was clawing at her. “It may be a little forward but I heard compression and hugs can help stress, you wanna cuddle or some shit?” Your voice came out slightly tight a little unsure of how to go about the request. Charlie’s eyes fluttered opened and blinked toward you, after a moment of silent contemplation Charlie sighed happily opening her arms. With a huff and a smile you scooted down, wrapping your arms around her while laying beside her.

She scooted up into your side, her right hand sliding up your chest and around your shoulder. It sent shivers down your spine, and blood straight to your dick, embarrassingly so. Ignoring the sensation, your hand gently traced shapes into Charlie’s side where your arm was placed. Charlie’s head slowly lifted and shifted from the bed to your chest, tucking herself under your chin. Her hair tickled at your nose and chin, you could smell her shampoo and the perfume she’d used. You tightened your grip subtly, enjoying the warmth she let off, and with a hum she swung one of her legs over your hips, twisting her body entirely against you.

You took a deep breath attempting to calm your heart and the tightening sensation in your pants. Like the devil spawn she is, Charlie began tracing your chest, flattening her palm against your chest and trailing down from your neck, to the hem of your jeans, and back up to your neck again. Taking a deep breath you brought your hand up to you with her hair in attempts to distract you.

“Thanks for this.” She mumbled nuzzling her face further into your chest. You hummed eyes lazily dancing around shapes your eyes made up on the canopy above. “Any time.” You replied after a moment. The two of you laid there silently, softly the two of you let your hands drift across eachother innocently. It wasn’t until charlie’s hand ducted under your shirt to touch your bare chest that the air in the room got thick and heated. Breath hitching you zeroed in on her claws softly scratching down your chest. “Charlie,” You warned as her claw nicked the waistband of your jeans. Charlie knew good and well what she was doing, could you blame her? You’ve always been so attentive to her feelings and emotional state, the first to check on her after a stressful situation and give her the best advice you could.

With sudden need shooting through Charlie she straddled your waist bracing herself against your chest. Your hands reflexively went to her hips, eyes shooting up to meet her own attempting to figure out what the hell she was doing. She traced her claws down your tshirt covered chest, and when she made it to the bottom her hands wiggled underneath the fabric to paw at your warm skin. As she did you traced circles on her hips, and quirked a questioning brow at her. “Whatcha up to princess?” Charlie smiled shyly, trying to hide her face in her shoulder. “I just want to repay you for your kindness towards me.”

Your face twisted with worry, abruptly you sat up, making her gasp and tucked your hands behind her back to keep her from falling. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me,” You quickly say, however Charlie pushed you back down, shushing you as she did. “It’s more then just that, i think you know they though. Let’s relax, desttress.” With that being said, you tossed aside your tshirt while Charlie eagerly undid your pants, hands shaking as she did. Your hands decided not to diddly saddle and undo her pants simultaneously, needing to feel her speedily.

You were already achingly hard, precum dripping down your shaft as Charlie shakily gripped you giving your head a soft squeeze. Pulling her hand away Charlie kicked off the pants that clung underneath her knees, and readied herself against you. You hummed out in pleasure relaxing into the mattress as she sunk down onto you, above you Charlie whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, clenching onto every vein and ridge. It was delectable, she couldn’t understand why she’d never gone for this before. Bottoming out, Charlie’s legs shook, her body would involuntarily convulse every now and again as she attempted to adjust to the size of you. Falling forward unable to keep herself up she sunk her nails into your chest making you groan deeply, bucking your hips up into hers.

Nuzzling herself into your neck as you took the reigns, thrusting up into her at a steady pace, she began to leave teeth marks and hickies along your neck, desperate moans broken out between nips and bites. Your arms encased her pulling her near as you roughly fucked up into her at a brutal pace, her juices dripping down you. Erotic, loud slapping noises were all that you could hear in the room accompanied by Charlie’s whimpers and please. “Fuckkk, yknow how long i’ve waited for this? They don’t know what their missing not staying around someone like you.” You say splaying your fingers through her hair as you do, at this point Charlie’s body laid limp atop your own, your knees up and angled to continue your rapid pace.

“Please,” Charlie begged clenching tightly around you, you huffed out a moan that you attempted to cover and slid your hands down to squeeze her ass. Groaning loudly, you pushed her over, still inside you hovered over her, pulling her legs up over your shoulders to gain new access. With this angle you were able to hit different areas making Charlie squeal. “Oh fuck Charlie,” You groaned as your balls slapped against her ass, finally you felt the band snapping and slowly you filled her with cum, pumping all of what you had inside her. Charlie cried out clenching, and convulsing against you. She tried to inch away screaming your name loudly as she road out her high against you. When the two of you had finished, catching your breaths, you laid beside her, pulling her into your chest.

She rolled her head from one side to face you, her eyes glazed over barely seeming like she was there. “Didja mean what you said about wanting this for so long?” You nodded at her, the softness in her voice was music to your ears and made goosebumps crawl against your skin. “Yeah, since i got here, you’ve had my eye.” Humming softly the princess said nothing, but buried her head in your chest.

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rainba · 1 month

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ohmigosh wait i have an idea:

So Kairo and Luka, with a darling that is yandere…

for someone else ^u^ so chaotic.

imagine that any efforts that kairo and luka make to get rid of these outliers in their picture perfect fantasy with their darling is blocked FIERCELY by their darling themselves =w=

Their darling, yandere… For someone else!?

To be totally honest, Luka would react to it strangely. There’s a huge part of him that’s kind of angry and jealous, but there’s also a part of him that thinks it’s a little… Thrilling?

Luka's perfect life is being blocked off by you. You’re both his greatest enemy and the center of all his fantasies.

...And that makes you even more enticing to him.

The fact that you’re a yandere must obviously mean you’ve done some fucked up things in the past. So… Luka would absolutely blackmail you. After all, it's the easiest way to catch and hold your attention! With a dark and smug look in his eyes, he’d say something along the lines of, “you should listen to me, if you don't want your ‘love’ to discover what you've done.”

If the blackmail works? He’d practically have a field day. Luka would force you to go out on dates with him, spend time at his house, make you delete all the photos you have of your beloved from your phone, etc. Over time, he’ll slowly attempt to chip away at your love for the other person and will make you obsessed with him instead. ^^;;;;;;

But if none of that is enough, he’ll switch tactics. Now he’ll try to make your beloved into someone completely undesirable.

Luka will destroy the person’s belongings, cut and mess up their hair in their sleep, leave death threats at their door so that they become reclusive and paranoid, etc. Whatever he needs to do, he'll do it.

…And if none of that works, Luka will simply find a way to make your beloved move far, far away. ^^;;;;; If you try to leave too, though, that’s when he’d just resort to kidnapping you.

For Kairos... He wouldn’t be nearly as thrilled as Luka. The moment he learns that you’re literally obsessed with someone else, he would break down sobbing; hyperventilating as he wonders why it isn’t him that you love instead. Life is, once again, pulling a cruel and twisted joke on him. (ﾉω･､)

But... He would refuse to give up! Kairos’ first reaction would be to start stalking your beloved, on top of stalking you. He takes notes and learns everything about the person you love, studying them day and night. Then he’d start trying to act like them. ^^;;;;

If the person you love is very outgoing and friendly? He’ll act just like that, too! (Although... He wouldn't be very good at it, so that means the act wouldn't last very long.) (╥_╥)

If your beloved dresses in pastel clothes and listens to pop music? S-sure, he’ll, um… He’ll do that too...!

But if all of these things fail to catch your eye, he’ll give up the act entirely and try something else. The idea of doing blackmail crosses his mind every now and then, but he’s not bold enough to try it on you.

He could kidnap you, but the living situation would be… Less than ideal. ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡Having you tied up in his bed 24/7 does sound nice, but he knows you wouldn’t really be happy like that– and he’d also be scared of not having enough money to feed the both of you.

So, what does he end up doing? He’d do everything in his power to make you fall in love with him! Flirting with you, getting you small gifts, texting you a lot, etc. And if you push him away? He’s not above getting down on his knees while crying and begging you to obsess over him instead. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

...Also, murder is always an option, even if it's just a last resort...! If your beloved is dead, then you'll have nobody else to love except Kairos! Right...?

#ask #kairos posting #luka posting #yandere x reader #yandere oc

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cobrakaisb · 1 year

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no strings attached

summary: it always starts with not strings attached, but feelings turn into secrets turn into drunk calls turn into full blown confessions

warnings: mentions of a sexual relationship (no actual smut though), alcohol usage, partying, ANGST

word count: 2.05k

it was never supposed to be this way. no strings attached. that’s what mark said the first time you woke up in his bed. it was after a long, and fun, night of partying. one of the hockey team’s big wins before making it to the final four in boston. they beat minnesota maybe, or was it quinnipiac? you couldn’t remember, but you remember mark.

he was always there. maybe you always thought there was something brewing, but for him, it was just a friendship. then they won. and someone was smoking this, and another person was drinking that, and you and mark got caught up in it all. his hands were all over you, fingers digging into your thighs as he pulled you down onto his lap. yours knotting in his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands. whispering, trying to convince the other to leave, chapped lips brushing against your ear. until it finally worked and he had you wrapped in his jacket, leading you back to his dorm.

everyone knew. and ethan, god bless ethan, because he never said a word. the first time it wasn’t a big deal. he woke up to find you and mark tangled together, a mess of limbs and sheets. then it happened a couple days later. and again when the boys lost in the frozen four. and it just kept happening. but nobody knew, except you, mark, and his pesky roommate ethan.

it was never supposed to be like this. yet you found yourself in michigan for the summer, spending a week at mark’s house. his mom smiling and chatting with you at the kitchen counter, skimming through photo albums and telling embarrassing stories. she asked what you were, and you tried to answer, really, but even you didn’t know. friends? lovers? dating? a hook up? there was no real label. everything was convoluted, covered in a haze.

maybe it was the trip at his house that made you reconsider your feelings for him. seeing him interact with his mom, watching as he helped around the house. listening in as he played with his younger cousins, granting their every wish. how he kept his arm around the back of your chair, always. he leant you a hat, or two, offered up sweatshirts for you to wear at night when it was too cold for short sleeves but not cold enough to want to be inside. when he took you to that small little breakfast joint, laughing and teasing as you drove down the street.

as the summer went on, it seemed like more and more strings were getting attached. you met his family, and he met yours. your mom asked about him once he left. your friends kept poking and prodding, saying that he was cute and you should go for it. then sophomore year came and he was getting a house, moving out of the dorms and in with some of the guys.

now you didn’t have to worry about ethan sleeping in the bed directly across from you; there was a wall separating you. there were two floors. it was easy to sneak away unnoticed and unheard. that’s what you told yourself at least.

it was easy. you were fine. there were no strings attached. but it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

you don’t remember when the final straw was. maybe it was when he got that five minute major. or was it when he was given a game misconduct? either way, he called you after both, and for the first time throughout this whole shabang, you didn't want to be just a call. as much as you tried to avoid it, your strings were attached. they were so heavily intertwined that it was like a failed friendship bracelet, a knotted, tangled mess of strings. you had to tell him, so you came clean.

“i don’t want you to hate me,” you started, sitting criss-cross applesauce on their porch. “i could never hate you,” mark assured, leaning back on his forearms, he was getting too comfortable. you were getting too comfortable. “i caught feelings, mark,” you said softly, voice barely above a whisper. he was silent for a long time. “who is it?” mark asked.

his question has you reeling. how was it not obvious that it was him? your whole world revolves around him. “what?” you whispered softly, still feeling confused. “who is this guy that’s gonna break this great thing we have? who’s the one getting in between us?” mark snapped. the way he talked about your relationship made you nervous. his strings weren’t attached, that much was obvious.

“his name is mark estapa. he’s a defenseman for the michigan hockey team. know him?” you replied, already getting up from your seat. mark stayed there, mouth wide open. “but we said…” he started to say. “i know what we said! i get it okay! you don’t want this,” you said, gesturing between the two of you, “in the same way that i do.” he was still silent. “believe me, i know. and i also know that i can’t keep doing this. not how it is right now at least,” you trialed off, hoping he would want you too.

“i’m not…i was very clear y/n…fuck i don’t want,” he said, hands playing with the backwards hat on his head. you swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding while simultaneously blinking back your tears. “right. i’ll see you around mark,” you answered, turning and leaving before he got the chance to break your heart anymore.

someone must have grabbed the scissors and cut apart the ball of string because there was no way you were coming back from this.

yet somehow, mark didn’t seem to get the message. he kept calling and calling and calling. and when you declined he’d start texting and texting and texting. finally, you just had to block his number. it was too much for you, the bitter taste of rejection and the tears of regret arising whenever his name flashed across your screen. at one point, he tried talking to you, but your friends helped you hide in the bathroom, quickly shutting that down.

so, what started as a casual relationship ended with you, alone and bitter. in all fairness, mark warned you. he was upfront from the beginning, so you really had no one to blame but yourself. he told you that there would be no strings attached, just makeouts and hookups, but of course you couldn’t follow those simple instructions.

then, you made your own code of conduct. one that consisted of ignoring him. it didn’t last long though. nothing regarding mark ever seemed to last long. especially when you were drinking. that’s when it was worse. all the feelings would come up and your usually bubbly persona went down the drain. once you had a solid buzz going, thoughts of mark would infiltrate your brain, reminding you of your lonely status. until saint patrick’s day weekend.

obviously there were darties and parties and everything in between. so it wasn’t a surprise that when michigan won, the partying was only amplified. in your inebriated state, calling mark was the best option. to say congratulations. that was it. that’s what you kept telling yourself as you unblocked his contact and hit the green call button.

you waited and waited and waited. voicemail. but you were persistent, so you kept calling. again and again and again, you dialed his number. foot tapping on the sticky, alcohol covered, floor as you held your phone to your ear. the cool screen sticking to your flushed skin. after ten calls, he kept count not you, he answered.

“y/n?” he asked, hesitancy clearly in his voice. “mark! i saw the game! you won, so i had to…i had to call. you deserved a call,” you mumbled, words escaping your mouth faster than you could comprehend. “oh yeah. thanks,” he answered.

the effort was minimal, you could feel it through the phone. he didn’t want you to call. he didn’t want you then and he still doesn’t want you know. your sobbing before you can hang up, before you can shake yourself and get a grip.

“y/n? why are you crying? what’s wrong baby?” he said. if you weren’t crying, if you weren’t drunk, if you were able to comprehend, your heart would’ve skipped a beat. “i’m drunk. I’m drunk and my first thought is always you. it’s always you mark. and i want you so bad, but you never wanted me. no strings attached,” you explained, taking a long sip from your cup. “y/n…” he started, but you wouldn’t let him. he hurt you enough. “don’t pity me mark. i don’t…i don’t want a guy to be with me out of pity,” you said. you heard him take a breath, but before he could answer, you hung up the phone.

it shouldn’t have surprised you when mark arrived at your dorm the next day. but it did. he stood there, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “hi. can we talk?” he whispered. you hesitated, feeling nervous. your plans were sweaty and you felt like there was a frog in your throat. all you could muster was a nod as you grabbed your keys and followed him outside. the walk was silent, deadly silent. the kind of silence that exists between two people who don’t know what to say, how to say it, or when to say it. the type of silence that shouldn’t exist between you and mark.

“so you called me last night,” he blurted out. “i did,” you replied, interested in your scuffed up converse. “you did. do you remember what you said?” he asked. you shut your eyes, embarrassment washing over you like a wave at the beach. “if i said i didn’t would we just move past it?” you tried to joke, but mark didn’t laugh.

“no. i would remind you,” he answered, face serious. you stopped walking, turning to face him. “why? why do you do this?” you demanded, poking at his chest. “me! you’re the one that left and then refused to let me speak! you blocked my number and flat out ignored me for weeks. then you call me last night, and tell me that all you do is think about me,” you opened your mouth to interject but he doesn’t let you. “let me finish. god y/n just let me fucking speak because if you let me talk, you’d know that i’ve always loved you. and i still do! even though you ignore me and basically cut me out of your life, i still love you. i want you just as much now as i did last week, and two months ago, and this summer, and even last year.”

you're crying; tears streaming down your face as you listen to him rant. “why didn’t you say it sooner?” you croaked out. mark swallows, looking at you with utmost regret in his eyes, “because we said no strings attached.” you laughed. you were crying but now you’re laughing because how did you two agree to this? why did you agree? you think back to your freshman year and wonder what possessed you to say no strings attached. you wanted them to be attached, every single one. your strings and mark’s strings woven together into a tightly knit friendship bracelet, or maybe a keychain, or anything that involved the two of you being together.

it was silent between the two of you. both of you just standing there, waiting for the other to make a move. finally, mark had the courage to do so. “i think we should let our strings attached . maybe they could get jumbled up in a giant knot, and we wouldn’t be able to untie it, because i,” he paused to take a deep breath, “i don’t think i could live my life without you.”

“mark?” “yeah?” “let me kiss you.” his laugh echoed through the quad. his smile overtook his face, scrunching up his eyes and cheeks. his eyes brightened. his hands reached out for you, pulling you into him. his lips met yours.

your strings were pretty much attached.

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A Week Too Long || Remus Lupin

Summary: Request - As always I have another request. Can do you a small thingy of Remus x sleepy reader? Like just always tired and would rather nap together than go out. Maybe she falls asleep at breakfast and then the rest of the marauders go looking for them two and find them napping in bed together? Just something cute and simple about cuddles and being sleepy together 💕💕

A/N: I love sweet and soft Remus. Thank you for the request @loving-and-dreaming !!

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Y/N

Word Count: 1.6k+

It had been another night of rather tragic sleep. It happened every year when you got back to Hogwarts. It’s like your brain failed to comprehend what the hell sleep was. You didn’t know if it was the excitement of being back and being around everybody again, the nerves for a new school year, your worry for your werewolf boyfriend or what had you up all night, but sleep evaded you for the better part of it.

“Hey.” Marlene giggled waving a hand in front of your face, “Are you even listening to me?”

Your glazed over eyes snapped back into focus, “Sorry Marls.” You sighed, “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

She frowned, “Again?” Looping her arm with yours she guided you along the corridor towards the Great Hall.

“Every year.” You shrugged bringing your hands up to your eyes. You tried to rub the sleepiness away, but it didn’t seem to help much. Your eyelids felt like cinder blocks that kept wanting to be dragged down and down.

“What’s that about anyway?” She asked spotting your friends from the doorway.

You let a yawn out before answering her, “I dunno. Think I just got to get used to it again. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

She all but dragged you over to the table. You felt like you were going to fall asleep with your eyes open at this rate, “Remus, your girlfriend.” Marlene unhooked herself from you before bouncing off to sit somewhere else. Did she just drop you off with your boyfriend?

“Darling,” His smile dropped when he saw your state, “Sit down, what’s wrong?” Shooting up from his seat he made you sit down with a gentle touch. You were so tired you hadn’t heard the snickers from his, and now your, friends from behind you.

“Rem, I’m fine. Just tired.” You let out another yawn. Your brain desperate for some oxygen to wake you the hell up.

“Yeah Remy, she’s fine.” James teased turning his voice up an octave earning a glare from Remus as he sat back down next to you.

“Bugger off James.” Remus turned back to you making sure to flip his friend off in the process.

“Didn’t know Remus had it in him.” Sirius just had to add in. He leaned forward on the table, an amused expression gracing his lips as his eyes bounced between the two of you. The two of you were nothing new, having been going strong for over two years now. Naturally, you’d grown quite close with his shithead friends that you really did love. They were everything and more for Remus and that meant to the world to you. An incredible human loved by more incredible humans.

You peaked over giving him a broad smile, “James, Sirius, Peter… lovely to see you all again. How was your holiday?” You asked to nobody in particular letting out another yarn trying your darndest to keep your eyes open.

Without hesitation, Remus guided your head to his shoulder. He should’ve known. He saw you like this last year and you’d always mentioned how the start of the year left you sleepless.

“It was fine.” James grinned seeing the soft side of his long-time werewolf friend come out. James would never admit it, but he dreamed of a relationship like the two of yours. The two of you were each other’s safe spaces. You told each other everything. You also gave the other person enough space to grow and flourish on their own. Only pulling them back when they needed it.

Sirius nodded turning back to you. His smile grew into a sneaky little grin seeing your eyes close on Remus’ shoulder, “Let’s just say I’m glad to be back. And she looks like she is too.” You felt Remus’ hands run through your hair. You just knew he was throwing a glare at his best friend. Probably telling him to shut the hell up. Remus always made sure to put you first, even in front of his friends. It never ceased to make your heart swell with the utmost love.

You smiled letting the group know you heard them. Truth was you were glad to be back. You were more than thrilled to be back with your best friends and boyfriend. How cool was it that you got to spend the next ten months with them? Coming from a muggle home the concept of Hogwarts never ceased to amaze you. You were more than thankful for everything your life had thrown at you, no matter how stressful being twelve was. Imagine, you thought you knew the world and then you were thrown into an entirely new one.

“When the bell rings what do you say we skip potions and go take a nap instead?” He asked whispering into your ear

You opened an eye looking right at in not knowing if you heard him right, “Did my studious boyfriend just suggest skipping class?” You soft smile turned into one much wider knowing you’d corrupted him down to the core in the most innocent way possible. Sleep and snuggles were now his weakness. You, sleep and snuggles was all he needed to survive in this world.

He nodded quickly peaking his eyes back at his oblivious friends, “Slughorn probably won’t even notice love. Let’s get you nice and rested up for charms after lunch. How does that sound?” He gave your nose a quick kiss earning a gag from Peter and a snicker from James. Menaces, all of them.

You nodded almost breathless from the sheer intimacy of the moment, not even his friends could ruin it, “That sounds amazing Remy.” You nodded with the lightest touch of a blush on your cheeks. Even after all this time he still made you feel those butterflies like it was the first time all over again.

As if time was reading your mind the bell chimed letting students know it was time to get a start to their day. Remus waved off his friends letting them get a head start. He knew they wouldn’t get nervous until class started and the two of you didn’t show up. He knew their alone time was limited so the second they disappeared from the Great Hall he tapped your shoulder whispering, “Let’s go love, let’s get some sleep.” He pulled you up beside him softly before walking you back to the Gryffindor common room.

It was all a blissful blue of happiness up until you heard James’ obnoxious laugh echoing from the bubble Remus placed around you. Perks of having a genius boyfriend, he knew all the useful charms. You grinned seeing your boyfriend try and shush his loud roommates trying not to wake you up.

He looked back, his shoulders visibly deflated seeing your eyes open. You heard a faint, “You guys woke her up!” Before he cast the charm away with a simple flick.

“It’s our room too!” Sirius whined sitting down on the foot of his bed.

Peter nodded agreeing with his friend, “Yeah!”

You yawned stretching your arms out towards your boyfriend. A lopsided grin crossed his face seeing you reach out for him so needily. He obliged, walking towards you quickly. You nuzzled your head into his chest once he pulled you back into him, “It’s okay boys. I needed to get up anyhow.” The steady beat of Remus’ heart had other plans for you though. Your eyes shut again once he began running his hands through your hair letting you sink fully into him.

You didn’t notice that Remus cast the spell once more silencing you into a bubble once more. He shooed them out successfully letting you fall asleep for another little bit. Remus continued to stroke your hair smiling down at his sleepy girlfriend. He couldn’t believe how truly lucky he was to have you in his life. He planned to have you in it for a long, long time more now knowing he could do it. He could be a part time monster and you still loved him.

“Hi Remy.” You soft voice tore him away from his thoughts.

He looked down at you with a sweet smile, “Hi love, sleep okay?”

Nodding quickly, you answered him, “Better than I have in a while.”

Leaning down he kissed your temple, “Good.” He kissed you once more before continuing, “I missed you.”

You giggled, “it’s only been a week since I’ve seen you Rem.”

He shrugged, “A week too long.” He pulled you in closer to him. He smelled your hair always loving the scent of your shampoo. It always brought him comfort when he needed it most. The two of you had made it a point to see each other a few times throughout the summer when the other wasn’t traveling. Yes, he’d seen you a week ago, but it was too quick of a trip to your parents’ house. He wasn’t able to do this, no not at all. This was what he wanted and craved. You in his arms snoozing away. This was his version of heaven. You were the something he’d always dreamed of.

You nodded, “A week too long, indeed.”

He leaned down to capture your lips on his. His sweet kisses always seemed to catch you off guard. When he pulled away your cheeks were ablaze, pupils blown out in love, terribly breathless. Remus grinned seeing the state he left you in, “I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you so much Remy.” You grinned laying your head down on his chest once more letting him hold you. You knew he’d get you going for charms if he really wanted to. This too was your version of heaven and you too weren’t terribly keen on giving it up.

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