#(thank u ly for the wonderful name)

[arminsumi]

First request ever: Can you make a story about Gojo, where their both in a relationship but gojo had to end it because he was afraid that she would be in danger?

Thank you! Keep up the good work, I love your stories!!!

LET ME MARRY YOU

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

The risk of dating you his too much for him to handle, so he breaks it off, only for him to come back to your doorstep years later and ask: "Let me marry you."

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Note : istg each time i edited this... the wordcount grew lol. i hope u enjoyyy 🥹💗 tysm for enjoying my work it means everything

Warnings : angst -> fluff (?) -> happy ending trust me, Shibuya arc spoilers (Ep 9), manga spoilers (chapter 221)

🍒 More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works / oct. reqs open

The risk of dating you is thrilling when Satoru's just a teenager in puppy love. But as he grows older, and heads into those dreaded 20s, the risk makes him more and more nervous.

What if something happens to you?

He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead and feels his chest tremble, feels his lips quiver, as he refrains from telling you the truth about the Jujutsu world. Satoru just can't do it.

There are so many instances of him saving you from curses that you're oblivious about. He just smiles strangely, and you wonder why he looks like he's just seen a ghost. Because he has, those pretty eyes see ghosts. But those pretty eyes also see you, "What am I looking at?" he responds after you ask why he's looking at you so tenderly, "I'm looking at my future wife." he flirts just to fluster you.

That's at the cafe, when things are still simple. He keeps thinking to himself, as he lays with you in bed some nights;

I want to marry you.

I'm going to marry you.

Please let me be your husband one day.

As if he's trying to manifest it.

Everything is okay-ish... until he gets pangs of fright when your name starts to be known outside of his closed circle of friends.

It's October 11th.

Gojo Satoru breaks up with you.

He leads you to believe that the two of you are just "right person, wrong time". It all hurts an incomprehensible amount for him, to finally cut the string that tethers the two of you together.

He sits on the stairs, head in his hands, mourning.

He starts many mornings with crying spells that last until midday.

He destroys evidence of you and him. In case anyone ever finds it and thus finds your apartment, or work, or college... or anything.

But he can't part with a very special photo. It's you and him in Okinawa, sharing a cheesy kiss at the beach. In the moment this photo was captured, Gojo remembers having whispered some dirty joke in your ear and that's why you smiled so big into his kiss.

He drifts to sleep to the lullaby lovesongs that defined your love.

Years pass, he refuses to even talk to you. The heartbreak worsens with time, he laughs when he realizes that on his 27th birthday.

Isn't time supposed to heal all wounds? Someone said that to him once. Well, they must have been lying without realizing it.

The day Gojo Satoru is sealed, he looks into Suguru's eyes, and remembers you through them. When he resides in that awful prison realm, he only thinks of you you you you you you you oh god he misses you so much that it feels like the very thought of your smile stabs his chest. Every memory is painful. Every flashback puts one more crack in his heart.

"Can't I ever catch a break...?" He laughs to himself, chattering skeletons making their eerie symphony around him.

He thinks. Ponders. Wonders. Broods. Daydreams. All about you. Always about you. Never anything else. Just his first love, from the late spring of his 17th year.

His earthly goddess.

The purpose of his benevolent actions.

He cries. And sobs. And weeps. Because no one can hear him but the skeletons and he's sure they don't mind the sight or sound of a 27 man howling in pain over a lost lover.

It's not just your relationship that he's mourning. But the fact he can't feel you in this cube... that he can't feel your presence in the world... that's worse than the heartbreak. At least through all these years, he's been able to sense your existence. Feel the subtle ripples of your soul no matter how distant you are; you'd be stood in a coffee shop, he'd be at Jujutsu High teaching, and yet feeling you.

Because as he promised to you at 17, "Half my soul is yours. And half your soul is mine. I'll always be with you even if I'm not there."

He has the biggest breakdown of his life in that little cramped suffocating claustrophobic eerie creepy box.

It's 19 days later. He's out. He's back in the world. And he feels the sense of you, your existence, swelling in his chest, tickling his mind, prodding his heart.

"Gojo sensei, where are you headed?"

"I'm gonna go find my other half." he says cryptically.

It's a stark bright day.

Gojo Satoru knocks at your apartment door.

You open it.

He looks at you, and you look at him.

"Hi."

"...hey...? Wow. Haha... you grew into your features, huh?"

Your voice fills his heart with life.

"You too... glad you still live in the same place... I was worried you might have moved out..."

"... Ah, Satoru, you'd be able to find me no matter what corner of the world I resided in."

Your laugh fills his mind with pleasant memories.

There's an a magnetism between you and him just like there always used to be. It feels like two magnets connecting at last, after feeling the distant attraction throughout all these years of distance.

"You're right." Satoru says after a silence of just staring into your eyes.

"I'll always find my way home."

A silence ensues after he says this.

"...haha... don't cry... or I'll cry..."

"... Satoru... I thought of you every day after you left me at the station."

"... me too."

"... why did you leave?"

He stares at you.

"... I was scared of you being in danger."

He gulps.

"Me? In danger? But you're the strongest, why would it matter."

Oh god that's right. You said it then when you were 17, "You're the strongest" and he carried that title with him from then. And now you've said it again. He's reminded. He feels a bit stupid. A bit ridiculous. A bit...

"You're right..." he chokes up. "I am. I could have protected you I guess..."

"... yeah, duh."

He smiles meekly.

It was more complicated than that, sweetheart. But I won't tell you.

He hesitates. He contemplates.

"I have to tell you everything... will you promise to believe everything I say even if it sounds insane?"

"Of course. What is it?"

He inhales deeply. And instead of blurting out his whole life story of being a sorcerer in the Jujutsu world, he just leans in and kisses you hard and truthfully. Cups your cheeks. Closes his eyes. Tastes you like a sweet from his childhood that he hasn't had for years. Presses to you. Takes in your scent.

Yeah yeah... he'll tell you everything in a minute.

But for now just let him kiss you until he runs out of breath.

Let him just...

"Hey..." he pulls away, gasping, "Let me marry you."

"Haha, Satoru..." you take it as a joke and laugh, because it sounds as bizarre and unexpected as one. Then you realize there's that serious look on his face. "... Satoru?"

"Can I?"

"... what?"

"Can I please?"

"... huh??"

"Can I marry you, please?"

He looks at you and waits for your answer. His poor heart. It's palpitating. His whole chest cavity inspires with love for you. This man that you haven't seen in years has just asked if you'll let him marry you — with very specific wording.

Can he? Will you let him?

It's funny in a way, because you think to yourself; this is such a Satoru thing to do... show up unannounced years later on your doorstep and ask for your hand in marriage as if no time has passed, as if you know the full story.

"Satoru... what happened to you throughout these years for you to come back to me and ask for my hand in marriage?" you ask, genuinely baffled.

He swallows slowly. "I know I sound like I've lost my mind. But I promise I haven't."

"That's hard to believe. The Satoru I remember was always on the brink of mania. A bit insane but not quite."

You make him laugh. "Yeah..."

"So are you asking to marry me out of insanity?"

"No."

"Well alright then. I guess I'll marry you."

You make him laugh again, with that funny tone. He hasn't laughed genuinely in years... it's always been that plastic laugh. But this is his genuine laugh. Silky and quiet. The opposite of his demeanor.

"I guess I should be explaining everything to you properly... before I ask you something like that."

"You're damn right..."

"... don't scold me too hard when I tell you all the reasons I left. Or, if you do, then at least hold me while you scold me. And run your fingers through my hair like you used to."

"Satoru."

"Yes?"

His heart throbs. He looks at you.

"Stop standing at the doorway and come inside."

"Oh."

You sigh. He smiles. Then he bows his head so it doesn't hit the top of the doorframe. Damn tiny Tokyo apartments. Your archway always had it out for the crown of his head. You laugh when he bumps into it just like he always used to.

So the two of you sit down and just talk. And talk. Maybe cry a bit. Actually, you cry a lot. And he holds you. And he says he's sorry. He says sorry over and over, as if the word is a bandage he's trying to wrap around all your heartbreak wounds that he caused.

"I'm sorry."

Satoru's apologies aren't easy to come by, and when you receive them, they nurse your heart. It's the gentleness with which he says it, and earnest too. Each successive sorry means more than the last.

"My angel..."

When you call him this after he vents to you about his time in the Prison Realm, and his overwhelming duty of being the strongest, he breaks down completely and just weeps in your arms.

He sobs like you've never heard him sob before, like a dog.

Finally. At least for a moment. He could be weak. Let down his guard. Be raw. Be emotional. Not a teacher. Not a sorcerer. Just your boy. Your Satoru.

Your consolation is all he wanted throughout these years. He looks up at you, eyes red and sore, nose sniffling, and stares at you like he can see your soul.

"...Satoru?"

"Marry me."

You chuckle again.

"If that will stop your tears..." you joke.

He sniffles loudly and swallows, composing himself.

"I thought about marrying you so much when we were together... 'n I tried so hard to bite my tongue when your name nearly rolled off it while talking to my students some days. I was always..."

On the verge of saying your name.

He sniffles long and hard and waits for your hand to weave into his hair.

"Will you think about it?"

"I will."

There's a silence. Satoru feels hopeful. He lays on your chest, arms around you like you're his whole world that he won't dare let go of again.

"There." you say with finality. "I thought about it. Let's get married."

"That took you, like, ten seconds."

You laugh with him. "Yeah... I already knew in my heart when you asked me at the doorway... you know... Satoru... it's funny. When you left, it felt like half my soul was gone. And when you knocked on my doorstep, it felt like I was whole again. Does that sound freaky, or does it tie into all this... Juju... Jujutsu stuff?"

He's silent.

"I have no idea."

"Wow. My future husband isn't knowledgeable at all." you joke.

His heart flutters at 'future husband'.

"Sorry." he says, smiling softly, "My mind is blank when your fingers are running through my hair."

The two of you go on and on, until you're laid in bed sleeping at each other's side. Resting. And god, did Gojo Satoru need a good rest.

In your arms, he's no longer an insomniac.

© arminsumi

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[coryosbaby]

— ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ, ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ !

cowboy! Coriolanus snow x fem! Reader

synopsis: you meet a handsome, mysterious cowboy at a carnival.

content warning . western au, dumb choices, handjobs, cunnilingus, age gap if u squint ig

When you first lock eyes with him, it’s at a county fair.

How cliché it is, but in a small southern town of Kentucky it’s not that uncommon to meet your lover at such an event. Everyone from your town knows each other, knows every name, face, and house. It’s a wonder that anyone has any privacy at all.

But the man you’re looking at, you’ve never seen him around these parts before. His brown curls are hidden— you know he has brown curls because of the way the brunette locks peek out from underneath his cowboy hat. He’s wearing a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, suspenders, and the usual pants you see on every other man. But he wears all of this so exceptionally well that you can’t take your eyes off of him.

And he’s looking at you.

You shiver as you watch him watch you. Your momma stands beside you and gossips with her church going friends, and you hope she doesn’t notice the eyes you’re giving this perfect stranger. She’d pound your hide for sure. You smooth down your dress, your eyes wondering to the man’s muscle-ey arms. He must be very fit underneath that outfit.

He moves, walking towards a ring toss game and winks at you. Heat creeps down from your fingers to your toes, your bloomers become drenched with arousal. You want to talk to him— of course you do. Who wouldn’t? Your momma is busy, anyway, so what harm could it really do? You say goodbye to her and tell her you’re going to go play a few games. You’re not exactly lying about that. Your heel clad feet make their way across the dirt as you subtly take your place beside the man. He smells like soap and cigars, and you’re thankful that he isn’t like the smelly men that plague your location. He turns to look at you, a smile playing on his lips.

“Do you wanna play?”

His voice has a soft southern drawl, not as vibrant as yours but still there. He must be from somewhere more up north.

“I’m not that good at these games,” you sheepishly reply. “But I’d like to watch you, sir, if that’s okay.”

“Sir, huh?” He seems amused, and his big hands toss a ring that lands around an old milk bottle. “I’m not that old, y’know.”

You nervously fumble on the balls of your feet.

“I jus’ turned twenty.”

He looks at you again, taking in the sight of your lipstick smeared lips.

“Thought you’d be younger,” he teases, and you smirk.

“Is that a problem?”

“Not for me,” he laughs, throwing another ring and once again, landing it onto the milk bottle. You wonder what else his hands can do besides play carnival games. “I’m twenty five, sweet thing.”

A slight age gap, but nothing you can’t handle. He tosses the last ring towards the bottles, and it lands again. The man who’s monitoring the tent lets out a loud whistle.

“First winner of the night,” he says. “Which stuffed animal d’ya want?”

At the mention of the wall of prizes, your eyes dart to all of them. They land on a brown bear with a pink bow wrapped up around its neck, and you frown when you realize that you weren’t the one to win the game.

But to your surprise, the man beside you smiles with his shiny white teeth and points at the bear.

“That one, right there, for this pretty lady.”

Excitement floods through you as the man grabs the bear from the shelf. He hands it to you and you squeal, hugging the bear to your chest.

“Thank you, sir!”

You’re talking to the one beside you, not the vendor, and he chuckles.

"Coriolanus,” he says, and it rolls off of his tongue like honey. “My name is Coriolanus Snow.”

You smile at him as you reveal your name. His hands are cold against your skin when they brush against your shoulder.

“Well, [y/n],” he starts. “Do you wanna get out of here for a little bit?”

It’s against your better judgement to go off from your family for the comfort of a stranger. But this man— Coriolanus— he’s different. Your undergarments are soaked, too, you know they are.

“My momma told me I shouldn’t be alone with strangers,” you chastise. “Promise not to hurt me, Mr. Coriolanus?”

He leans in close to you, something dark drawling in his voice.

“I’ll do my best to take care of you.”

—

You didn’t tell your family where you went. They were probably going to be occupied for the rest of the night, anyway. Your feet pad against the ground as Coriolanus leads you out to his pickup truck. It’s a bit rusty, but it’s a lot better than the vehicles you’re used to. He opens the door for you— a gentleman— and you climb into the passengers seat with little struggle. You lean back in the seat and place the stuffed bear in between the both of you as Coriolanus takes his place beside you. The ride to this mysterious destination is shorter than you expect. He turns into the woods— a little creepy, but you have a switchblade in your corset so it’s fine. When you arrive in front of an opening in front of a lake, your eyes light up.

“You can swim, right?” Coriolanus asks you.

“Of course.” You reply, opening the car door. You skip over to the edge of the water, dipping your hand in to get a feel of the temperature. It’s a bit cold, but nothing you can’t handle. You’re so distracted by the scenery that you hardly notice the sound of Coriolanus’ belt buckle until you turn around. He’s unzips his fly and begins to unbutton your shirt. A humored smile spreads across your lips.

“Skinny dipping? Really?”

“Don’t do it if you don’t want to,” he shrugs, pulling his pants down past his thighs. “Unless you’re a coward.”

You gasp, lifting yourself back up and putting your hands on your hips.

“I am not a coward, Coriolanus Snow. I’m just a lady.”

“A lady who snuck off from her momma to be with a boy she barely knows?”

He has a point with that, and you let out a frustrated noise. You try not to blush as he slips his shirt off, left in nothing but his underwear. He takes his hat off, too, and his hair is just as perfect as you imagined. You finally give in, beginning to unbotton the top of your dress.

“You’ll have to help with my corset, I hope you know. This thing is such a hassle to unlace.”

“I’d be happy to.”

He seems smug when you pull your dress over your head, your bloomers and corset being revealed to him. You pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail and turn around so he can undo the laces on your corset, and his fingers strategically remove the strings in a matter of a few minutes.

“Seems like you’ve done this a lot, Coriolanus.”

He hums. “I guess you could say that I don’t lack experience.”

You scoff, turning around and sliding the corset off of your shoulders. Coriolanus gapes at your now bare chest, your hardened nipples on full display and your chest full and inviting.

“Neither do I.”

You move towards the water, and like a puppy dog Coriolanus trails in after you. The water goes up to your chest by the time you’re done moving, and Coriolanus pulls your half nude body close to him. You giggle, feeling like a giddy child, feeling free. He presses a kiss to your neck, then another, and another. It’s like you’ve known him your whole life. His lips brush over yours, not quite touching but just enough to give you the impression of his desire.

“Can I?” He asks, sweet and gentle. You nod, your head spinning, and his mouth molds to yours perfectly. His hands wrap tightly around your waist to hold you to him, and your arms come up to grasp the locks of his hair. He breathes heavy, pushing his hips against you, and you laugh against his lips when you feel his hardness press against you.

“You’re a filthy man, Coriolanus snow.”

He rolls his eyes, his palm coming down to rub over your breast. You gasp against his mouth, your mound pressing against his bulge, and he chuckles.

“Me?” He chastises.

“Mmm..”

Your hand reaches down, not shy to a man’s body as you move past his waistband. Your hand grips his cock, your tongue coming out to lick your lips when you feel how thick he is.

“Big boy, aren’t you?” You say with a throaty breath. He groans, his face burying itself in your neck as you begin to stroke him.

Your hands are like magic, your skill magnified tenthfold because it’s been a while since Coriolanus has been touched by a woman’s hands. His hips buck against you, precum dripping out of his swollen cockhead, and when your thumb brushes over the underside of his cock he lets out a deep, gravelly moan.

“You’re so good at this,” he breathes out, his grip on your waist the only thing keeping him up. “So good, darlin’, Fuck.”

You whine against him, his praise making your knees buckle. The water around you is still cold but it’s warming now because of your adjustment and your shared body heat. You can feel a few rocks poke at the bottom of your feet, but you can’t think about that right now. Coriolanus’ pleasure is like your own, and with the way he’s feeling… you don’t know how you’re still standing.

You reach past his cock for a moment to feel up his balls, soft in your palm, and the sound he makes is so guttural it’s almost as if you have killed him. His cock kicks, you can feel it and hear the water below you splash as your hand moves faster and gets him closer. He keeps spilling precious moans from his mouth, and you think you could spend everyday with him like this, even though you’ve only known him for a few hours.

“Gonna cum…” he whimpers out, his legs shaking. “Gonna cum all over your hand, baby.”

And you’re perfectly fine with that. You bite down on his earlobe, letting out a tiny giggle.

“Cum for me, Coriolanus. Cum.”

It’s an automatic command that has the boy thrusting one final time against you before he spills inside his underwear. Thick ropes of cum squirt against your hand, sticky and hot. You let him ride out his high before you press a wet kiss to his neck. He sighs against you, and he knows his body would be nearly limp if he wasn’t so fit. After that sigh he lets out a laugh, serotonin flooding his brain as you pull your hand out of his underwear. You smile at him.

“How was that?” You ask him. He tilts his head, biting teasingly against your cheek.

“So amazing that I need you up on that shoreline, darlin’. I needa touch you, too.”

You bite your lip, nervous as you reply.

“You don’t gotta do that. I know some men don’t like to.”

Coriolanus’ brows furrow, a look of disgust crossing his features.

“No man hates eating pussy. What kind of boys have you been hangin’ around?”

You stutter, trying to come up with a response but Coriolanus just shushes you and guides you back to the shoreline with his hands. His back muscles ripple as you watch him from behind, and you wonder what a wanderer is doing with muscles like that.

When you both get back to shore he tells you to stand and wait. He comes back soon with a blanket in his hands and spreads it out on the shore. You lay down on it, trying to calm your beating heart. Coriolanus takes a spot in front of you, sitting on his knees in between your legs. He smiles at you, his thumbs moving to the waistband of your bloomers. You nod to him, and with callused hands he pulls them down past your ankles. He throws them in the sand, the smell of your pussy hitting his nostrils and making him groan. His nose scrapes against your inner thighs, his hands holding your legs open as he begins to mouth closer and closer to your pussy.

“Coryo,” you whine, the nickname making his cock twitch. “Please? Y-You don’t have to, but I.. I really, really want you to.”

“Want me to do what, honey?” He says, his mouth hovering over your dripping slit. “Eat this pretty little pussy? Is that what you want?”

You cry out, nodding your head, begging for it now, and finally Coriolanus licks a long, wet stripe up your juicy cunt with his tongue. His eyes roll back at the taste of you, and he dives into your pussy like a man starved. His tongue moves up and down before probing your hole, slipping just the tip in as his nose rubs against your clit. You desperately hump against his face, riding his strong nose and squeezing around his wet tongue. You’ve never been eaten out before, never in your life. Not even with the handful of men you’ve lain with— none have ever wanted to do this or try to. You’re practically in heaven right now.

“Nghhh..” you moan, tears beginning to pool in your eyes. You jump when his finger brushes up against your entrance, slipping it inside next to his tongue and scissoring, and fuck, you never knew this could be so good. Your legs try to close around Coriolanus’ head but he grabs one of them with his free hand and pushes it down. Your legs hitch up, a sob spilling from your throat, and the man below you can’t stop humming and making precious sounds. Slurping noises echo throughout the empty, wooded area, and you can’t help but fantasize about being caught. How hot it would be, someone walking in on this, on this hot cowboy devouring your pussy like it’s his last meal, your fingers gripping his curls like your life depends on it as he drives you closer and closer to the edge like no other man has.

Coriolanus slips another finger inside you, removing his tongue from inside you and making his way up to your puffy clit. He captures it in between his teeth, suckling with everything he has, and without warning your body is seizing up and you’re cumming, a sob escaping you, your hands yanking on his hair, your legs shaking. Coriolanus drinks up your spend, his chin dripping with your release as he pulls away and wipes his mouth on his wrist. You look down at him, and a grin spreads wide on his face. You grin back at him, the post orgasm clarity overtaking you as gets up and digs in his pants pocket. He lays down beside you, taking out a cigar and a match as he lights it up. He takes a long drag and a silence overtakes the lakeside, the only sound the light summer breeze and the crickets in the woods. You turn on your side, the moonlight reflecting off of Coriolanus’ jawline. He turns to look at you too, passing the cigar off to you. You take it, trying not to cough or embarrass yourself because this is your first time ever touching one of these things. When you clumsily inhale and exhale, you give it back to him with curiosity on your face.

“What’s a man like you doin’ around here anyway?” You ask him. “You some kind of outlaw?”

He chuckles, his fingertips grazing your thigh as he looks up at the full moon in the sky.

“If I was, would you tell on me?”

He knows you wouldn’t, but he teases you anyway. You shake your head.

“I wouldn’t. It ain’t my business.”

He sighs.

“Maybe I am. And I think that’s why I need to tell you to stay away from me from now on.” He explains. His finger grips your wrist, tickling you. “I’m bad news, sweetheart.”

“I can handle it, cowboy.”

He rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back again and closes them. He changes the subject.

“Do you need me to take you home?”

You shrug, grabbing the cigar from him.

“It can wait a few more hours. My momma’s gonna be livid when she sees me.”

And it’s true. Because when Coriolanus drops you off in his pick up truck with a promise to see you again (after your persuading), you show up at your front door barefoot, the teddy bear in your hands, and without a corset— Coriolanus had taken it from you as a souvenir, and he said he didn’t intend to give it back. In return, you had taken his hat and perched it on your head as a reminder of his touch. You give him a small thumbs up when you watch him get the hell out of dodge.

Your momma is furious when she opens that door, but you don’t regret this night one bit.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ok while reading ur teenagers series I kept imagining the reader as the little girl from the univers that got destroyed but in ur fics she happened to make it out. But I also can't stop imagining what would happen if reader found out that her Miguel isn't her actual dad. Cuz let's be honest that's totally somthing he would keep from her. So if ur up to it could u pretty please write something like that 🙏. Maybe include hobie's reaction to??

stop this is so sad

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬… 𝐩𝐭 𝟕

“You and your dad look nothing alike.”

You always got that, all the time. You questioned if you were even his sometimes.

“No, Lyla. I’m not gonna tell her-“

“She’s old enough. She deserves to know-“

Lyla was about to say something else when you walked into the room. You overheard it.

She’s been pushing Miguel since you turned 12 to tell you. He was always too scared to do so.

“Hey-“ Miguel turned to you quickly.

“What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if Hobie could come over?”

“Sure, yeah, whatever. I’ll see you later, there’s something wrong with Lyla or something and Margo needs me to come check it out or something.”

He was lying.

“Okay. Yeah. See you.” You said as he practically ran out the door.

You looked around his room, realizing you’ve never really snooped around in here.

He was up to something, so you decided to look around.

Hobie decided to help you, he had nothing better to do with his time.

“What do you think he’s hiding exactly..?” He asked, going through some files.

“Something. I just…. Don’t know what.”

He stopped when he saw a folder with your name. He handed you the folder.

Lord of scribbled notes, pictures of you when you were a child, but none when you were a baby. Probably about 4 or 5 in the pictures.

You held them up, and looked at them.

Hobie pulled out a document in the folder, that was hidden.

“DO NOT OPEN.” It said, so he opened it.

He skimmed through it, but stopped for a second.

“Y/n L/n, taken in by Miguel O’Hara when earth-712 was about to collapse, he arrived in time and couldn’t save anyone but the child. He now has legal guardianship of the child. This child may be considered dangerous, and must be under watch AT ALL TIMES.”

He stopped reading and looked at you, you gave him a confused look. He just handed you it to you.

You read through it, tears starting to form.

You looked back at Hobie, who gave you a sympathetic look. He went next to you, rubbing your shoulder as you started to cry into your knees. He held you while you did so.

“I just can’t fucking believe it- I’ve been lied to my whole life.” You sobbed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m gonna go beat his ass.” He mumbled the last part under his breath.

You laughed at that for a second and went back to crying. It was quiet for a moment, he looked at you.

“C’mon, let’s get up.” He said, grabbing your hand and going to your room. You both sat on your bed for a while in silence.

“Thank you.” You sniffled, wiping your nose with your sweater. You laid down and he still sat down on your bed.

“It’s what I’m here for.”

You smiled slightly at him.

“I love you.”

“I love you more. Do you need anything..?”

“No. Don’t leave. Please.”

“I won’t” he laid down next to you, and held you. You turned on the tv.

“New season?” He asked, he didn’t know there would be one.

“Yeah.” You laughed.

“Alright then.” He got more comfortable, and so did you.

—————————————————

After an hour or two after that, you both fell asleep, the tv going on in the background.

It was late, About 10 pm. Miguel opened the front door. He sighed and took off his shoes, his mask was already gone, and he went into his bedroom.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he opened the door to his room. It was a mess, and the one file he hoped you never saw was open, dark spots covering it which he guessed was tears.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He repeated it, cleaning up the files and mess, then looking into your room.

He only opened it a little, he knew you knew. He knew that Hobie would question him about it in the morning. He knew that you would hate him if you didn’t already.

He left and plopped down into his bed, suit still on. He looked at the pictures you had pulled out. Pictures of you when you were younger.

All of it would be gone all because he couldn’t tell you.

———————————————————-

Miguel did not sleep that day, he changed and stared at the ceiling the whole night. And even when the light shined through his window, he didn’t get up.

He only got up when he heard you both shuffling around.

“You got your stuff?” Hobie asked you. You were gonna stay at his for a while, just until you felt ready.

“Where are you going?” Miguel asked, both of you turning to him.

“Away from you.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I was gonna tell you but I couldn’t-“

“You couldn’t? You lied to me my whole fucking life!”

“You have to understand, ever since Gabriella I haven’t known what love was, that was until I found you, okay? I love you. And you can hate me, you can go away, but I will always love you, because even if you’re not my biological daughter, you’re still my daughter. I raised you. And no matter what you do, you can’t run away from that.”

You stayed silent for a moment. Not knowing what to say.

“He’s not wrong, love. He’s your dad.” Hobie said, grabbing your shoulder.

You started to cry again, and went up to Miguel and hugged him. Tightly. He hugged you like he never wanted to let go.

Hobie smiled and Miguel looked at him then back to you.

“I love you.” You mumbled to him.

“I know.”

#hobie brown x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown #spider punk x reader #teenagers hobie brown series

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all da ladies love leo valdez ! leo x daughter of poseidon!reader

｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ in which, leo has a crush on yet another girl that’s beyond his league, percy’s sister … and his friends flame him for not being able to confess his feelings!

— this is set in like… university ?? obviously jason doesn’t die…hope u enjoy my first ever fic on here!! might be ooc, soz🫐 also jeyna is a thing…. sorry not sorry!! 🤓😂 (it’s actually not even relevant to this story, but i thought i’d let u know…)

IMSG, “THE LOST HOES 🫤” July 4th, 2024

beauty queen

do yall ever wonder how it’s impossible to not pull hoes

like it sounds like a real SKILL issue

superman

who are you talking about, pipes?

beauty queen

who do u think I’m talking about???

the only mfo who doesn’t have a gf???

do NOT play dumb jason grace

latino elf

oh wow

talking shit in the gc is crazzyyy

superman

i wasn’t!

she was.

beauty queen

do not make me pull up our private messages

latino elf

i see how it is…..

😔 it’s always the bitches u think u can trust…

superman

ok

beauty queen

why is he the driest man alive

this why we didn’t last ong😭

latino elf

or maybe because ur lebanese ???

superman

she’s cherokee huh

wait is that supposed to say lesbian?

latino elf

isn’t that what it says…

beauty queen

💀💀

ok… anyway can we talk about the fact that leo has

been madly in love with y/n since like… forever???

latino elf

no thanks

didn’t ask

not true

lying on my name

superman

yeah yeah whatever helps you sleep at night

beauty queen

he’s down bad shhh

latino elf

OHHH GODDD 😭😭😔😔😔

ok so what if i like her shes so fine

and so nice and sooo mermaid 🧜‍♀️

beauty queen

she is very fine and very nice

and yes she’s very mermaid

superman

we all know he isn’t going to say

anything to her, though, right??

latino elf

hahaha 😂 wdym 😂

i’d tell her if percy weren’t her brother

superman

that didn’t stop you from trying to

flirt with MY sister though???????

latino elf

yeah that’s different tho

she COULDNT go out with me

beauty queen

not like she wanted to anyway

latino elf

gtfo

anyway i don’t plan on telling her that

i have any slight interest in her! 😎

superman

you should though

bet she likes you too

beauty queen

don’t feed into his delusions

superman

gosh pipes, pipe it down a notch

latino elf

fr listen to my bro ‼️

how would i even tell her dawggg

WHAT IF she rejects me 🤨 BOOM FRIENDSHIP GONE

superman

yeah i guess so

but yolo ???

latino elf

yolo my ass bro😒

superman

ok sorry for trying to help

beauty queen

this why she dont want u

latino elf

yeah nd thats why yo relationship was a LIE 🤣

superman

😐

beauty queen

🖕🏼

latino elf

lol ur mad

ok bye u guys are a snooze fest 😴

beauty queen

go talk to ur gf

latino elf

i will, beauty queen 🫡

IMSG, “Y/N 🦈” July 4th, 2024

leo 🛠️

hey hey mermaid

y/n 🦈

hi leo !

whats up :)

leo 🛠️

the sky duh

nothing much tho, just chilling in my dorm

u should totally pull up

y/n 🦈

we’ll see 🧐

i’m in the library rn

leo 🛠️

nerd alert ‼️

y/n 🦈

ok but when u fail our exams dont come crying

leo 🛠️

if it were math/science i would be resting peacefully

but no fr i did study, trust 🙏🏼

y/n 🦈

not that u needed it though

you’re smart enough

leo 🛠️

wowie thanks mermaid

da ladies wish they had my smarts

y/n 🦈

🤨🤨

leo 🛠️

sorry that came out SO wrong 😭

y/n 🦈

ok ok well pull up to the library

perhaps i need ur smarts

leo 🛠️

si señora

will be there in a few 😎

shark_girl • 2h

send message ♡ ➣

pipermstealer replied to your story

omg he wants uuu 😳😳🤣😂

shark_girl

why are u insane

😅😅😅

pipermstealer

i am not insane he wants u

what boy willingly wants to study w a girl

shark_girl

one that’s my friend???

pipermstealer

friend my ass bro

he wanna kiss u so bad…

matching usernames??? THE MAAAN WANTS UU 😭

shark_girl

be fr we’ve had them since we were

like fifteen 🙄🙄

pipermstealer

bro get out I’m actually DONE

u have to wake up queen 😭🙏🏼

IMESSAGE, PIPER & JASON July 5th, 2024

pipes 🌸

i am so SO DONE with yn

jason ⚡️

why

pipes 🌸

bc she’s convinced that leo don’t want her

jason ⚡️

i think its very obvious

do you think yn wants leo thats the real question

pipes 🌸

ABSOLUTELY ?????

she has extreme heart eyes for him

but she’s better at hiding it

jason ⚡️

wait are you being serious

NO WAY

NO WAY??

a girl out of his league actually wants him 🤨

piper 🌸

wait I thought u knew???

jason ⚡️

uhm no

she must be good at hiding it

piper 🌸

or boys are just dense

jason ⚡️

ok well…….

we have to get them together

cause I’m so tired of hearing leo ramble abt her

piper 🌸

ok well i’m tired of yn too

how do we get them together

jason ⚡️

uh I don’t know?????

now why would you think I know

aren’t YOU the daughter of aphrodite

maybe YOU should know 😒

pipes 🌸

someone’s mad

but i don’t know?

one of them has to say something eventually….

jason ⚡️

no way, leo would never… not too sure about yn though.

leo cares too much about their friendship

and he is convinced she only sees him as a friend

and he’s deathly afraid to ruin their friendship

pipes 🌸

why do we have dumb friends

why can’t THEY SEEEE

jason ⚡️

yeah it’s very annoying

man, maybe we shouldn’t interfere?

let them figure it out themselves

pipes 🌸

unless u want leo to date the first girl

who gives him the opportunity to date her,

i think we SHOULD interfere! not a lot just a tiny bit 🤏🏼

jason ⚡️

well i guess you have a point… but how?

pipes 🌸

OK hear me out fr

u share a dorm with leo, yeah?

he always leaves his phone unattended

go into twt and make sure he isnt logged into his private account

jason ⚡️

where is this headed

pipes 🌸

ok shut up

OK but make sure hes on the main

since he always talks about her on his priv

so if yn sees a tweet about her then

SHES GOTTA KNOW

jason ⚡️

FIRST OF ALL thats an invasion of privacy

SECOND OF ALL what if she doesn’t see it before

leo realizes that wasn’t tweeted on his private account

pipes 🌸

no she like stalks his twitter so she’ll see!

and uhm so what if it’s an invasion of privacy

he’ll thank us once he gets the girl of his dreams 🙄

jason ⚡️

ok then….

i’ll do it

but if this backfires i was not apart of it

pipes 🌸

yeah yeah whatever

i’ll take the blame

FIVE DAYS LATER, TWITTER!

IMSG, “THE LOST HOES 🫤” July 10th, 2024

latino elf

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

IM JUMPING OFF THE NEAREST CLIFF

it was so nice knowing u two

superman

don’t kys ur so sexy haha

what happened though

latino elf

i accidentally tweeted something

about yn.

on my main.

superman

hey man, maybe she didn’t see?

beauty queen

yeah she probably didn’t

latino elf

yeah u guys are RIGHT 😅

she DIDN’T SEE IT!!!

beauty queen

mhm

latino elf

you’re being oddly quiet…

beauty queen

sorry????? IM BUSY

latino elf

yeah huh

superman

you’re crazy

latino elf

oh my god i’m gonna throw up

my friend ship is over with her

she messaged meEEE

HELPPPP

superman

MESSAGE HER BACK???

GO GO GO GOOO BRO

latino elf

no i’m leaving her on delivered

beauty queen

i swear to gods if u don’t message her

jason and i WILL jump you 😭😭

superman

exactly!!

latino elf

it was so nice being her friend 🫤

beauty queen

BRO STFU AND READ HER MESSAGE???

latino elf

ok fine

bye…..

IMSG, “Y/N 🦈” July 10th, 2024

y/n 🦈

leo did u mean to tweet that?

leo 🛠️

tweet what 🤨

y/n 🦈

you know what I’m talking about

you’re not stupid

leo 🛠️

you’re crazy

i got hacked by

jason

y/n 🦈

you’re crazier for thinking I’d believe you

so… u did mean to?

leo 🛠️

i don’t want to ruin our friendship

please don’t let this ruin it

you’re my bestest friend

y/n 🦈

gosh let me talk

i thought you didn’t like me

so i never said anything…?

but i like you, leo. i really do

leo 🛠️

oh my god

are you serious

wait i’m going to your dorm

y/n 🦈

what??

Delivered

Leo looked at his phone for a good second and then left it on his bed, unattended. he ran to your residence hall— it didn’t matter to him that it was quite literally on the other side of campus. he needed to hear you say the words he had been waiting to hear since he was fifteen. he’d always had a slight crush on you, mostly off and on.

But during the summer, he had fallen for you even harder than he thought he could. he never thought that he could love someone as much as he loved you. anyway, he was practically dying as he ran to your dorm! his hair was disheveled, and he was panting a bit. he wasn’t sure if he was sweaty because he was nervous, or because he had just ran to get to your dorm.

He knocked on your door three times.

You jumped out of your bed. you felt like throwing up from how nervous you were. you quickly slid on your slippers, and looked in the mirror before you opened the door for him. (making the poor boy wait). you adjusted your hair, making sure it sat right.

You took a deep breath before opening the door. you almost didn’t, but a voice in your head was telling you that you’d be an idiot if you didn’t open the door. your hands gripped the doorknob, and then unlocked it. leo was practically dying because you were taking years to open the stupid door. you finally opened it, getting met by a disheveled-sweaty-flushed leo valdez.

“Hi.” he croaked out, his voice cracking slightly. he felt like he was on fire, literally. he wanted this to be over with! well, no, that’s a lie. he just wanted to be your boyfriend already.

“…Hi.” you answered, your voice was quiet. you had an awkward smile on your face. you were praying that you would just drown at this moment. you’d much rather enjoy that than this.

He cleared his throat, and finally spoke after a long minute of awkward silence. The two looked at each other “I really… really like you. I.. Uh.. You obviously know that already, but I wanna tell you in person?” he said, nodding along with his own words. his hands went to fumble with the hem of his shirt, anxiously waiting for your response.

“I really like you, too.” You replied. you didn’t feel as nervous as anymore when he started to talk. you felt your face getting hotter, and your smile getting bigger. he grinned at you like an idiot.

He thought that he was dreaming when you said you liked him. The start of something. “Really?” He asked, just wanting to hear you say it again. He couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. He thought never in a million years that you’d ever like him! You were totally out of his league. you were so awesome, so pretty, and so sweet.

You nodded again, rolling your eyes. “Yes, really.”

THREE MONTHS LATER… INSTAGRAM!

shark_girl

🎶 let the light in : lana del rey (feat. father john misty)

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shark_girl happy three million years with my boy!!! i love u so so so much leo 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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lava_boy who is that sexy man in the 2nd slide

→ shark_girl idk i found him at the store……

lava_boy we’re literally like this 🤞🏼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

lava_boy te quiero !!

→ shark_girl 🤍🤍

lava_boy ugh why do we literally solo everyone in new rome

→ shark_girl ntm on percabeth !!!!

→ percysbeth 🫡🫡

pipermstealer yeah you’re welcome 🥱

→ supermantaylorsversion i did all the work

→ pipermstealer i gave u the idea

→ lava_boy thank u jason 😒 thank u piper 🙄

→ pipermstealer i hope she leaves u

→ shark_girl woah guys no need to say that

percysbeth i support 🤫 (pls cook for me leo)

→ lava_boy on it 😎

lava_boy

🎶 ivy : frank ocean

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lava_boy I would like to thank poseidon for being a father to my wonderful girlfriend of THREE DECADES 😎

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shark_girl I THOUGHT THAT I WAS DREAMIN’ WHEN U SAID U LOVEEEE MEEE 😭😭😭

→ lava_boy the start of nothin 🦈

shark_girl i’m taylor lautner

→ lava_boy FORREAL

shark_girl hi bf 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

→ lava_boy hello girlfriend.

→ shark_girl 😭😭😭

pipermstealer no because you guys are actually cute

→ lava_boy ACTUALLY cute 🤨

→ pipermstealer what do u want me to say yall are actually ugly

→ shark_girl pipe it down a notch 😔

supermantaylorsversion he’s a romantic now

→ lava_boy erm i’ve always been one get out 🤓

percysbeth no cause yn has actually dressed up as a shark

→ lava_boy send pics or it didn’t happen

→ percysbeth check imsg

→ shark_girl i thought that was PRIVATE

→ lava_boy LMFAOO U LOOKED SO GOOFY

→ shark_girl you’re done….

｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ hello….. first smau done 😎 hopefully u really like this bc i died ten times whilst making it !!! uhmm pls lmk what you thought about it 🥲!!! i was sort of rushing at the end, so umm.. shhh 🤫…. @thelostheroo @amoosarte

also i will have a master list soon….???? (hopefully) and my requests are OPEN! so, plsplsplspls request…. con amor, mo!

#𐙚 graceslcver #₊˚ ⊹ my writings #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x daughter of poseidon #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo x reader #jason grace #piper mclean #percy jackson #pjo fanfic #percy pjo

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🎰♥️💵𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣💵♥️🎰

Pairing: Vendetta! Leon Kennedy x Fem! reader (afab)

Summary: You lost your game of blackjack against Leon, but you can't afford to pay him, so, he comes up with another form of payment.

A/N: I don't know how accurate i made the blackjack game, haven't played in a while.

Tags: Nsfw (Minors do not interact), Gambling, oral (F recieving), unprotected P in V (Don't be like this two, be safe), debt paying sex, older Leon, creampie,

thank @explorevenus for being my beta reader, love u.

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Ah casinos, nothing better for your drunken ass than the smell of whiskey and blood inside of the room, paired with the hypnotic sounds of the machines inside of the casino, and the clinking of glasses and discarded liquor bottles. Sometimes, the table beside you would suddenly become agitated and you would turn around to the men yelling and cursing, throwing punches over an accusation of cheating, or the fact there was no money to pay their debts.

As the dealer came back, you found this time, your game wasn’t against the dealer himself, rather, a man across the table from you. dark brown hair juxtaposed against his ice blue eyes, not lying around it, this man was hot. Sure enough you two were given each other's names through the Dealer, who just in case, ran over the Casino’s rule for the game, Blackjack.

“you two will start with two cards upside down, and set your wagers each” Each of you with different amounts of casino chips, some stacks larger than others depending on the color. “The word hit will give you one more card. Stand, will give you none. double down means you’ll up the wager and get a new card, and surrender means the game is halted and your opponent wins”

Quite simple. you had the opportunity to create four stacks of cards, and pray to the lord, you chose where to place them correctly so that one of the stacks would amount to your total.

“Whoever scores a perfect 21, wins. if none of your stacks amount to 21, the closest one will win”

His voice seemed tired of explaining this, who knows how many times. and the ‘chin’ of the sloth machines rumbled through the room. Both of you nodded, giving room for the dealer to shuffle the cards and throw them upside down towards each of you.

Leon, your opponent was smirking at you the whole time “Good luck Dollface, you’ll need it”, he was rather cocky, taking his cards and laying them down very carefully.

“Sure” you replied back, just taking your time to pick if you would stack them up or divide them, but you decided to keep them separate. Staring at him, wondering how he could be so confident, for all he knew he could get all high numbers and get fucked.

“Mr. Kennedy, your turn”

“hit” a card was slid to him.

Game on. for what felt like eternity you two ordered around the poor dealer, more and more cards slipped into your hands, Leon kept upping the wager over and over again. Like a broken record he repeated “Double up” and added more and more black tokens, he seemed so confident to just keep upping it a hundred at a time, and every time he did, your heart pounded as he reached numbers there was no way in hell you could pay.

You could give up sure, but that would mean paying the absurd amount he was setting up, it almost felt like he was forcing you to keep playing, looking at him, his smirk alone could tell you that he knew you couldn’t pay if you lost, he knew you would be fucked if you lost.

"Double up" Leon said again, almost laughing. Apparently you weren't being so good at hiding your face of absolute horror as he added another Black token to the pile. 

34 black tokens, piled in 3 lines of 10 and one of found. You were in too deep, 3,400 dollars at game here, and you simply couldn't process how the fuck was he so calm.

"Miss" the dealer called you back to reality "you gonna up the wager too?"

His eyebrow lifted, and honestly looked at you with an amount of concern.

"No, i… i stand"

"Very well"

You barely had added any tokens yourself, maybe amounting to 500 dollars, which was still a ridiculous amount. But your gut felt even heavier when you remember that added up, the entire bet was almost 4000.

"Double up" and this time… he added 5 tokens at once.

"YOU'RE ACTUALLY INSANE?! 4,400 DOLLARS?! Down the fucking drain? Are you stupid?" You slammed the table and caused the piles to come crashing down.

"You can't afford it?" His laugh was something that sent shivers down your spine, making you feel warmth inside of you "Because then we can do some arrangements when you loose"

He sounded so confident.

"Ma'am, please sit back down"

The dealer commanded, guiding you into your seat "Stand", you almost immediately barked back, you weren't going to contribute to his stupid little bet.

"Sir?"

"Stand"

Game was over, he seemed rather fascinated at your reaction. And as the dealer turned the cards over, you began to count each stack, 12, 17, 22 and 19.

You had even gone overboard, but as long as he didn't have a 20-21 you'd be ok, you should be, but to your absolute dismay you say how the cards being flipped were telling a completely different story.

17,20,21 and 18.

"Leon kennedy Wins the prize of 4,400 dollars"

The color from your face drained as the realization you had to pay him more than half of a month of your salary hit you, while he stood up and held his hand out.

"Good game doll, you came close"

You took it, shaking and trying to figure out where that money would come from.

"I told you, if you can't pay we maybe can do an arrangement hun"

Your eyes lit up almost instantly as he offered an alternative, quickly standing up and listening to him.

"I noticed how you looked at me" his hand reaching for your hair "and i also noticed how pretty you are" playing around and tangling his fingers in-between the locks.

"How about you keep those 4 thousand and I'll give you the night of your life in exchange?"

You took a good look at him, he was built like a greek god and honestly you saw no problem with the idea of paying him by letting him use you, it even sounded like a reward for you.

"Really?"

"Yes, I don't need more money" he snorted and pulled you closer, whispering into your ear "so?"

"Fuck—" a drowned whimper paired with the thrust of your hips, Leon had you sitting on his desk, legs on his shoulders as he passed his tongue through your clothed cunt.

Debt paying didn't sound so goddamned bad when the form of payment was letting yourself be eaten out by someone to the likes of Leon.

"Fucking dripping" he laughed "all just from my tongue? Fucking slut"

He proceeded to push your panties to the side, enjoying the look of your pussy covered in slick. Pushing his face into you while sucking greedily at your clit.

Your hips rutting into his face, making him groan into your pussy and sending waves of pleasure through your core as the vibration hits you.

You hands on his hair, he lowers his tongue, teasing your entry before pushing it inside of you, making you twitch and let out a moan of his name.

"There go" he laughed against your cunt, pulling away and making you whine in need.

He unbuckled his belt, slipping it off and discarding it to the floor of the office. Snapping open his pants and pulling himself out.

You bit your lip as he stroke the shaft, his tip weeping with precum.

Not even letting you react before he pulled your thighs and dragged you closer, making you gasp before he began to tease your slit with his head.

You made a whimper and gripped harder to the table, so much it'd leave marks on the wood. Leon laughed "how sensitive" lowering to your face before kissing you, prodding your mouth open and getting your tongues to dance and swirl around each other.

Soon enough he directed his cock to your entrance and began to sink inside you, making you moan against his lips.

Stretching you with his dick, he finally pulled away from your lips "taking me so well, right bunny?" You nodded desperately like an idiot, making him laugh.

He began thrusting slowly against you, enjoying the look on your face of pure pleasure with your eyes rolled back.

The little noises spilling from your mouth were like no other music "You enjoying paying i see" he mocked, before suddenly pulling halfway and then slamming right back into you.

The lewd scream you let out, somehow didn't get listened to through the rest of the white house. He dug his fingers in the plush of your thighs as he rammed into your wet cunt.

"Gonna fill you up, nice and good" he grunted "and you'll be a good slut and take it".

It was the fact that you pathetically kept bopping your head and agreeing to his every word that got Leon even more aroused, especially with how tight your walls are squeezing him.

"f-fuck, Leon I'm—" 

"I know pretty girl" you were painfully obvious to read, he reached out a hand and began making circles on top of your swollen clit, chasing your high more than his own, despite being close himself.

And it didn't take long for you to reach orgasm, legs twitching harshly from pleasure.

"That's it, that's a good girl" he muttered, some thrusts later and you could feel him spill inside of you, making you feel this weird pleasure.

He pulled out, and watched with a smirk as his cum spilled out of your pussy.

"Debt paid young lady" he laughed.

Maybe you should lose games more often.

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[lumiconic]

things they remember

❥  summary: things they remember ab u and ur relationship!

❥  characters: diluc ; xiao ; thoma ; cyno ; arataki itto ; albedo ; tighnari ; venti

❥ content: fluff, gn reader

❥ note: just some cute fluff hcs!

… diluc remembers the smell of your hair, the intoxicating scent of apples and grapes that leaves him heady and dizzy, your face presses into his shoulder and his gloved hands twist through strands of your hair in a brief second of serene calm, and he inhales the most wonderful aroma that he wishes he could save forever so that all that clouded his mind was the thought of you, when he thinks back to his quietest, happiest moments, he remembers softness and sugar and apples and you.

… xiao remembers a color that gives him comfort, pearly, iridescent white, like almond tofu, misty opals, like puffs of your breath in the morning cold, the shade of the clouds that surround liyue’s highest peaks as you climbed them with him slowing down to stay with you, a determined smile fixed resolvedly on your face and the way you whooped, your gleeful voice echoing through the mountains when you finally ascended to the top, and your hands clutching his, that shade of hazy white he loves so much.

… thoma remembers the first date you had, a picnic underneath a maple tree with leaves as red as windwheel asters, a bouquet of flowers wrapped with gold ribbons on the cloth. the first time he heard you, really heard you speak after admiring you from afar for so long, and what a beautiful voice you had, what a beautiful smile, how you were so dazzling it almost was blinding. and today he’s recreated the picnic for your fifth anniversary, and you’re still just as beautiful as you were, even more so.

… cyno remembers that your favorite color is blue, that your favorite food is sweets with apples in them, that your favorite flower is padisarahs and your favorite person is him, your birthday, the name of your pet dog, the sound of your voice cheerfully singing out his name, your laughter at a silly one liner he made (and stored a thousand more in his brain to hear that sound again), he remembers the exact shade of your eyes, he remembers the feeling of you in his arms and warmth in his heart.

… itto remembers that you like the taste of sweet melon, one of inazuma’s popular flavorings, and every time he sees anything flavored with it he swipes it off the shelf, never mind how much it costs, and brings it home to you proudly with stars in his eyes. you laugh, try a bite of whatever it is – hard candies or smoothies or macarons – and then pull him into a hug and thank him from the bottom of your heart, and when he kisses you he tastes sweet melon, almost as sweet as you.

… albedo remembers clutching a caterpillar in his palm and crushing it into starry dust before opening it again and revealing a tiny, perfect butterfly that fluttered away in a breeze of silver glitter, your wide eyed look of absolute delight as you begged him to do it again, starstruck by his expertise and wanting nothing more than to see him do a thousand more feats of what looks like sorcery to you, and how you still treat him as though he’s a wonderful magician, a gift from the archons themselves.

… tighnari remembers an odd dream of his that he was lying in a field of flowers, soft cushions of pink and yellow, and he felt weariness drain away as he stared up at the sky with its golden sun, relaxed in the silence for once with responsibilities so far away, and then he blinked awake and found himself with his head in your lap, your fingertips tracing along his forehead, and you smiled down at him and cupped his chin in your palms as you gave him a kiss hello and his face flushed red.

… venti remembers blowing wisps of dandelion fluff off the green straw, watching the white puffs float away on a breeze as he wished, clutching clusters of dandelions to his chest with slender fingers as he bowed his head and prayed to a more powerful god than he that you could be his, that you could see him the way his throat choked up every time he looked at you and was struck silent for once in his life by the power of the love he felt for you, that one day you could reciprocate his longing.

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[brighttears]

heyy bright 😁 so i’ve been realizing that i think most of your fics are Jackson/ after QZ joel (correct me if i’m wrong though, this is just what i think i’m noticing) and i’m wondering what are your thoughts on QZ Joel? would you ever write for him? (^з^)-☆

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description except female sex organs and having hair, no use of y/n

Word count: 9.7k

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), unprotected PiV, dirty talk, pet names (baby, baby girl, sweetheart, angel, good girl), creampie, Joel has a big ol weiner, drinking, mention of violence, blood, mention of prostitution (does not occur, has not occurred in the past), smoking (cigar, cigs briefly), sad!Joel for a minute but happy ending :), Tess doesn’t exist (sorry Tess)

A/n: you are right i’ve been noticing that i lean too much on Jackson so thank u for this request and i’m gonna try not to do that. had no intention of this being this long it just kind of happened lol. i know i didn't explicitly answer your question but i hope this explains some? idk this just came out of me so here it is i hope you enjoy !!!

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Boston is ugly. It’s impossible to breathe a clean breath, impossible to get clean. Joel’s lungs are black and he doesn't smile. He may sleep, but he gets no rest, and you can see it easily in his eyes. The QZ is full of sickness—lying, cheating, stealing, there's no honor here. It's impossible not to have some of it rub off on you. It's almost impossible to see anything past it. Almost.

The first time Joel saw you he felt like a rat stepping onto a glue trap. He hadn’t realized he had stopped to stare until someone bumped into his shoulder, taking him back into the bustling street, and then you’d disappeared and he honestly wasn’t sure if he’d actually seen that beautiful girl or not. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, dropping dreams or ghosts down just to make things interesting. He mostly shook it off. Still, only half believing that you were even real, he’d catch himself scanning around, looking for you out in the streets. And then he saw you again, and again, minding your business somewhere across the street, painting over Firefly logos while under guard’s watch—never somewhere that he could get to. Every time he saw you felt like taking a hit of you, and he always wanted more. Whenever he found himself with too little to do, he’d set out, treating Boston like a maze to find you, slipping around booths and through speakeasies and alleys. Despite how packed Boston is, goddamn, you were hard to find. He was aware that it wasn’t… normal behavior, but that’s as far as he got in caring about that. It was a frustrating hobby, though, like an itch he couldn't scratch, because he didn’t understand what he was feeling, or what he wanted, or who the fuck you thought you were, doing this to him, or how he was going to get himself out of this one. He had to interrogate himself to figure out that what he wanted was for you to need him. 

He wanted you to be with him, never leave his side, never want to leave, and he’d be so good to you, he’d be the knight to your queen. You had him bad, you were driving him crazy. 

You had burrowed your way into his head. It was nice to have something to daydream about, though—your smile, a smile that he gave you, that’d be for him. He’d daydream about you dancing, you’d be twirling with your eyes closed, arms out, all lit up in orange light like evening sun but holier, and he’d reach out and your fingers would brush his and you’d smile with your eyes closed because you wouldn’t have to open them to know that it’s him. And then he’d spin you into his arms, wrap you up, hold you safe. He’d daydream about his hands on your stomach, holding your back against him, your hair on his face. He would dream about you taking his face in your hands, kissing him, loving him, fucking him. He imagined your voice—put together from small bites of ‘overheard’ conversations—telling him you’re his. 

They used to make rings for this shit. Now all you’ve got is metaphors and sex. What a world to love in. 

The problem with all of this, however, is that he wanted to know you already. Joel doesn’t know how to develop this kind of relationship, with anyone, actually, and he cringed at the idea of actually trying to do it. If he did even end up finding you, what the fuck was he supposed to say? He genuinely could not come up with an answer. So, thank god for Robert—never thought he’d be saying that, but on this day only, thank god for his cheap, dumbass tricks, and Joel’s dumbass for agreeing to trade with him, and being ripped off again, because that’s how you met. 

Being the coward he is, Robert had sent a third party to meet with you and him—apparently buying the same product—that somehow thought you wouldn’t check the goods, and then you spent the whole day together hunting that fucker down. You were the one who threw the first punch once you found him, and Joel liked that because he didn’t feel bad for hitting him, too. And then you got your ration cards back, and you came home with him. 

In just those few hours, a bond had formed, and all those days he’d spent looking for you fell away. Cliches were clicking in his head. He offered you his smuggled jungle juice and somewhere to clean off your bloody fist. 

Now, you’re here in his apartment, the door swinging softly shut behind you. Joel stands frozen across the room from you, a knee sticking out, unsure if you can feel the rope of tension between you or if it’s just him. He wants you here and it makes him uncomfortable. Mind blank and swimming at the same time, he’s not sure what to say. When he does, he can’t find the correct conduct, weakly and awkwardly jutting his chin out in a sort of nod. Finding himself unable to speak softly, his cadence is a mess that rolls through almost incoherently. He can’t believe how silly the sentence that came out of him is:

“Have you been lookin’ for me as hard as I’ve been lookin’ for you?”

You shift your weight. “Maybe.”

Joel barely ever has company. To be frank, the few times he’s had women over, it’s been for sex, and the longest they stay is if they fall asleep, and they’re almost always up and gone before he wakes. So, here is a beautiful woman in his apartment, and he wants you, so his first instinct is to get you in bed. That doesn’t feel right though—not because he doesn’t want to fuck you, but because he wants more than that. He doesn’t want a one night stand. He wants to savor you. He wants to know you. He wants you to stay. 

The unfamiliarity and lack of clarity of what to do here frightens him. 

“So you got a rag I can stain?” You break the silence for him, holding your hand to massage your palm with your thumb. 

“Yeah, uh,” Joel walks into the kitchen, flicking his eyes around. He knows what rag you can use but he forgot that it might be too embarrassing to bring out. There are not many options though, he can’t let you use the one clean rag he does have. 

“If you can’t find one it’s alright, I can use my shirt, I just need the sink.”

Joel turns to you, taken off guard, but catches telling details when he looks you up and down. Your jeans are dark so you can’t immediately see that there are brown stains around the ripped knees, and lines of more old blood are swiped over the side of your thigh, which he knows come from wiping off a blade. Realizing that you do in fact live in the same world as him, Joel opens a crooked drawer and pulls out a rag that used to be white but is now mostly brown with dried blood. Without looking at you, he wets the somewhat stiff cloth in the sink and hands it to you.

You barely pause, taking it casually. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He mumbles, hiking up his jeans and trying to covertly watch you wipe away at your hand. A large part of him wants to take your hand in his, wipe and dab at it himself, make sure it’s clean, and then bandage it, slowly and carefully. He wants to take care of you, show you gentleness and kindness, but, no matter how much he wants to be soft and personal, to connect, he seems unable to actually act on it. His face flashes in self depreciation before he instead goes to the floorboards in his bedroom, fishing around for that drink he promised you. 

A smile spreads over your face as he emerges back with the bottle and Joel almost stops dead in his tracks at it, at him, because of him. Well, because of alcohol, but he was the one providing it, at least. 

He trades you the bottle for the rag and you waterfall it while he scrubs drying blood from between his fingers. Your face twists up as you swallow and you laugh. 

While he watches yours, Joel can feel his lip curling up and he asks, “What’s that for?”

“This shit is pure. I’m used to it being watered down.”

“Oh, yeah. Got that from Robert, actually.” He tells you, motioning towards it. “One of the only times he’s been useful.” 

“What are the other times?” You stay smiling.

Joel mindlessly circles the rough cloth over top his hand and looks down when he answers, “Well, today.” Because he brought me to you. These half–admittances are escapees, like his brain can’t help but be truthful with you. No matter how much one side screams ‘danger’ at the other, he needs to do something to make an attachment, he needs you to know that he wants you around, he can’t let you slip away. He can’t get himself to say that last part, though.

You hum and hold the bottle out to him. He swipes the rag over his hand one last time, then tosses it onto the table and takes the bottle, wishing you’d let your lips around it so he could get a taste of you without taking any risks. 

Risks. What is he willing to do for this? For this feeling? How far is he willing to be taken with it? He can barely grasp the ideas behind it. It’s familiar, but what is it? How much does he care about its definition? He swigs. 

“Have you traded with Robert a lot?”

Joel nods as he swallows with a grimace, then elaborates, “You could say that. More like been ripped off by ‘im a lot.”

“So you’re a chump?” You smirk. 

Joel halfheartedly glares at you and you only smirk further. “No. Just desperate. Not a lot of options.” He passes the bottle. 

“So you’re the kind of guy who takes what he can get.” You say before raising it, to your lips now.

He almost chuckles, watching your mouth, “I didn’ take shit, remember?” 

You shrug and hand him back the bottle. “So what are you gonna do with all those ration cards now?”

Joel focuses on being able to tell what of what he’s tasting is the alcohol and what is you. He licks his lips after he swallows. “Don’t know yet… What’re you gonna do?” 

“I was thinking about buying a really expensive coat. Like a mink's fur coat.” Joel gives you a look like he’s not completely sure if you’re being serious or not. “I’m kidding. I’m getting fucking food. I’ve been skipping a meal a day for the last two weeks saving up for what we didn’t get.”

As he hands you the bottle again, the thought of that pangs Joel’s chest. If you stay with me, you’ll never have to do that again. I can provide for you. “I have food.”

You stare at him as you lift the bottle to your lips, and after you swallow, say “I’m not asking for your food.” Your face is straight and voice bristled.

“No, I know,” Joel stammers, “I was just offerin’—”

“I don’t want your food.” You shove the bottle at his chest and cross your arms once he takes it, leaning back a foot.

An offer like that is no longer simple friendliness, but Joel didn’t think about that before he spoke. Intentions mean less than jack shit and social rules are more like laws to live by these days; you probably think he’s trying to bargain for sex. “I’m sorry,” Joel closes his eyes and shakes his head, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Yeah, ok, well, thanks for the drink, I’ll see you around.”

“No, wait, I’m sorry,” he reaches out for your arm, and even though he lets go as soon as he closes his hand around it, it’s enough to scare you away entirely and you rush out of his apartment without looking back, slamming the door shut behind you. He jerks it right back open, holding himself in the doorway with another “Wait,” as he watches you barrel down the hallway and disappear down the stairs. “Fuck.” He whispers. Joel retreats back into his apartment and slams the door behind him, stopping just inside to rub his hand over his forehead. It’s a fair reaction on your part, he just happened to be the 1% of people to make a move like that not intending to harm you. 

This is the exact opposite of what he was going for. His hand slaps to his side as he lets it fall. 

As Joel’s eyes wander over the table, he catches something in his peripheral, and spots two ration cards. They’re not his, they must have fallen out of your pocket. 

Like a shot, Joel snatches them up and is out the door, bounding down the steps and throwing himself out through the front door. He skids to a stop just outside, turning left and right until he spots you still making haste away from his place. “Wait!” He calls out again as he weaves through the street toward you. When you stop and turn to him his hand shoots up, showing you the cards. 

You shoot daggers and as soon as he’s in front of you, bark, “I’m not a fucking prostitute. I’m not gonna fuck you for food.” 

“No, no, count your cards, these aren’t mine, they’re yours. I swear.”

Still glaring, you pull the stack out of your back pocket and flip through them. When you finish, you bite the inside of your cheek, shove them into your pants instead of your pocket, and hold your hand out for your missing two. You’re staring him straight in the eyes as he hands them over and you add them to the rest, and then your expression softens. Joel takes this opportunity to try to have you give him another chance.

“I swear, I didn’t mean any a that like that. I know how it sounded, I wasn’t thinkin’. I’m not lookin’ for anythin’ like that. I swear.”

You chew on your lip for a moment. “Okay. Fine.” You blink and pull at your waistband. 

Joel takes a deep breath, but his relief is short lived. Shit. Now what? I can’t ask her to ‘come back to my place’, and if I ask to walk her home she’ll probably think the same fucking thing. Joel is not used to trying to gain someone's trust. What would convince him? No answer comes. 

Gravel shifts under your foot as you turn more towards him, resting a hand on your hip and cocking your head. Suddenly, Joel feels pressure under your gaze and readjusts his posture, straightening, but struggles with his gaze. The interaction is one of assessing dominance—more of you checking his. Joel grinds his jaw with his eyes focused down on the hand on your hip. This goes against instinct, which would be to puff out his chest, cross his arms, raise his chain to glare down his nose. He is not afraid of you, you’re not trying to threaten him, and he understands what you’re doing and that he needs to convey a level of submitance; he owes it to you now that he’s made you suspect he’s trying to manipulate you into sex. His throat bobs as he swallows his pride, then shifts his eyes back up to yours. When you relax, he lets out a breath and follows. 

“Okay, look,” you begin, “I’m not helpless just because I’m a woman, I can carry my fucking own, you should know that by now, but… I know Robert’s got guys, and I am aware of the risk of being a woman, and I also respect the buddy system. So, walk with me?” It’s your turn to struggle with your gaze, flipping your eyes between his and the ground.

A confetti cannon goes off in Joel’s head. “Alright.” He nods.

“Alright.” You nod back, take a step backwards, then turn back to where you were heading originally. The two of you fall into an even stride, silently focusing on your death stares as you journey through the loud, filthy, reeking streets of the Boston QZ. Joel thinks he spots a couple suspicious characters as you walk and is grateful that he came after you and that you let him walk you home. 

The sky’s blue is beginning to darken and the crowds are dwindling. Curfew is fast approaching, but Joel doesn’t want to ask you how much further, because, for one, he doesn’t want there to be a whiff of doubt that he’s no less than happy to be doing this, and, if it does get to be too late, maybe you’ll let him spend the night. It’s unlikely that you’ll be having sex, but that’s fine; he guesses you’re right, he is the kind of guy who will take what he can get.

“Okay, you’re free to go.” You snap Joel out of his thoughts, pulling out a bit of disappointment that you’re already here. Your building is short and wide, with graffiti littering the bottom and most of the low windows boarded up or taped over with rustling plastic. A burly and sunburnt young man smokes a daring cigarette on the steps and you exchange amicable nods with him.

Joel pauses, looking around and hiking up his pants trivially. The lack of promise that he’ll ever be able to speak to you again stirs anxiety in him and he searches again for the right thing to say. “Alright, well, it was nice to meet you.” He struggles again with some kind of cordial inflection, nodding and clearing his throat.

“You, too. I’ll see you around.” You nod back, then add a reassuring “Okay?”

Joel nods again, staying to watch you go. Once you’re out of sight, he takes a deep breath. The man on the steps spits and eyes Joel, so he leaves, hustling back to make it before curfew. 

Back in his apartment, Joel returns the alcohol back under the floor and his bloody towel into its drawer. He strips his flannel, removes his boots, and lays back on his bed, the setting sun casting a sheet of orange over his body. Pulling his pillow under his head and folding his arms behind it, Joel sighs loudly and shuts his eyes. Today was fucking exhausting, more for his mind than body. It has been the strangest day he’s had in a long time. Laying with his eyes closed, Joel picks through his mind for explanations and answers. What’s happening inside of him? What is he looking for? What happened today? His brow pinches as he wracks and wracks. 

Friend. When the word surfaces it breaks with panic and Joel jolts into a sitting position. Girl–friend. He forgot that that’s even a word. He rubs his face with his hand until he feels like he knows where he is again. What the fuck going on with him? Does he think, what, that he’s gonna take you on a ‘date’? And go where exactly? One of those slimy speakeasies, stay for five minutes until a fight breaks out and/or FEDRA fucking crashes it? Oh, yeah, how about spending the night sitting in opposite cells? That would allow for a lot of alone time, except for the fully armed and immoral guard. He could take you out past the walls, maybe find an abandoned restaurant and hope neither of you get bit or killed while checking it out so that you can sit down on dust caked chairs to clink glasses full of dirt.

That shit isn’t possible. Joel lets himself fall back into the mattress. 

Maybe a quick fuck will do the trick after all. 

But, still with that thought comes a gust of dread as he imagines then seeing you out on the street in the days following and having to avoid eye contact. Well what if you could just keep having sex? And just, hang out, you know, maybe if you could… come to live with him and then that way—fuck. That’s like dating. 

‘Dating’ sounds so stupid, like you’re going to go sit at a diner sipping the same milkshake with two straws. 

Well what if you’re just as fucked up and broken as he is? Would that make it any better? Then he wouldn’t scare you if he gets night terrors because you get them, too, and you’d understand about the violence and bloodshed. Thinking more on it, though, Joel realizes that all that that would really mean is that you probably have the same amount of fucking issues with ‘friends’. 

“Shit.” 

Joel flips to his side, shoving his arm under the pillow again to press his face into it. He’s lost, and fucked. Maybe the answer will come to him in the morning. Probably not, but he’s fucking tired, so let’s just say it will. 

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The morning brings no answers, only more confusion and anxiety. His head has become jumbled in the night and Joel’s not sure about any of it anymore. 

Too close. He doesn’t even know you. You could be one of Robert’s guys, for all he knows. No, that makes no sense. If you were going to rob him you would have already. What else could you want? Jesus, did you drug him? He knows the truth, that he has feelings for you, he just really does not want that to be the case.

But, at the same time, there is the brown haired puppy dog that still lives in him, dreaming up how to get you flowers and how much he likes your hair and your eyes and how you talk. You’re a beautiful person, both in the surface level, physical sense, but also as an individual being. Even though you’ve only known each other for a day, he has seen enough to understand that you are, at least to a level, a safe person. Tulips, he needs to find tulips for you. 

Either way, he just needs to find a way to slow this all the fuck down. 

He shouldn’t get involved with you. You shouldn't get involved with him. He shouldn't trust you. You don't know who he is. He could change for you. You’re gonna get him killed. He’s gonna get you killed. The life he wants with you isn’t possible. He’s the kinda guy who will take what he can get. God, he needs to fuck you at least. Goddamnit, he doesn't want you to think that's all you are to him. Can’t you at least just be friends? What does that even mean? He wishes he never met you. He immediately takes that back. Why is this happening to him? Both sides of him can dig that last one. 

Joel groans and rubs his face with his hands. He stands, stretching his arms up and squeezing his eyes shut against the bright yellow morning light. His arms drop down to scratch at his chest over his sleeveless undershirt. Socked feet sweep over the hardwood floor over to the kitchen where he slaps cold water from the tap onto his face. Noticing wisps of blood still on his hands, he scrubs at them with his nails under the water. He forgot to sign up for any work today because he spent all day yesterday dealing with Robert, and… hanging out with you. 

With another whiney groan, Joel swats the faucet’s handle off and plants his hands on either side of the sink, letting water drip from his nose as he stares into the drain. Hanging out? People do that. He’s seen people just kind of sit around somewhere and talk, not doing deals, but, like, on their porches, sitting on side by side folding chairs. Yeah, people hang out. He imagines himself asking you if you want to ‘hang out’; he’s chewing gum with sunglasses and a backwards hat on, you’re in pigtails and reject him and he kicks rocks on his way home. 

He has had friends before, but it was from traveling in a group, trying to survive, when you kind of have to spend all your time together. There’s little choice and little room to decide if you actually like this person, little time to even actually get to know them, and they die a lot. That’s what he’s used to, and that is not what he wants with you. 

“The fuck am I doin’.” Joel mutters to himself, watching trails of water shine as they trickle down towards the drain. 

Soft, fully brown haired Joel swings his legs on one of his shoulders: “Go out n’ see if she’s around.”

Baggy–eyed, forever frowning Joel digs his fingers into his other shoulder: “If you ever see her again, you better walk the other fuckin’ direction.”

Puppy dog Joel furrows his brow and leans over to look at the other: “She’s a nice girl.”

Morose Joel glares back: “No such fuckin’ thing. An’ if she is, we’ll fuckin’ ruin ‘er.”

“Jesus. You’re paranoid. Can’t you just let us be happy?”

“No such fuckin’ thing.”

Joel smacks his hand to his forehead and pushes away from the sink. He lifts the bottom of his white shirt to rub his face dry and goes to sit back down on his bed to pull on his shoes, grabbing his other flannel and finishing buttoning it as he walks down the hall to exit his apartment building. He’s not sure what he’s doing—not admitting that he’s going to end up heading in the direction of your apartment—but he needs to get out of his head, and the QZ offers plenty of distractions. Here’s one now, as soon as he steps outside—

“Hey friend,” 

Joel whips around to the voice at the corner of his building, a man his size but wiry, with saddle brown skin and an overly genial smile. 

“You look lost.”

Joel narrows his eyes.

“Well, if you’re feelin’ lost—”

“Give me a fuckin’ break.” Joel cuts in. “That shit is meaningless. Hope is dead, jackass.” 

The man’s face instantly falls, disheartened, and he leans his shoulder against the brick. Joel huffs and moves on, shaking his head. That look makes a small part of him remorseful, like a thorn in his side, so he decides to stop at a speakeasy. 

He has to squint against the rising sun as he walks, so he doesn’t catch you until you’re right on him, asking, “Where’re you headed?”

Joel freezes, placing his hand on his brow to shade his eyes to see you smiling. Like remedied, all that anxiety and apprehension rolls off of him like water off a duck's back. “For a drink.” He answers, returning a serene smile. 

“Don’t you have that at home?”

“Yeah, well I jus’… wanted to get outta there.” He shifts out of the suns glare. 

You hum and nod. “I get that. What about my place? I don’t have alcohol, but I do have a cigar.”

Joel’s eyebrows shoot up. “A cigar?”

You nod. “Well they didn’t have any mink coats, so I got the second best thing.” Your mouth twists up into a mischievous smile and you swivel your torso back and forth. When Joel’s lips start to curl, you turn, watching him over your shoulder as you walk until he joins you. 

When the two of you get to your apartment, the young burly man is still on the steps; he winks at Joel as he follows you past, and Joel stares back until the door shuts behind him. Inside, as he follows you up the narrow, winding staircase, he spends the entire five-flight journey to the top floor conflicted about where to let his gaze fall. 

“Alright, this is my floor.” You glance over your shoulder at him then grab the door frame to swing into the tight hallway. “End of the hall.”

Your apartment is much smaller than his, and wide. Cracked, off white paint cries uneven, chipped stripes that reach up to the crown molding. Your bedroom is to the immediate right, a narrow room opened by two glass double doors. At the opposite end is another glass door, tall, that opens up to a fire escape. To his left is your kitchen, which is just the wall lined with cupboards, a sink, and white refrigerator. In front of him, a couch is half visible, the rest hidden behind the corner, under a row of three windows. Like his, the curtains are thin torn pieces of fabric. Just before the corner next to the entrance to your bedroom is a gray folding table with three tan metal folding chairs. Walking in, Joel can see in your room a twin bed with rosy sheets and no headboard, its head shoved in the space between the tall glass door and the wall with a thin pillow and singular white sheet. He hopes you have a bunch of other blankets shoved somewhere he can’t see, because it’s only barely summer anymore. The long wall opposite is taken up mostly by bookcases, which hold some books but mostly by all sorts of other things, including clothes. A ragged chair sits next to it, back facing him. Shoved in between the shelves and the tall glass door is a tall lamp, a thin piece of pink fabric laying over a disfigured shade. The carpet is worn and somewhat cluttered; right next to that chair is a pair of lacy black underwear. Joel rips his eyes away from it back to you in front of him, disappearing around the corner for only a moment before reappearing with a fat, half smoked cigar. You twist it in your fingers with a wide smile, flipping open a Zippo lighter in your other hand. 

“How did you get that?” Joel asks, astonished. He hasn’t seen a cigar in years but has dreamt about smoking one more than once. 

“My friend on the steps outside. Don’t tell anyone, though. Come on,” you nod your head back around the corner and he follows you into a cramped, mellow blue and yellow tiled bathroom. You push out a small broken crank window high up on the wall, pull the door shut behind Joel, and light up the cigar. Leaned against the sink, Joel watches you, very aware of the close quarters. The end of the cigar lights up deep orange and crackles. Your brow is furrowed, Joel can see the hairs of your eyebrows and lashes, a tiny scar in the corner of your eye over the bone of your eye socket. When you pull away, dense smoke snakes out of your mouth. You look down at it as you attempt smoke rings, getting one good one but failing at the rest. When you laugh the rest of the gray puffs out of your mouth. 

“Damn it.” you giggle, and hand the cigar and lighter to Joel.

He has to relight it and watches the flame over the end. He sucks in stale, earthy smog; it tastes ancient, but still has some of that discernable cigar flavor. As it fills his mouth, Joel closes his eyes, leans his head back and moans before opening his mouth to let the smoke leave. His eyes are on you as they open, and yours are half lidded, focused on his mouth, a slight smile on your lips. They slowly crawl back up to his eyes, and you look away. Joel takes another puff and makes a sound to get your attention, attempting rings as well, not doing much better than you did. 

You hold your hands out, “Ok, let me try again.” You take your time and Joel watches your tongue working in awe. You make a good three rings. Smoke puffs out of your mouth again when you smile at him and pass the cigar back. 

Joel focuses his efforts on the rings but keeps his eyes on you watching his mouth. As you do, your smile grows, eyes half lidded again, and you lean your back against the window’s wall, turning your head to see him blow four perfect rings. 

“You’re good at that.” You chuckle, staying on his mouth even after he’s done. He takes another puff. 

“Practice, I guess. Even though it’s been awhile.”

You hum and finally tear your eyes away from his mouth. He offers the cigar but you shake your head, “That thing is nasty, I’m afraid I’ll throw up if I take one more puff. You can keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm. All yours.”

“Thanks.”

“I got it with you in mind, anyway.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. You look like a cigar guy.”

“Well, what did I do to deserve this?” 

Your eyes go back to his mouth. “Nothing, I guess… I knew it’d get you over here.” You look down and smile.

Joel sucks in murky smoke, letting it fill his mouth, and wonders how you taste. He’s never wanted someone's saliva in his mouth so much. He reaches behind him to balance the cigar on your sink to let it extinguish on its own. “I won’t make you watch me smoke that whole thing. I’ll take it home with me.” Turning back, he looks you up and down, admiring you, and says, “Thank you.” Those are another set of words that Joel cringes at, but he means it, and he needs you to know that he is grateful for this. The last gift he got was a box of bullets from Tommy on his birthday—not to say that’s a bad gift, or that he’s ever expecting anything on his birthday, but, you gave him a gift, just because, and it’s a luxury. He can’t believe you’re real, he wants to reach out and touch you just to be sure. 

“Mhm.” You smile, lifting your fist to rest your lip on, laying your other arm over your torso to support your elbow. Joel drifts over the details—the edge of your lip poking out from where it presses on a finger, the muscle and bone structure of your wrist. He fully appreciates the color of your skin as he follows it until its end at what he can see of your collar, how your chest shapes around the position of your arms. He sees you briefly squeeze your arm around yourself and his eyes are on your hips when he hears your foot shift under you and your body moves a little closer to him. 

“Joel?” Your quiet voice brings him back, and you’re blushing.

“Hm?”

Your eyes flutter and you push yourself off from the wall, moving your hand to scratch the back of your head, then face him, though still not looking at him, “Nothing, um, I dunno,” you chuckle nervously. 

“What?” He coaxes, growing a light smile.

You finally look at him, folding your arms over your chest and cocking your head as you ask, “Do you have anything going on today?” 

“No.”

“Me neither.”

Could this be what he thinks? Are you asking him to ‘hang out’?

“Do you wanna… hang out?”

Good lord in heaven, you are. 

“Yeah.” He says, then blinks, shifts, and repeats more enthusiastically, “Yeah.”

“Cool.” You offer a small, twitching smile. “Well, we can get out of this tiny bathroom.”

“I don’t mind it.” The truth suddenly jumps out of Joel and as soon as it’s out, he looks at his feet. Please, please, please, don’t let this be him ruining it, again, because second chances are basically extinct. 

“Why not?” Your tone is light, not angry or affronted. He looks back up, pausing to consider you, how beautiful you are, how much he really does enjoy being this close to you. The more he realizes how few inches are separating you, the more he aches for your body on his. He swallows hard. Is he being sleazy? 

You shift closer and his heart rate picks up. “I mean, I don’t really mind it either.” A light blush blooms over your face and Joel’s lips inadvertently part. When you move closer still, Joel straightens up from the sink, letting his hands rest at his sides, hoping you want them on your hips. “I like being close to you.”

“I wanna be closer.” Joel tells you quietly, then swallows hard again. 

Out of the corner of his eye, while he focuses on your face, Joel sees your hand rising cautiously, then feels it rest on his shoulder. He permits his hands to your hips. 

From there, naturally and easily, you connect. Your lips touch softly when they meet, then promptly conquering more of each other’s, and finally he tastes you, a pure elixir, and hangs onto your lip with his teeth so that he can raise the dose. Joel breathes deeply through his nose as he savors and his hand brushes up your hip, catching under your shirt and pulling it up slowly with it; feeling your skin warm and bare under his touch shoots directly into his veins. You remove your mouth from his to instead purr into his neck and Joel moans, then adds quietly, “Jesus.” You chuckle before refocusing your lips, gently nipping at and skimming over his skin. His hand glides up to the back of your head and he softly moans again. Lazily, Joel allows you to start slowly unbuttoning his flannel, appreciating his contact with your body and your sensitive touch on his neck. The only way he knows he’s not dreaming is because of your pinching teeth. Once his flannel is undone you smooth your hands down the length of his torso, fingers slipping off of him just before his belt, then come back up, slowing on his shoulders for permission to slip the shirt. Joel takes his hands off of you for the three seconds it takes to pull his flannel off, feeling your hot breath on his neck as you pull away with his shifting. Your eyes meet again and Joel’s heart flutters at how large your pupils are. He watches them move down to cross over his shoulders, your hands following your eyes, and then you look back up at him and bite your lip. Like you’ve flicked a switch with this simple movement, Joel takes your mouth with his tongue and grabs your hips to pull against his. Briefly, he regains composure to check, “Is this ok?” and you confirm with a nod back into his lips, slinging your arms around his neck and rolling your hips. “That a girl,” it escapes him, scaring him for only a moment, but you whine an encouraging moan and press yourself into him. The force leans Joel back over the sink and he has to throw a hand back onto it to keep himself steady.

“Shit, ok, this room is too small now.” You chuckle into each other’s lips and then you pull away, keeping a grip on his hand as you turn the knob and take him around the corner into your room. 

Standing just before your bed, you turn back to him and take his face in your hands, sliding your palms over his beard, fingertips on rough skin. They slip into his hair as you bring his face to yours, working back in your welcome tongue. His hands slither around you and then he squeezes you into a hug, relieving his ache for your body, relishing in the pressure of his hold. As you breathe out your head falls back and Joel moves in, licking into a hickey, too absorbed to give a shit about leaving marks. When a hand travels down to your ass and squeezes, you make a sound and hitch your body up. 

“You like that?” Joel purrs, fully loose lipped and glued back on yours. When you ‘mhm’ into his mouth he squeezes again, hiking you up himself. 

“Joel,” his lips force you to mumble.

“What is it, babygirl?”

All you do is whine, but your answer is in the hand that slides between your bodies to cup the stiff bulge between his legs. 

“You want me to fuck you?” He basically growls, sliding the hand up from your ass to grip your side and the other up to your face, stroking his thumb over your cheek and forcing you to meet his eyes. There’s a desperate tweak in your brow that tells him all he needs to know but he waits for you to say it. 

“Yes,” you whimper, and then he walks you back onto your bed, the two of you falling onto it with little pause with mouths and hands. Messily, he licks and nibbles at your lips and paws at your chest. Your hands spread over his thick, bare shoulders and biceps, legs shamelessly widening more than they need to under his hips, then hook and pull when he doesn’t bring them down himself. 

“You’re fuckin’ horny, huh?” He asks with a slight smirk.

“I just want you. I just want you.” You mumble.

Joel’s brow twists up and he kisses you deeper. You want him, you want him, you want him. “I want you so much, baby. God, I need you. I’ve been wantn’ you so bad since the first time I saw you,” the words are doing nothing more than spilling out of him, but he’s gone now, “so beautiful, such a beautiful girl. You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, tugging his shirt up his back. 

Joel pushes himself up to stand on his knees and pull his undershirt up and off, then stays over you, panting. Slowly, mindfully, his hands smooth up your body, hooking his thumbs under your shirt, lifting it. You watch his eyes and lift your arms when his hands ask. He slips your shirt off carefully and lets it fall on the floor, and then you’re bare underneath him. The adoration is palpable in his touch as he smooths his calloused hands from the V of your waist over your belly, splitting to slide over your sides but meeting again on your chest. He pets your breasts, teasing your nipples with fleeting touch, and then suddenly dips his body down to lick and tenderly nip one of your nipples. Then his wet lips drag up your collar, your neck, and back to your lips, and his mouth and tongue are gentle but passionate. Joel cherishes every touch you share. Then, your hands go back down to the bulge under his jeans, one rubbing over the cup while the other tugs at his belt. He chuckles into your lips and then rises again to undo his belt. When you try to tug down your pants you both understand the trouble and Joel hoists his legs over you to stand beside the bed, letting you up with him so that you can both undress as quickly and easily as possible. For a moment all there is is the sound of belts clicking and fabric brushing against skin. For whatever reason, you both start to laugh breathily until reattaching mouths smother it out. You fall back on the bed, your legs back open, and Joel wastes little time getting his hands on his dick, unable to help himself from a few strokes before he positions himself at your entrance, swiping his tip up and down your wet slit. Laying his forearm on the bed allows him to stroke your cheek with his thumb. 

Nearly slurring, Joel asks, “You ready for me baby?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, “I want you, Joel, please,”

“You don’t need to beg, sweetheart, I gothcu,” he kisses you tenderly, but it breaks as he fills you and you both moan. Joel’s forehead rests briefly on your lips when he looks down to watch himself pushing into you, his fingers pinching his base to guide himself, he prizes this picture of him in between your legs, opened wide for him. As he fits his large, stiff member inside of you your fingers comb through and then grip his hair, making him moan. “Goddamnit baby, what a good girl, takin’ me like this. I know it’s a lot. I know.” He assures you as you squeal, toes curling as he plugs you up. Joel swings his head back up, biting his lip as he watches your face, impressed with himself when he sees your pupils almost disappear back into your head. He nips at your lips but your mouth stays open until he stills his cock inside of you. 

You groan, “Oh my god, Joel,”

“Yeah?” He mumbles as he begins to move. You clench around him when you moan and he swears, moving his head down to bite your neck gently as he continues to take himself in and out. He smiles when your hands claw at his back and release his teeth to speak, “Such a good girl for takin’ me like this. You’re a fuckin’ angel.”

“Ok, Joel, I’m good, I’m good, please fuck me,”

Joel growls and links his teeth on your lip again. “Told you darlin’, no need to beg, I’ll give you what you need. How do you want it? You want it hard?”

“I don’t fucking care just fuck me,”

Jesus, if heaven’s real this is what it’ll be. 

Joel trusts your word and starts to fuck you how he wants—deep and hard, pounding your pussy in final satisfaction of the need he’s been pinned with since the moment he saw you. The room is full with the sounds of your moans and skin on skin.

“God, look atchu, pretty girl, god, your pussy’s so fuckin’ tight for me.” The sensation of him bumping your cervix and your cunt enveloping him fully is keeping him going like he’s a quarter operated ride that someone slipped fifty cents into. “That feel good, baby? Huh? Does that feel good?” You slap your hand onto the wall above you to keep your head from hitting it with the force of Joel’s thrust and repeatedly breathe out yeses. Joel groans at how your nails dig into his shoulder. “Tell me, tell me how good it feels,”

“Yes, Joel, it feels so good, you fuck me so good,”

“That’s righ’, baby. Gonna treat you so good. So good. So good baby you feel so good.” Joel leans his head back as bottoms out. When you almost scream, Joel stops, frightened, “Shit, you ok?”

“I’m fine Joel,” you laugh, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. It was—it was good, that felt really good.”

“Oh, alright, I’m sorry, I’m—”

“No, no, I’m fine, Joel it’s good,”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, fuck—ok—” you push Joel up and his heartbeat quickens with anxiety. Unsure, he simply follows your movements, climbing off of you, letting you tug his arm and flopping back on the bed for you to mount him. 

Now sitting up on your knees on top of him, you study him. “You’re so fucking hot, pretty boy.”

A wide smile spreads over Joel’s face, pumping rosy cheeks, and he throws an arm over his eyes modestly. The reaction is spontaneous, Joel being unprepared for such praise. 

“You are!” You giggle, moving his arm and dropping on your elbows to kiss him. One of his hands goes to your hair and he squeezes your hip with the other with eager grip. You rise back up, a line of spit briefly linking you, and your hand trails down over his chest until it comes to his cock, bulging over his stomach. He twitches and breathes out as your hand slides over it and he beholds you above him. 

“Fuck,” you purr when you slip him in. Joel strains his arms down to grip your thighs, breathing out a loud moan. “Shit.”

“Goddamn,” he whispers, then says, “come on, baby, take all of it.” You sit down on him slowly, hands landing over his chest, and he brushes his hands up and down your arms. “Thas’ righ’ baby. So good for me.” Joel moves to your hips, pulling them down and in to start to move inside you, forcing himself to be gentle. Your head flips back as you let out a loud, pornographic moan, and Joel can no longer keep himself reigned in. Gripping your hips, he’s now moving them more than you are, one hand gripping your ass, guiding you to angle down, taking more of him. 

Riding him like a mustang, your fingers skim over his wrists, unable to grasp them. “Fuck,” You whimper, brow twisted up, eyes closed. 

Joel takes his hand off of your ass to grab your face, squishing your cheeks, “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” You moan and obey, he keeps your face in his hand to make sure you stay. “Good girl. Stay with me baby.” He grunts and briefly bits his lips as he begins moving his hips up into you, thrusting his cock even deeper inside of you until he’s bumping your cervix again. You squeak and close your eyes, leaning your head back until he jerks your face, reminding you softly, “Eyes on me.” Your hand slaps on his chest as you adjust your posture, though Joel’s grip stabilizes you enough, holding you in place. He releases your cheeks but keeps his hand on your face, letting his palm and fingers brush over the side of your head as you bounce, his thumb on the back of your neck, supporting your head up when you try to let it fall back. “You’re so beautiful. Bet you look so pretty when you cum.”

“My god, Joel,” you pant, “I knew you would fuck me so good, you’re gonna make me cum,”

Joel’s eyes light up and he inadvertently smirks, “Yeah?” Eagerly, he tells you, “I wanna make you cum, baby, I wanna feel you fuckin’ cum. You’re bein’ such a good girl lettin’ me fuck you so hard like this. God, I wanna make you cum,” His hips bump up into you and he tugs on yours in a tempo that buries him as far as he’ll go inside of you. Prizing his view, Joel notices a bulge, coming and going at a suspiciously similar rhythm as how he’s fucking you, and when he realizes that it’s him, heat spreads through his chest and he only fucks you harder. “Oooooh, baby,” he looks back up at you and your chest and face are flushed. “My angel, look at you. Go ahead and cum on my cock, babygirl, I know you’re ready to.”

Your pipe out desperate moans as you bounce on his cock and your hands shoot up, one twisting your hair behind your head the other on your face, smoothing down over your face and mouth down to massage your breast.

“Does that feel good baby?” He almost whines out the question, desperate for praise, for affirmation that he’s being good for you. 

“Yes, god, fuck me Joel, I need you, oh my god please,” you cry out.

“You gonna cum for me? Cum on my cock like a good girl?”

You close your mouth, whining through sealed lips, then pop them back open to moan almost unrealistically pornographically, but the way your pussy squeezes him proves it unmistakably genuine.  

“Ah, fuck,” Joel lets out loudly as your legs shake and tighten around him, just like your cunt does, and his thrusts are basically out of his control. His mouth falls open and his eyes squeeze shut, almost seeing white, a sweet taste filling his mouth as the euphoric pleasure you provide him trembles to a peak and he groans as he cums in a pussy–drunk frenzy. 

As he comes out of it embarrassment starts to run over him at his gusto, but the look on your face calms it—your brow is furrowed up, eyes closed with your mouth slack like his. Your back is arched with your hands resting on his thighs, panting. 

You let out a loud breath and flip your body back to look at him, smiling, “Shit.” A breathy laugh shakes out of him and you sit back, still with him inside of you. Then you rise up off of him, “Oh, fuck,” you stand, almost tripping, “I gotta go clean myself up. I’ll be right back.” 

Joel basks in the glory of your figure walking away, still fully nude, pattering through your apartment, then disappearing around the corner. He leans back, turning his head to view the sky from the dirty glass door. It’s a picturesque baby blue, dotted with a few puffy white clouds. Fuck the other shoe, if it drops it drops, he just wants to be here right now, with the sun warming his bare chest, nose full of your scent, his lips swollen and dick still wet with your cum. Joel takes a deep breath. Maybe it’s dramatic to say he’d be happy to die here, and it’s not entirely true, but it’s just that he feels content for the first time in fucking years. 

When your padding steps sound again, Joel shifts his upper body up, watching you approach, and then you slip into bed, nudging him so that you can lay side by side facing each other. The top sheet is cast lazily over your bodies and a comfortable silence falls over it. Joel tries to memorize the details of your eyes and admires the way his mouth has plumped your lips. 

Lying in bed with you here in this cramped apartment feels like a dugout, and he wants to go back in time, to any point over the last ten or so years, to tell himself that this is waiting there for him, just to let himself know that it’s gonna be ok. He can’t believe he’s still in Boston.

“Can we stay here for a while?” He asks you. 

You nod, “We still have all day, pretty boy.” Joel smiles and you move to kiss him, long and light. He hooks your lip in his mouth, asking you nearer, and, without breaking the kiss, you lift yourself up, only your chest off of the bed, supporting your body up with your elbow. To hover over him, you reach your hand over to plant next to his head. Joel’s hands slither up your face to the back of your head, assuring your connection. All he wants is your lips.  

“Baby,” He whispers, his voice high. 

“Hm?”

“Nothin’. I dunno.”

You smile, peck another gentle kiss, and then lay back beside him. You shift closer to each other and your legs tangle.

After a couple of still moments, you take a deep breath and address him, worry in your voice, “Joel…”

“What is it?” His brow pinches in concern.

“I’m just worried… maybe I should have waited.” You say quietly, brow slightly furrowed as you gaze into his eyes, raising a loose fist to your lips. 

He pushes his hand out to brush the back of his finger over your wrist, “Why’s that?”

You pause. “Cause… I don’t want… I wasn’t… I wasn’t trying to have… you know, a one night stand. I mean, for this to be a one time thing and then I never see you again.”

Joel’s brow furrows as he assures you, “Me neither, no, no baby, I wanna see you again. I want you to stay. I wanna stay. I wanna know you.”

You uncover your mouth to smile and your eyes twinkle, “You want to know me?”

“Wull… yeah.”

“That’s such a nice thing to say.”

“I mean it.”

“Well, I wanna know you, too.”

Joel’s contentedness pauses. He didn’t think about that part and he’s not sure if he wants you to know him. Yes, desperately, god yes he does, but, no, his soul is covered in soot. You shouldn't, he doesn’t want you to see him, know him, because he’s bad. 

“What’s that face?” You ask.

“What face?” 

“That face you just made. You don’t want me to know you?”

How did you read him like that? He’s not sure which side he should take with this so he says nothing. 

You sigh and blink, then place your hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb once. It’s warm and solid against his skin and flowers bloom in his chest. 

“If I’m gonna let you know me, you gotta let me know you. That’s the deal. I think we’re pretty similar, Joel.” You take another deep breath, “I haven’t had someone in this bed with me in a long time. I haven’t touched someone like this in… forever. I don’t like to let people get this close. I’m letting you get close, though. Because I really, really want to. But part of me really, really, doesn’t. For some reason, I trust you. I hate saying that. But I just do. I really like you, Joel. Maybe you’re gonna break my heart. I decided that that’s ok. I just really want to know you.” Your hand slides down to his neck, over his shoulder, then down to the middle of his sternum. “So, that’s the deal. If I’m gonna let you in, you gotta let me in.”

Joel isn’t sure why there are tears wetting his eyes. He wasn’t ready to be spoken to like this, to be cared about. The longing to hear words like these has long been buried and he never expected any of that to be fulfilled. He blinks the tears back, swallows hard, and murmurs a tender “Ok.” 

Your hand slides back up to caress his cheek. The affection in it floods him and he melts into the bed, eyes falling closed. When he opens them again, it’s like this is all there is; he can’t see anything else except for you, and those pink sheets, and the light behind you coming through the window. 

He can’t help this feeling of safety with you. He smiles. You smile back. 

You can’t make Boston any better, but now, Joel is taking his first clean breath of air, and it smells like you. The world is ugly, but love makes it bearable. And now you’re here, and he’ll wait to tell you, but he figured it out, he’s sure he loves you. 

…Metaphors and sex, sex and metaphors. 

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ravioli shenanigans

harry potter x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k

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a/n: this is a little fake scenario I thought of a few months ago and I wanted to write it here.. the first 2/3 of this kinda sucks ‘cause I wrote it a while ago, but it gets better near the end. and I apologize for how long it takes for them to kiss LMFAO.

Info; Modern AU: Lily and James are alive, and Harry is an only child. Best friends to lovers. I imagined Harry in fourth year, but any year works. 2nd person POV. y/n is muggleborn.

warnings: phones and texting, some swearing, a kiss, and Harry being a teenage boy.

summary: harry is bad at cooking, and flirting.

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It’s summer break. It’s been a week since you got home from school and you’re lying in bed, watching YouTube, when all of a sudden you get a *buzz* from your phone.

You look up to the top of your screen to see:

[Harry: Y/N HELP ME]

Oh also, you were best friends with Harry Potter.

You had been friends since kindergarten when you saw him eating alone at lunch, so you decided to join him.

You walked into the lunchroom one day at school and noticed a boy your age eating alone with an interesting lunchbox, shaped like some sort of trunk.

You had never seen him before now, which was weird to you, but you decided ‘hey, why not make a new friend today?’

“Hello! I’m y/n, what’s your name?” you asked, walking up to the raven-haired boy.

He looked at you for a moment before quickly gathering himself and responding.

“Hi, I'm Harry. Did you need something?”

“No no I don’t need anything, I was just wondering why you’re sitting all alone?”

“Oh,” he replied, “well I guess I just- don’t have any friends to sit with.” he shrugged.

“Well now you do,” you said with a smile.

“Huh?” he questioned with raised eyebrows.

“Now you do. Unless you don’t want to be my friend? I can leave-“

“No no! Please stay, I will be your friend.” he says as the corners of his lips tugged into a smile.

“Oh good! Now-” you said, sitting down next to him. “Do you prefer ham and cheese, or PB&J?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you click the notification to see what the hell he is doing.

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Harry:

Y/N HELP ME

SO BASICALLY MY PARENTS

WANT ME TO MAKE DINNER

TONIGHT BUT I HAVE NO CLUE

HOW TO COOK ANYTHING AND I KNOW

YOURE AMAZINF AT LIKE- FOOD STUFF

SO I NEED YOUR HELP PLEASEEE

Y/N:

HARRY JEEZ

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DYING😭😭

Harry:

ok first of all- I’m the

boy who lived so that’s

not possible. second:

I might as well be dead cuz my

parents will kill me if i don’t

cook something that isn’t dino

nuggets. so will you help me or not?

Y/N:

okay fine, how

about I ask my dad

to buy something from

the store later? does

Cheese ravioli sound good?

Harry:

you are a lifesaver i

LOVW YOU! thank u 🙏🤭

Y/N:

love that candy

Harry:

😐😑😐

Y/N:

no need to blink

at me sir 🤨

Harry:

did you just call me sir 😳

Y/N:

yes.

Harry:

OK anyway- can you

come over at like 5:30

Y/N:

yes sir I will be there 🤫

Harry:

stop calling me that.

seen

——————————————————-

You snorted at his last text and set your phone down onto your nightstand.

Stretching, you get up from your cozy bed and make your way to the living room.

“Hey daaaaad?” You say, dragging out the ‘a’.

He hums in response.

“Could you get some cheese ravioli”

“Sure.” He replies.

“Thanks!” You say before running back into your room and texting Harry again.

-———————Harry————————

Harry:

stop calling me that.

seen

Y/N:

HARRY! he said he will

get some ravioli 🤭🤭

Harry:

brilliant! 😚 so

uhm when you get here

can you like cook it for me..

Y/N:

…babe, you’re seriously that

bad at cooking that you

can’t even boil some

pasta for five minutes??

Harry:

LEAVE ME ALONE😭

so yes you will be cooking it so

i don’t burn my house down

thank you I will see you at

5:30 💗

Y/N:

okay weirdo 🤨

seen

————————————————————————-

The rest of the day leading up to 5:30 was pretty boring.

Harry lived only a few houses down from yours, it was very convenient that he was within walking distance.

When you found out he didn’t live far, you were very happy, and you were surprised when you both found out you were both attending Hogwarts.

-flashback to finding out you were both wizards/witches.-

“Come on mum! I swear I just saw someone else do it, you just have to walk through this… wall.” You said to your mother with a mixture of confidence and uncertainty in your voice.

“Oh alright, but if I run into a solid brick wall, you’re making pancakes tonight.” she responded to you nervously.

The whole car ride to kings cross, you were sad that you couldn’t tell your best friend, Harry, that you were a witch.

-flashback-

“I’m going to this new boarding school, but I promise I’ll see you during summer!” You told him one day at recess.

“Oh that’s alright, I’m going to one too,” he replied.

“Oh good, I didn’t wanna leave you all alone here sad by yourself” you responded, smirking.

“Shove off Y/N,” he chuckled.

“Hey Harry?“

“Hm?”

“Promise me you’ll visit over the summer, alright?”

“Of course!” He said with a smile.

——back to kings cross——-

You grabbed her hand and dragged her along with you through the brick wall. You both expected to CRASH, so when you didn’t feel your faces slamming against it, you were shocked to say the least.

You open your eyes to see many families saying goodbye to their children, the latter of whom were pushing away kisses on cheeks.

You stare open mouthed at the sight before you: a beautiful scarlet train, people with trolleys running around everywhere. It was truly, magical.

“Whoa.” you said in awe.

—-timeskip to sorting—

“Bones, Susan” Professor McGonagall called out.

A little girl walked up to the sorting stool and sat down slightly shaking.

“HUFFLEPUFF!” The sorting hat announced a moment later.

She got up smiling and skipped over to the Hufflepuff table where every house member was clapping.

“Potter, Harry”

You froze and your smile faltered.

No way, you must’ve heard wrong right? or- there could be so many other people with the last name ‘Potter’ and first name ‘Harry’, there’s no way-

You let out a small gasp. Your eyes widen as you see that familiar color of raven hair walk up to the sorting stool.

Many others gasp with you, which you didn’t understand why. Do they know him too? I thought I was one of his only friends?

Anyway- you watch as he looks around the room anxiously waiting for the sorting hat to make its decision, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone (including yourself; he didn’t know you were there).

After a few minutes, the sorting hat called out “GRYFFINDOR!” and the whole gryffindor table applauded.

“We got potter! We got potter!” You hear two boys chant in unison at the table.

You continue to stand in shock as you process what you just discovered, you almost didn’t hear Professor McGonagall call out-

“L/N, Y/N”

Your eyes widen even more (if that’s even possible) as you make your way up to the sorting stool. You’re trembling.

You sit down, and immediately look to the gryffindor table to search for those familiar emerald eyes.

Once you and Harry lock eyes, his eyes widen with his eyebrows raising to the roof.

“Oh my gosh! What!” he mouths in your direction.

“I know right!” you mouth back to him.

After another moment, you and everyone in the great hall hears very loudly: “GRYFFINDOR!”

You smile big and make your way next to the only person you know—

“Y/N! Why didn’t you tell me you were going to hogwarts?” Harry asked you.

“Professor McGonagall told me I can’t tell anyone!” You replied.

“Right, forgot about that,” he said smiling.

Suddenly a boy across from you talk to you. “Hello! I’m Ron Weasley” he says smiling.

“Hi, im Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.” You reply.

You take a moment to let everything sink in.

You are a witch, woah.

Your best friend is a wizard, woah!

You go to the same school, woah.

Could life get any better?

—-end of flashback—-

After waiting for what felt like an eternity, you hear your father's car pull into your driveway.

You check the time [5:24] your eyes widen as you jump up from your bed and start getting dressed.

[5:26] You run out of your room and into the kitchen where your father has already placed the bag of ravioli on the counter.

“Thanks, dad! I’m going to Harry’s house for dinner, is that alright?” you call out to your father.

“Okay sounds good. And make sure you use protection—“

“Ew, dad! Gross.” you reply with a fake gag.

Your father loves teasing you about ANY boy you are friends with/talk to, and usually it’s Harry.

You grab the bag of ravioli and walk out the door. You quickly tie up your hair (if you can) and start your walk to his house.

It only takes about 3 minutes. You check the time while you walk up to his front door: [5:31] ‘okay, I’m not too late’ you think.

You open the door and put the bag of ravioli on the counter. Harry was home alone today since his parents went to some event you don’t remember.

“Honey, I’m home!” you call towards his room.

You don’t hear a response, so you kick your shoes off and decide to sit down at the kitchen island to wait.

You hear footsteps walking towards the kitchen as you look up from your phone.

“You’re late,” Harry tells you as he walks over to the island and picks up the bag of ravioli, examining it.

“Only by like, one minute,” you say, playfully rolling your eyes.

You look at him as he sighs very dramatically. He’s wearing black sweatpants, a white t-shirt and his hair is as messy as ever.

“Still technically late,” he says jokingly.

“Whatever. Anyways, when are they going to be home? Your parents, I mean,” you ask him.

“Uhh I think six. I thought thirty minutes would be enough time to set the table and make the ravioli. Was I right?” he says.

“Yeah that should be good,” you say.

You get up from the stool you were sitting on and make your way to the pots and pans. You come over to his house a lot, so you knew where everything was already.

You grab a pot and place it on the stove.

Looking behind you to see what Harry is doing (which should be setting the table), you see him just staring at you..?

“Harry, are you alright?” you ask him, “Unless you’re dying—which I highly doubt—could you start setting the table?”

“Oh uhm- yes ma’am.” he responds.

His eyes widen at what he just said but continues to wipe down the table.

Once you got the water boiling, you called Harry over to the stove to. . . Give him a ravioli tutorial.

“So first, when you put the pasta in, be CAREFUL—obviously—“ you say as you put the ravioli into the pot. “Then you wait.”

“Oh,” Harry said, “That looks easy.”

“Yes, which is why I don’t understand why you can’t do it yourself,” you say, turning to him with a raised eyebrow.

He only shrugs with a cheeky grin before he turns away to get drinks.

You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, then turned back to the ravioli to finish cooking.

Once you both had the table set, ravioli cooked, and cleaned up from dinner making (which was not a lot), now all you had to do was wait for Harry’s parents to return home.

You both sat on the couch and went on your phones. Harry went to Twitter, while you went to TikTok.

As you were scrolling, you saw an edit of your celebrity crush. You made a squeal like noise and turned the phone to Harry.

“LOOK!” you say while giggling “OH MY G—“

“Yeah yeah,” he said, looking at you with concern. “You alright?”

You smile, “mhmmmm,”

Just as Harry was about to go back to his screen, you both hear a car pull into the driveway.

Looking at each other in alarm, you both jump up and sprint to the dining table.

Just as you both sat down, Lily and James entered and were hanging their jackets on their coat rack.

“I smell dinner!” You hear James sing into the house.

“And nothing burned!” Lily chimed in.

They both walk into the dining room and see you and Harry sitting down, apparently awaiting their arrival.

“We have a guest I see,” Lily says, smiling at you.

“As if I’m not always here,” you respond with a chuckle as you watch the both of them sit down.

“Looks good, Harry,” James says, looking at the perfectly good ravioli sitting on his plate.

“Thanks,” Harry grinned, sparing you an apologetic glance when James wasn’t looking.

You smile at him, nod, and mouth “you’re good,”

He smiles and looks back at his parents, as everybody starts to eat.

After dinner, you and Harry start to clean up.

“Hey Y/N?” he says, grabbing a plate and drying it with a towel.

“Hm?” you hum in response.

“Can you sleep over tonight?” he asks you.

“Oh uhm- yeah I mean, I probably can, I’ll just have to check with my parents.”

“Cool,” he says, giving you a smile.

You smile back at him. You two eventually finish cleaning up and you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

Sitting down on the closed toilet, you open your phone and message your parents.

————————Family————————

Dad:

Sounds good.

seen

Y/N:

Hey, is it okay if

I sleepover at Harry’s tonight?

Mum:

Of course. Just make sure

you get home safe and

at a reasonable hour. Love you.

Y/N:

Thanks! Love ya.

Dad:

Make sure to use protection!

Y/N:

Ugh, gross.

————————————————————

You roll your eyes before leaving the bathroom. You open the door to see Harry.

“What did they say?” he asks you eagerly.

“They said it’s fine,” you grin as he punches the air in triumph.

“Yes! Youu cann sleepoover!” he says in a sing-songy voice.

You laugh and follow Harry to his room. It was a bit messy, but since you always complain about how messy it usually is, Harry tries to keep it neat.

“I didn't bring pajamas,” you remember.

“You can wear some of mine,” Harry says, looking through his dresser and pulling out some flannel pants and a band t-shirt.

“Thanks,” you take them from him and walk to the bathroom to change.

After you’re done, you walk back to Harry’s room. You open the door to his room and—

“Jeez!” said Harry.

He was currently shirtless, holding the shirt he was about to put on, to his chest, covering what he could.

“How’d you change that fast?!” he asked.

“I was fast because I don’t check myself out before putting my shirt back on,” you joke, rolling your eyes playfully.

Harry went red. “I don’t do that..”

“Sure,” you walk over to his bed and sit down. “And I don’t care if you don’t have a shirt on, no need to be embarrassed.”

He turned to you and narrowed his eyes. “Or, you want to see me shirtless!”

“No,” you say, hoping you’re not blushing. “I just don’t care. Meanwhile, I do care if you see me without a shirt.”

He tugs his shirt on and sits beside you. “I do too, ‘cause that’s traumatizing,”

“Rude,” you say.

He looked confused for a moment before realizing, “No! Not because you look bad, just because it would be all panicky and I would run away and you would scream— what?”

You’re laughing. “I’m kidding, I know what you mean.”

He pushed your shoulder with his. “You suck,”

You stop laughing and look at each other for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“I don’t!” you manage through a laugh, “I’m a virgin!”

You and Harry were laughing even harder now.

“You don’t act like one,” Harry said, holding his stomach.

“Well, you do,” you catch your breath, still grinning.

“At least I’ve had my first kiss,” he says.

You glare at him. “Yeah, it was with me! In first grade, you twat,” you flick him on the side of the head. “So technically I’ve had mine, too… but I don’t like to count that one.”

He has a look of mock offense on his face. “Why not? Am I not good enough?” he sighs dramatically.

“Oh, shut up,” you smile with a playful roll of your eyes, and push him.

He looks at you, then gets up and walks to his desk. “Let’s watch a movie,”

A jolt of excitement shoots through you. “Oooh! Can I pick?” you ask.

He carried his laptop from his desk to the bed. He opened it and thought for a second. “Sure,”

“Thanks!” you give him a quick peck on the cheek and take the laptop onto your lap to look for your movie.

He blushes. You take no notice.

“Got it,” you say.

“What movie?” he asks.

“Captain Marvel.” you say as you both scoot into a more comfortable position.

You’re now lying on his bed, Harry next to you, arms pressed against one another.

“D’you want snacks?” he asks.

“I’m not hungry,” you say, “and I already brushed my teeth earlier,”

“Okay,” he pulls the blanket up to your torso and plays the movie. “I did too, but just wanted to check.”

You lean your head onto his shoulder. He leans his head onto yours.

Throughout the movie, you’d glance at him. A few times he was normal, but usually he looked deep in thought, maybe even contemplating something.

Halfway through the movie, Harry paused the movie and spoke up.

“Thanks for being here,” he says, barely above a whisper.

“‘Course,” you say, “thanks for having me,”

“No, I mean… thank you for being here, like, in my life.” he looks at you.

You look at him. Harry never usually talks seriously with you, this was different, but you didn’t mind.

“I could thank you for the same thing,” you say, “you mean a lot to me, honest.”

Harry closes the laptop, moves it from the bed, then hesitates. “Can I tell you something?”

You look at the now closed laptop, then back at Harry. “Of course,” you assure him.

“Promise you won’t get mad?” he says.

Sigh. “Promise.”

He took one of your hands into both of his and began to play with your fingers, looking down, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

After a minute or two, he said it.

“I like you,”

You knew this was coming. In fact, you had been waiting, hoping for it.

You try your best not to smile.

“I like you too,” you look away from your hands and into his eyes. He was looking at you tentatively.

“You know what I mean when I say ‘like’… right?”

“I do,” you nod.

He scans your face for any sign of a lie. When he finds none, he asks you a question.

“Is this going to ruin our friendship?”

“If you don’t want it to, then no,” you smile.

“I don’t,” he says. Somehow Harry had slipped his hand all the way into yours, and you were now holding hands.

“I know,” you say.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurts out, going red.

“I don’t know, can you?” you tease him softly.

His face relaxed, and he let out a breathy laugh. “May I kiss you?”

“You may.” you say.

He looks in your eyes, then at your lips. The hand that wasn’t holding yours came up to rest on your cheek, softly holding the side of your face.

Your eyes flutter shut as your lips meet. You could practically feel the Sparks Fly.

Your empty hand reached up to the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

The taste of him was perfect. You could feel the love he was putting into this kiss; it meant everything to him.

The way he gently strokes your cheek with his thumb sends butterflies to your heart. And when you notice how gently he's holding you, you truly realize how much you mean to him.

You knew he was your best friend, and you knew you loved each other, but you never thought your love would end up like this.

You could’ve been there for seconds, minutes, or hours, you didn’t know and you didn’t particularly care. You cherished every moment of it.

You were the first to pull away for air. You open your eyes and see him looking at you like you were brand new. Like he could never get enough of you.

“Wow,” he says.

You look at him for a second before bursting into laughter. You tried not to, but he looked too cute, and the “Wow” set you off completely.

He laughs with you, still holding your hand.

“We’re so fucking stupid,” you say through your laughs, leaning into him.

“That, we are.” he says, holding you.

The night continued with kiss after kiss, each one as good as the last, and ended with Harry holding you in his arms.

Best sleepover ever. you think.

#harry james potter x reader #harry potter x reader #harry james potter #harry potter fluff #harry james potter fluff #harry potter imagine #harry potter x fem!reader

[strzlun]

HEAT WAVES

// lee heeseung //

pairing: heeseung x childhood friend!femreader (ft. Park Sunghoon)

word count- 2.5k

genre/cw- fluff, angsty(?), reader in established relationship(no cheating happens!!!), a kiss, heeseung going through it, mentions of sweating

summary- Heeseung experiences a heat wave, just not in the way you would expect

________________________________________________________

The summer heat was finally getting to Heeseung in his apartment, his ac broken and in no way of having it repaired anytime soon seemed like his downfall was finally happening.

Heeseung stumbled throughout his apartment turning on all the fans he bought to make sure he doesn’t overheat like his phone. With the summer heat, what made it worse was the supposed heat wave making its way towards the area, just in time when he had no ac.

Thankfully to Heeseung, his friends which included you, his childhood friend, had all decided to go to the beach when the heat waves strikes. They all knew Heeseung was currently without no ac and they wanted to make sure Heeseung makes it through the rest of the summer.

So the day before the heat wave struck and before the beach trip with his friends, Heeseung laid on his bed, a fan directly facing him blaring as much air as it could. He tried so hard to fall asleep but he couldn’t, the heat in his apartment made him uncomfortable. The sweat trickling down his body made him want to burn his apartment to the ground.

He groaned, grabbing his pillow and squishing his head in between his mattress and pillow to have at least some sort of coldness hit him. The heat wave hasn’t even struck and yet here he was suffering, this was going to be a long summer for him.

Heeseung opened his eyes and immediately sat up and stared at his surroundings, confused to where he was. He was surrounded by a meadow of flowers, large mountains in the distance with the beautiful sun setting.

When he looked upon himself he gasped, he was in a white silk button up, sleeves hanging loosely while being tucked in black trousers, it seemed as if he was a prince.

Before Heeseung could dwell more on his outfit, he heard rustling behind him, he quickly turned and felt his soul jump out of his body. His heart pounding against his chest, his eyes widening as if they would pop.

But what bothered him the most was the sensation of heat rising to his face. There were no thoughts running through his mind, other than you who faced him with a warm smile as you admired him.

“Hello Heeseung”

Heeseung had no words, he was in utter shock. He used to have these dreams back then as the two of you grew older being next door neighbors. Way before you started your relationship with his close friend, your boyfriend. Park Sunghoon.

When you announced your relationship, he forced himself to get rid of these dreams, in respect of his friend’s relationship. But he wondered what caused these dreams to come up again, especially after months of suppressing them.

“You look very handsome this evening” You giggled as you admired him, he always managed to take your breath away

“U-uh thank you, you look very beautiful as well” Heeseung wasn’t lying, you wore a white gown, sleeves stopping mid way, with a lace train that flowed behind you, you looked like a princess

You wore a simplistic gold necklace, having the letter H engraved onto it. Heeseung noticed the necklace and his heart dropped, it was the same necklace Sunghoon gifted you.

Yet, instead of the S it was supposed to have for Sunghoon’s name. You had a H, representing for Heeseung. 

His heart couldn’t stop. Heeseung didn’t know what took over him but he was in a trance of you, he felt himself drawn to you.

“Are you okay heeseung? You’ve been staring for quiet a while” Your voice was soft, Heeseung felt the world stopping with how you looked at him

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to” His voice was getting caught in his throat, he knew you were beautiful but seeing you in this moment, it did something to him

“It’s okay, I’m glad my boyfriend is admiring me, just like how I admire him”

Heeseung froze, boyfriend? He looked around trying to see if Sunghoon would appear out of no where, but he never did. When you mentioned your boyfriend, you meant Heeseung.

When he looked back in your direction, he noticed you disappeared, his eyes wander around trying to find you. But he was met with your arms wrapping around him from behind, voice muttering out ‘do you mind?’

Heeseung’s mind went crazy, he hadn’t remembered the last time you had hugged him. You still hugged him every now and then but it was always brief. You only hugged your boyfriend like this, and Heeseung knew he wasn’t him.

He wasn’t your boyfriend, Sunghoon is your boyfriend.

You and Sunghoon were the ones together, not you and him. Just what sick game was his mind playing on him, making his dreams surround about you all over again.

Even as a dream, this was too realistic for his liking, he didn’t like how he felt the thumping of his heart whenever you looked at him, he didn’t like the nervous feeling he got when you hugged him.

When you pulled your arms away from him, this was enough for him to snap back into the reality of his dream, Heeseung turned around and faced you to see you already looking at him.

He didn’t know what the feeling was surrounding the two of you but he knew it was strong. Heeseung saw the way your eyes stared at him, he could feel the emotion pouring from your eyes as you looked at him.

He felt loved.

Was this what it felt like to be in love you? Was this what Sunghoon experienced with you? Was this what you felt when you’re with Sunghoon?

Heeseung felt sick suddenly, the love was so pure from you. He didn’t want to admit, feeling wrong for even experiencing this, but it felt so nice.

You made Heeseung feel happy and loved in this short period. Sunghoon was the luckiest person in the world, he’s able to experience this all with you in reality.

With a sudden gush that came over Heeseung, he didn’t know what he was doing. His body moving on its own, throwing his morality, loyalty and rationality out the window.

Heeseung cupped your cheeks, he looked into your eyes as you smiled in his hands. He wanted to melt.

You knew what Heeseung wanted and you didn’t hesitate to give it to him, you placed a soft kiss on his lips, placing your arms around him to deepen the kiss.

Heeseung was stunned but let himself fade into the abyss of you, he knew it was wrong, you were Sunghoon’s girlfriend but the kiss felt so right.

In this dream of his, you and him were together. He was yours and you were his.

Heeseung felt selfish but he never wanted it to end. He felt you giggling against the kiss, and he couldn’t help but smile when he heard you.

He didn’t know what came over him but he wanted to hear your giggled for the rest of his life. He want to be the reason that you laugh, giggle, smile.

He wanted to be the reason why you felt so loved.

When the two of your pulled apart, you both breathed heavily for air. Heeseung looked at you as you gave him the same smile you always gave Sunghoon, but it wasn’t for Sunghoon. It was for him.

‘Sometimes all i think about it you’

“I never want to wake up from this dream” Heeseung spoke only truth, he never wanted to leave this moment, he was happy

‘Late nights in the middle of June’

You smiled, admiring him. Heeseung felt like he was on fire, it was like he was experiencing a heat wave of emotions.

‘Heat waves been faking me out’

“Heeseung” It didn’t sound like a question, it sounded rather like a statement

“Yes?”

Heeseung felt unease settle in when there was a change in mood. The way you looked at him caused his heart to beat rapidly.

‘Heat waves been faking me out’

“Wake up” Heeseung scrunched his face in confusion when suddenly he felt a sensation of him being lightly shaken awake

Heeseung’s mind went blank, the dream faded away to be apart of his memory and now desire. He opened his eyes, his breathing heavy and his vision adjusting to the person he faced.

You looked at him with worry and shock, seeing the way Heeseung was sweating excessively, you knew his ac was broken but still, he stared at you with wide eyes trying to adjust to his surrounding.

“Heeseung are you okay?”

‘Sometimes all I think about is you’

When Heeseung sat up on his bed, he saw you taking a seat in the corner of his bed. The worried expression you had made Heeseung sick to his stomach. He felt his heart starts to beat like crazy.

Heeseung chanted in his mind that this couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t. His mind was running in laps as he looked at you, a new urge, desire crawled into his heart and mind now seeing you.

“Oh love, you woke him up” Sunghoon walked into Heeseung room, noticing you had woken up Heeseung for the planned out beach day

Heeseung moved his eyes to look at Sunghoon and he felt his heart drop. Park Sunghoon, your actual lover in reality and not in some dream like him.

“Yeah I did, but he’s seems out of it right now, I think he had a bad dream” You responded to Sunghoon who worriedly looked at his friend as he made his way to your side

“You alright heeseung? What happened?”

Heeseung felt like he was going through the worst breakup of his life and he wasn’t even in a relationship to begin with. He didn’t know what to do in that moment, he felt all sweaty and sticky, the faint wind of the fan hitting him.

The faint wind wasn’t enough for him to be brought back to reality, to be able to respond to the worried couple in front of him.

“Come on! We don’t have all day! The heat wave is already starting and Heeseung still has no ac!” Sunoo voice shouted from the living room of Heeseung’s apartment

They were all gathered in Heeseung’s no ac apartment, waiting for him to join them in the escape of going to the beach.

“Yeah, just had some dream” That was all Heeseung was able to mutter out for the couple, he gave a strained smile before tapping the back of his hand against his sweaty neck

“You sure Heeseung? Maybe you’re experiencing a heat wave” You tilted your head, you were worried about your childhood friend

Oh yeah Heeseung was experiencing a heat wave but instead of it actually happening because of the heat. It was happening because of you.

He was experiencing a heat wave of emotions because of you and he didn’t know what to do.

“I’m fine, you heard Sunoo. I’ll get ready and meet you guys in the living room” Heeseung tried to reassure you and you could only and nod your head, you took his word for it

“Don’t take too long, you can’t bring us down to experience a heat wave like you” Sunghoon joked causing you to giggle at the remark, you rolled your eyes before getting off the corner of Heeseung’s bed

“Oh trust me, you don’t to experience this” Heeseung scoffed, he knew his words had a double meaning, but he also knew Sunghoon didn’t have to worry about experiencing this type of heat wave

He had you after all. Sunghoon didn’t have to worry or feel what it was like to be drowned in you and not be saved.

Heeseung already missed you but it struck him worse knowing you were never his. You were only his in a dream. When in reality, you were just his childhood friend who was already in a happy, loving relationship with Park Sunghoon. Someone who clearly was not him.

Heeseung looked at you and Sunghoon’s fading figures and he saw the way your eyes sparkled as you excitedly talked to Sunghoon, who had such a soft smile and love pouring out of his eyes as he stared at you.

Heeseung knew he was in for a rough summer. He was going to experience heat waves nonstop, both literal by the summer heat with no ac and figuratively by the emotions you stirred up in him. He’s stuck having to experience all the types of heat waves for the rest of the summer.

#enhypen #heeseung #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #heeseung imagines #park sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #park sunghoon x reader #heat waves #enhypen writer #sunghoon #enhypen fic #enhypen oneshots #heeseung x reader #heeseung fic

[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

morning breakfast

pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader word count: 698 warnings: smut, oral sex AO3 A/N: request - Hi there;) I wanna request a smut of tae when he is addicted to eating up the reader like she is just sitting, Reading, or even sleeping and he is between her legs. Thank u and please tell me if you accept my request.♡ Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

There were many sides to Taehyung that you loved and adored as you got to know throughout your relationship:

adorable; serious; crackhead; sentimental; angry; horny; and many more to count.

But if you had to pick a favorite - first of all it would be impossible but let's imagine that you had a gun to your head in that scenario - it would be the side of him that absolutely loved to eat you out.

You know how babies love to be between their mothers' breasts? Taehyung was like that but between your thighs.

And he very rarely expected you to return the favor, which is always a plus because if you had to go down on him as much as he went on you, you're not sure you would have knees anymore.

And this need of his showed up whenever it damn wanted, it didn't matter the circumstances:

reading a book or watching tv? he was bored or simply just missed you;

taking a shower or bath? you need to economize water to help save the planet;

preparing lunch or dinner? well, now you're an appetizer;

celebrating at a restaurant with his friends? five minutes later you're in the bathroom with your panties in your mouth so you'll be quiet;

busy with work? a break is always necessary so nobody goes insane;

going to the cinema? it's before and after the movie, unless the room is empty then it's in the middle as well;

waking up before going to work? it's the best way to start the day and to make sure you both have a good day (his words);

before going to sleep? he needs it to have good dreams (again, his words).

He was like an addict, always looking for his next fix.

And Lord have mercy on your legs whenever he had the day off.

So as you were lying in bed, eyes closed because you had just woke up but didn't want to get out of bed yet, you knew it would only be a matter of time before the man sleeping soundly next to you woke up with a need to have breakfast in bed.

You were almost falling back to sleep when you suddenly felt a shift beside you. You felt his lips on your neck and his hand on your breast - he did this to guarantee that you were actually asleep.

Satisfied, Tae gently made you lay on your back, continuing to spray gentle barely-there kisses on his way down to his prized possession.

Once he was situated between your legs he took off your underwear, throwing them somewhere behind him. Lifting your legs onto his shoulders Taehyung started to spread pecks and bites from your ankle up to your thigh.

He had barely done anything and yet you were already soaked for him.

As his fingers teased your entrance his lips met your clit, sucking hard on it and making your back arch.

Taehyung moaned against you, causing vibrations to spread through you, your hands flew to his head and pulled him closer. His name falling off your lips in the form of trembling breaths and whimpers.

Like usual, you couldn't think of anything other than the sensation of his mouth licking and sucking your wetness.

"You taste so good baby" he grunted as he slipped two fingers into you and moved back to lick your sensitive spot.

As your high was approaching you started to grind against his face. You didn't need to warn him, he could tell from the way you clenched around his fingers.

You kept calling for his name, moans, and whines continuously falling from you. Your orgasm overtaking your body with each passing second, your knees felt weak and the grip on his hair losing strength.

After making sure to lap up your juices, making extra sure that you were clean and that not a drop had gone to waste, Taehyung got up from his position, gently taking your face in his hands and spreading kisses throughout before finally crashing your lips together.

How gentle he was with you, every time, after being no different than a starved man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

"Good morning baby"

#bts #bts fanfic #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung fanfic

[silverstzrs]

His Universe pt2

Angst,mention of accident,broken limp,driving late in the middle of the night, drinking and driving

Oneshot of Gojo Satoru x reader

WC: 1.7 k

It's your birthday today, you had hoped to wake up next to your boyfriend, Satoru, but upon waking up you find the other side of your shared bed empty. You thought he may have woken to surprise you with breakfast.

You took a quick shower and dressed up on a simple yet elegant black dress, it compliments your curves too you hope that Satoru would be head over heels with the silt of the side of the dress showing off your thighs.

You head towards the kitchen hoping you'd see Satoru, but he wasn't present, you looked around for him, but it felt like finding a needle in hay, calling for his name to get no response. " toru? are you there?" you kept calling to again no response.

Feeling defeated, you went back to the kitchen assuming he left you alone for your special day. You can't help but feel disappointed, you wanted to spend the whole day with him, you even took a day off from work, just for him to disappear. Sighing you opened the refrigerator to get milk to pair with your cereal, closing the refrigerator, you see a new sticky note on it,

"Sorry sunshine, I have to get to work its urgent ly :) -toru" was written on it, Satoru and you would often leave sticky notes for each other on the refrigerator door so it was not surprising to you, but you can't help but wonder what's so important he would leave you alone on your birthday. You can't help but think he may have forgotten, alike last year.

After having breakfast, it was 11 am ish has you picked up your phone, looking at the texts you've been getting. Texts from Suguru, Shoko, Nanami was sent to you, but you've not seen one from your lover, Satoru. You think he was too busy, so you pushed away the thought of him forgetting, you shouldn't jump to conclusions.

You ended up replying to those texts, which ended in you accepting Suguru and Shoko's invite for lunch, it's been a long while since the group had hung out so you couldn't decline. You wanted to invite Satoru but he ended up not responding to your text, well he never opens his phone during work, so you got ready and met with the pair.

You've go to the address of a sushi place that Shoko had recommended, Suguru already arrived waiting for you and Shoko. "Hey Y/N! happy birthday!" he said giving you a fist bump.

Returning the act, bumping his hand you say thanks, Shoko arrived a few minutes later due to traffic, funny because ironically, she would always be the early one in the past.

A young waiter came to sit the three of you, but Suguru declined thinking his best friend would also join, Satoru, "Satoru is busy today, he cant join" you stated letting the young man sit the three of you down. After the kind waiter leaves you three Shoko asked you

"What's so busy that Satoru has to do to leave you alone on this special day?"

You decided not to respond to that question has you truly didnt know, you decide to change the topics and the duo, Shoko and Suguru insisted to buy you a gift after lunch, "Oh cmon, its your special day its not like we do this everyday" Shoko argued after you constantly declining, but you give in to the two, promising them.

You and Shoko left your cars in the parking lot of the sushi place, getting into Suguru's car to head to the mall. During the car ride, they kept talking small talk, but your mind is just wondering if Satoru had eaten or went back home, so you checked your phone, 2 new texts from "toru <3"

You look down to see the conversation on your Samsung flip phone which Satoru had given you the month prior.

YOU: Hey bb, can u join lunch with me? -11:34 am

YOU: With Suguru and Shoko lol -11:34 am

Toru <3: Ahh I am sorry princess

Toru <3: Did you have fun? -1:03 pm

YOU: Yep <3 - a minute ago

5:19 pm. The trio is now saying their goodbyes to one another after Suguru sends you and Shoko back at the sushi restaurants to pick up your cars. Your hands holding a new jacket the both had chipped in to get you, a smile on your face has you bid them farewell before driving back home to you and Satoru's shared home.

You hoped to see him showering you with kisses cuddles and affection, but he wasnt there, when you had reached home, it was already 5:49 pm, you shower and change out of your dress and getting into his shirt because you forgot where you had last put your t shirt.

You ended up waiting for him, to no response, it was already 11pm something.On normal days, he would come home late around this time, you would also wait for him, but today is your birthday, yet you didnt see a inch of him at all.

He didnt even say Happy Birthday? You stormed off, some would say you were overreacting, but you felt like he doesnt care at all, you put on a sexy sparkely navy blue dress, black high boots to match and walked out the door with your car keys.

Where were you going extactly? the club. Why? no idea, it was 12 am when you reached the club, your birthday offically over but there was still a huge crowd in the club. You partied, told the bartender to make you drinks throughout the night, you acted like a madlad screaming and dancing, but no one judged cause everyone was drunk.

When the bartender kicked you out, it was 1 AM you were half sober, not sober enough to drive but to think, you picked up your phone to call Satoru but you saw the 21 missed calls from the contact and you remembered he forgot your birthday,so instead of calling Satoru back to pick you up, your mad at him. So u drove, big mistake.

"Do you know where is Y/N?"Satoru called Suguru, thinking he was with him due to the lunch prior,

"Wdym? we all went home," He stated half awake, it was 12 am when Satoru had spammed called Suguru,forcing the poor man to call back"Its late uk, wdym she is not home?"he yawned

"She is not here!" Satoru explained with panic plastered on his face "I checked around the house 100 times"

Its no suprise he would be worried, you always come home at 10, and you would tell him if your staying out later, knowing once he blew a hole in the wall in a restaurant when it was 10:01 to look for you.

"Just look again, I needa sleep," Suguru stated muting his phone leaving Satoru with no answers

"Fuck..." Satoru mumbled getting his car keys preparing to leave before his phone rang again, he thought it may be Suguru, but oh how wrong he was, the caller was not Suguru but the hospital,

Honking noises, red and blue lights and blood on your hands was the last thing you heard or saw before ultimately nothingness,

"Its 50/50" the doctor said, working the night shift for the ER he had seen many cases of DUI, car crashes and more, but he cant help but feel pity for Satoru, the man was sobbing, not wanting to leave the hospital, not wanting to leave his universe behind, not wanting to leave you behind.

He sat on the outside of your room door, asking about your wellbeing everytime a doctor walks out, at first the doctors would respond, after him asking more, they ingored him, leaving Satoru clueless. He was sat alone, your family members and friends were sleeping at the time so it wasnt a shocker.

He didnt know what to do, he was the strongest wasnt he? Why, couldnt he help you? His will to live? What will he do without you? Why is he so powerless now?

When he was finally able to reach your side, he saw the heartbeat monitor beating so slightly, much lower than average heartbeat amounts, your face as pale as snow, one of your hands bandaged, another connected to IVs, in hospital attire.

"She is in a coma," a doctor explained to Satoru has he sat behind your bed, with tears filling his eyes full. "We estimate her waking up in a week, she was found drinking, she is charged with DUI"

Satorus eyes widened in shock, drinking and driving?... Why didnt u call him to pick you up? Why did you even drink? "I'll pay for it.." his voice was still shaky, but he is glad you would wake up.

Your family members and friends visted your unconcess body, crying, sobbing and when Suguru got told of the situation he came too. Satoru didnt leave your room at all, he didnt want to leave you, he didnt talk to anyone though, just sitting there soul-less.

Suguru saw your weakened state and saw your boyfriend Satoru, he had dark black circles under his blue eyes, his hand holding yours softly, not wanting to let go but not wanting to disconnect the IVs

"I'm sorry," Suguru apologised, he didnt know you would do this on your birthday of all days so it was a suprise to him, he really didnt know,

"Its alright" Satoru said, not his glare not leaving your face, he knew you wouldnt want him to be mad at Suguru anyways, you hate it when they fight, "you didnt know."

A week passes by, Satoru stayed by your side most of the time, the rest of the time was Shoko and Suguru begging for him to go home and rest which he did. He couldnt sleep well without your touch and he wants you back, now. When you woke up, unfimillar faces were everywhere,

Whose everyone?

Where are you?

Why is there a man holding your hand?

"Who are you?" you called out to the man holding and carressing your hand softly, you faced the rest of the people "Who is everyone?" You had lost your memories.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #angst gojo #gojo angst #jjk angst #gojo x reader #part 2 gojo #gojo series #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu x reader #jujutsu kaisen

[itonashi]

hii~~

Can i request any bllk boys of ur liking with a s/o who's very very smart🤓.

thank u~~

IT'S MY WIN!

pairing: itoshi rin x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, short fic.

note: i realized i have no rin oneshot so far and it was always his brother so this is his debut but in a short fic because i simply cannot think of a long fic with this one. im sorry if this doesn't exceed your expectations 🙁.

"do you have a screw loose?" rin is irritated at the fact that you, a top student could be so oblivious to a confession letter. he thought you had the common sense to identify the letter in his hand was a confession letter directed to you.

"i don't. of course i know it's a confession letter." you look towards the letter in his hand. "infact" you snatch the letter away and toss it into the trash "i don't want to know it is a confession letter. when i have you as my boyfriend."

you wipe your hands off with a wet tissue that you always have in your pocket. rin is staring intently at you after you said those words. i can definitely feel his burning gaze on me... you sweat drop at his gaze and awkwardly smile. he notices it and turn his head towards a new direction.

you lightly chuckles at his red ears that he tried so hard to hide. it was too obvious. he was jealous. you take his hand and his head immediately fly towards you — you tip toe at his height and whisper "let's go to the library, rinrin. ill teach you more english." you lean back and immediately disappear from rin's sight.

rin put a hand over his mouth and let out a sigh. goddammit... she got me again. he felt the butterflies in his stomach.

itoshi rin lose!

rin asked you out on a date but why is he the one late? you even went out your way to dress up yourself. a typical setting in a romance manga, it is always the cafe date.

you put up your hand on the table and hold up your head with it. pouting at the fact, itoshi rin is late. maybe it is better for me to do some revisions... pathetically even in a date, you would think about studying all the time. it's not your fault that you like studying.

"sorry. i was late." his deep voice reach into your ears and you could see how he was panting for breath. "oh, you're right on time. i just came here." you lie, wondering if he could pick up on your irritation. he take a seat infront of you "next time, we'll just date in the library." he suggests that because he knows how much you like the library. mainly the pure reason is because of the air-conditioning.

you agreed and sip on your peach tea. "stop lying. im really sorry for being late." rin avert his eyes from seeing your fiery eyes. your lips turn into a small smile "no need to be so scared, rinrin!" you put up a cheerful smile. "if you always look like that, you will have no fans!" with how you suddenly change your language, rin managed to stay calm "i don't need any fans." he blink his eyes.

"because im your only fan, right?" you gaze you eyes at him with a smile that made him fall in love you with you over again.

"yeah. you're right." rin admit to it. his intentions was to make you blush but he knew that he was already blushing from the start ever since you spoke those words.

itoshi rin lose... or did he really?

the loud cheering among the crowds make you have a headache in the moment. you were never one to like crowds but make it through just because itoshi rin is a soccer player.

and soccer players have big fanclub, right? but this is a different story. your school is hosting a field day right now and unfortunately you have become one of the relay runners. what make it worse is that itoshi rin was in it too.

and you two are enemies in the moment, right now. "give it your all, [name]" you can hear the smirk on his voice. "i see... thank you, rinrin!" even though rin wanted to show his confidence. your confidence beat his instead, even if sports isn't your forte and yet, you still tried your very best.

"are you okay?" rin pant, out of breath — when he could clearly see you suffering more than him. you look up "more than okay..." you said while sitting down.

you wipe off the sweat on your face with a towel that was given to you by your classmates. you close your eyes and burry your face into your legs (dawg i hope you can understand what im trying to write), you feel a presence beside you and peek a little.

"you won't mind i sit here, right?" rin ask you. you shake you head. rin glance towards you, extending his hand and pat your head.

you grab his hand "what's with the sudden affection?" you raised you brow in question. "motivation for you to ace the next test." he whisper, averting his eyes from you. you heard him for the first time but you wanted to tease him more. you lean closer "hmm? what did you say?" you tease.

"i said it's my win this time at the next test." he exclaimed, looking at the other way. it's a miracle no one heard him. you smirk "if i win, you gotta do something for me instead." you said with a sly voice.

you let go his hand and took the other energy drink beside him. opening the can, letting out the air inside it. you took a gulp, the refreshing feelings going down your throat.

"[name]. be my tutor."

"i have always been your tutor the moment i became your girlfriend."

rin widen his eyes and cover his face with his hand. you notice the blush on his ear and lightly chuckle.

itoshi rin! stop losing!

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #bllk x reader #itomlist!!✧ #itoreqs!!✧ #itoanonss?!✧ #itoworks!!✧

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello!! I love your writings soo much it gives me soo much joy 🥰. Can i request daniel hitting you in his ui form and his reaction once he is conscious. (The reader is not a fighter.) Thank u 🙇 once again love your work ❤️❤️

Ty for the kind words!! And for the ask, this one made me chuckle! Please first refer to here 👀 are you the same anon 👀 👀 👀

Anyway non-fighter surviving a UI Daniel hit? Your durability is off the roof. Imagine if Gun got a hold of you...

This turned into such a silly piece, I had a lot of fun writing it but it's a little all over the place lol.

UI Daniel Knocking You Out HC

Pre-Daniel x Reader if you fancy

Alarm bells start ringing when Daniel regains consciousness and sees you lying on the ground

He sprints over to you, checking your breathing and vitals. Luckily, you seem fine, just passed out

Not knowing exactly if you had any severe damage, he doesn't move you. He sits and keeps you company, keeping a watchful eye over you, hoping you would stir soon

After a few minutes, Daniel remembers a video he watched where rubbing someone's leg might actually help you wake up

He moves to touch your leg but hesitates. It's a bit weird rubbing a stranger's leg, no? Still, his guilt ovepowers all sense of logic and he nervously grabs your legs and starts rubbing...

and rubbing...

No reaction

...Am I not doing this right?

He tries massaging you instead, digging in a bit harder, hoping to stimulate bloodflow

You groggily come to, holding your ribs. They didn't feel broken, just painful. Like you somehow survived a ten tonne truck crashing into you

Slowly you start to recall where you are and how you got here. You remember seeing a fight, trying to dodge and run away but getting struck regardless

You don't remember anything else

"Oh!! You're awake!"

You peer down to see a guy massaging your legs. What the fuck? He releases your lower half from his strong hands and you try to kick him straight away

"GET AWAY PERVERT!"

"H-hey no, I'm not-" he holds both his hands up in a sign of surrender

"YOU SEE SOMEONE PASSED OUT AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO?!"

"N-no, this is a misunder-"

"YOU THINK YOU'RE GOOD LOOKING AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT?"

"I'm sorry, b-but-"

You don't want to listen to this weirdo anymore. You try to sit up and immediately groan and clutch your side. The guy tries to help (probably finding more inappropriate ways to touch you) and you glare at him instead

He scratches his head in frustration, the excuse and explanation comes out in a babble

I'm sorry! This is my fault, I was the one that hit you, by accident! And I got this technique from the Viral Hit channel, and I know it was inappropriate, but I panicked, and I didn't know what else to do and, and-

You begin to loosen up a bit, you catch parts of what he says and it does sort of make sense. You have heard of V-Hit, and this... weird technique

"And my name is Daniel Park, please let me make it up to you!"

It isn't like you're going anywhere in the state you're in

"Is anything broken?" his face is a picture of worry and anxiety

"No... I don't think so," your body just feels tender

"Here."

This Daniel Park lifts you up in a bridal carry, one arm under your legs, and the other under your back. Like you weigh nothing at all

Christ, this guy is strong. No wonder you were unconscious

"Erm... are you kidnapping me now?"

Daniel looks down at you in shock and his ears turn red, "N-No! Let me carry you home! Or wherever you need to be!"

You guess there's no stopping some people. "I live about 4 miles away. You going to carry me all the way?"

Daniel smiles at you, looking a little relieved, "Of course,"

Definitely a weirdo. "Fine"

"What's your name by the way?"

"..." Like you were gonna give this pervert your name

Bonus leg massage pic from HtF

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism headcanons #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #daniel park #daniel park x reader #park hyungseok #wannaeatramyeon

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hellooo!! i just found your account and all of your works got me so addicted. it's so good, i'm not lying. so i found there's this one old fic of yours about the Bonten men get caught cheating on the reader and their reaction to reader leaving them. it's the "You Should Go : bonten trio x reader". I wonder if we could get a full one shot of the ran's part. I would like it to be really angsty. it got me hooked, like i have reread the ran's part many times. so i wonder if it's possible for u to make a full version for ran :D

Thank you so much for the love! I'll go ahead and give you a final part of the Ran incident. (don't know if you read part 2, but it's right here.)

You Should Go (Part 3): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 764

tw: smut, angst

masterlist

(Part 1 Part 2)

"I want to make things right between us."

Clink, clink, clink. Ran's eye twitches as he listens to the sound of your fork and knife cutting into the expensive steak platter.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you," you quip, eyes still focused on the food, not him. Not him. Ran wants to show his displeasure in the most childish way, but he refrains from doing so and just looks away, sipping his wine with a steady hand. He can't show how bothered he is. Not now.

Silence is the third guest at the table, and you eat your entire meal without so much as a 'thank you' or a glance at him. What did you think you were doing, tormenting him like this? Once the check is brought, Ran pays for the meal, then looks up at you. You're dabbing at the corners of your mouth and clearing your throat, and for a second, Ran imagines his hand wrapped around it...

Applying just enough pressure to scare you but not enough to frighten you. Just enough to arouse the dangerous feeling you both once shared during illicit meetups and rushed sex in the back of his car.

What he wouldn't do to feel that flood of dopamine once again.

But something changes as soon as you both get in the door. You turn around and pin him to the wall, your fingers wrapped up in his dress shirt. "Kiss me, Ran." He wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours, feeling the plush skin of your mouth with a mounting sense of accomplishment.

Maybe, just maybe...

Wrinkled dress shirts, dress pants, a skirt, a dressy top, and other undergarments are strewn out across the floor as Ran leans back on the bed and watches you ride him seventy ways to Sunday.

"Holy fuck," he mutters as he drives his hips into your warm cunt. Nothing can stop him at this very moment - not even a priest. Ran's body flushes with heat at the sight of you writhing on top of him while you lean back and steady yourself on his knees. "Y/n, I... you..."

"I hear you," you echo, biting your lower lip. "I hear you, Ran."

"Please, y/n," Ran whines before you wrench an orgasm from him, wringing him dry for what he can only assume is a full hour and a half. His cock throbs endlessly between your fluttering walls, the blessed warmth milking him for all he's worth.

Ran pulls you against him and falls asleep almost instantly, his nose nestled into the sweet-smelling scent of your flesh and face cradled between your breasts.

Ran awakens the following day with a sense of renewal and peace. He rolls over in bed and is greeted with...

Nothing.

Ran strains his ear for the sound of the shower running, water in the bath, or perhaps the sound of coffee being made. Ran makes his way down the stairs to inspect the living room (empty), the foyer (cleaned), and the kitchen (bare). Ran's breath catches in his throat, but he shakes the feeling of dread that sinks into his core as he looks around the kitchen.

Things are missing.

And there's a manila folder lying on the kitchen table, all alone and sad among the other kitchen items.

Which one of these is not like the other?

Ran reaches for the folder and frowns, feeling the weight of it. His name is on the tab, but that's the least worrying thing about it. Inside, he can see the various signatures - your signatures - and the papers flutter to the table in a heap before he can decipher exactly why there's a long squeeze in his chest.

"No..."

Reasons for divorce: infidelity.

"No."

Ran scrambles for his phone, dashing up the stairs and slipping more than once in his haste to get to his device that's lying on the night table. He picks it up and types in your number, only to be met with a message that tells him the number is no longer in service.

Ran feels the bile in his throat rising, and something in him snaps. His feet propel him toward the closet, and for the first time, he sees the emptiness as it is. He sinks to the floor, his knees hitting the carpet as he realizes that you're truly, finally, utterly gone. When Ran looks up at your mirror, he spots the neon green sticky note with Sharpie scrawled on it in your handwriting.

Ran, I realized... maybe I should go this time.

#ran haitani smut #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut