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#i have no idea if this is a thirst or a really short fic
catsgut · 6 months
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EVEN IN DEATH - CHOSO
hehe my first kinktober fic!! it’s short but i really loved this idea of big brother choso:3 hope you enjoy!
warnings: incest, choking, death, necrophilia
choso’s love for you is a masterpiece, a symphony of emotions painted upon the cavas of his heart. your smile has the power to quench the thirst of his soul. there is nothing more intense than his sweet, dear little sister. he doesn’t know a better feeling than the one he gets when he looks at you. from the moment you came into his life, he was devoted with his very being. swore to keep you safe from harms way.
you knew how much your brother cared about you. you saw the hunger in his eyes when he unblinkingly stared through yours. he knew you better than anyone, and you preferred it that way. no one else make your tummy do flips and skin heat up the way he did. it was always him.
your whole life was spent lonely. you were an outcast, a loser. no one cares whether you lived or died, but choso didn’t see you that way. when you were introduced to geto, your first reaction was to hide behind the man you knew would protect you, but instead of mockery, geto extended a gentle hand. he understood what it was like to hate humans the way they seemed to hate you for existing. you met other ‘friends’ like mahito, who you got a long with quite well. it helped take the edge off of everyday life, giving you something warm to come to at the end.
but nothing made you feel more wonderful than running into your big brothers arms, feeling his big, calloused hands hold the small of your back. nothing made you feel as good as you did when you were under him, naked chest pressed against his own.
“chosh-shoo!” you moaned into his mouth, his tongue swirling around yours as spit covered your chin and neck. he wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but he loved when you got sloppy with him. his dick twitched seeing the snot and drool dripping down the sides of your face.
“your big brother loves you, baby,” he mumbled into your mouth. he really did love you. you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling his thick cock slip in and out of your cunt, your thighs wet and sticky. “makin me feel s’good, god i love you,” his groans were soft and quiet. you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, tugging at his hair. he let out a whine at the feeling of you pulling him closer. he loved his needy little sister so much.
“fuck, sissy… i’m gonna cum soon,” choso groaned loudly in your ear before sitting up to get a good look at you. his abs flexed and his breathing heavy as he plowed into you like an animal. slowly, he reached his hand up to your throat, something he’s never done before. you didn’t think much of it though, back arching as he squeezed, but little did you know, choso felt something strange. it felt oddly good to choke you, feeling your soft throat mold at his finger tips. it made him feel powerful that you were at his mercy so easily. his baby sister… so helpless in his arms.
he squeezed harder and then harder until your eyes flew open, and something sparked within him that he didn’t know existed. that scared look in your eyes. he really was your whole world and he didn’t want anything to change that… but him. it would be the ultimate ‘i love you to death’.
with another harsh squeeze your hands flew up to grab at his wrist. you knew choso could have small outbursts, usually when mahito groped you, but you never expected him to have one during sex. usually he was so intimate and loving, but this felt more than just possession. it felt like anger. and angry he was. he was angry at the thought of someone else making you feel so good. at the thought of you giving up on him. but he was also oh so happy at the fact that he was about to change everything. god, he wanted this moment to last forever, and in a way it was your forever.
he really didn’t mean to choke you that hard. didn’t even notice your face turning blue till your hands went limp at your sides, tits still bouncing from the force he was fucking you with. he’s seen you pass out before, but never like this. just…. it wasn’t enough. it felt so good knowing your last moments would be with him. your last breath would be your chokes and mumbles of his name telling him to ‘shtop… pleash!’ that alone was enough for him to keep fucking your pussy, feeling your walls squeezing him tighter than ever.
eventually he feels a crack and looks down at your limp head dangling off to the side. you were still so pretty even in death, he thought as he pounded away. he was so, so close. much closer than before. he let go of your neck to grab both hips as he slammed his cock into you one last time before cumming. he had never came harder in his life than in that moment. choso swears his heart nearly lept out of his chest at the mere sight of your lifeless body being pumped full of his seed. you were truley the best thing that had ever happened to him.
choso looks up at the ceiling, sweat gliding down his pale skin. he could still feel your warmth around his cock as he slowly pulled it out. he knew he’s never get to be with you again, never get to se your pretty smile. there was no one else like you. moments before you were moaning on his cock and the next you were permanently unmoving.
it made his heart ache knowing you were stripped from life all from him getting caught up in the moment, but he also knew that you died at his hands, and in a twisted way that made him happier knowing that you were still his even in death.
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strawberryfairi · 3 months
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Gurlllll, the choso fic....more please!!!! 🥵🥵🥵
Apartment 519... | Neighbor! Choso Kamo X Fem Reader Part 2
A short, sexy thirst (with a little more plot this time)💦 Choso's eager to give you better than your ex could...
↳ A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ask and u shall receive...I been cookin'🫡 I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first💚
Part 1
w.c. 2.1k
It's been two days since your breakup...and since your neighbor Choso went and blew your mind in your bed.
You really weren't sure what to do from here. He'd made it clear his intentions with you, which now that you think about it, was very fitting with his usual sweet and considerate character. It's just...you wanted to make the right choice, and you weren't sure what that right choice even was.
Flashback 2 Night Ago
You were laid on your bed next to him, completely exhausted and beyond satisfied. Choso was careful with you, not wanting to come on too strong yet still wanted-no needed for you to understand what this had meant to him. So he leans on his elbow, resting his head on his palm as he looks down at you.
"I uhh...I don't want you to think I was just using you while you were vulnerable. I really meant everything I said, and I-..." He trails off nervously, looking to the side for a moment before steeling himself. "I don't want this to have been just a regular one night stand, and..if you want, I could maybe take you out to dinner some time?" He finishes, looking you in the eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster.
You heart strings pulled in your chest. It was just so much happening in one day. It's not like you weren't flattered or anything it's just...everything's moving so damn fast.
It had only been just a few hours ago that you'd found your boyfriend with a whole other woman, sloppily kissing each other in his car. Now you're with someone else already too, having had such amazing sex and now he's telling you he basically wants more.
"I...don't know what to say." You murmur hesitantly.
"No no, you don't have to say anything!" He blurts out, placing a hand on your bare shoulder.
"I just didn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you. I think you're really beautiful, and I wanna get to know you more." He adds, giving you the most cutest nervous smile you've ever seen.
It makes a smile of your own creep across your lips. "Thank you, Choso. You're really sweet." Leaning over, you plant a soft kiss on his rosy cheek, unintentionally giggling at the goofy-lovestruck look on his face.
"Will you think about it? About me taking you out?" He asks, eyes sparkling hopefully.
It was almost shocking how nervous he is when just a bit ago he seemed so confident, so self-assured. Right now he's damn near reminding you of a puppy.
"Yeah. I will."
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The Present
The morning after your night with Choso, he'd placed his number on a small piece of paper, leaving it on the night stand on your side of the bed.
Now, two days later, you still haven't touched it.
It seemed like the right decision, just don't touch it so you could give yourself time to actually process your break up. This wasn't just any old, cutesy relationship, you were in love. For the first time you'd actually think and think realistically about possibly spending your life with someone. The two of you planned a future together, and though it terrified you to think about it, at the end of the day you were dating to marry.
Choso's just a neighbor, an attractive neighbor, but...you just weren't sure if it was a good idea to be around him. But even so it wasn't like you could avoid him very well, the dude lives directly across from you.
The morning after was so awkward. The two of you ran into each other in the parking lot, both getting ready to head off and start the day. He always goes to work in the morning, and you like to do work at your favorite cafe just a few minutes from the apartment.
Neither of you seemed sure about what to say to each other, so you just opted for a simple smile and wave.
The entire day you tried to just get your mind off of both guys, yet it didn't go very well.
One hour you'd be crying angrily over your piece of crap ex boyfriend in the public bathroom stall, then you'd be getting those random flashbacks to being with Choso, stomach flipping and heart fluttering.
By the end of the day you couldn't take it. Weighing the pros and cons, you figured you'd might as well just try one date, and if things don't go well then that's that.
It's nearly eleven p.m., around the time you knew Choso gets back to his apartment from his workout. You'd timed it perfectly, rushing over to your front door and poking your head out. There he was in his gym clothes, a black compression shirt paired with dark grey sweatpants. His hair was up in his usual hairstyle, those cute spiky looking buns that really matches with his overall vibe.
"Choso!" You call out to him just before he could turn the doorknob.
Instantly he stops, turning back towards you with his brows raised in surprise. "H-hey."
"I'm really sorry I never called or texted you, I just had to think. But-..but I wouldn't mind going on a date with you. I wanna get to know you more too." You admit, cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment.
For a moment he doesn't say anything, making your heart sink to your feet, worried that maybe he'd moved on from you already. "Am I..too late?"
"No not at all! I was just surprised. I honestly thought you didn't want to go out with me." He chuckles nervously, brushing a hand over the back of his neck.
"No I do! I definitely do." You giggle.
"Are you free Friday night? I could pick you up at seven?" He suggests with a soft tone.
"Yeah, that's perfect! Should I dress pretty nice or...-
"You always dress nice, don't worry about it." He compliments flirtatiously.
"I'll see you then."
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Friday Evening
The two of you stand there outside of your respective homes, eyes trailing over each other.
Choso looks...gorgeous. He's got his hair out from his usual style, down and brushed back out of his face. His outfit is a black, slightly ripped sweater, the neckline hanging low enough to show his prominent collarbones, paired with black cargo pants. A silver chain hang around his neck, along with two rings on each pointer and ring finger on both hands.
Your outfits were polar opposites, you being more of a bright color lover since it pops so well against your skin.
You were wearing a light blue, form fitting midi dress, your hair in a simple updo with drop earrings. A pair of white heels, and a silver sparkly purse completed your look.
"You look beautiful." He states softly, closing the door to his apartment.
"Thank you, you look really nice yourself." You compliment with a bashful laugh.
💎
Choso ended up taking you out to a fairly nice Italian restaurant further into the city, with dim lighting, and top notch servers.
It was a pleasant surprise how easy he was to talk to, you could go on and on about anything and everything with each other, and he loved to ask you questions about yourself. It almost made you feel bad as sometimes it seemed it was mostly you sharing things about yourself. It was sweet though, as it showed just how eager he was to get to know you.
You learned he's an eldest brother, with a younger sibling named Yuji who likes to comes to visit him every now and then. It didn't take long to realize he's a very family-oriented kind of guy, but it made sense with his overall personality. The guy's so compassionate and thoughtful, of course he'd be the family first type. You loved it about him though, he talked about his brother like he was his entire world.
The night had gone by just a bit too fast in your opinion, even though you guys were at that restaurant for nearly two hours, then spent another three just leisurely walking around the city afterwards.
There wasn't a single moment with Choso that you didn't like, and he was such a gentleman. He never let you walk around without your arm linked with his, and he made sure you were always walking on the inside of every sidewalk. It was disappointing when you both came back to the apartment building, if you could, you'd just stay out with him talking the entire night.
"I really had a lot of fun with you, Choso. If you want, I-..I'd definitely be down to do this again." You suggest shyly, eyes looking down at your hands clasping around your little sparkly purse.
"Me too, and I would." He smiles cutely. You look up at him, relief and excitement flashing across your face. "Goodnight." He murmurs, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, cheeks heating up at the sweet gesture. He gives you one last smile before reaching for his keys, unlocking his apartment and heading inside.
You're frozen in the corridor chewing the inside of your cheek as you inwardly debate your uncharacteristically bold next move.
"W-wait!" You mutter abruptly, grabbing his free hand just before he left out of sight.
"I-...would you wanna...come over?" You ask shyly. You couldn't even look up at him you were so nervous, hoping you weren't coming across thirsty.
Choso's brows raise slightly in surprise. "Yeah. Sure, I'd love to."
You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, smiling wide in excitement as you go into your purse and grab your keys.
1 Hour Later
Choso's large hands glide down to your upper back, pressing you further into the mattress as he pounds into you from behind. Tears quickly form in the corner's of your eyes, gripping the sheets with everything you have.
"Ch-choso! Fuuuck!" You wail loudly, feeling your body start shaking all over again. One thing about sex with Choso is he'll have you losing count of how many times you cum for sure. He's like an orgasm addict, building you up and watching you fall apart on him over and over.
"Cum for me pretty baby." He coos lowly, watching those cute little tears of ecstasy stream down your cheeks.
"Aaaah! Ah!" Your whimpers mix perfectly with the sounds of your sloppy wet pussy coating his length with yet another layer of cum.
"That's it, there it is." He groans, keeping his strokes steady and precise.
You're so fucked out at this point your mind is completely fogged. This position he has you in doesn't make it any easier, completely at the mercy of his skillful, long thrusts, reaching so deep inside you.
"You feel so gooood! Oh my god!" You cry, loving the way his hips snap into yours. For the entire night your ex was long gone as if he never even existed. The only clear thing your mind could focus on was Choso and Choso only.
"Uhhuh, you love this dick, baby?" He murmurs lowly.
"I love it! I love it!" You repeat over and over desperately between your whimpers and cries.
It was already too much, and you were surprised you hadn't tapped out by now, pleading for him to stop. But you couldn't get enough, not nearly enough. So you took everything he graciously gave to you.
Choso slows his thrusts down just a bit, wanting to savor every inch of him that drags back and forth in your tight, slippery walls. "This pussy's so good. I can't stop fucking you." He purrs sensually.
And he stood on that too...
He gave you back shots as long as he wanted, just to pull out and fuck you with his tongue, making you cum on it before he slides his big dick right back inside.
Somehow tonight was even better than the first time with him, and now that he's learned what you like he uses every little technique, determined on mastering it.
"I like you baby; wanna be yours." He admits softly. He's got a tight hold on your hips, laid out on your stomach as he drives his thick length into you. You let out a long, drawn out moan in response, way too overstimulated to form words anymore.
Choso knew you weren't fully aware of just how much he likes you. He knew you didn't click to the way he's always looked at you. To be honest, he always felt like he was better than your ex, he knew he could do so much better. He wants to show you what it's really like to be loved by someone, and now that he has a chance he damn sure wasn't about to go and waste it.
He's gonna pursue you, take you out on as many dates as he needs to, kiss and fuck you with everything he has, all so it's crystal clear that he wants to be more than just your sweet little neighbor across the way.
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janumun · 9 months
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Being the brand new omega roommate for alpha Alhaitham and alpha Kaveh, who were both carefully looking for a needed extra to fill in the space in their housing near Port Ormos, purely for important research purposes Alhaitham claims.
And conveniently, they were also looking for another proper lover (Preferably an omega) for their alphan pod for their upcoming ruts, both of which just so happen to be right around the corner.
Poor sensitive alpha Kaveh, and absolute buster alpha Alhaitham, are both equally slick and suave in pursuing what they desire. Once they put their mind to something none can ever stop them from achieving their appointed goal.
Kaveh is more romantically obvious than Alhaitham, but that doesn't mean Alhaitham won't have his fair share of aces up his sleeve to properly convince you to join them in their pack. And with their ruts coming up alongside the brand new omega moving in, time is short and ever increasingly fragile.
Surely you will be so kind as to aid their little predicament?
OBLIGATORY NSFW 🔞 BREAK
Before we dive pussy first into this, I’ll have you know that your Ask was what took me out of commission for this long, Nonny. I had to sink back into the sofa and just stare into space for the next several weeks. 🤣
While I would’ve really loved to write something more cohesive for this (I am so, so insane for the ABO AU), the ideas I had would’ve ended up spanning a multi chapter fic, which I simply could not afford to work on, at the moment xD You are so ✨big-brained✨ for this, though!
If you’ve read a couple of my stories, you might’ve noticed I prefer romance dashed spice over hot, sweaty, sexy spice (very good on you if you prefer the latter!).
I’m currently working on a story where Traveler (/my MC) lives with the Akademiya duo and part of their dynamic might be reflected in these few headcanons I’ve got for Alpha Hai/Ω Reader/Alpha Kaveh.
I cannot believe this is nearly 1k words of ABO thirst because I simply hold no control over myself.
Al-Haitham’s fond of you. It isn’t quite what he intended — nor the direction he intended it in — when he divulged the fact that he was interested in you.
Perhaps, it is your unconventional ideologies, only on par with Kaveh’s naivety, or perhaps the way you seem to have Kaveh so domesticated (he was at Al-Haitham’s ear for weeks for daring to point out how the two of you seemed to get on like a house on fire, worded perhaps in less kinder terms) it’s an amusing sight to witness.
Or your unwitting genius, when you come across Al-Haitham on days he’s going through new texts, and strike up a debate regarding the contents of the author’s mindset and the degree and quality of said research.
He isn’t quite as obvious as Kaveh; ready with his smiles and clear affections worn across his sleeve.
…Nor is he quite as lacking as his former friend in self-discipline, when it comes to reigning in his instincts as an Alpha. Finding himself against you at the weakest callings of an approaching rut, or the siren call of your heats. Al- Haitham supposes you too are to blame, for spoiling Kaveh as you do; you never turn the man down and try as Kaveh might, to be a gentleman and spare you, it is always you giving him the go-ahead to fuck you as he pleases, wherever…
And later on, whenever—
His ruts are close at hand, Kaveh finds it physically intolerable to have you close and not bury his entire body into yours, threading his limbs about your body and sinking his face into the soft heat of your breasts.
He started off gentle and slow at the beginning of your arrangement, and he remained determined to follow through his resolve to relieve himself on your scent alone. The idea of tackling you down like some sort of… beast every time a rut hit, seeking you out for mere physical relief — despite your arrangement — didn’t sit right in his heart.
But you are a curious and fascinating creature, and Kaveh did not quite bet on being as infatuated with you as he is; you seem almost crafted to complete a whole of him. And you are… unfortunately, incredibly persistent.
And—
Incredibly tight, he gasps. When Kaveh finds himself buried up to the hilt within you, he’s blind to all sense except the feeling of your wet heat, the burn of pleasure streaking up his length and knotting into his abdomen with the force and desperation of his thrusts. Close, the need to have you closer burning at the back of his throat and gnawing with the bite of bitter teeth into the swell of his lip.
“K-Kaveh.” Before you scold, and he complies, immediate; love-stricken, lust-driven, clenching his teeth into a bite at your shoulder and moans deep and long, mirroring the intensity of his release into you.
Nosing at that spot against your neck in post coital euphoria and overwhelming protection. Uncharacteristic burst of an intolerable instinct to bite into you and mark you his.
When Kaveh and Al-Haitham have their ruts coincide on the rare occasion—
The Scribe does not shy away from availing his privilege of several days of paid leave, off his roster of scarcely used holidays, when his ruts are near carnal, and certainly not when they happen to fall upon the same cycles as Kaveh’s (perhaps a natural result of bonding with the same omega). He needs the entirety of a 24/7 workday and more, when he is forced to share your body, pleasure and time with Kaveh. The latter not ceasing to whine and huff, even as he moans at Al-Haitham about positioning her right, going slower so she can concentrate on us both.
Taunts usually he answers with silence, or on occasion, when Kaveh is unbearably loud,
“Perhaps you aren’t pleasing her as well as you seem to think yourself able, if you believe she cannot concentrate simply because I am “harsh” on her.” Punctuating his statement with a particularly firm thrust, your quivering moan breaking along with Kaveh’s fumed sputtering.
Your tightening, at the punishing pace Al-Haitham sets for you both, dragging their orgasms from the Alphas at the same time, flooding you to the brim with their hot seed. Their knots traveling up and lodging into your pussy undoing your own vehement release from how large the stretch is, all of a sudden, and you see stars as you collapse against Al-Haitham, his low grunt burning at your ears from how incredibly hot you find him, so undone inside you.
Squeezing around them on instinct, pulling a collective groan from the two men. Al-Haitham raises his head, his gaze inspiring a fresh wave of nervous anticipation inside you, from how he looks at you as if he has no intentions of stopping until he has you well and truly bred. A man of spare words but the intensity of his lust and emotions once unstoppered, is enough to have your legs aching for days after.
A shudder creeping up your body from where he treks a gentle thumb against your cheek and just before he kisses you, a whisper of one, “Well done,” has your heart soaring within your chest.
And if Kaveh’s soft brushes of kisses against the crown of your shoulders, venturing just shy of your glands, is anything to go by, you know he too, is far from done yet.
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peakyscillian · 1 year
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citrus-simp · 1 year
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Can we see little blurb as a full length fic for requests this was adorable yet so naughty
{AN}-> I'm debating if I should make this a strict NSFW page where all the deep thirst is but at the same time I like writing fluff too, hmmmmm, I'm honestly doing this memory and kinda altered it a bit
{AN prt2} this is extremely overdue.
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warnings; Smut; female reader, dirty talk, language. possessive, thigh riding, multiple orgasms(?), Overstim (?), proceed at your own risk!!
All characters are above the age of 18, taking place AFTER UA high.
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It all mostly started because you wanted more experience than what you currently had. You were fresh out of UA, ready to head-on with your life. Although, you're off to a pretty good start since you had a pretty nice place to stay with your roommate, Izuku. You had already been good friends so sharing a place to live wasn't a bad idea. You both put in your fair share of the rent, groceries, and other bills. On top of that, you also kept each other in good company.
However, at some point, everyone gets a little romantically lonely and you were feeling it more than ever. You decided to start dating but none of the guys you had met weren't meeting your expectations. They were shallow, some of them were too pervy, and immature and others just wanted sex.
So something had possessed you to go to Bakugo. Do not let his character fool you, this man attracts women like ants to honey. He was built like a god, had gorgeous features, strong, and was...experienced. Long story short you had both become friends with benefits after you came to some agreements.
1. this would remain between you both. He was big on privacy
2. if this were to happen neither you nor him would sleep with other people, for health purposes
3. if there were to be something more, you would have to let him know right away.
they were reasonable enough so, of course, you agreed. Whenever you need some company or something more you just give him a call or go over to his place. It was a lot more than just hookups tho, the sex was amazing but having him to yourself was really great too. During your periods if your cramps were bad and you just wanted cuddles, he would lay with you for however long you needed. Or maybe you wanted to go shopping and needed some help picking stuff out, he'll come with you
Oh, and he has a habit of sending you to get something so he could pay a majority of the sum. He somehow gets it right every time so you think you snagged a deal. Sometimes he spoils you and buys you some nice lingerie for special nights.
Well, today you had told him you could have a movie night. Only he had opened the door to something he did not like. You were playing some video games with Izuku before he had to go out, and you had your legs laid across his lap. His arms resting over your legs. In Bakugou's opinion, he was way too close to you.
"Maybe I should leave since you guys are having fun together." he sneered crossing his arms at the scene.
"Katsuki! You're here!" you said pausing the game "we were just playing a few rounds before Izuku went out," you said as you stood up from your spot
"Hey Kachan, I was just heading to the agency, it was good to see you again though," he said grabbing his phone and heading for the door "I'll see ya later Y/N!" you wave to Izuku as he closed the door and look back to the blonde. You head over to him and kiss his cheek
"What's got you all grumpy?" you ask about his grimace
"Whatever, it's nothing let's watch the movie" he grumbled getting the account set up on the TV and getting the movie running. You took your spot next to him getting comfortable in his arms. You knew by his lack of movements or comments that he usually makes
"hey." you said budging him but he didn't move. Well now you were left with one option
"hey" you repeated
"hey"
"hey"
"hey"
"he-"
"What?!" he snapped
"Why are you all pissed at me?" you ask coming off of him to sit on your knees
"Why don't you ask you, little boyfriend, Dek-" he stopped looking you up and down "The hell are you wearing?" he snarled
"Huh?" you look down to Deku's hoodie that you were wearing "O-oh, it got cold and he offered his hoodie s-so I took it and-"
"So what are you fukin' him too?" he interrupted
"No Katsuki!" you defend "God it's a damn hoodie, either way, why are you so jealous? It's not like you're my boyfriend!"
"Not your boyfriend huh?" taking your wrist he takes you into what is Deku's room and sat on his bed "We'll see what you say after this," he smirks deviously and strips from the sweats he was wearing to reveal his muscular thighs
"pants, now," he demanded "you're gonna cum all over my thigh teddy bear" he smirked
"B-but what abou-"
"Come on, maybe I'll even forgive you," he said patting his lap. You had to be honest for one thing seeing his muscles and him being demanding in the bedroom was really a turn-on. You pull your pants down along with your panties and walk towards him. His hand lands on your hips as he leads you to straddle his thigh and sit down Direct contact with the muscle made you shiver. He pats your ass with a squeeze and said
"Start grinding those hips baby," he smirked as his hands travel up under the hoodie you wore to caress your skin. You do as he demands and grinds forward and back, forward and back. A long sigh escapes your lips
"That's it, baby, get yourself off on my leg." he flexes his thigh increasing the pressure on your clit making your jolt "take this shit off, 'wanna see those tits," he said practically ripping off your shirt and the hoodie along with it. Your nipples are exposed to the cool air as you keep grinding his leg
"Katsuki~" you mewl as you throw your head back, his arm circling around you bringing you flush against him as he sucks on your neck. Moving from place to place making sure to mark his territory. With a shake and jolt, you come undone all over his thigh. Your body jolts every now and then as hold on to his shoulders.
"Good girl~" he growls lifting you up a bit to show how much you had come. A string still connected to your dripping pussy glistens in the light
"K-katsuki..." you pant still coming down from your high
"Don't whine now doll, I'm not done just yet" he smirks as he flips you over and throws you onto the bed. You watch as he slides his sweatpants off, his cock springing hard. His calloused hands meet your knees as he kneels in front of your and rubs the head of his cock over your silky slit.
"Damn, nice and wet, just how I like it," he grinned "Ready for me, teddy bear?"
You nod your head, aching to be filled with his cock. He slides in effortlessly, making you both sigh in relief and pleasure. You constricted around him tightly and he filled you deliciously. He pulls out painfully slow and rams himself back in.
"Fuck!" he finds a steady pace as he rocks his hips back and forth. "Pussy, so good...only I can fuck you, you know this" he panted flipping you onto all fours. One hand pushing your shoulders down and keeping your ass up "Even your pussy knows it. I can feel it squeeze me whenever I tell you so" he growls.
This had to be one of his favorite view and position. A firm spank comes down on your ass making you jolt. Even when he was so erotic and vulgar with his words, it only elevated the pleasure.
"Fuck yourself back on to my cock baby, just how you like!" he huffs leaning back enough for you to continue riding him back. The way your ass bounced on his cock, the sounds filling the room. The idea of him fucking you in Deku's room just added to the entire act.
"K-katsu~" you moan as his larger hands hold your hips ones again and gets back into his thrusting rhythm. "fuck" you whispered as you could feel your stomach cramp in another orgasm. You could feel him twitch inside of you as his pumps became more violent and sloppy.
"Shit princess, where do you want it?" he asks chasing both of your highs with a constant rhythm of spanks following.
"i-inside!" you pant out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher.
"Yea inside?! Who does this pussy belong to? Who do You belong to?!" Punctuating each question with more strikes to your ass
"YOU KATSU! YOouu!~" you cry out as you cum over his cock once again. With a few more pumps he empties himself inside you. You milk him while his cock pulses inside, emptying his load into you. His body looming over you but close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body. He pulls out of you, and slumps over next to you. He pulls you in close to him and sticks his nose into your hair.
Despite having intense sex, he knew that after care is always important, even if they were just cuddles.
"...you know I could consider the option if you just brought it up," he mumbled into your hair
"Huh? What are you talking about," you said flipping over to face him
"..you know the whole. Boyfriend thing..I guess" he said nearly whispering. Truth was he really did have an attachment to you. You chemistry was good, you communicate pretty well maybe the dating thing was worth a shot, right?
"Hmmm, alright how about a proper date tomorrow night?" you offer wrapping your arms around his neck. "How's that sound boom-boy?" you tease with a smile
"fine..but I pick the place." he said sternly tucking you under his chin. "and your ass is moving in with me after this." he huffed making you giggle.
lil time skip...
Note: "Dear Deku, keep your shit stuff away from what's mine(Y/N)"
"...Huh I didn't know they were a thing..."
"P.S. thanks for letting us use your sheets as a cum rag." -B.K It was safe to say Deku did some early laundry that night. He wore gloves and everything to avoid touching any residue.
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hope you enjoyed this ~ 🍋there will be more to come
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thomase1 · 1 year
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Neigbors and headaches
Pairing: Loki×Fem!Reader (other than some thirst, platonic)
Warnings: intense pain, some thirst, touch of angst and lots of fluff/comfort.
Word Count: ~1.700
Thank you @tessathechild for proof reading and helping me! 💙
What, Sel has actually managed to finish and post something once?! Its a good day!! Yes, this one story made it out of my 22!! drabbles and WIP's I've got.
Just a little thing I wrote, thinking of my migraines I sometines get. Saying that, I have written this based on my experiences with a few extras sprinkled in. So this is a cofort/hurt fic.
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Loki has been your neigbor for over a year, but you never really spoke. The occasional 'hello' but that was it. Sure you know who he is, would be hard not to, considering he and his collegues are all over the news. Saying that, you are aware of his powers, his heritage and title, to you that just meant there was somebody in the building able to help in case of a robbery or shooting. Other than that, he was just another neighbour on your floor.
Which brings us to the problem. Youve got a migraine, the worst one youve ever had. Normally its located to one side, but this time its just your whole head, pain thundering against you skull. Three days it plagues you already, which is also the amount of time you barely slept. You got about four hours in total, every time you did fall asleep when the pain let off of you for a while, you got violently ripped from slumber again. It never went away for long. Which only made the sleep deprivation worse. Working in this state has been a challange, actually getting your work done impossible. To your horror, your boss noticed today, threatening to cut your payment short would you not 'change your work ethic'. As if you deliberetly got a migraine keeping you off sleep for days.
And you cant go to the doctor either since you got them on your toes already. The sheer amount of pain medications you get perscribed is, understandably, a red flag. The dosage and intensity of them, an even bigger red flag, but what are you surpossed to do?! They just dont work, none of them did.
Which leads us to you, currently knocking on Lokis, or how you adress him, Mr. Laufeyson, door. Its almost 10pm and the lack of sleep let all your pride melt away. You did not want to bother him, but you just cant bare it anymore. Your job is on the line for crying out loud! After a short time, the door opens; an annoyed Mr. Laufeyson peeking through the gap.
"Can I help you?", he beats you to it, irritation etched in his features.
"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but I have a strange request." Your heart is beating in your throat, maybe this wasnt a good idea after all, he does seem pretty annoyed.
"What is it?", he sighs, opening the door a little more.
He is wearing forest green pyjama bottoms and to your delight or horror, you arent quite sure yourself, no top. He looks like a marble statue you would see in renown museums and galleries. His chest is on eye level with you, makeing it difficult to not stare at his neatly trimmed black curls there. Your eyes wander to his perfect pecs, his well defined ribs leading down to his chiselled abdomen. That V-line made your breath catch in your throat for a moment, the small trail of hairs leading back down to that, sinfully, low hanging silk. Your eyes linger on the impressive bulge of your opposite for a second, a cleaning of his throat ringing in your tormented head, makeing you wince briefly. But also, you snapped your eyes up to his face again, your eyes blown wide in shock.
"Is it not a little rude to knock on my door at this hour, just to stare when I ask you a question?", his words seem displeases, but his lips are curled into a knowing smirk.
Now you clear your throat, a blush dusting your cheeks pink "What were you saying again?".
He gave a low chuckle, shakeing his head, "I was asking to what I owe your visit, Miss       L/n.".
"Oh, yes, sorry. I- Ive got a bad migraine and could not sleep for three days now. I was wondering-", you stutter but get stopped by him.
"I see. Migraines are quite the torment for midgardians I have heard.", he lays a pointer finger to the bow in his upper lip, thinking.
"Yes. Mine arent affected by pain medications either, I would not bother you if they were.", you tell him earnestly, your eyes dropping to the floor.
"It is rather fine, shall we get to your apartment so I can figure out a way to help you?", he asks with a soft smile that calms you down like a weighted blanket.
"Really? Yes, that would be so nice of you, thank you so much." You sway a little, pulling at your sleeve.
"Let me just get a shirt and some shoes and I will be right there.", he tells you, leaning the door closed.
A moment later he returns, now wearing a basic grey v-neck shirt and some brown slippers. "After you.", he gestures with his hand.
You nod enthusiastically, which you instantly regret, your pain reigniting like pouring gasoline to an open flame. You groan in pain, holding onto the nearest wall, your head feeling like it is sinking and rising repeatedly.
"Are you alright?", he grabs your upper arm, holding you stable.
You groan a "yes".
"I dont think you are, lets get you home, come on.", he hooks an arm around you waist, helping you over to your door.
You dig out your keys, trying to open the door, but your vision is playing tricks on you. He grabs them from your hands, "Allow me.". He quickly has the door open, nudging it open with his foot. Finally inside, with your shoes off and seated on your little two-seater sofa, you look at him. The pain eased off a little by now.
"Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson. I'm very sorry for the trouble.", you twiddle your thumbs.
"No trouble at all. Call me Loki please.", he sits down next to you, a friendly smile playing on his lips.
"Y/n.", you smile back at him. There is a comfortable silenence for a bit, until another groan of yours breaks it.
"Its worse again?", you hear his voice through cotton balls, thats what it sounds like at least.
"Yea.", you whimper, unable to explain it further. He waits until your eyes open again and you take a deep breath.
"So it comes and does in waves?"
"Its always there, but I can function with that pain. But then there are these sudden intense pains that just have me helpless.", you explain to him, noticing you are a bad host, "I'm sorry, would you like something to drink? Tea perhaps?".
He waves it off, "You were barely able to speak a momemt ago, let alone brew tea. I am just fine, thank you. And those pains, are they pulsating, throbbing, stabbing,..?".
You think about it, "The normal, bearable pain is pulsating, the sudden ones are throbbing, like a jackhammer.".
He humms his confirmation and thinks for a moment. "I think I have a spell that could help with that, though only temporaryly I'm afraid.", he looks at you a little sad.
"That sounds good, please just make it stop for now at least.", you beg him, the desperation clear in your voice.
He nods, "Make yourself comfortable.". You lean back into the cushions, to which he whispers, "Very well.".
He turns to face you better, giving you direct view of his jaw muscles. "You will feel a tingling first. After that you will alternately grow cold and very warm. Do not worry, that is totally normal.", he explains to you calmly.
"Understood."
He lays his hand on your head, palm flat against your forehead. You look at it expectedly. "Close your eyes?", he suggest, you follow, "Lovely. Now just stay calm and breathe for me.".
Just as he finishes what he says, you feel your skin tingle, growing warm after a brief moment. Very warm and then suddenly cold. Then warm again, but it stays at a soothing temprature, like a heating pad.
The pain subsides, almost like a wave washing it into nothingness. You smile and humm at the peaceful release from your torment. You havent even noticed in how much pain you were for the last thee days straight, until it was gone.
"Better?", he asks you.
You leave your eyes closed, savouring this moment of peace, you confirm his question with a 'mhhm'.
You hear his low timbre of voice tell you something, but you cant grasp his words. Your exhaustion kicked in right away, sleep taking you in a matter of seconds.
"Should it come up again and bother you or if you have any side effects, come to me at once.", Loki tells her but doesnt get an answer.
He feels her body growing limp. "Y/n?", he asks her in a whisper, only getting her even breath as confirmation.
She fell asleep. He smiles to himself, 'Poor thing is exhausted.'.
He gets up to leave, but as he's stood in front of her door, he glances over one last time. 'She would rather sleep in her bed, I guess.', he thinks as he sees her beginning to slump over to the side.
He walks over to her bed, drawing back the covers and then goes to collect her into his arms. Carefully as not to wake her, he walks over and sets her down. He makes sure her head lays comfortably and drapes her duvet over her.
He conjures a piece of paper and a pen, writing her a little message.
Dear Y/n,
you fell asleep, so I took the liberty of moving you to your bed, ensuring you sleep comfortable.
I did lock your door by magic, but you can unlock it as usual.
Just in case you ask yourself how that took place.
I hope you are well rested and pain free when you read these words.
Loki.
He places it on her nightstand and leaves her apartment, locking it as he told her in the letter. That night, he, too, had a peaceful sleep, feeling a sense of pride of being able to help this sweet neighbour of his.
When you woke up, you were confused at first, but quickly found the note Loki left you. You are so ashamed for falling asleep on him, not even thanking him for helping you. How embarrassing.
You defently owe him one.
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m-ayo-o · 1 month
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ok... so (content planning below)
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Manwha : Under The Oak Tree. Genre : smut
So I have an idea ft. Maxi, Riftan, Ruth, plus reader insert, involving oral, threesome/group sex, and guidance. It's been in the back of my mind for probably YEARS at this point and I still haven't got round to writing even an outline, but the image and idea is so clear in my head it probably won't take long to write. It's driving me crazy so I might write this one soon.
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Valentine's Event : happening now!
Zodiac Event : one more tiny fic coming
Requests : still closed (thank u sm for respecting this it has been perfect, so well behaved of u all)
Thirsts/asks/chat : open
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Foxtrot : ongoing! part two coming soon ft. 21+ megumi stealing toji's gf...
The Money Store : ongoing! sub toji part two coming soon because i enjoy writing it sssososo much
two longer (ish) megumi fics in progress ft. roomate au and an unusual threesome... :3
I have a paranormal fic idea that includes possession but may get quite dark. Others include mythical creatures (humanoid only, eg. succubus / incubus / hybrids etc. may go into omegaverse and hybrid characters soon)
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Obviously not gonna stop writing jjk just wanna mix things up a bit.
Been enjoying lil Toru drabbles (feels like I'm practicing)
Always got Kento ideas (but I feel like it has to be particularly special to focus on it because the Kento writers on here go hard. Makes me feel like I don't need to write it as bad)
Wanna write so much for Suguru...
Got some Naoya and Choso thoughts
Also very tempted to write for the pretty boy that is Hajime Kashimo
Have a strong desire to write househusband Toji
Got a couple of tiny Yuji wips
Sukuna can suck it. (jk I can't write him for shit also the Sukuna writers out there are actually astounding)
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Possible event ideas ->
1: "The Gods" event : incorporating stories of ancient myths
2: "Songspiration" : short weekly drabbles inspired by lyrics (could involve a voting system)
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so feel free to come chat about anything you'd like to read in particular! ^^
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amloveabledeathmo · 23 days
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Posting links to my least commented fics (basically all of them) in hopes of getting more comments.
Pretty please.
My Star Wars Anakin/Padme fake dating happy ending fic. Titled Jedi Can't.
My partner and I's Dragon Age Inquisition fic about Cullen being a thirst trap for Thedas basically. Titled Commander Fancy Pecs.
A Lord of the Rings Legolas as a child with his parents. Titled Bedtime Storytime for Little Legolas.
A Lord of the Rings, Gimli/Legolas fic. Titled Secret.
The Hobbit Fili/OC dwarf Titled Once Upon a Battlefield.
The Hobbit Bilbo/Thorin miscommunication fic Titled Khuzdul (Not So) Fluent.
The Hobbit Balin/Dori with background Thorin/Bilbo/Dwalin. Balin confesses to Dori. Titled A Gentle Nudge.
The Hobbit gen fic that is just fun about Dwarrow messing with Elves and Elves actually trying to be a good host. Titled Rivendell and a Joke.
The Hobbit fic that has both Bilbo/Thorin and Kili/Tauriel but isn't really focused on the relationships, just a fun idea where mithril comes from. Titled Not So Pointless.
The Hobbit Bilbo/Thorin short fic Titled Missing Touch.
The Hobbit basically a gen fic Titled Touch.
One of my longer The Hobbit fics with Thorin/Bilbo and an accidental proposal. Titled Our Home.
I would absolutely love nearly any kind of comment from emojis to paragraphs, just nothing rude please. I've been having a ton of health issues and would really like validation that I am at least okay at something.
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epickiya722 · 2 months
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If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?
Thanks if you want to answer....
I'll tell you, all my fics are special to me and most of the time, I find myself having fun writing them. Writing isn't just a hobby, but a way for me to release pent up feelings I have or express an idea that came to me.
To name a couple...
Beware of the Bunnies - It's the first fic I wrote for "if Miruko was Midoriya's mentor". It was fun writing that fic, especially when it's a fic for my two #1 faves. I honestly didn't expect the amount of attention I got for it!
Not Red, Black - I sometimes like branching out from writing warm-hearted, funny fics and this is one of those times. Another AU idea I had, but if Miruko and Midoriya were eldritch-like creatures and related. Unlike its prequel, this one stepped more in horror imagery and I think the direction the fic took.
Forbid a Woman from Being Great - Yes, another Miruko fic and one I actually wrote out of spite. When it comes to this fandom (as with any), is how double standard they can get. With Miruko, I have seem people hate her for being "too aggressive" or "too mean", but praise other characters for those same traits or even give excuses for their behavior. Or with fanservice, the same people who complain about it also thirst over the male characters getting bloody and shirtless. I don't hate characters like Dabi, Shigaraki or Hawks but I can't stomach how their fans act when it comes to Miruko or any other character really. It was actually a Hawks fan that irritated me enough to write this fic as well as get me out of the writing funk I was in.
An Absolute Menace - This is a fun little fic. It's part of a series of Class A and occasionally B partaking in antics. With this one, writing Koda as this troll was new, but fun.
Let's SK8 Over the Rainbow - This is actually a SK8 series that I wrote and it's still one of my favorites. It started off as a headcanon (Reki allowing Koyomi to paint his nails) and then spiraled into a collection of short stories themed around colors and I love colors so much. One of the fics, You're Lime Green Jell-O, I dove into expanding a character that only appeared once in SK8. Her name is Miki and she has green hair and I remember seeing her and going "You, you're getting some personality, a story, etc." Best decision ever. I just loved writing Miki and I think it was the first time I wrote a whole story for a character that only had two lines in canon.
Tu es le Moment Auquel J'appartiens - Another series I adore. I wanted to write some jealous Vanitas since I don't think I had seen a lot of Vanoé fics where he was the jealous one while Noé was more oblivious. Not at the time, I don't know about now since I haven't read a VNC fic in a long time. The title translates to "You are the moment I belong to" which is a line of lyrics from the anime's first ending song that I love so much.
It's the Pink Hair, Isn't It? - Do not get me wrong! I do love the AUs I see where Sukuna and Yuji are brothers, but the idea of this fic came from what if they were identical strangers and not related in the slightest. Even funnier, in the fic, Kenjaku and Suguru are siblings that look like twins, but Kenjaku is older. My favorite scenes probably have to be Kenjaku and Yuji interacting and Sukuna and Yuji meeting. I've also been cooking up a sequel so I can write more of Kenjaku and Suguru being siblings and Yuji's brothers and I do mean all nine older brothers. (I relate to Choso so much.)
Your Heartbeat Is My Comfort - Ever see a beautiful piece of fanart and you want to write a fic about it? That's what happened here. I saw this FushiIta art post here and it was like BAM! I had to write a fic. It was also another I didn't write something comedic, but more somber, bit of tragedy yet comfort in there.
Maybe Someday We'll Meet Again - I'm all for the Teacher Geto AU! However, this fic came from a what if scenario had Suguru and Yuji had met when they were younger and I always how Kenjaku was even aware of Suguru's technique. So I put both ideas together and thus this fic was born. It isn't dark, but little less comedic than others and I tried my hand at focusing on more of Yuji's strangeness and innocence here along with Suguru's character before he became a curse user.
You Are My Special - Again, another time I went for less comedy and fluff and tried with something else. I actually don't know how to categorize this one in terms of genre. SPECIALZ was stuck in my head for a long time and it got when I really started thinking about the lyrics and decided why not try writing something from Kenjaku's POV about Yuji? It may have took forever to write, but I'm glad I did. I actually wanted to write a companion piece of sorts but from Sukuna's POV about Yuji.
The Pink Sky and Cherry Blossoms - I actually just posted this fic and I'm glad I waited to answer this ask because of it. I was rereading the manga and came to Uro's fight with Ryu and Yuta and instantly fell in love with her character and thought about how would it have been like if Uro met my other favorite, Yuji? They have some similarities going on there and it was eye-opening writing those into this fic, especially with Uro's character. I wasn't around when that arc came out, so I didn't know how the fandom acted towards her, but for me, I just felt there's more to her than the surface. She's the Miruko of JJK to me as Yuji is the Izuku. Just as I would love for Miruko and Izuku to be a duo in a big sis-lil bro/mentor-mentee way, I love the same for Uro and Yuji.
The Craving That Paints Your Lips Red - The last fic I wrote for 2023 and a sequel to another fic, I wanted to try my hand at the horror again. But more tame, but still "Oh my gosh". I'm writing a post about it, but I have thoughts about Yuji and Sukuna's relationship and sometimes I have this feeling that Sukuna wants to corrupt Yuji, kind of like shape him to be the next him almost. Not for certain, but it's an idea that kind of struck me. For this fic, I wanted to explore a more horror fic side of Yuji housing the King of Curses. The best part of this fic for me is how I unintentionally stuck with the idea that Yuji keeps getting back up no matter how many times Sukuna tries to break him.
That list got longer than intended, but again, I have a lot of fics I have enjoyed writing! I'm glad to have talked about them and I thank you for asking! 💜
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peachdues · 1 month
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I hope this doesn't come off offensive or anything but if you don't mind me asking, what was Sam's honest reaction when you first started writing smut for fictional characters? Was bro like "girl what are you on?" Or was bro like, "Honestly, same."
Not offensive at all! I’ll always talk about Sam.
Honestly he wasn’t surprised. He’d known I’d been wanting to get back into writing for a while and we both read/swap fics all the time. I started writing right as I was wrapping up my finals in my last semester in law school/started the absolute hell that was Bar prep and he was actually really happy that I’d found something to do that wasn’t bar prep.
I know I talked about it while doing it, but obviously I have a greater following now than I did then — Bar prep is brutal. You get no time from the end of the semester and exams (and law school exams range anywhere between 3-10 hours per exam, and there are multiple) before bar prep begins. For six weeks I was locked in a room, studying 10-16 hours a day. Browse any Reddit or Facebook bar prep page and you’ll SEE how mentally unwell people are. You’re isolated from all your friends and family — even your law school friends. I missed birthdays (including my own), date nights, events, etc. because I simply had to study. You’re constantly feeling like you’re going to fail this exam (and in fact, bar prep weirdly encourages that idea??) so yeah, you’ll see a ton of people talking about how depressed or even suicidal they feel during it, and those who’ve made it through constantly stress the need to find something that gives you a sense of purpose outside of the Bar.
For me, that was writing. Sam was a huge encourager of it (even the smut) because he was worried about me and my mental health. He was watching me stress, not eat, and go to bed well after he was asleep only for me to wake up before he did and start the nightmare all over. I think it was a relief for him to see me find even the smallest bit of joy outside of that hell. He’s the one that asked to read what I wrote — I didn’t ask him.
In short: Sam has supported it from day one. He knows I use my sexual experiences to inform my smut writing and it doesn’t bother him. At the end of the day, he knows and is confident in the fact that I only have eyes for him, no matter how much I thirst post about fictional characters (and it’s true — he’s the only person I truly think about in that way). So it’s never bothered him!
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Can you please do a Jamie and Joseph x reader fic where Jamie met reader at an event and takes interest in her only to see her in Joseph’s apartment when he goes to visit. Then Jamie remembers Joseph telling him about a girl he really liked and things start to get heated just to end with all three of them in bed smutttttttttt
Oh my! I love this idea. Thank you anon!! ❤
This is obviously a different universe than my other fics going. Reader is a stylist and knows most of the cast already. Its quite long for the sake of some backstory.
HOORAY FOR 500!!! ENJOY FIC DAY!!!
⚠️: 18+!!!! Smut!!!
🖤Lady Hellfire🖤
The Premier party for Stranger Things part 2 was tonight, and you were surprised to be invited by Joseph after you helped him pick out a few options for the event.
You've styled him and a few other of the stranger things cast members, but you had a feeling Joseph was requesting you rather than it being coincidence.
He was incredibly vibrant and flirty with you everytime you saw each other, which made the time the spent together rather enjoyable.
What you didn't know was that he boasted about you to Jamie every chance he got.
"Seriously mate shes so amazing, I can't wait to see her tonight." He told Jamie, as they waited for their turn to walk down the red carpet.
"I know I know love, you've only been talking about this gorgeous, mysterious stylist of yours for the past week and a half." Jamie grinned, slightly patting the other man on the shoulder.
"Dont be jealous Jamie, you're still my number one" Joseph laughed, causing a roaring laugh to come from the blonde next to him.
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As the party got underway you lost track of Joseph. So many reporters and other celebrities bombarded him the moment he walked in. You were able to have a short conversation before he was ushered off to the other side of the venue.
You sat at the bar, a little overwhelmed by the large crowd. You were used to getting people ready for these events, not attending them yourself. You took a sip of your drink when a tall blond man in a pitch black velvet suit jacket sat right next to you.
"Pardon me for being forward, but you look ravishing." He asserts, a wide smile on his face as you blush at him. You look down at your sparkly green gown.
It was a deep shade, and hugged your body all the way to the floor. Your hair was half up half down, loose curls framing your face. You looked like a goddess, and Jamie was soaking you up like a man dying of thirst.
"Th..thank you" you stutter. "You look pretty great yourself Mr. Bower"
He chuckles as you addressed him so formally. "Please, call me Jamie." He winks taking a sip of his drink.
You tell him your name and he hums into his glass. "Of course, a name as beautiful as the face" he remarks, leaning in to brush some hair away from your cheek.
You spent the next 45 minutes heavily flirting with Jamie, him pampering you with compliments and delicate touches. He had completely forgotten about his interview obligations until someone from his team came over to drag him away.
You gave him your number and he promised to call. You weren't able to reconnect with Joseph for the rest of the evening, but you had a blast getting to know the other cast members during the evening.
As soon as you get in your Uber to go back to your apartment your phone dings. Its Jamie, asking you to get breakfast with him tomorrow. Your heart skips in excitement. You accept, which made you too nervous to sleep.
You had such a wonderful time with him at that breakfast that Jamie and you started spending a significant amount of time together. He was charming and romantic, bringing you something meaningful and sweet every time he saw you. He was clearly smitten with you, and you couldn't help but start feeling the same.
On the other hand your professional relationship with Joseph had started to meld into something else. Joseph subtly asked you to have coffee with him after you had finished dressing him for a major photo shoot he was doing, to which you happily agreed.
You were more oblivious to Joes attempts to woo you, knowing he was flirty but also not wanting to risk the amazing opportunities he's given you as a stylist. He was always crediting you when asked why he looked so good during interviews, calling you an amazing person and friend, so you didn't think much of his flirty demeanor.
This all came to a head when Joseph asked you to come to his hotel suite to help him pick something for an interview he had coming up tomorrow. The sponsors unloaded a ton of clothing on him and Joseph tended to get overwhelmed when they did that.
You were helping him roll up the sleeves of a gorgeous brown blazer, not being able to help but stare at how beautiful he looked in the color.
There was a knock on the door before a tall slim blonde entered the suite. "Joseph do you think I could borrow the......." Jamie stopped dead in his tracks, seeing YOU, and your intimately close proximity to Joseph. "What the fuck." He blurts out, breath quickening.
"Jamie?" You respond, confused. "Jamie this is y/n, the stylist I was telling you about." Joe interrupts equally confused as to why Jamie looks so angry.
"Wait a minute, this is the girl you've been talking to me about for the last few months?" Jamie scoffs, folding his arms into his chest. "Shes the girl I've been seeing for the past 3 weeks Joseph" Jamie states, smug look as he watches the horror spread across Joes face.
Joseph moves in front of you, stepping closer to Jamie as he balled his fists. "What? SHE'S the girl your dating? The one you're gonna ask to be your girlfriend?" He finishes the last word with a bite, teeth clenching as he moves just a few feet away from the blonde man.
"Yes Joseph, this is whose going to be MY girlfriend" Jamie bites back, chuckling as he spoke.
This whole time you stood frozen in your place, utter shock seering through your body. You just thought Joe was innocently flirting with you, not that he liked you.......and Jamie.....Jamie was SO jealous right now, they were about to physically fight each other over you........ you couldn't wrap your head around it for several minutes.
You snapped back into reality when you heard the next words that came out of Jamies mouth...
"Dont look so upset mate, I can share her with you for one night," he grabbed Josephs hand and they made their way over to you.
Your face was beet red and your body was shaking in anticipation. The two of them had you pressed up against a wall before you could blink. Two sets of hands hungerly roaming your body. "Are you ok with this sweetheart?" Jamie whispered in your ear as he nipped at it. He tisked when you only nodded.
Joseph grabbed your face and pulled it towards him, "no no honey, you have to say it" he says, before placing a quick peck to your lips. You whine when he pulls away, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.
"Yes, please," you squeak, gaining a low chuckle from both of the men in front of you.
"You're such a good girl" Jamie coos, scooping you into his arms. "Take us to the bedroom love" he says to Joseph, kissing his cheek as Joe nodded.
Once in the large bedroom, Jamie sets you on the bed before unbuttoning his shirt. He looks over to see a look of uncertainty on Josephs face. He smiles before taunting the curly haired man next to him. "We don't have to do this Joe, I can take my girl and leave"
Joseph quickly starts removing his clothes, brow furrowed as he stares at Jamie. The blonde just chuckles before turning his attention to you, already stripped down to your underwear. "Hmmmm, just look at her, so beautiful"
Joseph is eyeing you lustfully, taking mental pictures of your deep red langurie, doe eyes nearly popping out of his head. "Touch her" Jamie whispers, motioning Joseph towards you.
Joe doesn't hesitate before bounding over to you, quickly pulling your legs further off the side of the bed. He rips your panties down your legs before positioning his head in-between your thighs. He looks up at you and you smile reassuringly down at him.
While Joseph begins his assult to your clit, Jamie positions himself behind you, holding you up as Joe devours you. Every attempt to move or squirm is useless as Jamie holds you tightly, sucking at a sensitive spot on your neck.
Your moans fill the room, causing Joe to groan into your pussy. Jamie whispers how good you are, nibbling at your collarbone. " 'm close" you moan, desperately gripping onto Jamie, "come on love, cum all over Joes face like you do mine, he'll love it."
Both you and Joseph groan at the blondes words, yours out of pleasure as you hit your peak, and Joes out of slight jealousy. Joe licked you through your orgasm, being sure to lap up every bit of your juices before he finally came up for air.
His eyes were blown out with lust as he looked at your fucked out face. "Oh I've just started with you love" he smirks, pulling down his boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw Joes large, fully erect cock spring out and slap his stomach.
Jamie, still behind you, holding you tightly in place scowled as a moan came from you at the sight of Joseph fully naked in front of you. He wanted to give Joe just enough of what he wanted, so he could remind him later who you truly belonged to.
The two men exchanged glances before Jamie gave Joseph a slight nod, and the next thing you know, the brunette is towering over you, teasing your slit with his tip.
He grabs your chin and kisses you as he slowly pushes into you. He let's out a string of low curses as he bottoms out, taking a moment to gain his composure. He starts thrusting, slow and deep, marveling at the whimpers coming from your mouth.
Joseph is in heaven, nearly dizzy at how tightly you squeeze around him. He fucks you slow and sweet, savoring every moan, ever clench, everything. He can feel himself nearing the edge and his thrusts become more rapid. He feels you squeeze his cock as you cum around him, sending him over the edge with pleasure.
Jamie can see the fucked out look on Joes face, brows furrowed, jaw agape. "Stop" the blond says sternly, staring right at Joseph. Joe stops his movement to meet Jamies gaze. "Only one person gets to cum in her, and that's me, trade me places, now" he demands, lifting your body up slightly and sliding out from under you.
Defeated, Joseph slowly pulls out of you, wanting to savor what could be his last moments feeling your pussy around him. He pouts as he slowly takes Jamies place, resting your back up against his chest. Jamie shoots Joe a smug grin before taunting him again. "Now, you get to enjoy watching me ruin MY girlfriend" he jabs before thrusting into you without warning.
Joe couldn't help but feel jealous, watching the way your body melds with Jamies, the way you moaned for him, the way he looked at you, he had to do everything he could to feel you around him again. He was willing to do anything he could.......to get you all to himself.....
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A/N: omg is it hot in here?! Damn that was fun to write!!! These two are an absolute dream come true.
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Hi guys I'm back to begging you for fic recs bc I am desperate once again:)))
Do you happen to know any fics centered around things thay we know/theorise about season 2? I tried looking for myself but I cannot find much and I was wondering if maybe you can help me
Potential spoilers for series two! If you are trying to avoid anything to do with series two of Good Omens you are best scrolling swiftly past this post!
You have been warned.
Here are a couple of fics with Maggie and Nina, a few with Muriel, and one about an angel with memory loss...
Unlikely bebop by Nyariewen (G)
Maggie and Nina discuss about something strange in the neighborhood: Mr Fell new music choices.
She asks how my husband is by angelZfell (G)
“Maggie asks how my husband is,” he laughed. Aziraphale spun around, completely ignoring the books he was rearranging on the shelf. “Pardon me?”
OR: really short story about them realizing how they act like a married couple.
barging into bookshops while holding plants by sunglass56 (NR)
i heard the clip released at the season 2 panel today and KNEW i had to write a fic around it
basically my imagining of how that scene would look plus extra super gay and sappy
A Million Colors In Between by CaspianTheGeek (T)
Crowley's always known why he Fell, but he was careful to never share that information with Aziraphale. That is until Muriel comes to visit, and the truth comes out.
5 things Muriel doesn't understand about earth (+1 she does) by agent_p_94 (G)
Muriel stares at the teacup.
"A human police officer would accept a cup of tea to drink," Aziraphale had said. Drink. She knows about drinking. “Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again; but whosoever drinketh of the water I shall give him shall never thirst,” and so forth. Only, Muriel was always given to believe that sort of drinking was purely metaphorical, and the sort to which Aziraphale refers seems decidedly corporeal.
Hm.
Muriel has a lot to learn about earth, with and without Aziraphale's help.
A Stranger Among Us by charliebradcherry (T)
"Ridiculous? Ridiculous?" Crowley released a low guttural sound after his words and his hands itched to grab the angel by the lapels of his jacket. Luckily he still possessed enough bodily control to not shake the shit out of him right then and there. "I've watched your bookshop burn to a crisp once and I've felt the fear of losing you twice. You discorporated because a fucking human stepped foot inside your property without your consent and you call me ridiculous. You can think of me as overprotective right now, but I can't promise I won't lose my shit when I hear you say it."
Aziraphale's eyes traced the lines of the floorboard gaps beneath his feet. It was a nice way to distract himself from the depressing voice cracks that Crowley emitted without the intention to.
"We both wanted peace, and what'd ya know? We won't have that for at least the first few years! But if you keep treating life like everyone's an 'angel' at heart, I'll be stuck with a lifetime of worrying myself sick that you'll trust the wrong people and get killed in the process. I'd rather chug holy water. You understand?"
(Based on the new clip)
Hello, hello, hello, what's going on here, then? by HolRose (G)
Aziraphale is in the middle of entertaining a strange angel in his bookshop who has come incognito disguised (very badly) as a police officer, when Crowley appears. After making a few pointed comments and asking a question, the demon asks Aziraphale for ‘a word in private, angel’. This is what happened during that private conversation.
The end of the world by probably_publius (T)
Crowley and Aziraphale were able to stop The End of the World, but didn't see what would come afterwards. Aziraphale has lost his memory, and Crowley doesn't know if it's Heaven or Hell or something else entirely. All he can do is try and help Aziraphale regain an idea of who he is by telling him stories from their past together.
I had a dream where I was watching season 2 and wrote this.
- Mod D
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Fic Writing Review 2023
Thanks for tagging me, @gammacousin!
Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either. (Copied and pasted)
Words and Fics
Word Count:
142,081
Fic Count:
6 started. 5 completed
Most Productive Month: February by far, thanks to Kinkuary!
Top Five by Hits
The One He Needs Right Now: Jim Gordon's Kinkuary: 5941
What I'm Thinking About (Sirius x Ginny): 3600
A Window Not Missed (Bruce x Nat): 2107
A Window Closed (Bruce x Nat): 1101
In the Sepulcher by the Sea (Sirius x Severus): 684
Top Five by Kudos
A Window Not Missed (Bruce x Nat): 96
What I'm Thinking About (Sirius x Ginny): 61
A Window Closed (Bruce x Nat): 47
In the Sepulcher by the Sea (Sirius x Severus): 32
The One He Needs Right Now: Jim Gordon's Kinkuary: 24
Fandom events:
Two @trulymadlydeeplyfest fests! 1 in February and 1 in October. Both Harry Potter. I'm so bad at knowing where all the fests are so those are my only two.
Upcoming Plans:
To Complete:
Finish "A Window Closed" (Bruce x Nat)
Start "A Window Opened" (Bruce x Nat)
Start "A Special Election" (Jim Gordon x NEW OC) - I have one chapter written and some dialogue prompts for chapter 2. I'm soooo excited for this one.
Other Ideas:
Continue one-off Sirius and other Gary Oldman character one-shots on Tumblr.
Write a Jackson Lamb piece
Maybe write a Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova one-shot if the mood strikes
Write another Gary Oldman RPF (many dialogue prompts already written). Here's my first Gary RPF if interested... it was set during the Dracula filming. The new one will be set after his divorce from Alex but before Gisele.
Reflection
I took a couple long breaks from writing this year. After finishing "Submissioner Gordon" in December of 2022, I was at a pretty bad low from lack of interaction with that fic. My heart has NEVER been in something as much as it was that fic, so to have so many hits and so little interaction made me think everyone hated it. Yet I continued the story with the Kinkuary prompts, where I wrote a short fic every day for 28 days. Again, I feel like it bombed.
At the same time, I made what I thought would be my last hurrah in the Harry Potter fandom, and it didn't do so great either. I was in a BAD spot comparing myself to other writers, so I took a long hiatus.
During that break, I started watching the entire MCU with my son, start to finish. My brain grabbed onto Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff and would NOT let go. So in May, I began publishing the "Never Say Never" series, where I try to fix their story.
The feedback from the Marvel fandom and Brutasha readers/writers really warmed my heart and got me back in the groove. I am forever thankful to them, because it truly restored my confidence in writing.
I will always be thankful for my Wizarding World series and the Submissioner Gordon/Daddy Issues universe, and my brain loves to revisit those stories and characters. It's just bittersweet because it never really found its audience. However the feedback I got from my foray into the MCU fandom has built my confidence enough that I am able to write in HP and Dark Knight without really worrying what others think. I am just doing it for me and my love for the characters. I know my writing isn't bad--- it's just not a lot of people's cup of tea.
I also want to give a shoutout to the small but steadfast Gary Oldman fandom I have found on Tumblr and Instagram. They've become very dear to my heart, and I love that we can share random thirst posts together when so many others just don't get it.
If anyone is reading this, please share your 2023 stats and reflections as well! I love writers supporting writers. Happy 2024 to you all!
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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
anonymous
Hello, lovely girl ♥ Can I please request smutty Steve Harrington x reader fic, where he is trying to seduce her for weeks, because he really likes her. She wants him too, but she is afraid that she would become just another notch on his bedpost. It all changes one day when she sees him in his Ahoy uniform and can't take her eyes off him. She quickly tries to hide the fact that she finds him sexy as hell in that outfit, but it's too late…
hello lovely! I like this a lot and I hope you enjoy what I came up with! this is my first ST request so I’m especially excited :)
requests for ST characters (steve & eddie) are open. check out this post for more details!!
warnings. smut!! (public stuff), some fluff, steve’s pining HARD, this is a safe space to thirst over steve’s legs and we do be doin’ it in this fic, back of the movie theater smut, thigh grinding, handjob, light use of ‘y/n’ (not in the smut parts).
word count: 2k
** steve is absolutely taken with you, so much so that he’s sworn to ask you out every single time he sees you until you say yes. who knew his scoops ahoy sailor uniform would be the thing that gets your ‘yes’...and much, much more. ** 
|| 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 || || 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ||
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Steve grins ear-to-ear when he spots you across the mall, talking and laughing with your friends. He quickly darts out from behind the counter, telling Robin that he’s taking his break now, which she tries to protest but he’s already out the door by the time she reacts.
He smooths his hair out as he makes his way across the mall, accidentally running into more than a couple folks as he does so. You start to walk away and he quickly calls your name, offering you one of his award winning smiles as he closes the distance between you two.
“Y/N! Hey!”
Your eyes widen for a second as you take in his appearance. You had no idea he worked here, and you certainly didn’t know that he had a uniform involving shorts--
“Steve, hey. Um, what...” you lose your train of thought for a moment when your eyes trail down to his uniform shorts again. “What are you doing here...?”
Did he see that correctly? Did you just...check him out?
God, he’s been trying to hook up with you for weeks and you’ve given him absolutely nothing. Hell, he promised to ask you out every single time he sees you. He’s asked you out about half a dozen times, pulling out all his best moves, and you’ve said no each and every time.
But he could’ve sworn that you totally just checked him out. Who knew the sailor’s uniform would be the thing to get your attention?
“Oh, I actually work here now.” he points to Scoops Ahoy. “Hence the cheesy sailor uniform. Company policy is a real drag.”
You hum, laughing softly and trying not to look down again. “Yeah, but I mean, at least you know what you’re gonna wear everyday.”
He laughs, crossing his arms casually.
“That is true, I guess. I totally ditched the weird sailor hat they made us wear. It totally blew my best feature.” he gestures to his hair, which makes you laugh. He smiles, loving it when he manages to make you laugh.
An awkward silence lingers between you two for a moment before he clears his throat, shoving his hands down into the pockets of his shorts. 
“Soooo, I believe I promised that each time I saw you this week, I’d ask you to go out with me.” he smiles. “What are my odds of you saying yes this time? Just wondering how close I’m getting here to convincing you...”
Normally, you’d say no, as you have in the past. You don’t want to just be another notch on his bedpost. But now that he’s standing here, looking like the cutest and sexiest sailor of all time...
“Sure, why not?”
“I’m not trying to -- wait, what? Really?” he perks up like a little puppy. “You’ll go out with me?”
You nod. “...As long as you’ll wear that uniform to our date.”
He smirks, laughing softly. “Whatever it takes, beautiful. What are you doing tomorrow night? I get off work around nine. Maybe we could catch a late movie?”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you around nine tomorrow. Should I meet you at...” you look over his shoulder. “Scoops Ahoy?”
“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”
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When you get to the mall, it’s packed and rocking. All the stores are overflowing with shoppers and the food court is nearly full. You head over to Scoops Ahoy and smile when you see Steve being his naturally flirty self with some young ladies at the counter.
He looks way too good in that stupid, cheesy sailor uniform. His thighs and calves are on display, there’s just a hint of chest hair popping out from above his striped t-shirt when he bends over, his legs...yes, you already mentioned it but you’re mentioning it again because HIS LEGS.
“Hey!” Steve’s face lights up when he looks up and sees you, jogging out from behind the counter. His eyes run up and down your figure for a moment. “Wow, you look really good.”
You smile, cheeks warming. “Thanks. So do you.”
He laughs.  “Yeah, the cheesy-ass uniform is a real looker, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” your eyes roam his figure for a second. “So, are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, yeah! Let me just finish up with the customers I just totally abandoned when I came over here and then I’ll be good to go.”
You nod, smiling and propping yourself against one of the empty tables as you wait for him to finish up. He tends to the group of now slightly jealous girls and the heads in the back for a bit. 
The two of you head off to the movie theater in the mall and although you tried, Steve insisted on paying for the tickets and movie snacks. You decide on seeing ‘Back to the Future’ and after getting some sodas and popcorn, you head to theater 4.
Luckily, you’ve managed to avoid most of the previews so the movie starts pretty much right after you two settle into the back of the theater. Apparently, Steve’s already seen it but he claims he doesn’t remember most of it.
It’s pretty good, but the up-close view of Steve’s thighs is even better and it’s fully occupying your attention. He notices, about half an hour in, that you’re not really paying much attention to the flick. You’re looking at him.
His hand casually slides over to just above your knee and rests there for a bit before giving your skin a casual squeeze. You look up and he smiles softly, still looking at the screen.
“You like the uniform, don’t you?” he asks quietly. Your eyes widen and he laughs. “Please, I know why you finally agreed to go out with me. It doesn’t take a super genius to figure it out.”
You’re stuck between being speechless and being embarrassed.  “Steve, that’s not why--”
“I don’t mind, Y/N.” he says, looking over at your slightly dumbfounded expression. “I really don’t.”
“Well, I like you for other reasons too, but...”
He smiles. “But the uniform was what tipped the scales for you.”
“...” your cheeks are burning hot. “I-It certainly contributed to it.”
“What about it do you like?”
You look over at him again, biting the inside of your lip. “You seriously wanna know?”
“Of course.” Steve nods without hesitation. “Why wouldn’t I? I want to know what turns you on.”
“I’m not telling you, that’s so weirdddd,” you laugh awkwardly.
He nudges you. “Just tell me.”
You bite your lip. “You’re gonna think I’m so weird.”
“Okay, how about I move my finger down my body and you tap me when I reach the part?”
You agree and he starts at his neck, moving his finger down. He pauses at his crotch area for a comically long amount of time and you chuckle, still not tapping him. His eyebrows raise and he finally moves his finger down to his thighs. You tap him, then, and he pauses, brows furrowing.
“Really? My legs?”
“I told you you’d think I’m weird!!” you whisper-yell, giving him a playful smack.
“No, no, I’m just surprised. That’s not usually the part of me that girls are turned on by.” he laughs quietly, then taps his lap. “Well, if thats what you want, then come on over.”
Shyly and quietly, you set the tub of popcorn aside and get onto his lap. You settle on his thighs, facing him. He hums, hands resting on your hips.
“Well? Go ahead.”
Your eyebrows furrow softly and you look at him with a confused expression. He carefully brings his hands around to your ass, pulling you forward on his thighs before pushing you back again, allowing you to feel the friction that motion creates.
Oh. That’s what he meant.
“Promise me one thing,” you whisper, moving up and down his thigh. “This isn’t just another notch on your belt. Promise me that this is gonna be more than that.”
He smiles, reaching up to cup your cheek gently. “Now that I’ve got you, I don’t plan on letting you go so soon, beautiful.”
Hearing that and seeing the genuine feeling behind his eyes is all the reassurance you need. You scoot over a little bit so you’re mainly resting on one of his thighs, then continue your motions, chewing at your lip to stay quiet. 
The friction is so, so good, the fabric of your shorts and panties rubbing right up against the sensitive bud between your legs. Meanwhile, Steve’s already throbbing hard under his sailor shorts, erection pressing uncomfortably against the restrictive fabric. 
His hands grip your thighs, encouraging your movements on his thigh. He flexes his muscle to help you along and you nearly gasp out loud at the difference it makes. 
“Shit, Steve,” you lean in, mouth at his ear. “‘m gonna cum soon, this feels so good...”
Steve groans softly, kissing at your neck and throat. “Go ahead, beautiful. Cum on my thigh like the good girl I know you are.”
It’s not long before you’re coming, a soft orgasm washing over you as you hump his thigh desperately. He can feel the hot wetness seeping through the crotch of your denim shorts and it earns you a little grunt from between his reddened lips.
Once you’ve ridden out your high, literally, you pant softly as you look at him. Your eyes travel down to the very obvious bulge in his shorts and he blushes, shifting slightly.
“Y’know, you don’t have to -- mmm.”
Your hand runs over his clothed erection and his hips buck up instinctively, searching for your touch. You smirk softly and begin palming him over his uniform bottoms, enjoying how reactive he is to your touch.
His hand suddenly grabs your wrist and you look at him. His eyes have darkened and he’s tense, jaw clenched in order to stay quiet.
“If you keep going, I’m gonna cum in my shorts. I don’t think I’d ever hear the end of it from Robin if I show back up with a big ass stain on my crotch.” he says, chuckling softly. 
You smile, carefully pulling him out from beneath his shorts and continue your stroking, spitting a bit on his cock to help your hand glide more smoothly. He’s grunting and groaning under his breath, head tipping back in pleasure.
He’s close, you can tell, and before he even manages to say the words, you’re on your knees and taking his head between your lips, sucking gently while you continue stroking him.
Steve’s eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a soft gasp as his climax hits like a ton of bricks. He ruts up into your mouth softly, jaw slacked.
“Fuuuuck...Jeeesus...”
Thank god the movie’s action sequence is loud because if it wasn’t, you two would’ve gotten caught red-handed. You swallow his spend with no problem, then lean back and catch your breath. Steve does the same, tucking himself away while riding out the tail end of his orgasm.
You get back up on your chair and look over at Steve. He looks at you and quickly leans in for a deep kiss, groaning softly when he tastes your spend on your tongue.
“You. Are. Amazing.” he breathes, smiling against your lips. 
“I can’t believe I waited so long to agree to go on a date with you,” you tease. “We could’ve been doing this shit for the past few weeks.”
He smiles. “Yes, you’re a stubborn ass. I’ll accept an apology in the form of another blowjob.”
“Oh, stop it,” you laugh, shoving him playfully, shaking your head.
His eyes remain on you and he can’t manage to take them off you. You look back over at him and smile. “What?”
“Nothing. You’re just really beautiful.”
Your cheeks heat up and you bite your lip, trying to mask your smile. It doesn’t succeed. You kiss him again and he instantly deepens the embrace, cupping your cheek. Neither of you are even giving the movie a second thought.
“Mm. What do you say we continue this date at my place?”
You smirk. “Why wait so long? The mall has bathrooms...”
Steve grins and grabs your hand, pulling you up out of your seat.
“That’s my girl.”
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(I, regrettably, can’t remember where I found the bat divider. if anyone knows who made it, please let me know so I can give them credit!)
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kenren · 11 months
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The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 1 of 7
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I cannot tell you now;     When the wind's drive and whirl     Blow me along no longer,     And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then—                         some other time.                                 The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg                        
A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.
.・゜゜・Author notes: I'm finished writing this fic; it's 9 chapters (7 on Tumblr) and about 12k words. I somehow want it posted before I move in a week so I'll probably be posting 1 to 2 chapters a day lol. Big shout out to @thehanging-gardens​ for feeding the Kuzan thirst.
.・゜゜・This chapter is SFT; enjoy it while you can.
.・゜゜・Selected AO3 tags for context: Kuzan ends up working with the Revolutionary Army at some point, Reader is an editor for the Marines but leaks documents because she's not a cop, "Navy" and "Marines" are used interchangeably, Author has no idea what's going on in One Piece, So if this is non-canon-compliant eat my shorts I guess                                                
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“...Nasty business.”
“Yeah.”
“Disgusting, really.”
“...Yeah.”
You eyed the report Kuzan had placed on your desk with disdain. Not a week had passed since the Summit War of Marineford, and you sat in your makeshift office in one of the Navy’s makeshift interim headquarters, surrounded by box after box of complaints and excuses. The Marines admitted no wrongdoing in regards to the war, but with the guilt and desperation that bled through in their poorly-written accounts of what actually happened, it didn’t make much of a difference.
Few people could walk away from watching a kid of no more than 20 bleed out in his younger brother’s arms and feel good about it.
Akainu was one, you supposed.
Kizaru was impossible to read as ever.
And the third admiral—
The third admiral was standing in front of you now, eyes pinned to the title of a report on another stack of almost-identical reports that you were meant to review and edit for grammar and style.
You couldn’t help the flood of resentment that struck you upon remembering that the man in front of you was out in the field, capable of influencing the course of events in real time while you were stuck cowering behind your desk, praying for his safety and for the whole situation to somehow disappear.
You stared at Kuzan a moment longer and gritted your teeth. “You agree, but you participated,” you hissed.
His eyes snapped to you. He looked mildly startled, but not particularly surprised, already aware of your shared proclivities and the gray area in which both your loyalties lay. “Don’t be like that. You know I didn’t have a choi—you know I had to.”
“But you did have a choice.”
“I caught myself already; thank you very much.”
You barked a bitter laugh. “One more ‘just following orders’ to add to the stack, eh? Somehow you struck me as better than that. Well, sometimes.”
“...Sometimes. When I can be better.” Kuzan turned away once more, and the hideous fluorescent lighting of your office caught on the dark circles lining his eyes. His face seemed gaunt, the sharp angles of his cheekbones cutting more insistently at his skin. “I’m fighting, you know.”
The battle between your sympathy for the colleague you had grown to love and your sense of justice—just the word left a bad taste in your mouth now—was settled with an inconclusive sigh. “I don’t think I can ask whose battle while we’re within these walls.”
His lip quirked when he looked at you, but the exhaustion didn’t leave his face. “Quite a bit thinner than the walls at Marineford, eh?” After a long beat of silence, he ripped a corner off another useless report and leaned over your desk to jot something down. “Meet me there. Tonight at 8.”
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decarath-s · 2 years
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Love in Mourning
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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x sorcerer!reader, gender-neutral.
Warnings: dark themes, barroque writing, character death, painfully unrequited love, breakup, lots of manga spoilers.
Genre: Sheer angst but with a nice-ish ending (not a lot of comfort tho) and cool friends. Overall bittersweet.
Summary: You're in a relationship with the love of your life, Satoru Gojo-- but it is painfully obvious that he is not over the love of his life, Suguru Geto.
Word Count: 5.9k
A/N: Hi! So- I had this fic idea a while ago and I had to quench my thirst for the blood of Gojo stans. I can't even lie, I made this going for the Satoru lovers' throats. But I did invest a lot on it and really liked the result, hence how ridiculously long it is. I'm not a fanfic writer but I really enjoy the occasional project and today you get Satoru angst. Also, it's very obvious I am in love with Nanami in this fic so that's a plus (he's probably definitely also very in love with the reader).
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You woke up at sunrise, curled at the side of a warm body that once overshadowed any of your early worries. You sighed softly and allowed your tired eyes to adjust to the rays of sunlight that illuminated the bed. With familiar admiration, you stared in gentle awe at your gorgeous fiancée.
You found yourself unable to look away as you attempted to stretch the chronic soreness out of your muscles. Your eyes glazed over his extravagant yet pleasing features: long white lashes overshadowed by matching unruly hair, a bony pointed nose, and thin, peachy lips.  As you sat up you could not help but reach over and, with calloused yet gentle fingers, caress his angled cheek.  
A dull warmth spread through your heart as you watched him resting peacefully for once. It had been a brutal couple of years—or well, actually, it had all been very hard ever since the beginning of both of your sorcery careers.
Yeah, there was a time when all was well, but it was incredibly short-lived.
Despite the terrifying struggles you could face as a 15-year-old sorcery student, the fragile lack of awareness that comes at such a young age allowed you to rush along near-death experiences and daily beatings. Yes, the terror that rattled your bones whenever you fought a curse was very real, but the world was wide, your body crackled with power, and you were surrounded by a solid group of friends and teachers that had each other’s back at every turn. You had loved all of them, deeply: Shoko, Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Haibara, Utahime- every last one of them.
You had loved them, fiercely.
But love, as you have come to know, is a wretched thing in the world of sorcery.
You often used to chastise Kento, as he went on and on about the rotten work that being a Jujustu Sorcerer made. But as you stood by the mirror, staring into your darkened eyes and freshly washed face, you could see what he meant: the exhaustion on your expression, the dull look on your face, the scars across your cheek. You could remember the certainty in his voice, the carefully veiled concern in his gaze; all along, his unprompted and scarce ramblings had been nothing but cautionary.
He always did look after you.
It was only now, after almost everything was lost, that you could clearly listen to Kento's advice, his warnings, to please run as far away from this world as you could. To not let anyone hold you back from the good things, and to make the most of the life you had.
It seemed that, in the end, you all weren’t as strong as your youthful comprehension had once led you to believe.
Soon you had grown aware of the hopelessness you faced as jujutsu sorcerers: pleading cries filled the back of your mind every day, stained with the blood of innocent people, the blood of your friends.
You had just pretended to be blind to sensible requests such as Kento's because, above all, you loved Satoru Gojo. You couldn’t go as far as to say that you have remained in the sorcery field for him, at least not at this point on your career, but you did love him more than any of your liberties, your boundaries, or cautionary measures— above any sense of self-preservation.
For a long time, he meant everything to you: even his boisterous laugh, boundless stubbornness, and childish remarks seemed charming in your eyes.
No, you could not state that he was a perfect man and would never dream of falling into such dogma, but you were sure he was a good man. Above all, you were sure that he was worthy of love. Yes, he often lacked sensibility and his daily routine was plagued by bad habits, but none of that made the love that he held for his friends or students any less tender.
And yes, you knew exactly why you had loved Satoru Gojo, and maybe you could say you had come to such realization a year or two after he graduated jujutsu high, but you could never sum up the admiration and love you held for him into a single occasion.
You still remembered the shock on everyone’s faces the day he announced he would be taking Megumi and Tsumiki in. Satoru, Shoko, and yourself had been pondering how to intervene Megumi’s situation without breaking a war amongst clans, but you never expected him to go out of his way and adopt two children.
What was this 18-year-old child going to do with two children of his own? You all had no clue. Even Nanami who was always quick to admonish Gojo was left speechless as you all sat around after hours in an empty classroom. After the announcement Satoru just smiled, got up, and left through the door, his energic laugh following behind. For a minute you could not help but just sit there, frozen in shock, exchanging wide eyed glances with Shoko, Kento, Utahime, and Mei Mei.
Only after a couple of seconds did you spring to your feet, running out of the classroom and down the hall to catch up to Satoru, who turned to look at you with nothing but a wordless smile and glinting, tired eyes.
“Gojo-San--” you panted, catching your breath as you stared up at him, “What’s going through your head? What are you even going to do with-?”
He only clicked his tongue and chuckled softly, looking at you over the rims of his black-out glasses.
“I’m going to take care of them, that’s what…” he answered matter-of-factly, searching your face, “I won’t allow them to be dragged into the mess that the sorcery world has become. I can’t watch another child die-- I have to do right by…”, he glanced away before finishing his sentence, pausing only for a moment, “…by them… by Riko and Haibara…”
The wind was knocked out of your lungs by the honesty in his usually calculated voice. For a moment you could only stare at him with wide eyes and parted lips. You understood where it was all coming from: Riko and Haibara’s death, Getou’s departure— even the estranged upbringing Satoru himself had faced.
Your heart clenched for all of them, sickness threatening to overcome your senses as you stared at him in shock.
After a couple of seconds of complete silence, his laughter filled the hall again.
"Hey, I have to make something out of being so rich and powerful," he bantered before sighing again, “Don’t worry, have some faith in me.. You know I do my best at everything.”
He turned to walk away, hands in his pockets.
Something overcame you, and before he walked out of sight you couldn’t help but blurt “If you ever need anything- I am always here.”
To which he turned, a smile on his face, and stated “I’ll hold you to that,” before walking away.
Such charisma- the way in which he always seemed to confidently glide through difficult situations, perfection untouched, never really ceased to fill you with wonder.
The same confidence with which he reassured you he would keep a close look on Okkotsu and ensure he honed his skills and cursed technique. The same confidence with which he promised to keep Itadori and his classmates safe from any curse or any sorcerer, the same way he had once vowed to look over Megumi and Tsumiki. He always did stay true to his word.
Likewise, no matter the difficulties or the years that went by, he never hesitated to protect you, Shoko, Mei Mei, Kneto, or Utahime, much to the latter two’s dismay. He was always quick to aid any of his companions in battle, in fact. But despite his teasing smile and raised eyebrows, you could always see right through Satoru Gojo’s ceaseless gloating.
His careless strides didn’t seem so truthful anymore: you had witnessed the rage and the fear in his eyes, in his shaking hands, after every battle he faced accompanied by any of his close friends. After Geto’s departure, it had become easier for the watchful gaze to witness the fear that overcame him: he did not seem to believe he was invincible anymore.
As time went by, you two grew closer after spending more and more time with each other. Mentally exhausting workdays usually turned into group walks around town, which occasionally included Megumi and Tsumiki. These mostly consisted of trying new restaurants and exploring shops. Most of the time it was only you, Satoru, and Shoko. However, if you pleaded long enough, sometimes Kento and Utahime would agree to come along.
The first to give up on such walks was Kento, parallel to the moment in which he gave up on the sorcery world. Next in line was Utahime, who quickly after graduating as a semi-first-grade sorcerer left to be a full-time teacher at Kyoto’s Jujutsu High. Eventually, Shoko was also gone, having too much work to worry about. In the end, for the most part, it was only you and Satoru going out on such walks. Because of this. you occasionally got a peek behind the solid curtain of calculated confidence Satoru had come to build around himself.
The first time you watched him cry it felt as if the world was caving in beneath your ribs; despite being close-knit friends for almost four years now, since your first year at jujutsu tech, you had never seen him look— crestfallen.
After a long walk along the streets of Tokyo, a couple of drinks in, you found yourselves sitting atop of a tall building, staring down into the city. Satoru had brought you here a couple of times before, and although mostly your stay consisted of commenting on scientific theories, vain gossip, or sharing crass jokes, this time you found yourselves covered in a thick veil of silence. He stared out into the city, eyes lacking their usual shine, while you stared at him in wonder.
For a moment you could only hope that the night and his unusual disconnect from the world would blind his six eyes, if only just long enough for you to take in his lovely face without any fear of being caught.
As enchanted as you found yourself to be by his form, you were quick to notice a glistening tear rolling down his cheek. It was quickly followed by another, and then another.
“I’m- I’m not sure I can handle all this much longer, Y/N” he cried quietly, holding his head in his hands, “I am trying so hard, but things are still falling apart all around me. I’m afraid I suck at the important things in life- at shit you don’t even need to be a sorcerer for- like the kids or our friends or-”
His broken tone and stifled sobs caught you off guard, but you quickly found yourself gathering him into your arms. His sole response was to rest his head on top of yours, a soft scent of liquor following his movements.
“Oh, Satoru...” you started, concern filling your voice. You could only press your open palms onto his back, trying to cradle his body.
“I can’t stand the blood that covers my hands. But somehow, most of all, I miss- I miss them, and I miss him… so much,” he sobbed, clinging to the fabric that gathered at your waist.
You gazed at him with knowing eyes and furrowed eyebrows, guiding his head to rest against your shoulder. You found yourself unable to reply to his miserable pleas: no words could soften the pain he was facing. It felt disrespectful to even try to form a sentence of comfort in a moment such as this.
Of course, he was miserable.
Satoru had witnessed many tragedies throughout his lifetime, but the most painful had to be losing the love of his life to a human-induced madness.
Even before your closeness to Satoru grew, Suguru Geto had been a good friend of yours. You two had met when you joined Jujustu High, but for the most part, you found yourself hanging around Shoko or Kento. However, Suguru was always nice to go to for a serene yet meaningful talk. It was impossible to associate the passionate, gentle, grounded, and kind guy you knew with the monster he had now become.
In your best moments you could laugh at yourself and curse him through stubborn tears for befalling his edgelord fase and gaslighting himself into following such baffling beliefs. But really, for many months after his insurrection, it had become impossible to find any good thing worth fighting for.
Even worse, his ultimatum still occasionally echoed in your head. No matter how hard you tried to erase it from your mind, one idea remained stubbornly: people were inherently bad, and if their own existence plagued by greed and fear was not enough to convince you, then the manifestation of curses that derived from their neurotic nature was the living proof of it.
Coming to terms with the man Suguru had become was an excruciating experience, almost as painful and confusing as accepting Haibara’s death.
Despite your usually estranged relationship with romance, you could sympathize with Satoru’s deep routed pain. If you greatly missed your weekly meetings and occasional sparring sessions with Geto, you could not imagine how much Gojo missed their daily trips around campus, their training sessions, joint missions, shopping trips, and weekend breaks. How he longed for the friend, the lover, who always had his back, or how he longed for the kisses they shared and having someone’s bed to sneak into every night.
And despite whatever feelings you held for Satoru, which time had forced you to acknowledge, you never, not once, held any resentment towards the undeniable love he held for Suguru. Of course, you often cursed him for leaving a broken Satoru behind- but he had left and lost all of you, even himself. Most of all, however, you could tell how meaningful the relationship they shared had been, the same way that you could understand the adoration Satoru still held for the Suguru he had fallen in love with all those years ago.
After a couple of minutes of clinging onto each other in comfortable silence, overlooking the city, you two managed to pull apart.  You and Gojo gazed at each other with a solemn understanding before you finally got up from your spot on the floor.
“You should head home- the kids…” you began, dusting off your clothes.
“Shit- you’re right, what time is it?” he started, getting up after you.
“Only a little bit past 2:00 am… But remember we already put them to bed. Don’t worry, they shouldn’t have woken up or anything…” you muttered, gathering your stuff before heading down.
You two continued to walk down the empty streets, side by side until you reached the intersection at which you had to part ways.
“Well,” you started, rubbing your palms over your bare arms to bring some heat to yourself, “Thanks for today Satoru… And if you ever need anything, please remember-- ”
You were cut off by Gojo draping his coat over you, before leaning in to plant a meaningful kiss against your lips. For a second you could only stand there, too astonished to even blush as one would expect to under such circumstances.
“I will,” he started, gazing into your eyes with newfound determination, “Now… It’s a little late to walk home alone, isn’t it? Why don’t you come stay at my place, make sure I get home safe?” he started, a cheeky yet genuine grin spreading across his lips as he guided you by your shoulders.
Despite the shock that filled your body you couldn’t help a startled chuckle from escaping your lips.
“Sure, whatever-” you muttered, trying to ignore the blush that spread across your face, “I’ll gladly escort the defenseless, special grade Satoru Gojo to his heavily secured home. I didn’t get the memo that the rightful heir to the Gojo clan was in such desperate need for a bodyguard,” you scrambled, trying to fill the silence with any quick remark.
“Well, I would say it’s much more meaningful than that- don’t you think?” he peeked at you curiously from behind his glasses, a childish hesitance in his expression.
“Well- I’m not sure, but I guess I can take the part for now…” you muttered, trying to hide the blush that dusted your cheeks.
“Yay! Amazing, thank you so much L/N- San” he giggled, teasingly pulling on your cheek, his arms still wrapped around your shoulder.
“Yeah yeah-” you started, playfully pushing him off, “You don’t need to guide me! I’m the bodyguard here, remember?” you teased, swatting at him to walk ahead, “Now go, Gojo-San. Curfew’s ending soon.”
He laughed, a genuine laugh for the first time in weeks, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Oh L/N-San, I would not have hired you had I known you were so mean!”
That was the first time he kissed you, and the night in which your newfound relationship was consolidated after years of longing.
However, you could never pinpoint the exact moment in which your love for him became romantic- it was definitely at least a year before that, but you could also not be sure there had ever been a moment in which you didn’t love him. Either way, it didn’t really matter. After years of consideration, you were coming to terms with the fact that maybe his love for you had never turned romantic after all.
Of course, for the most part, the love that Satoru Gojo gave you was satisfactory. You basked in any and all affection that he sent your way: whether it be offering up his home to you and tailoring it to your every need, co-parenting, a soft smile of encouragement, involving you in his every plan, occasionally opening up to you about his feelings, or proudly walking arm in arm with you during every and any social event.
However, much to your dismay, you could sense something was… off. The way in which he so often attempted to reach for a shadow of the waist-length hair you never had, to twirl around his index finger. The way in which he often seemed to choke on someone’s name while he slept, or the habit that he had of absent-mindedly massaging your earlobe when you went to sleep. It was also very present in the hunger with which he kissed your neck, the desperation with which he held your hips, and the way that his eyes cleared when he eventually looked at your face. Hell, it was even evident in the way that the others looked at you when Satoru, in his usual dramatic fashion, announced your engagement about a year and a half ago.
Everyone’s shocked gazes met yours, and suddenly you couldn’t repress the sense of humiliation that bloomed in your stomach. Was it really that hard to believe that Satoru could love me? Thankfully Utahime was quick to interrupt the short-lived silence with a jeer and an in-character complaint about how someone like Gojo Satoru could get such a lovely partner. Shoko followed up, the usual playful glint in her eye back in place, wishing you luck in putting up with someone as obnoxious as Satoru. Mei Mei followed suit, and soon the living room was filled with bickering among all your friends and your now fiancée. Well, almost all your friends except Kento, who gazed at you with an unreadable expression. The same expression he gave you that night while saying goodbye at the door, holding you in a tight embrace that lasted longer than usual. Kento, your closest friend, who gave you that same look, a mix of confusion, adoration, and concern, before kissing your cheek goodbye with a final, “Please take care, y/n”, and walking away.
That night, with tears in your eyes, you came to realize that maybe the occasional intrusive thoughts were not wrong after all. Maybe, as much as it pained you, it was unrealistic to expect Satoru to love you the same way you loved him. No matter what you had been through together, no matter how hard you tried, no matter that the reason for Satoru’s broken heart had passed away half a year ago-- Gojo Satoru could never bring himself to love you, to love anyone, like he had loved Suguru Geto.
And so, you grew used to the chaste kisses and intense nights, and to the wonky handmade bracelet Suguru had once woven that never left Satoru's wrist. It was a little hard to face, the confidence with which he confused your favorite color for purple, the knowing looks young Megumi gave you, and how more often than not, while going out with him, Satoru would let go of your hand and sprint away any time he caught a glimpse of any stranger who slightly resembled Suguru.
Still, you were aware it was not for a lack of trying. Satoru was generally attentive, and every other week he would surprise you with a new gift you had shown interest in or a new place to get dinner at. He offered to go with you during dangerous missions, and every night that you spent together he held you close and with determination. He was a great hype man and never spared any expense when it came to you or the kids' birthdays or favorite holidays.
Despite the general disregard he seemed to feel for others, that never occurred when a situation involved you, Tsumiki, or Megumi. He tried his best, really. And you returned the favor by never asking for an ‘I love you’ back, always entertaining his bizarre requests, listening attentively to his rambles, and holding him during the occasional breakdown. Of course, it was never too much to ask for, as your love for him really was absolute, patient, and kind.
Despite the not-so-subtle glances from your other friends and the complaints about his childish comments and careless demeanor, you could always appreciate how hard Satoru was trying. Maybe he couldn’t love you the way he loved Geto, or for that matter, the way that other people had loved you. Still, in the end, things generally seemed to work out between your devoted love and his stubborn resolve.
Of course, it was not the relationship full of passionate romance that those fairy tales had promised, but it was real. You had a caring family of four, made up by a, if not passionate, functional marriage and two wonderful kids.  Not any couple could state that they survived raising two kids at such a young age, much less if you added “fighting demons for a job” to the list.
You had a family, at last. It was not perfect, but you were fond of the kids, just as you were fond of Satoru, who in return, cared for you with all his might. And although it was impossible to cover up a fundamental lack of romantic love with nothing but blind determination and commitment, for a long time, it was enough.
Maybe if we both pretended long enough, you had once thought. But lying to themselves never got anyone anywhere.
Now, a month or two after the Shibuya incident, as you woke up with the sunrise and stared into your freshly washed face in the bathroom’s mirror, you wondered how much longer you could handle this pretending. You could not muster an excuse for not having died along so many other first-class jujutsu sorcerers- for not dying along your friends.
Such existential dread really made you second guess every other aspect of your life. The deafening silence of grief that followed you around did not make your thoughts go easier on you. Had you really molded your life to fit a man who could not love you? It had become more and more apparent by the day, ever since Tsumiki was hospitalized and Megumi had gotten a dorm back at Jujutsu Tech.
As you gazed into your own eyes, you remembered some of Kento’s last words to you. You had gone out drinking with him a couple of weeks before Shibuya-- before he died.
                You two had been paired for another mission in which you had to eliminate a couple semi special grade curses in order to collect one of Sukuna’s fingers. Everyone in the sorcery world could tell the situation was getting dire, and it was reflected in the understaffed missions that were handed out every day and the idiotic need for relying on kids, one which was yours, to protect the world from curses.
Despite being some of the most competent sorcerers available, overexertion was inevitable. After tending to each other’s wounds, you and Kento found yourselves in a haphazard low-end bar in the dodgier part of the city. You both sat in silence while Nanami sipped on his second glass of whiskey and you yourself indulged in a weird-looking margarita. You sighed, looking up to find Kento already staring at you with that same unreadable expression he had given you two a years or so ago.
“What...?” you muttered, staring back at him with unease.
“Nothing.” he answered, gaze unmoving.
“Oh, come on, Kento,” you glanced at him, taking another sip from the neon green straw, “Just tell me already. We’re a little old to be playing guessing games.”  
He chuckled in amusement, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, “Oh you've always indulged Satoru’s games though.”
You gaped at him, surprised by the unexpected quip, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Hey-” you menaced, being much too amused at the sight before you to really go through with any annoyance, “What does that have to do with anything? I didn’t know you were interested in me indulging you games,” you teased, reveling in his tired, childish grin.
“Ah yes, of course y/n,” he chuckled, turning to look at you, “It’s just- I have been thinking…”, and then he stopped, glancing at you with serious yet twinkling eyes.
“Oh? What a pleasant surprise…” you snickered, sending a mocking glance Kento’s way as you nibbled on your straw.
He couldn’t help but laugh in amusement once again, his heavyset shoulders shaking in a burst of genuine laughter.
“Oh, wow Ken'!” you mused, giggling heartily through bruised ribs, “You should’ve told me that was all it took for me to get you to smile. Just a couple of drinks and some sass after almost dying during a mission. We had many of those, you know?” you chuckled, your tone tender despite the teasing edge it held.
Though Nanami was certain under any other situation he would’ve nagged at you for making any remark that hinted at any sort of mockery towards your death, he just couldn’t find it in himself not to chuckle at the veracity of it, or to interrupt your laughter.
 “Let me talk, y/n.”
You snickered and nodded at him, sipping on your drink. Despite the smile on his lips, his gaze seemed much more serious suddenly, and eventually his smile, too, incorporated into a knowing glance.
“I have been thinking… You know you could’ve done so much better than Satoru, don’t you?” he muttered, his gaze piercing through any attempt you could’ve done at hiding your shocked expression.
“Kento--” you uttered, caught off guard, apprehension in your voice.
“Sh, sh,” he started, shaking his head softly while gazing at you, leaning in closer, “You know it, don’t you?”
You contemplated his question for a moment, adverting your eyes.
“I don’t-- it’s not about whether I ‘could have done better’, whatever that means— I know you don’t like Satoru, but talking about him like this-” you barely started before he interrupted you,
“I don’t need this, Kento,” you affirmed, staring back at him with slight defensiveness “I honestly don’t believe I ‘could’ve done better’ than what I’m doing… It may not be perfect but- it’s-” you scrambled for words, thinking about Satoru, about the family you cherished—about your desire to keep them all safe and giving them a chance at love. After just a couple of seconds of rushing thoughts you found yourself defeated, your tone dismissive, “Look, the situation is a lot more complicated than what I’m comfortable explaining right now. I cannot speak for him, but I can certainly say that I do love him, most of all our family, no matter how complex the circumstances are.”
“Oh, come on y/n” he began, a tinge of frustration laced between his words despite the eternal patience with which he gazed at you, leaning closer “You know it’s not about him. It’s about—the love that you deserve. You must know- I know you do...”
He contemplated your words for a second, gazing at you with a tenderness that made you feel as if you were being smothered.
You could only stare at him, speechless, before he turned away to order two matching glasses of your favorite white wine.
“I can imagine the relief that having a pleasant family might bring someone with a lifestyle such as ours... but then again, don’t you think that our way of life begs for something honest and-- cathartic? Especially when it comes to someone like yourself,” he mused, an unusual lightness to his words. You couldn't help but stare at him with bright eyes, captivated by the honesty in his voice. Despite the annoyance you felt at his questioning of your decisions you could not help but notice the sudden vulnerability in his expression.
After a second of silence, he continued with his usual composure, “You deserve so much better than not being able to affirm confidently that he loves you more than anything, too.” he stated, looking into your eyes with a mix of love and defiance before inquiring again, “You do know that.”
“It’s not your fault, falling in love with a mourning man… maybe I couldn’t even blame him,” he muttered in distaste before downing the rest of his whiskey, “And maybe it is also none of my business, but as someone who cares for you deeply: I do believe if he were responsible, he would recognize he can’t love you like you deserve through his grief. And you, on the other hand, should be able to recognize and get out of a situation that does you more harm than good. Not that love should be harmful at all…”
“You sure do speak a lot about romance and love for someone that has never cared to pursue a serious relationship,” you muttered as you glanced away in annoyance, finding no actual answer for Kento’s brutal remarks.
“Oh, I sure tried,” he smiled coyly, turning to hand you one of the glasses of wine with a longing yet freeing look in his eyes, “but you know… I’m not in a hurry.”
You rolled your eyes and looked away, sipping on your cup. A burst of confusing feelings rushed through your chest.
“You can glare at me all you want…” Nanami muttered, sending a caring glance your way, “But still… I just wanted to talk to you about this—before things got worse... I wouldn’t want you to curse yourself with a responsibility you shouldn’t hold- to carry any regrets… I want you to know that you don’t have any duty to look after Satoru, no matter how important he is to you or how much he has gone through… and much less should you ever have to settle for someone who couldn’t confidently call you the love of his life.” he whispered in that gentle yet firm tone you were so used to.
You could only bring yourself to stare into the distance while deep in thought as you sipped through your glass of wine. You didn't even notice Kento's loving and concerned gaze as your mind rushed with feelings of hurt and relief. Hurt at the fact that once more your fears had been confirmed by someone else. Relief at the fact that someone with no intention of tantalizing you had the guts to reach out to you and both validate your experience without allowing your own sense of responsibility to go unchecked.
You parted the bathroom mirror with tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You knew that you could not follow Nanami’s pleas to run away from the sorcery world, as he hadn’t himself-- but you could make the most of the life you had and make sure that, in the end, it was one without regrets. Only as you hurried to stuff a bag full of your belonginge could you finally phrase what you had been feeling for months now:
Gojo Satoru would always be your closest friend and the parent of your two kids. You had to move on, but this didn't mean you would feel any animosity towards him. You knew he had tried his best, and so had you-- and for years, that had been enough. Of course, you would always thank Satoru for his affections, the confidence and strength he had inspired in you, but things must come to an end. Maybe coming to terms with your mixed feelings would take longer than the life expectancy of a sorcerer allowed you to, but you could not afford to live halfheartedly any longer. You could not waste your love away when your life as a jujutsu sorcerer ticked away eagerly at the promise of a gruesome death. No matter how hard you had tried to convince yourself throughout your extensive relationship, you knew it was negligent to believe that all you had going for you in life was Gojo Satoru. Maybe it had taken you a little too long, a little too many silent glances from your friends, but you knew that despite the dire circumstances, no matter how much was lost, you were only 28 with a life ahead of you, surrounded by loving friends and family, boosted by your passions, your dedication towards being a jujutsu sorcerer, and by the love and responsibility you felt for Megumi, Tsumiki, and the rest of the kids. You were moved by a desire to fight, to become a better sorcerer and do something good. You would always love Gojo Satoru, but you could not risk any more of yourself or your time to loving a mourning man.
You wrote a quick note, leaving it by Satoru's nightstand before heading out the door.
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As the door closed behind you Satoru finally dared open his eyes, which wandered around the room. After a little while he found himself reading out loud the note you left by his stand, one in which he recognized every curve and every edge your handwriting contained.
“We both knew this was coming, love. This is not a goodbye. I hope we can see each other soon: at work, visiting Tsumiki or during any of Megumi’s events, maybe even over coffee back at the campus. I will be coming back for some of my stuff in a while, I just need to figure it out. I love you; you know that. Life goes by so fast— ‘Toru, I don’t think it’s fair for either of us to keep pretending any longer. I will be eternally thankful for all you have given me, for your hard work and patience. All my love, Y/N.”
Gojo couldn’t help but chuckle lovingly at the heartbreaking note. It was so you, so gentle and stern, to finally let go like this.
He laid back, his arm over his eyes, and sighed a sigh of relief in between hot tears and the sudden pain in his throat. He had always cherished your ability to bring an end to his nonsense.  
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