my birthday ended with my good friend whos never played the KH games ever beating xaldin in only twelve minutes and i am severely conflicted
Love that I stayed up all night drawing and still have like. nothing to show for it. go girl give us nothing 😔
chronic illness rant
Ok so the good part of not being as bad as when I starved myself is cool but now I end up overeating instead and im like aw shit
The color change of your layout!!!! Ahhh, the pink is so pretty!!! Also, I didn’t say it when you first changed it, but I’m in LOVE with your header!!! Gorgeous all around 🥰
Thank you, Liz!!! 💛 I adore your layout too! You 🤝 me, having Kieutou on the header and Robbe on the icon, love it! 💛
no thanks, i went on one kinda-date six months ago, so i’m all burnt out for the next few years
i hate a lot of things about merlin, but when i hear other fans criticise it i get so annoyed sometimes argh
My desire to start posting my art vs. my fear of the aggressive negativity that goes around the dd fandom every few months FIGHT
modern/college au with the genshin boys (preferably Scaramouche, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Childe, and Kazuha) x gn!reader who's their roomate and the pair slowly fall in love? headcanons are fine! (maybe a small drabble at the end of each if you want tho ehe)
Genshin Boys as Your Slowburn Roommate
featuring: Scaramouche, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Childe, Kazuha
anon i LOVED writing these so much thank u so much for requesting them!! modern roommate au is one of my absolute favourites to write and I've already had brainworms for a lot of these before so the excuse to write them all down at last has been amazing lmao
the drabbles are just short lil scenes between 150-250 words each bc I was quite inconsistent w the ideas and the way I planned this out lmfao - also little warning childe's drabble is a bit ✨spicier✨ than the rest but it's just kissing lmao
This man would be an insufferable roommate, but you’ll be damned if he wasn’t the most efficiently organised person you had ever had to share a living space with.
Everything has its place and everything is spotless, just be careful not to mess with his organisation because you will have hellfire rained upon you for it.
Disappears for days on end with no explanation, but you get an apology and a frustrated sigh every single time he comes back as he explains that he was dragged into another weekend-long bender by his friends, whom you only know as ‘the loud brat’ (who seems to be a few years younger) and ‘the other one’ (you’ve figured he likes her best).
You’re almost certain he’s only nice to you because he has to live with you, and he’d rather keep you sweet than be at odds with you, but that doesn’t explain the nights you’ll spend taking silent walks together just to enjoy the outdoor air. Nor does it explain the moments when you first come home, where he’s clearly busy but he takes time out from whatever it is he’s doing just to make sure he’s welcomed you back, even if it’s just with a simple observation of “you’re home” as he looks up from his work.
Your slowburn, one tempered through those quiet moments you share, would likely come to a head by mistake. Through an argument of some sort, perhaps you had come home late or something similar, a state wherein Scaramouche had (though he’d never dare to admit it) actually been worried about you.
“I don’t get why you’re so damn annoyed about this,” you huff exasperatedly, throwing your arms into the air.
“Because I love you, you stupid idiot!” He snaps, making you flinch. You blink for a second as his words process, still a little too high-strung from the sudden adrenaline rush of the argument. “Fuck, just… I didn’t say anything, okay?”
He makes an attempt to leave, to barge his way past you, but you’re stood in the doorway and you’re holding strong. You place your hand on his arm and ask him to look at you, which he does- reluctantly. Scaramouche looks in that moment like he’s desperate to be genuinely mad at you, but as though he can’t find the heart to follow through with it.
“For what it’s worth,” you begin, tone soft and kinder as you try to placate the situation. “I’m particularly fond of you as well. Stupid idiot.”
He kisses you there and then and you can’t say you ever regretted it.
Literally acts like you’re married already just on account of you living with eachother. All jokes of course and he’d shut up about it if you asked, but he will introduce you as his ‘house spouse’ to his friends.
He’s incredibly comfortable with sharing a living space with somebody, though he politely requests that you just let him have his own space when he asks of it- which works out beautifully as you request the exact same.
If one of you plans to be home later than the other, you’ve already sent a text and the other is already making dinner for you both if you need it. He’s a surprisingly good cook, but you beg him so many times to just stop adding mushrooms to everything.
He will absolutely fall in love first and it comes as a surprise to both of you, but you suppose you can only joke about being married to someone so many times before you actually fall for them.
This slowburn would culminate in a scene like something out of a movie, with him confessing to you somewhere so beautiful that the entire moment just feels so perfect
And you know, in that perfect moment, that he’s the one for you.
The snow is falling so delicately over you, dusting your shoulders and the top of your head in a thin layer of white. You bundle your warm outer layers closer around yourself as you look out over the city. The park that Kaeya has brought you to is empty, but it provides the most stunning overhanging view of the college campus below- not to mention the sight of the shoreline just beyond that. It looks a little more dull and lifeless than you’re sure it would in the summer, but there is a quaint beauty to it all the same.
“It’s pretty,” you comment, smiling up at him.
He smiles back, nudging your shoulder in that soft playful way you’re so used to. “Not as pretty as you.”
“Flatterer,” you scoff, rubbing your arms as you watch the breath you exhale cloud up in front of your face.
“I mean it,” Kaeya affirms, tone more serious now. His arm wraps around your shoulders and holds you closer to him and you can’t help looking up at him in curiosity.
The air around you is palpable, your face feels so incredibly warm. He’s never been this close to you before, with your noses practically touching. You almost miss the quiet request for permission before his lips are pressed sweetly against your own and you’re losing yourself in the moment, throwing your arms around him to kiss him harder.
Somehow incredibly popular despite his seeming reluctance to make friends. There’s always another story for him to tell you about how he’s been confessed to out of the blue, or another mysterious package for him at the doorstep from a ‘secret admirer’.
You’re not quite sure how he manages it, and from what he’s told you he’s equally as bemused by it. But you like that he’s open about it with you at all, because he’s told you time and again that he doesn’t really ‘do’ friendships.
It seems that you’re his exception to a lot of things, however. He’s developed a strong sense of respect for you over the time you’ve lived together, to the point where he will just gladly exist around you without the air feeling awkward.
The moment you first fall for him is when he comes home late one night with a small bundle of fur cradled close to his chest, purring lightly, and a heavy shopping bag slung off his arm. A stray cat, he’d rescued it on his walk back from classes and promptly stopped at the nearest store to grab everything he possibly could to look after it. You can’t say no to keeping it, especially when both it and Xiao himself look at you with the most irresistible little pouts.
This kitty pretty much becomes your baby, as you even start to work around your routines with how best to care for it, and eventually you’re settled into such a perfect familial routine that it ends up hitting you like a brick that this is really all you want- to spend your life with Xiao like this, even if you just adopt a bunch more pets.
The sweet fluffball curls itself up in your lap and you pet it absently, leaning back on the sofa and hanging your head back to watch Xiao as he paces around trying to collect what he needs for classes the next day.
“You’ll hurt yourself doing that,” he notes, tapping your forehead as he passes you by. You frown and sit up, craning your neck round still to watch him as you try your best not to jostle the cat too much.
“You’re no fun,” you pout.
He laughs, a heavenly sound you hear far too rarely, and walks back over to you, placing a kiss atop your head. You melt into the feeling, before you realise exactly what had just happened and freeze in your tracks. It seems he hadn’t quite acknowledged what he was doing either, as he stares back at you with equal shock.
“So, we should talk, huh?” You offer, patting the sofa next to you.
He nods, moves next to you, and you almost forget about the cat in your lap as you pull him into a soft embrace. Though you’re reminded rather harshly as the poor creature leaps up off of you to try and escape being trapped between the two of you.
You are not going to see this man during regular human hours. He’s essentially a cryptid at this point, leaving in mid-afternoon to go to the labs and not coming back home until the early hours of the morning (sometimes entire days later). You’re concerned about how much he eats and sleeps in this time, but he waves you off with an excuse about some new energy bar he has learned helps your motivation and efficiency levels.
However, he never fails to come back on time if you promise to cook dinner for the two of you.
He will be there early sometimes, just to help you out. Sometimes, he will even bring you some of your favourite snacks, or a new set of notebooks if you’re running low. Just little things he has picked up on. Though he likely won’t say it outright, it is his way of thanking you for taking care of him.
This romance blossoms so very slowly, possibly one of the slowest out of any others here.
It is one of mutual respect and trust, growing from such a beautiful symbiosis of the two of you existing around one another that suddenly not living together seems like the worst thing in the world.
If one of you were to have plans to move out, that would prompt the other to confess abruptly. However, otherwise, you pretty much just settle into the sweetness of a romantic relationship over time as you grow more comfortable around each other.
It is some time into the late evening when you finally hear the door unlock, but you have conveniently just finished plating up dinner for the night.
“Honey, I’m home,” Albedo calls out to you and your heart races at the nickname. It isn’t the first time the phrase has so casually slipped from him when he has returned of an evening, but you’re almost certain you’ll never get used to it.
“Welcome back,” you smile, bringing the plates out to the table in the makeshift living/dining room. “It’s just pasta tonight I’m afraid, we’re on a budget this month.”
“Anything you make is perfect,” Albedo hums, carefully dropping his bags at the door and kicking off his shoes. He makes his way across to you and drapes an arm across your shoulders, pressing a grateful kiss to your forehead.
You discuss anything and everything across the small expanse of that dining room table, be it the experiment that Albedo has been working on for his thesis or the work you have been up to for your own. The conversation flows naturally, amicably, as it always has done for the few years you have lived together now. It feels as though time itself stills when you’re in Albedo’s company, as if the world doesn’t need to exist until you’re done.
You’ve already lived lifetimes on end in the sanctuary of a home you have created together.
Childe listens to 80’s hits and musical soundtracks on full blast from a speaker he stationed in the living room with absolutely zero shame about it, do not look at me and tell me he does not
It’s annoying as hell at times, especially if you want to study, but on occasion it’s hard not to fall into the infectious energy that he radiates as he grabs your hands and spins you around the living room with him, both of you laughing until your sides hurt
Despite most people painting Childe as a typical frat boy type I really do not see it. This man would enjoy a good party don’t get me wrong, but he’d be far too busy focusing on maintaining his physical health for wrestling club meets and events. (You’ll catch him just casually shirtless in the living room one too many times and have to walk back out before it becomes obvious to him that you’re pretty much having a heart attack at the sight).
Not to mention the downtime he spends on the beginner tier of the archery club. To top it all off, he’d spend weekend mornings down at the swimming pool. Man’s got too tight of a schedule to party 24/7.
Your romance would be very cliche for the typical roommates-to-lovers trope. Gentle brushes of shoulders as you pass each other in the hallway, sidling around one another whilst you complete your morning routines (occasionally bickering as you do, until one or both of you cave a part of your own routine to improve the dynamic).
Eventually, there would be this overwhelming moment that hits you, whilst you’re doing the most mundane of things together, probably just sat watching TV at the end of a long day, as he leans over and wraps his arm around you and draws you close, letting you cuddle up to his side. You crane your neck up to face him and he’s smiling down at you and in that moment you know you have to kiss him or you’ll explode.
The rest is history.
The sound of the television across from you has devolved into static in the back of your mind as you focus on how hot Childe’s body feels against yours, the pressure of his hands on your waist as he shuffles you into his lap to kiss you with more fervour. You may have made the first move, but he’s frantic and hungry as he tries to taste as much of you as you will allow.
“This,” he manages between breaths, between kisses, as he can’t help himself going back for more and more, “isn’t what friends do.”
“Then fuck it, we aren’t friends.” Your hands dip to the hem of his shirt and explore along his chest underneath and Childe simply can’t find it in himself to argue as he falls prey to you for the night.
In the morning, you sit down and talk things through properly, discussing where your feelings stand and what boundaries this means you should set. But that doesn’t stop you from being distracted by the handful of red marks now littering Childe’s neck as you try so hard to focus on the conversation.
Very sweet roommate, you literally can’t find a complaint about him even if you try.
Leaves little messages across the refrigerator in those bright coloured letter magnets, sometimes a little poem that came to mind as he was having breakfast and sometimes just a simple ‘hope your day goes well :)’
You end up rearranging them to make little messages back, which ends up just snowballing into becoming the primary way you two communicate anything important about the other’s plans for the week.
Falling in love with Kazuha is another that happens incredibly slowly, though a little more noticeably than with Albedo. Those little messages on the fridge end up having a little ‘x’ at the end of them to signify a little kiss, you can’t quite remember which of you started it now but you fall into the routine with it easily.
Eventually, and by which it has been years, you come home one day and that same little fridge message is there as always- though you expect to find the same one from this morning so you can change it ready for Kazuha to see (as he returns later than you). Instead, there’s something new already.
“I think we should date x”
Below, are the letters set up in a jumble for either ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
You shuffle the letters for ‘yes’ into place below the message, a rush of heat finding its way to your cheeks and your heart beating erratically. As you turn to rush back to your room, hoping Kazuha doesn’t see before you’ve had the chance to calm your nerves, you crash straight into him.
The yelp you let out is met with a lighthearted chuckle as he holds your shoulders gently and peers around you to check the refrigerator.
“I’m glad,” he speaks after a moment. “I was almost worried you’d say no.”
“How could I?” You manage, heartbeat still pounding as you become hyper-aware of the feeling of his hands on you. “I like you a lot, you know.”
“I like you too,” he smiles, cupping your cheek in one hand and pressing such a tender kiss to your lips that you’re sure you’ve ascended into a higher plane of existence at the sheer bliss.
showing off your boyfriend online pt 2
pairing: Venti, Xiao, Tohma, Kazuha/gn!reader
tags: sfw-ish, fluff, lingerie mentions, sexual tension, modern au, drabble, tiktok trends, Venti crossdressing
notes: first of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! planning on emptying up my drafts for this month so here is a request by @kyana-chan . my fyp was filled with genshin content so it took me a while before i wrote this lmao. i wrote the first one bcos i was bitter with all the couples in my fyp then they were just gone after that. also, i suffered from writer's block so forgive me if this is a little meh ;u;
edit: edited Venti's part a little because i was too absent minded while writing this sorry ;u;
You and Venti often post about each other in your own social media profiles, though your contents aren't exactly the same.Venti is famous for his videos of singing short songs that are usually dedicated to you. In your profile, people could see the Venti doing the most nonsensical things like arguing with you about whether milk or cereal comes first or whether or not it's the index or pinky finger (which he insists is the pinky finger, by the way). He's also much more shameless than you, even getting into your phone and filming prank videos of you. One time, he decided to film a little video where he finally wore a lingerie that he bought a while ago as a surprise while you were out buying something from the convenience store. He filmed your reaction as soon as you got home, almost dropping the paper bags in your hand. Your face was so red that Venti was teasing and laughing at you even after he finished recording.
Xiao does whatever you ask of him when you try to make a video with him. It's truly adorable considering how people usually comments how you have the "scary dog privilege" with how intimidating Xiao looks most of the time despite his stature. Although he has an intimidating image, those videos wherein you prank him like that one time when you out too much salt into your soup and making him taste test it. He tried so hard to keep a straight face and told you it tasted amazing. You almost ran out of breath laughing your ass off from Xiao's blatant lie. Some of your followers' favorite videos are that wherein Xiao is the one who personally colors your hair. Though you aren't very confident with the colors, Xiao always manages to make the hair color suit you. You always praise him for his talent but Xiao convinces you that it's just because you're so perfect that any color would match you. Because of his talent for hair dressing, many people have asked if he could color their hair too if they paid him, but Xiao refused them, saying that he would only color your hair and no one else's.
Everybody labeled Tohma as the perfect male wife. And he's even proud that he holds such title. You always show off the dishes that he cooks, especially the lunches that he makes for you. And since everyone's mouths seem to be watering from the dishes he cooks, you were able to convince him to create his own account and post his recipes. People also adored the small handmade presents that he gives you for no reason at all. You did a small video of that wherein you showed the cabinet where you stored all of his presents like the small dog stuffed toy that he crocheted for you. Apart from those wholesome posts about Tohma, you also love filming how easily the man gets flustered. You decided to do a sexy dance trend in front of the poor man was suffering throughout the whole video. His eyes were tracking each and every move of your body as he breathed heavily, and many people went wild on the comments.
You introduced Kazuha to everyone by doing that one trend where you show what you "pulled". At first, it was a clip of you pulling the door to a room as a joke only to reveal Kazuha inside where he was playing a guitar. The next clip was a recording of him telling you the new poem that he wrote. And many loved him for that and asked for more and so you did. He claimed that he wasn't very good with writing poetries at all but he expressed his gratitude to your followers for liking the poetries that he makes. Many fell for that innocent exterior of him until you did one of those dance trends as well. He was passing by when he saw you dancing and, slowly, he approached you from behind and placed a hand on your hips before swaying with you. But that wasn't what revealed Kazuha's other side. People were going crazy at the way Kazuha stared at you, asking how come a seemingly innocent looking person could be able to make that face.
a friendly bet.
premise: friendly banter leads to a very interesting bet.
pairing: druig x (f)reader
warnings: this is a prologue, teasing, banter, super cheesiness because tis the season, literally no warnings because it’s just a prologue lmao. but still 18+ only minors dni, you will be blocked
word count: 1.05k+
etc: this is just the small prologue to the series since i didn’t want to spend too much time in the first chapters explaining everything and wanted to just jump right into the cute stuff. so, this is short, sweet and to the point and teases the dynamic between these two!
At first you don’t think you’ve heard him right, the pub wasn’t that packed for it being a Friday night but the booming hum of some Christmas medley playing through the speakers above—and the few drinks you’ve had that have a dull buzz settling into your veins traveling through to your ringing ears—it was hard to hear him.
Without batting an eye, or for warning you, Druig grabs one of the legs of your stool and pulls you closer. His legs are spread and he’s sitting on the edge of his own stool, making you now inadvertently sat in his lap—between his open legs and looking at him wearily, the smile on your face slightly faltering at how close the two of you now were. His other arm leaning on the bar, the one on your stool moving from the leg of the seat to rest atop your knee.
A placement that is not out of the ordinary when it comes to the two of you. The pair of you had been friends for years now, you were used to Druig touching you—usually in the helping or playful nature, he was never one to just reach out and touch you just because. And maybe that’s why your body is reacting the way it is. Why you suddenly feel like you can’t move, don’t dare to. Or why his hand is burning through your jeans making the overheated pub even more sweltering, you silently praying someone opens the pub door to let in the cold from outside if only to cool you down for a second.
And before this moment you would have thought you’ve had every look Druig has ever given you memorized. He wasn’t a predictable person but he was one of habit and with as long as the two of you had been friends he rarely strayed from said habits, giving you leeway to learn his mannerisms.
But with the way he was looking at you right now you thought maybe that wasn’t the case anymore. Sure, his signature lopsided smirk was there. The one that both intimidated and intrigued people to and away from him. This expression was nothing new to you, had never made you bat an eye at the spread of it across his lips, or the sometimes cocky playful tone that accompanied it. Except now it seemed different. Felt different. He was looking at you so intensely, a look in his eyes that made your breath change and cheeks burn a little hot—it was god awful hot in the pub right now as if the air had been sucked out, like Druig was using up all the air to stare at you, to taunt you with that unreadable look, the placement of his hand. And it was making you think you drank too much, and put your nerves on edge at the same frustrating time. Two feelings you’d never felt when you were around Druig.
“I said,” his lips quirk up a bit more as he leans forward a bit, making his chest move into your space, brushing against your shoulder. His face so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath as he speaks, “I bet I can make you fall for me before Christmas.”
You let out a soft laugh, that slowly turns into a breathy chuckle once you realize he’s serious. His expression not changing, his face reading stoic seriousness mixed with that cockiness that you supposed got you here in the first place. Your comment earlier about ragging on him when all of the girls in the pubs head had turned when he walked in, striking a cord with him apparently. And if you didn’t know Druig you’d figure it would just be the cool leather jacket and smirk that always seemed to reel the girls in. But Druig was more than that, he had layers to him that once they were peeled back—once he let them be peeled back—you could see that there was more to him than a pretty boyish face.
So when you said, jokingly, that he could make any girl fall in love with him without effort. That he probably took too much pride in the fact, him and his dumb smirk—something that could not be far from true when it came to Druig. But it had made the two of you laugh and joke about it until beers were ordered and you’d moved on to other topics. Or so you thought. Until now, as if he’s testing your tease, your bluff.
“What?” He asks, his smirk turns into a half sided grin. There’s a beat where neither of you speak, or make an attempt to answer, as if everything that has been spoken into reality is settling into locked eyes, shared breaths, and uneasy unexplainable feelings. “You said you bet I could make any girl in here fall for me easily, right?” He picks, teases, throws your words back at you, “so let’s test this theory, win or lose we both get bragging rights. And I know you enjoy proving me wrong, love.” The hand on your knee squeezes and it makes you scowl at him.
“This is a joke right?”
“Do you want it to be?”
“Is it?” He chuckles lowly, “you’re the one who said it.”
“Yes, but not me!” You laugh at the absurdity of the whole thing, but part of you was not too surprised that Druig was challenging such a thing—the context itself yes—the two of you loved to pick and tease the other to the point where others got annoyed while hanging out with the two of you together. The constant banter and love to keep the other one going was what you loved about your friendship. There was never a dull moment.
“Why?” His eyes drift down to where his hand rests on your knee, it moves slightly, the smallest of an inch, the intake of breath you do definitely from nerves. And when his eyes trail up your figure, his gaze falling to your lips, his voice low, teasing, full of intent. “Think you’ll lose?”
And as if you’ve never been sure of anything more than this you accept the bet with the determination to see Druig eat his words.
𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)
You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive. It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.
If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them. It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.
For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex. But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand. In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically. He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family. You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.
You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.
And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks. Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.
Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again. Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.
So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival. Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.
The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English. Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.
Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.
Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment. You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.
The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different. He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.
You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms. Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.
“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.
He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him. As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you. No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.
But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner. His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.
“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.
“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side. “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”
“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.
“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.
Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs. Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.
Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap. You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?
Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.
“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”
“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.
“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.
“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.
“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck.
“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.
“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder. You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.
“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.
“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.
James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.
“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you. “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”
The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.
“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued. “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least? Always by my side… like any good pet.”
A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly. You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him. But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.
James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.
“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal. “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”
“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.
“You want more, don’t you? Tako očajno…” he chuckled. You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips. “You want to be fucked, yes?”
“Yes,” you moaned.
“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.
Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.
James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.
He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.
“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.
“Yes I do,” you denied. “Because he told me to.”
Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip. You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.
You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.
“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.
“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.
“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.
Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.
You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.
“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.
“N-no, please,” he blurted out.
“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go. You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.
“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”
“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him. But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant. “You find them attractive, don’t you?”
“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like. And tasted like.”
Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).
You looked at Sam expectantly. “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”
His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track. “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.
“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”
His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.
“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.
“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into. You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.
“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted. “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”
Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.
Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.
“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.
“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare. Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove. “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.
You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”
Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.
Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate. And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.
He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.
“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth. “Fuck, can I come?”
“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.
You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.
“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples. “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock. I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”
As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.
“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.
“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.
Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting. “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two. And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.
“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected. “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”
You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance. It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.
That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see. Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.
“Yes, sir,” you whispered.
It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side. But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.
He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long. “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”
“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.
He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress. “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”
A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.
Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.
The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.
“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”
“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.
“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.
You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.
“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come. You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you. “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.
You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers. “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.
Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste. You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.
He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression. They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.
"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.
"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.
All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option. He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly. Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?
“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.
“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.
But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep. You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.
“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.
“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned. "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."
“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”
You felt him nod against the back of your neck. “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you. Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.
The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him. He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.
He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.
"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?
"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.
It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years. Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.
dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”
lutka = лутка = “doll”
draga = драга = “dear/beloved”
tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"
tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"
YOU FAKE AN ✨ORGASM✨ (JJK)
Feat ~ Yuji, Megumi, Gojo, and Nanami
Summary ~ When they overhear you talking to your friend/s about faking an orgasm…
Cw ~ NSFW 18+, Some Crack, Some fluff, 3rd Year! Yuji & Megumi, Sub Fem! Reader, Kinda Long, Face Sitting, Established Relationships, Aggressive Megumi, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Squirting, Exhibition?, Gojo’s has a lil angst, Soft Morning Sex + Praise, Nanami Favoritism, Just Nanami being the love my life and the most perfect man ever
A/n ~ I feel like I wrote the Gojo one so bad 💀 omg pls let me know what y’all think!
⭒ You and Nobara were just having your daily girl talk, till the conversation went to your sex life
⭒ You and Yuji had been together since 1st year and recently became sexually active
⭒ The sex was great [let em know] but he wanted to fuck literally every second of every day💀
⭒ You’re definitely sure you’ve acquired a permanent limp [Queue Nobara laughing her ass off]
⭒ “But last night I pretended to orgasm and I feel so bad about it,” You confided without knowing who was coming up behind you
⭒ Little did you know Yuji spotted you across the courtyard and ran over to greet you [bestie stop ✋🏽]
⭒ “Wait, what??”
⭒ He literally hesitated to give you a hug!! He looked like a kicked puppy :(
⭒ Nobara decided to excuse herself lmao [she started this convo - COME BACK HOE]
⭒ He turned you around by your shoulders, “ Is that true Y/n?” He asked seriously [oh the duality]
⭒ “ Babe! It’s not that it doesn’t feel good-“
⭒ “ Answer the question, Y/n”
⭒ You averted your attention to the ground, “ Y-yes”
⭒ HE LITERALLY DRAGS YOU TO HIS DORM LMAO [on a whole mission]
⭒ Once y’all get there and he closed his door, you started trying to explain yourself
⭒ “Yuji, I was really tired-“
⭒ “Are you tired right now?” He asks as he casually takes off his top
⭒ “ N-no”
⭒ You watched as he literally laid on the bed before pointing to his mouth 👄
⭒ “Come sit here then, lemme check somethin’.”
⭒ SIR 😭✋🏽
⭒ Literally made you cum on his face all day, y’all didn’t even HAVE sex, it was just all about you bb [AHEM sukuna might’ve helped out- 👀]
⭒ Before you knocked tf out he kissed your forehead
⭒ “Next time just tell me you’re tired baby.”
⭒ Pls, makes sure to say he loved you before cuddling and falling asleep together [brb cryin rn, lucky bitch]
⭒ Again the convo was spurred on by Nobara HAHAHA but Maki was there as well [also Panda and Inumaki]
⭒ You actually were being kinda distant with Megs because you couldn’t look him in the face after faking the big “O” a couple days prior
⭒ And he noticed your distance, but instead of asking what was wrong he listened in on the group convo from a distance [no one noticed him]
⭒ “ Did you and Megumi have an argument or something?” Nobara asked [everyone was sitting in a circle on the training grounds]
⭒ “ Yeah, you guys seem distant,” Maki added
⭒ “ Salmon, salmon”
⭒ Not you feeling attacked LMAO 👄
⭒ “ It’ wasn’t an argument but,” you hesitated,” It’s kinda sex r-related… though”
⭒ Panda SNORTED
⭒ Megumi legit made the face in the pic above ^
⭒ He thought he was pleasing you the way you wanted? Did he have an off day or something?? Also why couldn’t you have this talk with him instead? [He was literally wracking his brain trying to understand]
⭒ “ He was having a hard time um, hitting THAT spot,” you buried your head in your hands,” So I kinda faked a you know what before he could get frustrated…”
⭒ Now, what really pissed Megs off was not only did you expose your shared sex life with friends but the fact that they made a complete JOKE out of him
⭒ “Aww Megumi’s still a little baby” Maki cried.
⭒ Everyone were making little digs about him as if he couldn’t fuck you right, you honestly regretted saying anything to them now but it was too late
⭒ Megumi was LIVID, he texted you “come to my room right fucking now” before storming off [ya done goofed y/n]
⭒ The text definitely caught you off guard but you quickly excused yourself from the group to check on him
⭒ When you finally got there his door was already open, “Megumi, are you ok-“
⭒ “Get on the fucking bed” [THE DIFFERENCE FROM HIM AND YUJI LMAO]
⭒ You scurried in forgetting to close the door, “Megumi, did I do-“
⭒ “ I don’t want to hear that fucking question out of your mouth”
⭒ *pikachu face*
⭒ “ D-did you hear-“
⭒ He glared at you, “You make a fool out of me? Loud and clear Y/n”
⭒ “I told you to get on the fucking bed” he grunted as he pushed you down [my coochie 💦]
⭒ When I tell you he dipped his hands in your panties so quick
⭒ “ Now, what you’re gonna do is let everyone hear just how pathetic you moan for me” He declared, immediately inserting two fingers inside you [you were already embarrassingly wet so he was met with no resistance]
⭒ Before you could even apologize he hooked his fingers up so aggressively against your g-spot, causing you to arch sharply into the bed
⭒ “ What could this be, Y/n?” He mocked in your ear before adding his thumb to your clit
⭒ ” You better earn my forgiveness, pet.” [This man has a dark side, runs in the fam 🏃♀️]
⭒ When I tell you he had you screaming and squirting till you ruined your underwear [and his sheets]
⭒ Anyone who passed by that hall could hear everything from your wet pussy sounds to you sobbing for forgiveness and confessing how much you loved him
⭒ Don’t even get me started when he finally decided to fuck you ✨✨ [tell me why sukuna was so proud HAHA domain expansion on that puthy-]
⭒ Let’s just say that Nobara, Maki, Panda, and Inumaki were real quiet the next day 🥴
⭒ I could see you both having makeup sex after an small argument but you were still pissed specifically at his smart mouth
⭒ He would say things in your ear like “Miss dramatic” or “See, there was no problem” or “If you wanted makeup sex just say so, baby” between thrusts as if that was what you wanted to hear [sir 😭 read the room]
⭒ You literally fake orgasmed and then rolled over and went to sleep after he finished, see what he’s not gonna do is act all cocky and play down you being legitimately upset
⭒ He felt the tension but he thought you were just being extra so he left it alone and went to sleep too [tried to cuddle but you shrugged him off]
⭒ Gojo didn’t like to go to bed mad, and he also was the type of person who would wake up the next day and expected everyone else to be over any issues from the previous day
⭒ So when he noticed the next day that you still weren’t back to normal he was perplexed, but still kissed your forehead with a, “Love you, I’m off” before heading to work
⭒ If Gojo wasn’t upset then it’s almost as if nobody else possibly could be either, once he’s moved on from a situation he expects the same for everyone else [which is ✨unrealistic✨]
⭒ When it was time to head home in the afternoon he made sure to pick up your favorite food as always
⭒ He may laugh and make light of most situations but he did love you more than anything and wanted you happy [but he still hadnt realized that it was his fresh mouth that started all this in the first place]
⭒ So IMAGINE his shock when he came through the door and heard you on the phone saying you faked your orgasm the night before to a friend 👁 [and with attitude too]
⭒ Mans was buffering at the door
⭒ Instant denial, He cannot believe nor accept that he couldn’t make you cum, he’s the best at everything, especially fucking you stupid
⭒ “Y/n, you can be mad all you want but you shouldn’t lie to your friends.”
⭒ THE AUDACITY and he said it with the straightest face too
⭒ “Girl I gotta go, bye”
⭒ He brought the food to the kitchen counter before continuing.
⭒ “So, why are you lying on my sex game Y/n? That’s petty.”
⭒ Thisssss man is so irritating LMAO [don’t get it confused I love him still]
⭒ “I wasn’t lying,” you sighed as you joined him in the kitchen, “I don’t like when you make it seem as if I never have a right to be upset about anything you say or do.”
⭒ “… So how does that correlate to you “faking” an orgasm?” He chuckled. Still thought you were lying.
⭒ You don’t know if it was the fact that he still couldn’t believe you, or that he laughed but you started sniffling [aww bb]
⭒ “Y/nnnn, whats wrong?” He leaned down to your level with his large hand on top of your head, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
⭒ I- 😭 nanami come get him before I do
⭒ “No, I’m not fucking pregnant you asshole!” You brushed his hand off your head, “When you talk down to me like a baby, when you say things like “Miss dramatic” or “See, there was no problem” it invalidates my feelings! I was actually mad yesterday but you completely disregarded that possibility. So yes! I faked an orgasm because I didn’t want to bother with you in that moment!”
⭒ … well you totally exploded
⭒ It was eerily silent, the only sound being your heavy breathing
⭒ Gojo slowly bent back up to his full height, not before wiping your stray tear with his thumb
⭒ He sighed before pulling you into his chest
⭒ “… Listen baby,” he paused before continuing, “I’m sorry for making you feel like that, alright?”
⭒ He leaned down to kiss your forehead, “It wasn’t my intention to upset you to the point of feeling the need to fake your pleasure to get away from me, you know I love you right?”
⭒ You remained silent trying not to completely combust into tears
⭒ “Y-yes, I know… and I love you too”
⭒ The rest of the evening was spent cuddling and talking as you guys ate the food he brought home
⭒ There were a lot of pent of emotions and you both needed to work on your communication
⭒ Gojo was now more aware of how his word choice could really affect you and promised to do better
⭒ You also promised to come straight to him whenever you had an issue instead of bottling it up
⭒ Y’all didn’t have sex that night, but the next morning he softly made love to you, constantly whispering praises in your ear till he was late for work 💓
⭒ PLS THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN HAHAHA
⭒ So thanks for reading! Pls comment which was your fav✨
⭒ Ok I’m kidding [I’m not] but let me try anyways
⭒ Um [not me scratching my head rn], okay I got something
⭒ Nanami is a very dutiful and loyal husband
⭒ His only priority is making sure you are 100% taken care of
⭒ So this leads into him literally fucking you everyday after 8:30 pm 😭, he kinda subconsciously does everything on an internal clock
⭒ Doesn’t matter if he is tired, hungry, or sick, he is fulfilling his duty of making sure you get a preview of heaven’s gates every night 😌
⭒ It’s very sweet at it’s core but sometimes it felt like it was a chore for him and it kinda made you unsure of yourself
⭒ You want to know that he was doing you because he wanted to, not because he had to
⭒ It probably all came to a head one day when he was drilling your shit at exactly 8:53 pm
⭒ It was amazing, wonderful, mind shattering...
⭒ Till you noticed the occasional cough
⭒ He wasn’t letting up on his thrusts though, but you started to worry about his cough
⭒ So you faked an orgasm because you didn’t want him to strain himself anymore
⭒ And guess what?? The next day he had to stay home from work because he was fucking sick
⭒ Being the best wife ever of course you took care of him, and gave him soup, medicine, and changed his towels
⭒ He looked like he wanted to say something to you the whole time but nothing ever came up though
⭒ When he was taking a nap some time in the afternoon you called your friend to pass some time
⭒ An innocent phone call turned into a whole vent session
⭒ You expressed that you should’ve noticed Nanami wasn’t feeling well the second he came home
⭒ You felt horrible knowing that he exerted his energy like that just for you and now he was sick
⭒ You honestly just spilled everything to them not knowing that Nanami was very much awake and listening
⭒ “When I heard him coughing I faked my orgasm so he could rest,” you said quietly, “I don’t want him to force himself for-“
⭒ “Y/n, come here”
⭒ You literally squeaked when you heard him lmao [caught in 4k 📸]
⭒ You quickly hung up your phone [didn’t even say bye] and shuffled to your shared bedroom
⭒ “Baby, I-“
⭒ “Look at me”
⭒ You looked up at him as you sat on the bed
⭒ “I don’t make love to you every day because I have to Y/n,” he stopped to cough [the only man that can interrupt me 🥴]
⭒ “I do it because you’re all I think about during my day, you’re all I dream about at night. I don’t do it because it’s my duty I do it because I desperately yearn for you, Y/n. Every. Single. Day”
⭒ You felt you chest heat up as he gazed intensely at you and your figure before he chuckled
⭒ “What man in his right mind would ever need to be “forced” to sleep with you?”
⭒ At this point you couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore
⭒ “Uh l-let me change your towel~aH!”
⭒ He expertly pinned you beneath him, his eyes playful as he began trailing hot kisses down your neck.
⭒ “Nanami! Your sick, let me up you need to rest” You weakly pressed against his chest
⭒ “Hey Y/n” he trailed the wet kisses back up to your ear before smirking
⭒ “You think I don’t know how it feels when you really cum?”
⭒ [😭✋🏽 ￼not me getting giddy right now]
⭒ “Y-you knew already?!” you really couldn’t handle all the embarrassment, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
⭒ He leaned up to pull off his shirt, “I knew you meant well… I didn’t mind seeing you fuss over me for a bit”
⭒ Before you could even retort he covered your lips with his, hands already pulling down your underwear
⭒ Any resolve you had left was long gone as you softly moaned against him
⭒ “Look Y/n” he mumbled guiding your hand to his heavy erection
⭒ “This …is what you do to me”
⭒ “ So take accountability”
⭒ HA good luck walking tomorrow and ps. Your ass got sick too LMAOOO
⭒ No fr Nanami may be the more quiet type but he’s still a beast, so don’t worry about him too much bb :*
⭒ Worry about your cervix ^_−☆
A/n ~ This was so long lmaooo, idk why but I’m nervous if this was any good but again, thanks for reading
au pair (i)
summary: wealthy businessman james buchanan barnes and his wife hire an au pair to help them with their 5 year old son. soon, it’s not just his kid benefitting from the work of the new nanny.
pairing: wealthy dilf!bucky x reader
word count: 1.5k+
warnings: age gap [bucky is 39; reader is about 23]; bucky is married and has a kid; heaps of sexual tension; typical dad x babysitter fic; this is basically just to set the scene before we get into the filth lmao
a/n: my age gap bucky fics seem to be your favourites so here’s more. let me know what you think and if you want more of this x
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The clock on the stark white wall of his office ticked with every excruciatingly slow second that passed. It was the only sound in the room and Y/N couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably under the gaze of her potential new employer; the wealthy and unbelievably attractive, thirty something year old man who flew her out to New York just so she could attend this interview.
He apologised for his wife not being able to make it; something about her having to attend an urgent meeting with investors that afternoon. He offered her coffee, and when she agreed, he curtly sent off one of his assistants to fetch it for them.
It was a strange and intimidating situation; a job interview like no other Y/N had ever experienced in the past.
With his steel blue eyes regarding her carefully from across the glass coffee table, Y/N felt like a deer in headlights and she would have been lying if she said she wasn’t quaking with fear. The way he was watching her made Y/N feel beyond nervous. Her eyes struggled to meet his own, her fingers wrapped around the hem of her yellow summer dress, digits curled into fists with nothing but pure anxiety. Her thighs pressed together, back straight, adrenaline coursing through her veins.
“So,” he began, tearing his gaze away from her face to glance at the papers stacked in a neat pile atop the table. Her picture was printed on the front in black and white and she was smiling for the camera. At that particular moment in time, however, as she shifted on the plush leather sofa and attempted desperately to avoid his gaze, Y/N realised she had nothing to smile about.
This job interview was not going the way she had expected. In fact, she had no idea why she was invited in the first place; let alone flown out to the city to meet with him and paid for her troubles and her time. She clearly didn’t meet his or his wife’s expectations. That was plain to see.
“My wife is concerned by your lack of previous paid child caring experience.”
She cleared her throat. “Yeah, um...” She paused, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “I, uh- I decided to try something new this year.”
Y/N looked anywhere but his eyes as he reached over and picked up her file from the table. He began to flick through the pages, scanning each one for a brief moment before moving onto the next.
“It says here you play some instruments and that you... speak more than one language?”
She nodded her head timidly.
A moment of silence lingered in the air and Y/N watched nervously as he continued flicking through her file. Then, when he reached the end, long fingers straightening the bundle of pages before setting it back down on the table, Y/N wished for nothing more than for this interview to be over.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Y/N,” he said calmly, releasing a breath and leaning back on the sofa. He reached up and loosened his tie, popping the top button of his shirt, almost absentmindedly. Y/N tried not to think about how attractive he was but she couldn’t help it; the way he leaned back in his seat, thick thighs spread apart, black shirt tight around his biceps, would have made the most composed of women’s thoughts descend into perversion.
“My wife isn’t too impressed with your résumé. We have flown out two potential candidates to meet us, one of them being her choice, you being mine.”
Surprised, Y/N raised her eyebrow curiously, tearing her gaze away from his thighs and straightening her back.
He nodded, smiling in what had to be amusement at the confused expression across her face. After a short moment of her eyes scanning him inquisitively, he released a little chuckle.
“My wife wants an au pair who will teach a five year old algebra and how the stock market operates. She wants a little genius,” he explained, shaking his head as if in disapproval. Y/N said nothing about the way he spoke of his wife and kept her lips pursed, waiting for him to continue. “I want to hire someone who the kid can enjoy his time with. I think anyone can help a five year old with homework. I’m more concerned about him being able to have fun in a safe and educational environment.”
“That makes sense,” she nodded her head nervously, and the older man smiled at her words.
“I thought your résumé was the most authentic out of all the ones we have been sent and I think you can provide the type of care I want for my son.”
He laughed again, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his thighs. His eyes regarded her carefully, looking entertained with her confusion.
“I wouldn’t have invited to you here, paid for your flight, your hotel and your time if I thought otherwise, would I?”
The question hung unanswered in the air for a brief moment and Y/N couldn’t stop her cheeks from reddening. She felt like a fucking kid in front of this guy; the way he was watching her, humour and power in his demeanour. It made her nervous and shy, like he held all the authority in this situation.
“Now, while my wife may not be too happy about me hiring you, I think I can appease her. Maybe offer to hire a tutor of her choosing to see our boy a few times a week, while you, of course, move in with us.”
Y/N bit her lip again.
“I don’t want to cause a strain on your relationship,” she admitted sheepishly, but Mr Barnes only chuckled, shaking his head at her words.
“Believe me,” he began, sending her a look that she couldn’t quite read. “She’ll complain for a day; I’ll get her a nice apology gift, and within the week she won’t even acknowledge your presence in the house. She’s barely there as it is.”
“That doesn’t sound too convincing.”
He smiled, eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement as he picked up his cup of coffee and took a generous sip.
“It’s me hiring you, Y/N. All you need to concern yourself with is making my kid and me - as your employer - happy. That is all.” He set the cup down on the table and narrowed his eyes.
“Now, if you don’t mind, let’s go over the conditions of your employment,” he said, clearing his throat. “You’ll get your own room in our house and you can do with it as you please. All your duties have been outlined in the email I previously sent you. Your accommodation is free, and I will cover any bills, fees, expenses that you may have. Plus, of course, you will get an allowance. Does that sound okay?”
Y/N only nodded, honestly feeling like this was too good to be true.
“I ask that in return, you take the very best care of my son, that you are polite and you lead by example. I would ask that you refrain from bringing home friends without informing me beforehand and that you don’t... bring around boyfriends or casual sex partners. Is that understood?”
Y/N smiled shyly, cheeks heating up. “Yes, of course.”
“Great. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
He pushed himself up to stand, and Y/N’s eyes drifted to the tanned skin of his chest peeking out from beneath the undone button of his shirt. He walked around the coffee table, her gaze following him curiously all the while, until he came to a stop next to her and held out a hand for her to take.
Y/N’s heart beat rapidly when she accepted and allowed him to help her up to her feet. He was taller; six feet of pure muscle and a face that made her feel something unholy budding deep within. He was standing close; his proximity feeling strangely intimate but despite her growing nervousness, Mr Barnes didn’t seem to notice.
There was a smile across his face at the deal well struck and when Y/N swallowed thickly, unsure of the atmosphere between them, his eyes drifted to the valley between her breasts.
“I do have a word of warning, before you go,” he began, and Y/N could have sworn she saw a hint of mischief in his eyes. “My wife often gets quite jealous of other women. I would advise you to cover up a little bit more when she’s around.”
Cheeks flushed red, too shy to look him in the eyes, Y/N only nodded and looked down in embarrassment.
“Lucky for you, though, she isn’t around much and you will find me to be quite relaxed.”
Y/N remained quiet and allowed him to walk her to the door, his hand on the small of her back.
“It was great meeting you, Y/N. I will send over the remaining details and the contract later today, and then we can begin planning your move.”
He smiled warmly, completely ignorant to the way her face was flushed and the way in which she was biting her lip, feeling all sorts of strange at the peculiar atmosphere between them.
“It was great meeting you too,” she smiled, shyly and muttered a quick goodbye before leaving through the door he held open for her.
What if this is an au where the reader was like baby (innocent cinnamon roll/ absolutely obvious to anything) means the way the archons and twin travelers get when someone tries to insult us
Key word: tries
Or things like that or the other monsters and creatures too and just us focus on the fluffy animals lol:3
OHHH I love this!!! I wrote little scenarios/snippets of each of them! The travelers are both assumed to be the traveler in their section, with the hint that the other twin is the abyss twin just fyi! (That being said, my traveller is Aether, so Lumine is a bit more...ruthless in this lmao)
The archons (+ Travelers) when someone insults their Creator
cw: General cult-like behavior, slight yandere behavior, brief mention of violence (not against reader)
Their revered and beloved god was the perfect embodiment of a pure, sweet soul. The way their eyes lit up and they stopped to pet every animal, slime and monster they came across - it was very much endearing to their doting acolytes. That being said...you were also a little bit oblivious - which wasn't a bad thing, no! But it often meant you could not detect the insults or snappy tones some vermin decided to toss your way.
Oh, they'd all be fuming, but their reactions might differ a little...
He'd been watching you, perched upon the edge of a wall, strumming his lyre as he attempted to compose a ballad that could at least try to do your glory justice. You were gently playing with the birds and little critters, allowing them to climb over you as you giggled and gently fed them treats, engulfed in your own happy world.
Venti was happiest seeing you like this - joyful and filled with life. He matched your energy in that sense, and often the two of you would be lumped together as 'oblivious, yet lovable' by friends.
All it took was a passing comment from a total stranger - a comment about your naivete and childlike antics, spoken harshly and mockingly.
That was all it took to make the bard shake off his playful façade and become the archon who fought for the freedom of Mondstadt many years ago, as well as claiming a seat among the seven during the archon wars.
He may seem innocent, but as he set out to look for the vile filth that dared to sully your name (after ushering you to the safety of your other acolytes), that he became a true hunter. His aim was good enough to kill, deadly - and yet, he drew out the hunt for longer than needed - all to drive the point home.
No one was allowed to sully your name.
As he wiped off the blood from his recovered arrows, he slid back into the skin of your lovable bard, already skipping towards your abode - ready to perform you his newest songs, all praising your glory.
Zhongli appreciated the times you'd ask him to accompany anywhere - he did not mind where, as long as he was able to bathe in your divinity and live up to his duty of keeping you safe from all harm.
There you were now, on a busy street and curiously eyeing the candy store's display window, enamored with the fancy treats up on display.
"Those look great!" you grinned, tugging at Zhongli's sleeve to point them out to him. He cared not for sweets, but anything you'd wish for - he'd make sure you'd get.
He nodded, reaching into his pocket to pull out a bag of mora, handing it over to you.
"Buy anything you'd like, your grace," he bowed and watched you disappear into the shop with a fond smile. Of course, you could get anything for free, most likely - but you yourself had insisted on people's services requiring payment. He obliged.
"How unsightly for someone like that to be deemed the Creator," he caught someone murmuring as they watched the scene.
"I doubt they are. Look at them. Foolish and childish. Nothing to worship there-"
The slanderous gossip was put to an end as Zhongli approached slowly, outwardly calm and collected, inwardly seething with flames of fury.
"You dare disrespect our Divine Creator in such a manner?" he asked, voice perfectly even despite the golden glow within his eyes and the claws starting to grow from his nails.
Once you returned, clutching a bag of goodies, you ran up to Zhongli. You failed to notice the dust covering his suit or the slightly disheveled state of his hair - instead handing out a chocolate treat to him.
"I got this for you!" you beamed at him and he could not help but melt - honored to be on the receiving end of your infinite kindness.
"Thank you, your grace. I will treasure it greatly."
"Treasure it by eating it!" you chuckled, beginning your walk back towards your temple happily, not noticing the rubble of stone and a singular, angry pillar protruding out of the ground in an alleyway.
"I hope the others are back too! I got everyone some sweets," you hummed happily, taking a bite of one.
He did wish your kindness was not quite as endless sometimes.
The archon of Electro, despite her outward composed nature - would be very protective of you. The times you two go out, she's have a group of specialized guards tailing the two of you, making sure no harm would befall her beloved Creator.
She enjoyed the sweet, childlike nature you often displayed, as it made her more comfortable to unleash a similar part of herself when around you, but that being said, she'd still have her guard up.
You were happily munching away at some dango, allowing her to feed it to you with a serene smile on your pure face. Oh how she lived to see that expression on your face.
Still, it seemed like some people were foolish enough to attempt to wipe it off your face - foolish enough to wish harm upon you.
All it would take is a passing whisper of a comment to set her off and unleash a furious beast - one as harsh and deadly as a bolt of lightning.
She was glad you were often naïve to the cruelties behind people's words, as she would not be able to restrain herself if someone was able to make you frown.
"Would you like to go buy some dango milk, your grace?" she offered, her body already buzzing with the fury of thunder as she glanced at the unassuming gossipers nearby.
You were quick to agree, and she handed you a generous bag of mora, sending you on your way with an entourage of half an army.
The skies darkened and lightning cracked upon the skies as she turned to the disrespectful heretics, her body enveloped in deadly purple as she drew her sword.
She would be quick and merciless, making an example of those that dared to try to insult you. Thunder crashed into the ground angrily, turning many heads as she punished the sinners, seething with the energy of the lightning.
After her victims were burn to a crisp with the fury of her powers, she quickly turned to go and find you, a satisfied smile on her face and her nature composed once more.
She hoped you'd be generous enough to offer you a sip of dango milk from your bottle - just the thought of it making her giddy as she walked away from the scene.
Aether is the more reckless and emotional of the traveler twins, and with the loss of his sister weighing heavily upon his shoulders, he would be even more protective of the Creator, the one who had so lovingly guided him in his and his sister's endeavors before arriving in Teyvat.
He'd be much like a guard dog - friendly and warm with you, but able to glare at anyone else who he deemed suspicious. He was glad you were able to find amusement and company from Paimon, his floating companion's energy often matching yours as you laughed away at silly things.
Not that he'd consider anything you liked silly.
He'd always take time between his adventures and commissions to spend time with you, unable to take you along despite your pleas. Your other acolytes were much too concerned for your wellbeing and safety, and much as he hated to part from you, he did agree.
This is why he treasured moments like these so much.
You plucking dandelion's from the ground happily and gently blowing on them to make the feathery seeds dance around in the air around you. You looked angelic and perfect, and Aether found solace and home within those picturesque moments.
It added all the more fuel to his frustration when some ignorant asshole bumped into you, making you stumble.
"Oh, sorry!" you chirped apologetically, still beaming with a bright smile.
"You should watch where the hell you're going!" the figure snapped at you.
Aether saw red.
Gently, he ushered you and Paimon away, motioning for his companion to get you away from the area while he dealt with this...vermin.
His lesson to the offender would be a harsh beating - Aether not even willing to waste his elemental energy upon them. He wouldn't kill them - it's not his style, but he'd leave them with a memorable lesson for life.
Don't be surprised if an unrecognizably beaten figure begins to bring countless offerings to your shrines.
Lumine is the more collected and level-headed twin. Her presence around you was less...obviously feral. She'd accompany you happily wherever you'd like to go when she has time off, and while she wouldn't outwardly glare at every suspicious stranger, she would adopt a more...unapproachable aura when she is with you.
She took you out to eat and brought you gifts from her travels, happy to see your joy - untainted by the cruelties the world had to offer. She had lost her brother to the abyss, and while losing a loved one was painful, seeing the world change them was even more painful - at least in her eyes.
So, your sweet and innocent nature was something she had to protect - it was her duty to you as your first vessel and dedicated follower.
If someone was foolish enough to insult you in the presence of Lumine...well, they wouldn't be in for a good time.
Her first reaction would be shock, frozen still and unable to believe her ears - her beloved god being sacrilegiously slandered right before them? But then, she'd be quick to act - reassuring you with a sweet smile and a squeeze of her soft hand as she pointed out a group of strays awaiting to be fed nearby, successfully distracting you and getting you away from this...filth.
She was not the famed traveler who defeated Stormterror, who fought the infamous 11th Fatui Harbigner Tartaglia, who smacked some sense into the Electro archon in Inazuma - without reason. She has a moral code, and wouldn't easily resort to murder quite easily - but she could be ruthless when the scenario called for it.
Depending on the severity of their attempt to defame you - she'd punish them accordingly. There are some things that cannot be atoned for, in her mind, at least.
Satisfied with her work, she'd sprint over to you, her appearance still pristine and the questionable red under her fingernails was not something you took note of, luckily.
As you smiled at her, inviting her to sit with you as you cradled a kitten in your arms, she was sure of one thing.
She'd protect her Creator and their innocence with every fiber of her being.
Elliot x reader where reader is the school flirt but she isn’t ready to be in a committed relationship because growing up she never saw anyone in her family in a healthy relationship, so the thought of being trapped in a loveless relationship scares her but Elliot is ready to prove her wrong.
pairing — elliot x perez!reader
warnings — a hint of angst but overall fluff, reader is maddy's sister, cursing.
summary — growing up in a family without any influence of a healthy relationship, your faith in romance faded with time—but there is one person willing to show you that love doesn't always have to break.
note — wow this is such a good request! i loved this concept but i particularly didn't like how it turned out so i'm rlly sorry if this sucks lmao, i hope you like it anyways and don't hesitate to let me know what you think <3
you jumped at the sound of your name, shutting your locker close with a thud that should've have been that loud after the small scare.
"jesus christ." you breathed out. your heart was beating a tad bit faster now that your brain had some seconds to recognize the voice that pronounced the call of your name. "fuck, elliot, you scared me..."
you allowed yourself only a quick glance towards elliot's face before passing past him with hurried steps down the school hall.
he was the last person you wanted to see right now, but you also couldn't just get away from him all of sudden without looking suspicious, so you didn't try to stop him when you heard the sound of footfalls that indicated elliot was following you close behind.
"did i do something?"
"what?" you almost choked on air at his question. it was hard not to stutter. "the hell you're talking about?"
you knew you couldn't afford to look at him or it would hurt you even more, so you fought back hard the urge to turn to face him when elliot catched up to you. you could see the conflicted expression on his face by the corner of your eyesight now, and a sharp stab of pain shot to your heart.
"hey, stop," elliot's touch was gentle when he lightly grabbed on your arm to make you stop walking. he didn't need to try hard for you to give in. "just talk to me."
"i am talking to you."
"you know that's not what i mean." and you did, in fact. you knew elliot wanted you to talk to him about why you were acting so damn strange, but a part of you was afraid to make yourself fragile by showing him one of your most vulnerable parts.
your throat contracted to the point where you felt like it was hard to breathe.
you shouldn't have even let elliot come that close to you, you never allowed anyone else to do that. but that night, when you met him at the new year's party, you couldn't deny it when you realized, within minutes of conversation, that you liked talking to him—that was enough for you to realize he was different than all the other guys you had ever been with before. you also just couldn't say no when he flashed you that flirting grin that he wore so well and asked you out on a date.
that one date turned into two, then three. then, when you last expected it, you were already looking forward to every day you knew you'd be able to see him at school. you were already checking your phone every few minutes in anticipation of the silly texts he would send you everyday because they always managed to put a dumb smile on your face.
you looked up at elliot and, as he held your gaze, you remembered what you shouldn't have let yourself forget in the past days: the farther away you stayed from love, the better off you would be. you looked away.
but elliot wasn't going to let you go just that easily, it seemed.
"look, i didn't miss the way you started ignoring my calls. or how you didn't answer to any of my last texts. and right now i'm noticing that you can't even look me in the eye..." he paused when a brief huff of frustation escaped his lips. "but if i did something to upset you, please let me know and i can promise you that, whatever it is, i'll fix it."
it felt so unfair that elliot thought this was his fault. he did absolutely nothing wrong—in fact, the boy had treated you better than anyone else ever did. you couldn't just let him keep thinking he was the problem.
so you said: "you want me to tell you what happened?"
"i really like you, elliot." you blurted, then swallowed hard before taking a deep breath to gather up some courage so you could stare into his eyes again. "like, really like you. and realizing that made me terrified because i don't think i'll ever not be too afraid to let myself fall in love."
you waited for the feeling of regret to come sinking after you said those words out loud, but it didn't.
your thoughts ran back to all the reasons why this was probably the first time you were admiting your feelings for someone. you thought about your parents, who lived in the same house, shared two daughters, but could go days without talking or even looking at each other. you thought about your sister, maddy, and the countless times you'd have to hold her while she cried the night away after nate hurt her. you thought about how you scared you felt of turning into your parents or your sister.
but still, you didn't regret telling elliot how you felt about him—honestly, you felt light. for some reason, you were fine with the realization that you didn't mind at all the feeling that it would be easy for you to fall in love with the boy standing in front of you.
"y/n..." elliot started after a beat of silence. there was somthing different in the way he was looking at you now. you couldn't quite decipher it until you heard his next words. "i really like you, too."
the words hit you like a punch in the gut, because before you could even allow yourself to feel happy, doubt came rushing back in. the kind of doubt you've been feeling your whole life, every time someone tried to enter your heart, the kind of doubt that clouded all your coherent thoughts.
the feeling must have caused a visible change in your expression, because elliot took a step closer to you. the next second, he was holding both sides of your face with his hands.
"don't look at me like you don't believe it, because i have never been more honest in my life." he reassured you. his voice was clear, not faltering. "i—y/n, i can imagine how hard it must be for you, but you can't give this up before even giving me a chance."
"i think you're right." you admitted in a whisper. it was a miracle elliot even heard you with how low your voice came out, but he did—you could tell. "but you have to know you'll have to be patient with me."
"trust me, i will." elliot said with a smike thatyour own lips mirrored. you didn't say it, but you already did trust him. "whatever you need."