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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Late Night Favor (Shadow Monster x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Urban Fantasy

Warnings: Explicit content up ahead (18+ ONLY), Oral, Fingering

Word Count: 4000 Words

Summary: A couple of small good deeds leaves you with a late night visitor, looking to repay a debt.

Request: "You unknowingly rescue a shadow monster and bring it home with you, after a couple days of lurking in the shadows of your home and recuperating it shows you just how thankful it is." I had this idea forever ago but was never able to execute it. My opening idea was that a few kids are shining flashlights at something, tormenting it, and you swoop in to save it and chase the kids away. You thought they were hurting a cat or something, but find nothing and head home.

What do you think? Would you like to take it on? I'd be honored if you would 😊

A/N: *Throws this into the street to appease for the fact I haven’t updated Out of the Woods in THREE MONTHS IM SORRY*

It was the perfect weather for a lazy day inside. The pitter patter of the rain on your window had almost lulled you back to sleep during breakfast, and the thunder had provided great ambiance for reading. You hadn’t bothered changing out of your pajamas and we’re enjoying a soap opera binge on the coach when the peace was disturbed.

At first it was just the sound of clattering trash cans, not uncommon from the alley outside your window. But then it was followed by the raucous laughter of teenagers, rocks being thrown against the concrete, and a sharp hissing.

You hoist yourself up and off the couch, meandering toward the balcony, expecting to see a bunch of kids fucking around; Maybe using the cover of the fire escape to hide from the rain and smoke some weed.

Ah, memories.

But instead, you see a huddled group of boys pointing a flashlight into the pile of garbage right by the dumpster. One of them picks up a pebble and throws it into the light beam, causing another hiss and a jerk of movement. The boys laugh even louder, the one on the right nudging the one with the flashlight.

“Dude, do it again!”

Flashlight agrees, quickly moving the light into another corner as the one on the left throws a rock in the opposite direction. A shape of pitch black hisses again, deterred by the rock and scared by the brightness. Your brow furrows.

“Hey!”

The boys jump, looking in all directions.

“What are you three doing down there?” They finally look up at you, messy-haired and bleary-eyed. They shrug and ignore you, one even throwing another rock, bigger than before. There’s a sad yelp as it collides with the blackness.

You grit your teeth, grabbing your jacket off a nearby shelf and yell again.

“Fuck off! Leave the poor thing alone!”

They all laugh insufferably, the way most stuck up teenagers do.

“Or what?”

You shrug on your raincoat, picking up the baseball bat you keep strategically placed by your couch.

“Or I’ll come down and make you, jackass!”

You kick open your fire escape, slippers already damp, and start marching down the staircases. The boys get the message and run away, still jeering and laughing. Seems you weren’t as intimidating as you’d like.

You shuffle down the fire escape, slowing down as you approach the poor creature. You lower your back and peak under the dumpster.

“It's okay, little guy, I won’t hurt ya.” You set down your bat and crouch, kissing your lips as you hold out your free hand. All you see is a hint of glowing eyes, nervously peering out, before the dark shape disappears completely, hidden by the shadow of the dumpster. You’re tempted to sit down and wait for it, hoping to check if the poor stray was injured, but the wet concrete looks unappealing. The bottom of your sweats are already drenched.

You stand up, sigh, and go back up the fire escape. You unlatch the dusty pet door on your sliding glass balcony and make sure to leave a hot thing of milk and some water just outside. You ponder going out to get cat food, but the well-timed weather report tells you to stay off the streets. Slumping back down on the couch, you keep on eye on your fire escape, hoping that whatever it was, it’s okay.

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The next day is sunny, the rain clearing away any air pollution and leaving blue skies to shine down through your window, waking you up extra early. As you sit down with a cup of coffee, switching on the news before starting work, you notice the empty bowls on your balcony.

You set down the mug, walking over to the door and checking the bowls. Seems that little stray had needed the refreshment, as both were licked clean.

You refill them, making sure to add cat food to your grocery list.

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After a long day of work, you’re feeling particularly domestic and decide to bake some cookies. Your brain is sore after staring at a screen for eight hours straight, a simple task like this is the perfect thing to keep it from melting completely.

You open up your window, letting the cool night air into your kitchen as you check on your baking cookies. Wiping flour off your pants, you turn on the radio and throw a glance to your living room.

You had set up a tiny blanket pallet right next to your pet door, the weatherman’s warning of another thunderstorm tonight having you worried for your stray. Hopefully a full belly of milk will convince them that your house is safe enough to find shelter in.

But the afternoon is beautiful, not too cold and not too hot, only the slight tang of metal in the air hinting to rain. With a ding from the oven, you take out the cookies and set them on a cooling tray on your window. The smell of cinnamon and sugar wafts over you as you take a sip of your tea, staring out into the city streets. Small puddles still speckle the pavement, catching the headlights of nearby cars and flashy billboards.

A quick sound, something hitting your balcony door, that jerks you out of your reverie. You set down your mug and slowly peek out from your kitchen, wondering if you should’ve grabbed a kitchen knife. But it’s just your pet door, flapping back and forth in front of two, now empty, bowls. Aww, seems your stray took a step inside. Too bad you missed it.

The gurgle of your stomach convinces you to take a crack at the cookies. If they were too hot, you could just wash them down with a nice glass of milk anyway. Maybe even put on a sitcom while you snack.

You lightly tap the top cookie; Warm, but not unbearable. Steam rises as you break it open, blowing in the middle and taking a tiny bite.

Fuck, good job _____.

They’re perfectly done, just soft enough to melt in your mouth. You grab two more, holding them in between your fingers as you hold the other half in your mouth. Maybe you could bring the batch into work tomorrow, give your coworkers a nice surprise. That is if you didn't have 10 tonight. But 20 should be just enough-

Huh, that’s weird. There's only 19, including the one still dangling out of your mouth.

You could’ve sworn you baked 20.

Well whatever. Your coworkers can handle not coming back for seconds tomorrow.

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“Ow! Fuck!”

You bite your lip, trying not to yell out more curse words as you rub your stubbed toe. You limp to your kitchen, fumbling for the light switch to avoid another incident. All you had wanted was a midnight sweet snack, was that so difficult? You’d thought you could navigate your apartment pretty easily in the dark, but the pain in your foot says otherwise.

The light flickers as you finally find the switch, reminding you that you’re going to need to change the bulb sometime soon. But that's a problem for another day; Right now, it’s cookie time.

You don’t bother pouring yourself a glass or getting a plate, devouring the treat in three bites and throwing back a quick swig of milk. It’s almost midnight, not like anyone’s watching-

Oh, wait.

You slowly close the fridge door, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake the little stray curled up, asleep. The little ball of black was snuggled into the pallet, tossing and turning. A flash of lightning cracks outside your apartment, washing your living room with light. The ball jerks in shock, the thunder afterwards only frightening it more, forcing it to curl up even tighter.

You take small and light steps towards the tiny bed, not wanting to approach the scared beast too quickly. The room is lit up again by another lightning strike and the little stray forces it’s body backwards and away from the window. You crouch down real low, the small bits of light helping your eyes adjust to the layout.

“How are you doing, little guy?” You whisper, mostly to yourself, tapping your fingers against your carpet. Part of you wants to pet it, but think it might be better not to. No need to startle it. “Is the lightning scary? You can come to my room if you want, I’ll protect ya.”

Midst the black, you see two little eyes, little blips of light that open with another flash of lightning. But they aren’t yellow, nor are they slitted, nor are they anything remotely animal.

They're like the headlights of a car, blinding white with no definition at all. Not even pupils. You're startled, eye’s widening as the creature lifts it’s head. A long smile runs across their face, full of razor sharp teeth.

“Oh my, that sounds delightful.” They purr, and you find yourself losing your footing and falling back on your ass. Your fingers dig into the carpet as their body slowly begins to unfurl out of a ball and stretch into a massive form, as if their whole size had been hidden away somewhere else; Like it had been literally in the shadows.

You scramble backwards, breath picking up as the creature stretches it’s long limbs, colorless eyes still locked onto you as it stands up and up. It rolls back its shoulders as it sits on its haunches, its form still towering over you even when crouched. You notice the shades of huge antlers sticking out from the side of their head, only adding to their intimidating height.

The creature still has that terrifying smile, all canines and no molars, it’s unblinking eyes still staring deep into your soul.

You’ve heard people do weird things in times of high stress, of strong emotions, good and bad. Like the wires in your brains get crossed when trying to find the right response.

“Uh, do you want a cookie?”

You think you get that now.

The creature chuckles, a soft timbre that echoes unnaturally.

“No, dearie, I have already indulged in your confections. You see,” They creature leans forward, falling to its knees to crawl towards you. If it weren’t for the overwhelming fear constricting your heart, you’d almost think it was seductive, “You’ve done so much for me these past days, I think it’d be only fair if I helped you indulge in a far-” The creature’s face looms over yours, their arms caging your sides as they lick their lips, “-sweeter treat, yes?”

Your eyes search their face, trying to find signs of trickery or malice, maybe even some demonic sense of humor.

As if I’d even know what that looks like.

“Are you-” You catch a breath, now noticing the fine musculature of their shoulders, and the definition of their arms, “Are you propositioning me, like, for sex?”

The creature laughs again, their eyes crinkling up as they throw their head back. But when they look back down at you, you can almost feel the lust radiating off their gaze, details be damned.

“Yes, lovely, I am.”

You take your eyes off their face, a little too overwhelmed to stare directly into their blistering expression. Not to mention the blinding light which has begun to put red spots into your vision.

Instead, your eyes fall upon their thick thighs, the small tail waving behind them, and how unnervingly sexy you find the way their claws are digging up your rug.

You slowly move your head, catching the creature’s eyes.

“I-uh-I guess? Yeah, yeah I guess that sounds good. Um, what was your name?”

The creature smirks, a single claw tipped finger tilting up your chin, as they whisper,

“Nocter.”

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Well, this is definitely the weirdest way I’ve gotten someone into bed.

Nocter’s antlers brush against your stucco-ceiling as it pushes you down on the bed, their shining white eyes staring deep into yours. Their lack of pupils is almost unsettling, but when they run their claws down your chest and pinch your nipples, you find it hard to care. You bite your lip, fighting back an embarrassing whimper as they trace one finger around the bud, pebbling the skin.

“Aww, has it been a while, sweetling?” You roll your eyes, but let out another squeak as they flick their thumb across your other nipple, the palm of their hand pressing against your ribcage.

“M-maybe.” You mutter, digging your finger into your bed sheets as their hands dance across your skin. One pulls up the bottom of your pajama shirt as it nudges one of their legs in between your thighs, pushing their knee up against your crotch.

“Don’t worry,” They push the fabric up to your neck, laying a kiss on the center of your stomach, then your chest, and then your jugular. When they plant one on your jaw, they lean in real close, “I’ll make sure to treat you right.”

Nocter’s long tongue splays against your jaw, licking a stripe up your cheek as one of their hands moves from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. They slip a couple fingers underneath, lightly petting the area right above your crotch. They’re such a tease, and you love it.

Nocter pecks the side of your face, over and over, while their hand moves further and further down your body at an agonizing pace. Their hot breath sends goosebumps down your neck, washing over your face as they exhale with every kiss. You catch them off guard when you turn your head toward them, catching their lips-mid peck and eagerly sticking your tongue outward. They purr with delight, their thin almost-lips quickly devouring you.

A long string of saliva connects the two of you as you detach, taking the time to shimmy out of your shirt. You pull them closer, your hands digging into their shoulder muscles and fingers just brushing over the long ridges on their back. They chuckle once again, pulling their fingers out your shorts and merely digging their palm into the fabric of your crotch.

“Eager, huh?”

“Shut up,” You mumble in between kisses, “This is for me, isn’t it?”

“Ohoho,” kiss, “Someone’s showing their feisty side a little early.” kiss, “What happened to my benevolent, saintly saviour?” kiss.

You pull away from their lips, quickly latching onto the crux of their neck and taking a nip. “S’not fair.” You say, taking a deep whiff of their skin as you suck and bite. They smell like brimstone and a bonfire, not quite what you 're expecting, but not unpleasant. “You can’t tease me like that and not-” Your cut off as the pad of one Nocters fingers presses up against your entrance, the fabric only amplifying the sensation as they begin to tease it.

“Deliver?” Nocter finishes, sinfully smug. You throw them a glare. “I’m a good guest, scout’s honor.”

You roll your eyes right before they lock you into another kiss, rubbing the pads of their fingers up and down your crotch. They use their hand to push you backwards, sinking deeper into the mattress as they situate their knees under your thighs. One they pull back from the kiss, your face and lips thoroughly debauched, your legs are splayed up on their pelvis and they easily slip off your bottoms. Nocter takes a whiff of your underwear, the crotch now slightly damp, giving you a wink before they throw it over their shoulder.

You jerk your hips slightly upward, and Nocter tuts.

“Patience, sweetling.” They roll a hand down your abdomen, fingers splaying onto your stomach, nails just teasing the skin. With a kiss to your inside calf, Nocters hand ghosts across your entrance. You can’t help biting your lip, the heat and their touch sending your mind into a frenzy.

They continue a path of kisses down your leg, now pressing their finger right up against your hole. They only pause to suck on their index and middle fingers, coating them with a heavy and blue-tinted saliva. Once they’ve reached the middle of your thigh, nipping at the apex, they sink into you.

Nocter’s fingers are long, articulated and move with sure movements. They start off slow, scissoring you open, simpering as you dig your nails into your bed sheets. The pads of their fingers push against your walls, just grazing sensitive spots as they make a slow ‘come hither’ motion. Your hips jerk forward, humping into their palm. They smirk against your skin, nipping another love bite as they retract their fingers until only the tip remains. You catch your breath, holding it until they sink back into you, shoving their fingers forward with far more force.

You whimper as their fingers pull back, only to follow with quicker thrusts. Nocter’s aim is pin-point in finding the most pleasurable spots inside you, the feeling only amplified by the pinpricks of their teeth into the fat of your thigh. The tip of their tongue licks hot trails of spit tantalizingly close to your hole, which clenches around their bony fingers. The slick sound of your juices, the skin of their palm slapping against yours, is downright pornographic.

Your legs try to clamp around their shoulders, the overwhelming stimuli triggering an instant reaction, but Nocter pins your right leg down to your bed easily, never losing focus on fingering you. The tips of their claws trace the inside of your leg, the hard edge of their wrist digging into fat. Your fingers reach to grip around something, anything to keep you grounded as the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. They find their way around Nocter’s left wrist; You’re almost afraid you’ll leave bruises, before remembering how sturdy every part of their body seems to be.

You let out a whimper as the crests of an orgasm seem to overwhelm you, nearly gasping as Nocter quickly removes their fingers. In any other state of mind you might have made a comment, look down and wonder why they’ve stopped. But the heat in your belly compels you to grip their wrist tight and to throw your hips upwards. With a desperate breath, you plead,

“P-please! Please, don’t stop.”

Nocter doesn’t chuckle, doesn’t make a sly remark about your neediness or your lewd movements. They lean forward, giving another kiss right below your navel, and pet your wrist.

“Of course, dearie.”

With a wink, they lean down a lick a long stripe up your hole, giving one last kiss to your leg before plunging their tongue inside.

You didn’t think it was possible for them to reach even deeper inside you with their tongue than their fingers, but the sparks which fly in your core say otherwise. The ridges of Nocters tongue brush against your walls as they flick the appendage back and forth, the tip pressing forward with controlled motions. It doesn’t thrash back and forward haphazardly, but reaches for those sensitive spots and plays with them.

“Oh, f-fuck!” You yelp, feeling an icy-cold liquid run down your ass. From the sound of smacking lips and muffled moans, it must be Nocter’s saliva. They let out a groan, pushing their jaw forward as their eyes clenched shut. The hand on your leg pinches skin as it tightens up, the other pressing your hips down, but the pressure they apply is phantom at best. Nocter seems to revel in your pleading humps for more, meeting each movement with a thrust of their jaw, the base of their tongue stretching you open.

The two of you keep that rhythm for what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a couple of minutes. Sweat drips down your chest and off of your belly, your legs muscles on fire as you continue to push upward and into Nocter’s face. You start feeling that impending wave begin to crest again, with your limbs shaking and your throat hoarse.

“Nocter, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-I’m so close!”

This time, Nocter doesn’t let up on their pace, reaching one hand down to deliver a hard slap on your ass and forcing a yelp out of you. Your speech devolves into slurred curses and your hands move to touch them, to find some grasp in reality. Nocter continues to suck and tongue-fuck your hole as your thighs clench around their head. Your humps are tiny and weak, your lower half barely holding itself up.

The knot gets tighter, a firecracker fuse about to blow in your abdomen. In the heat of the moment, your hands find their way to Nocter’s scalp and grab onto the base of their antlers. Their moan rumbles through you, right before you yank their head forward, their tongue hitting the deepest part of you as you shutter and-

“I’m cumming!”

Another moan vibrates against your hole as your body shudders and jolts, your hips still pressed firmly against Nocter’s face. But in the next moment, a heavy weight falls over your body, slumping you down onto the bed. Your chest heaves, eye’s fuzzy as Nocter’s tongue ‘pop’s out of you.

Your gaze wanders over your stucco ceiling, droplets of sweat rolling down your neck as you try and catch your breath. You can feel Nocter’s large hands rolling a massage into your thighs, their own heavy breathing brushing over your crotch.

A fuzzy shape of pure black comes into your vision as Nocter hovers over you, their body hovering just an inch above yours. They give you a small peck on the cheek.

“Feel good?” They whisper.

All you can do is nod, your shaky hands wandering over their back. There’s no sign of sweat on their skin, but you can feel the heat running off of it as they nuzzle into your neck.

As your fingers dance over the ride of their back, you can hear the rumble of a low purr coming from their chest, but they stay hovering over your body. You press your hands into their back, applying weak pressure to encourage them to relax.

“It seems I’ve repaid my debt.” Nocter murmurs into your ear, pushing themselves up onto their hands, pulling even farther from you as their eye’s look around your room. You keep your hands wrapped around their waist, stopping them from fully getting up. They look back to you, white eyes slightly widening.

“Would you-” You take another deep breath, “Want to stay? For the night?”

Nocter stares at you, the black void of their face almost unreadable. But when they run a claw down the side of your face, it burns with affection and longing.

“Would you want that?”

Your room is nearly pitch black, only the lights of the street peeking in between your curtains. Nocter’s body seems to absorb all light near it, their hot body like a heating pad. But their eyes are so bright, so full, so mesmerizing; Like a full moon on the dark city sky.

“Yes, I would.”

Nocter’s nods, their expression barely changing, but you think you can see a hint of a smile amidst all the black. They let their body relax, pressing their chest against yours as they sink into the sheets and nuzzle back into your neck.

You can smell the sweat coating your body and feel the way you stick to the sheets. Frankly, the both of you kind of smell.

But it doesn’t stop you from snuggling into Nocter’s body, eye’s heavy as you peacefully fall into sleep.

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quirklessidiot · 3 years

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title : minazuki [11: insecurities] pairing : gojo satoru x f!y/n Genre: angst, arranged-marriage au, mystery/thriller, mature, enemies-to-lovers-ish, and very slow burn (canon compliant-ish for ch-0 to the anime)

Summary: In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut (hair-pulling, edging, mentions of knife-play, humiliation), mentions of still borns, mentions of second infertility, mentions of child neglect, misogyny, MILD MANGA SPOILERS notes: hahaha :”) sorry. see on saturday or sunday :) i cant believe im starting uni next week and im almost done drafting this story let me just *cries*

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Chapter Summary: The distance seems so far apart and although you should be happy, you feel conflicted for feelings are anything but clean.

2 years earlier, 2016

Gojo Satoru hates alcohol.

The pungent smell reeks. It’s enough to make him quell in disgust and turn green even without a single drop. Geto and Ieiri would often tease him about it but nevertheless, they still take him to the Izakaya nearby the school when they’re all legal enough to drink well, they drank. Satoru just sat around to munch on some Otsumami and grab an ice cream at the nearby convenience store after his friends got shit-faced drunk and could barely walk anymore. He was more or less the designated driver and responsible friend in those moments since he was never fond of those drinks.

In spite of him recoiling in disgust towards it though, he likes to come back here whenever he wants to be pulled away from the burdens of being the world’s strongest shaman and the head of the Gojo family. It’s probably due to the nostalgic feeling of a worry-free youth that had him coming back. He invites Ieiri to come by but she ends up yelling at him on the phone and cursing him for trying to pry her away from her day-off.

So it ends with the shaman sitting alone, drinking a sweet drink, one that’s not even laced with alcohol at all. The owner, an old man who was well into his sixties by now and went by the name Asahi, had become a friend of sorts since they had gone way back and he had unknowingly become a regular here. Oftentimes, he’d check up and ask about the other two but how was Satoru even supposed to explain that one of them had become a mass-murderer?

“Satoru-san.” the older man serves him his snacks, “Here’s your usual...Alone again?”

Gojo Satoru peeks through his dark sunglasses, “Of course, I am. Busy day for those other two.” he winks, jokingly, entertaining him. Asahi used to have his wife next to him back when they were younger yet she had recently passed away due to a stroke, leaving him to run the establishment by himself.

“Oh?” he nods, “A doctor...and a monk, was it?” placing his hand on top of his chin, scratching it as he tries to recall what the young man had shared.

“Yeah.” It’s odd to even picture how Suguru Geto was doing these days. He wonders what it was like to lead such a huge following behind you and how different he seemed from then and now, his comrade, best friend, one who had seen the world in black and white, had started another mission. One where Satoru knew he’d never be saved from, “Pretty busy. Sadly, it’s just me again.”

“Such a loyal customer.” he quipped, it was a pretty slow night since it was the middle of the week. The only other customers were three other women who had one too many drinks since one of them had gotten fired, “And might I add, that’s a very beautiful woman. Anyone important?” he pointedly looked down at the wooden table.

Satoru stares at his side, there laid a picture of you on top of a brown envelope, it was probably a portrait taken of you to be passed around since you were wearing a traditional silk kimono, your timid and compelling gaze paired with your smile seemed sweet and rather bashful, if he may add.

One of the elders of the clan had given it to him in preparation for your meeting next week. He said something along the lines of it being customary and that he needed to know what his future bride looked like.

The shaman has been staring at your picture for a while, trying to discern you and list off first impressions in his head. The first thing he had come up with was that you were a wall-flower and you seemed like a sheltered girl because of the description that the elder had recounted. Apparently, you were from the Kyoto prefecture and you hadn’t done a lot of field work since you were sheltered and you weren’t suited to be out on field yet unlike Shoko Ieiri who is able to use her technique in the long hours, you apparently had a low limit and had only been promoted to grade 3 because of your last name.

“...I’m marrying her.” he simply settled, taking the picture and carefully tucking it back in the folder. It was a final decision by the looks of it already. Sealed and paid full in cash along with the stamp of approval from the Gojo family.

“She’s a very beautiful woman.” he repeats, eyeing him carefully, trying to observe his features, “Arrangement?” he tilts his head lightly to the side, it was a pretty common affair in japan to have arranged marriages if the child was from a good family.

“Sorta like that.”

He doesn’t deny the older man’s words because he’s not blind. You are pretty, probably one of the most beautiful one Gojo Satoru has ever seen in his entire life but you seemed like a run-of-a-mill suburban woman who’d bore him after a few minutes of conversation. Maybe the type who’d easily submit and say yes to whatever he says and will still welcome him if he ever went on and got his cock sucked by another obviously, he’s not one to do that but that was the point of it.

You were that type of boring woman.

The ones with no fire and make him yawn.

“Well, I hope you’ll treat her right, Satoru-san. Such fateful angels like that…” he shakes his head, clicking his tongue, “They’re very hard to come by on this earth.”

“Sounds kind of shallow for me to treat her right just because she’s pretty.” Satoru retaliates, grabbing a calamari ring and munching it on his mouth.

“Ah, not just the looks Satoru…” the older man clicks his tongue in disappointment, contradicting the young man’s train of thought, “This is fate showing you the way.” He exclaims as if he was remembering those times when stars had led him to meet his wife.

The shaman hides his laugh with a snort at his choice of words. He’s wondering if the old man was in for a joke time or if he had drank all the beers tonight, himself; yet when he remains there, looking completely sober, he takes his words back, “I doubt this is anything but fate, old man.” he revealed, taking a sip of his drink. His family had bought you, what kind of cruel fate were you subjected to?

“Hm.” His gaze twinkle in what seemed to be like amusement and fervor as he continues to share his side, “The thing is Satoru-san; no matter how tangled, contracted, and stretched fate seems to be, it always finds a way in the end. She might just be the fateful partner you’re unknowingly seeking for and you…” he gestures towards Satoru, the lonely man who seems to have no one by his side and who navigated the dark paths of this damp and dreary world by himself, “Might just be the man who she’s also looking for…”

Satoru’s lips pressed to a thin line, the tale making him shift on his seat uncomfortably since it seemed to hit a bit too close to home, “I doubt that.” he truthfully remarked, someone who could follow his trail and stand next to him? No one ever did. Well, once, yet he had left him and didn’t even glance back that day.

“The red string…” he waves his little pinky up, “is stronger than you think.”

After their seemingly heavy conversation, Satoru gets up and is ready to leave but is stopped by one of the women on the other table. Brown hair in locks, a seductive gaze that seems to eye his crystal blue ones in a confident and cool manner, and lips flushed red because she’d probably been drawing it between her teeth when she’d been eyeing him for a while.

Satoru is no stranger to this, he’s been a receiving end to countless affections from strangers all the time from both genders.

“I’m Aina.” she introduces herself, her lashes fluttering to a close as her glossy lips pursed together to give it that effect that it was bigger. She tries to innocently tilt her head to the side, “I just saw you were heading home and I wanted to ask if you wanted to join me and my friends-”

“I’m actually about to get married soon.” he cuts her off, the image of you popped out suddenly in his thoughts. Theirs that weird feeling that he shouldn’t be doing such shameless things especially to a boring and delicate lady such as you. It felt wrong. Aside from the fact that he didn’t like strangers touching him, of course.

Well, he guessed that being married wasn’t so bad.

At the very least, he can tuck the wedding ring in his pocket and just whip it out when someone would try to approach him like that.

There's a baffled expression painted on the woman’s face as if she just couldn’t believe that he’d outright reject her before she’d even say anything, “I doubt you’d ever wanna be called a mistress especially by my family.” he winks, without him even saying anything more or hearing her out her proposition, he walks out of the Izakaya.

The wintery night of Tokyo makes him stop in his tracks, the snow is barely even touching him due to his infinity that he keeps on at all times.

“Fate?” he mumbled, turning off his infinity for a brief second to hold out his palm and touch the falling snow yet instead he catches a snowflake, he stares at it melt on the warmness of his palm, the words of the old man alongside your face had him wondering, “...I wonder…” he skeptically continues.

Gojo Satoru is a non believer towards those things.

Satoru would like to think that love is an unlucky game of Russian Roulette. The chances of him being shot by it is highly unlikely, it always had been because of his lifestyle and how much he tried to avoid it but when it had hit him it hurt like a bitch.

He’s not entirely sure what hurts more, was it the idea that he shouldn’t expect a reciprocation of feelings because this relationship was just built on money and paper? Or was it because he presumed that you were starting to feel the same thing because you slowly were starting to look at him with that affectionate gaze? Or better yet, was it that harsh slap of reality that he was simply just a stand-in for someone who had died and you were simply just projecting whatever you had felt from that guy towards him?

Maybe it was all the above.

He shouldn’t even be angry because in the end, it was his fault as to why he got so pent up like this. In the beginning, such things like love and any baggage that went behind that, was out of the question. After all, you both didn’t exactly seem to lounge around comfortably at the idea of it. You both had common ground, scoffing at the notion but here he is, alone at his apartment nearby the school and away from you because he didn’t want to be around you for another moment.

“I can’t believe I’m falling hard for a woman who wouldn’t hesitate to leave me for another man.”

He recalls your expression all too well, it’s one that’s laced with shock and how your words are suddenly coated with anxiousness and cold sweat as you try to console him but all he could see was red at that point. He didn’t want to hear anymore of it, the least thing he’d want was commiseration from you out of all people. So he walks out that night and ends up here in this apartment.

Unlike the warm home you tried to build, this place was cold and empty. Something he’s no longer accustomed to but one he had to deal with. He’s leaving for Chefchaouen soon after he leaves Yuuji with Nanami for a bit, he needs to deal with Yuta over there.

He was planning to take you with him since you seemed like the type of person to be interested in travelling but after he had arrived to the abrupt conclusion that he couldn’t exactly handle the idea of sticking around if that's how you viewed him, he might as well let everything return to how it was supposed to be.

He should’ve stopped prying after that little deal you both had made. This is an arranged marriage after all and the only thing needed to keep it going was two agreeing parties with mutual respect for the contract.

His phone starts vibrating on the bed side table and the shaman slowly sits up right, you hadn’t even called him after what had happened so he doubts this was you, “Hello?” he greets.

“I’m outside your apartment.” the familiar voice of Nanami Kento greets on the other line. He hasn’t talked to his kohai after what had happened, he’s sure that the deep friendship you two had shared would lead to unmounted questions that he didn’t want to hear as of the moment.

After Satoru ends the call, he goes down and is faced by the familiar blonde head and tawny eyes. His straight-laced features alongside his steady and direct gaze makes him wonder just how on earth you and him ended up friends, you were too alike in more ways than one. It seemed like Haibara had been the glue of whatever friendship had happened.

Yu Haibara.

He feels his heart thump at the memory of the boy. He wonders if Yu Haibara was watching over his miserable life right now in the afterlife. A living man jealous of a guy who was six feet under and had only been a far-off memory on your part, someone who you couldn’t get over.

“Hm.” Nanami Kento clicks his tongue at his senior, “Judging by your shitty disposition, you had a fight with Y/N.”

“Save it.” Satoru replies, not in the mood to even talk about it out loud, “It’s not like we’d amount to anywhere to begin with.” he added the last part, trying to seem nonchalant and cool but despite that suave response, Nanami Kento knows better.

The blonde man takes his sunglasses off, eyeing the older man warily for a brief second, “Is this what the couples say by cool off?” his brows upturned, “I heard you’re leaving for Chefchaouen in Africa.”

Nanami Kento never intended to cause any harm. Y/N had only been the last living memory he technically had of Yu Haibara, someone he wanted to protect very much so and although he’s sad to see that his friend had caused you great distress in your current and happy marital life, he knew he needed to clarify some things as well.

“Just for a while. I’ll be introducing Yuuji to you before I leave,” he runs his hands through his hair, ignoring the question he had regarding you and how your relationship had been fairing. Now that he knew how he felt for you, he didn’t exactly like sharing his problems with other people anymore. He might as well deal with it on his own terms.

“You still haven’t answered me about Y/N.”

There's a stifling silence between the pair, “I don’t think it’s any of your business.” he finally uttered, “Whatever me and Y/N had...your friendship...Yu Haibara...that’s all in the past…” he sounded mildly resentful, making Nanami purse his lips in a sigh.

It truly was astounding how different Gojo Satoru seemed to be from then and now. The image he had of the older man was someone who didn't want to settle down or be controlled by such emotions because it wasn’t proper. The notion of love, family, and everything in between was clearly not in a shaman’s modus operandi. He recalls the white-haired man himself saying that the burdens of shamanism is walking down those paths alone and dying with nothing around you.

It’s why not many people survived in the field and had either quit or retired early.

“I don’t see the point of jealousy towards my dead friend, Gojo-san.” he deadpans, shaking his head yet Satoru found his argument to be weak. Why did it seem like he was always painted out as the bad guy between you two? Does being the strongest equate to him not being allowed to feel or think about these things once in a while? Betrayment? Anger? Or worse, jealousy that all those moments he started to cherish was just you chasing after an empty dream with a dead man?

He’s only human and he could only take in so much.

“You make it sound like I have no right to be when I’m married to her.” Satoru is upbraided by his thoughtless statement, “How would you feel if the woman you’re married to and in love with wasn’t reciprocating it at all because of that?” he truthfully revealed, throwing the information out there nonchalantly. The words left a bitter after taste in his mouth, the volatile and momentary weakness of the man had left Nanami Kento mildly flabbergasted.

Gojo Satoru may have fallen in love for the first time but the unreciprocated feeling was more than enough to hurt him and crush his heart to pieces.

“You’re putting words in her mouth.” Kento clears his throat, trying to calm his senior down but Satoru stuffs his hands in his pockets, looking away from his Kohai as he remembers those moments he has shared with you. It was those fleeting and wary glances, and the way that you seem to avoid him.

He didn’t need words.

Those actions were more than enough to know where he stood and he didn’t want to force you anymore than that.

“Her reaction towards me is more than enough to know where I should stand,” he relaxes his shoulders, slumping forward. He might as well start circling where he should only be standing and get back to burying his head on the job like last year, “And I’m not fond of groveling, you know that.” he adds, crossing his arms, “At the end of the day, I have my responsibilities and I can’t be fixated on her and my emotions. It’s not good for me.”

Nanami Kento’s lips pressed to a thin line at the way the situation had turned south, it seemed like Gojo Satoru won’t even be opening his ears to him.

Everything around you seemed like a motionless blur, the weekdays had come and after buying groceries and tending the garden, you’re seated on the green patch, barefooted with a cup of tea right next to you.

The first thing you noticed was that the bed is cold without him there and that the nightmares had become more unbearable without his warmth next to you.

Satoru has returned to his regular schedule back when you had first gotten married, one where he had disappeared without so much as a call or a brief reminder that he’d be gone for probably months on end. You doubt he’d even show himself randomly like those times before.

There was something so different about that bitter dissension, one where he had openly confessed how he felt. A part of you remained hesitant because how were you even supposed to respond to such words? So you just stood there, in the silence, staring at him, completely baffled as he walked out, leaving you there alone.

Unlike Yu Haibara who has only seen your good side, Gojo Satoru is a different story altogether. From faux kindness to churlish silence in between due to his uncouth attitude and your offhand retaliation that slowly and mildly change for the better as you gradually start to lean next to each other and get used to the presence of one another, maybe even start thinking of it as something customary since it had become a day-to-day occurrence.

Unknowingly, you had already given your heart out to the shaman during those moments of vulnerability.

You were weak and starved for such company growing up, it’s probably one of the reasons why your grandmother had pointed it out and told you that it was unwarranted since it may lead you to getting your back stabbed in the end by that same person.

You lick your dry lips and draw your lower lip between your teeth as you stare at the same paragraph of the book again. The words not registering in your head because all that ran in your mind was what you were supposed to do with your current situation. You tap on the pages lightly, twirling it on your fingertips.

Isn’t this what you wanted, though?

For him to be far away?

For him to get away from your tainted hold?

It’s only a matter of time for him to be pushed further away from you, you’re doing that one thing that he rightfully deserved which was to be with anyone but you. It’s only right, good people don’t deserve to be dancing around with devils. By the very least, if things do turn out fine and continue on like this, it’s more or less likely that you’d be able to get that divorce when you’re older. You’ll both be free.

“...You would’ve left me…” Satoru’s words echo in your memory as you stop your actions, your heart starts thumping erratically as you vividly recall his crestfallen expression, one that looked like you had plunged a knife in his heart and stabbed it multiple times.

It plays in your head like a broken record that won’t ever seem to stop, it bothers you like that searing ache on your chest that won’t ever seem to go away when you imagine him growing further away and returning to that same distance as before.

You let out a harsh breath and shut your eyes tight, placing your palm on top of your face as you try to sort yourself out. It’s so confusing, so messy, but most of all, it was terrifying because you didn’t know how to act anymore. What false response should you come up with? What lie should you spin this time? Why were you even putting an effort to salvage a relationship that shouldn’t be saved because it shouldn’t be there in the first place?

This marriage is something that should only be on a piece of paper, anything beyond that would mean woe for you and would only bring torment to your poor husband in the future.

You shut the book, placing it down next to you, laying your hands flat down on the grass, and looking heavenwards at the way the sun had softly hit your skin, “What should I do?” you muttered, “Why do I feel like this hurts more than every injury I’ve taken?” you continue to utter to yourself, your eyes remain transfixed on the pretty blue skies and clouds that seem to still move and continue on despite the cheerlessness of your current situation.

The world around you continues to revolve but your feel like you’re in stop motion.

You slowly raise one of your hands to trace the shell of your ear, how your husband seems to make it a habit to tuck a strand because apparently you didn’t seem to like it when your hair got in the way of your face. The warmth is no longer present but it lingers in your memory like a dandelion that tickles your skin when someone blows it your way.

The sound of the doorbell is enough to get your head out of the clouds, Nanami had texted early on that he’d come by for a visit along with some freshly baked bread and sure enough, there he stood, mild worry laced on his features as you pat away the invisible dirt on your yellow sundress.

“Sorry that the weekend lunch had ended on a sour note.” you apologize, placing the cup of tea right in front of him alongside the croissants he had bought for you two to share when he sits across you.

“I met with him earlier.” he brushes it off, as if it was nothing. On a better note, he knew he could help you out more since you both were friends, maybe you’d even listen to him, “Satoru must’ve told you how he felt.”

Your mouth set in a hard line, recalling how he had resentfully expressed his feelings. You were too inundated in shock to even formulate a response at that moment, different surges of emotions pooling down and leaving you rooted in your place, “I broke his heart.” was all you simply imparted.

“And you didn’t tell him how you felt because…” he drawled, eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at you like a disappointed mother.

“I don’t know.” you truthfully specified, looking up from the tea cup. When you tend to look at things such as falling for someone, the thought of it being Gojo Satoru, was not all that surprising but you knew your limits. Falling meant love and everything in between it, it meant being honest and showing your bare self according to textbooks.

Love is patient.

Love is kind.

Things that didn’t seem to mix in well with someone like you or as you’d like to say, they were emotions that didn’t seem overly familiar. You grew up in an environment filled with negativity, hostility, and hatredness. It had made you used to that treatment and you didn’t expect anything more than that.

In the end, you married a man who you thought would treat you the same way or maybe not even spare you so much of a glance. You were prepared for that and didn’t even think of anything close to what was going on right now.

If Yu Haibara had shown you what the world was like.

Gojo Satoru didn’t hesitate and gave you the world with as much ardor and fervor, hands that won’t seem to let go of yours, not even caring if you both had started off on the wrong foot or the fact that this was simply just a contractual relationship then.

“You’ve always been a mysterious one, Y/N.” you feel your shoulders tense up when Kento had pointed it out, your heart hammering ever so slightly, “It’s why I was too spiteful towards you when I found you and Yu sitting there...A part of me had wanted to curse you for doing such a reckless and stupid thing.”

Your lips crack a small smile, recalling that moment, “It was obvious.”

“It is.” he agreed, “Sometimes I feel like you’re smarter than you look and more clever than you let on. A part of me thought that you were just using Yu without even thinking of the consequences.”

Nanami Kento could go on and on about that, he had an eye on things after all, and had always been called out for his paranoia regarding certain things but this was just him being careful, “Satoru said that too, you know.” you point on, fingers grazing the handle of the cup. It’s funny how the façade you kept pulling up had slowly been crumbling down these days. Would it entail a bitter ending for you? They’d have you killed if they found out who you were. The same people who proclaimed such words could also be the same people who’d plunge the sharp end of the knife to you in the end.

“But I believe that Satoru and Yu had the same notion. They both have a good eye on people and I’m sure they weren’t wrong with their choices.” he paused, “...It’s not too bad to take that leap, Y/N. Any moment now.”

Your brows furrowed together in wonder. That leap you’re going to take would be dangerous, it had repercussions and you were truly sure that one day, it’ll bite you back for it.

“I’m scared.” you admitted.

“Of what?”

Honestly, this was the first time that you had been scared of a lot of things that involved emotions and a single person. For how easy it is to say those words, they’re easy to take back as well. There is no permanence for you in this life. Gojo Satoru, himself, might leave you one day and it terrified you. Right now, you were so used to such things that you couldn’t even think straight, what more when you let yourself freely go and keep chasing after him? walking by his side? What then?

“Just…” you smiled, tapping your fingers on the table, “...I don’t think I’m strong enough to face the repercussions if something happens in the end.”

Nanami Kento assesses your words carefully, trying to pick them for a moment, “Are you scared that this will end like Yu?” he inquired smoothly, mildly hesitant to bring the topic up since you both haven't properly addressed the topic since that day when you were both teenagers.

Worse.

“I don’t know.” you repeated. You couldn’t tell Nanami Kento about all of this despite the deep bond you had shared. How this was all just a sham that you orchestrated to selfishly save yourself and you might wound up hurting your husband. If you had to be honest, it’s the least of what you wanted to do. You prioritized shielding him from what you’ve done and he didn’t need to see such devious things, you won’t be able to handle his reaction when everything comes to light, “...I wish it was easy to answer…”

Satoru is leaving for Chefchaouen in a few days.

After handing Yuuji over to Nanami Kento and making sure that his student was comfortable despite the stand-offish attitude that the blonde had presented, the young pink-haired shaman seemed to have liked him off the bat. It could only mean that the shaman can continue on his way and stay in Chefchaouen for a while, away from you for a moment to sort out these thoughts and attachments.

He’s not sure if he should enter his own home, though.

A part of him is uncertain as to why he had ended up here. He’s probably just making excuses for himself because he yearned to see your face whenever he’d wake up at dawn, or better yet, he missed those little moments where he’d help you with your hair whenever he had time to spare or those times where you’d wake him up if the dreams got too bad and he’d tug you to the kitchen to make that weird pancakes you seem to like with that honey butter syrup. It was probably those little moments that had seemed to accumulate and in turn, made him want to just run back here and shut his ears off at the bitter truth of where he had stood in your life.

He walks into his own home, feeling like a stranger as he treads across the steps to your shared bedroom like he was marching into his own deathbed.

You might not be home, probably out doing your weekly grocery runs or something like that so he’s probably safe but when he feels your faint curse energy behind the door, his fingers linger on the handle for a second. You probably know he’s standing here as well but he doesn’t care because his mind has become a mess the moment he feels your presence. All logical reasons had always been thrown out the window when it came to you.

It hasn’t registered within him on what he’s supposed to do next.

The shaman isn’t exactly briefed on things like this for he’s usually not the one to proclaim such things out loud and face rejection. In the eyes of many, Satoru had always got what he wanted and it was all in the snap of his fingers too. He was treading on a barren land filled with landmines, with nothing to back him up. A feeling that he should get used to when he’s around you but still can’t.

He enters your shared bed space, the plain walls and the same scenery greets him but you sit there by the window, a book in hand. You seemed rather startled by him, “Satoru.” you breathed.

From formalities and uttering his name like that on a random day, one that makes his body shiver in delight the first time you had called him that with familiarity and unknowingly made it a habit.

It’s the way that you had your legs lazily propped up and you were just casually reading a book and god, does he want to forget why he’s even angry and lay on your lap while your docile and melodic voice tells him about that book he could care less about.

He feels his adam's apple bob up and down as he tries to calm his beating heart, don’t falter. Keep a straight face. He maneuvers his way to his dresser to grab some of his belongings.

“Where were you?” your voice is stiff, hesitant, as if you were sorry for him but he wants anything but your pity now.

You, of all people, should know that. After all, you hated being pitied because of your situation.

He understands that feeling now.

How weak one would feel being under someone’s thumb. It felt like he was drowning in the pacific with rocks attached to him, plunging him deeper and deeper until the ocean floor, he couldn’t breathe, “Work.” he simply uttered. Not bothering to add anything else to the mix because he doesn’t want you to detect the indignation.

“Oh…” typical of you, holding back your tongue, “...Are you...are you coming home soon?”

Satoru stops mid-action, back still facing you, “Why would I?”

“Because…” his jaw clenched as his grip on the material tightens. It’s funny, back then, you wouldn’t hesitate to put him back in his place. Now you’re simply reduced to this. A scared little girl who couldn’t even prowl back or so let out a little scratch.

“Because what?” he forcibly stuffs the shirt in the bag, turning to you.

It had been a few days since he had last seen you, your features remain angelic and beautiful, eyes that used to look at him so emptily is now replaced by a new emotion that he’s too exhausted to asses, and mouth pressed to a thin line as if you didn’t know what to say.

He walks closer, just until he could the heat of your body close to him and hear the way your breathing turn’s sharp, “Because what, Y/N?” he repeats.

He watches the way you gulp down nervously, it’s enough to make Satoru take one step back, “Don’t give me that bullshit.” he finally calls you out.

If there was something Satoru didn’t like, it was that attitude of yours where you wanted to say something but held yourself back as if he couldn’t handle it. It was as if you were treating him like a child who needed to prided away from the terrors.

If you didn’t feel the same way, you didn’t need to keep running back to him. He’s exhausted playing nice.

In the first place, he wasn’t even like this.

He watches the way your (e/c) flare up in shock, “I give you one thing,” he clenched his fist, “And you want another. I gave you the distance you wanted badly and now you’re running back to me. What is it, really?”

He watches the way you become apprehensive, how you also take a step back and curl your hand to a tight ball. Your nails are probably digging through your skin, right now and he knows he should stop whatever he’s about to say next.

Yet it’s just so unfair. How he was growing too attached to you and how easily you had a hold over him.

How you make him feel weak for the first time.

How you’re just seeing him as a stand-in when he thought that you both were getting somewhere.

How he thinks that he’ll never be the first and he’s feeling all sorts of insecurities for the first time in his life, wishing that he’d done this earlier, met you earlier, swept your feet away first, and maybe he won’t feel these things now. He’s drowning in these filthy thoughts and you don’t even probably care.

“...Stop being selfish and manipulating my emotions, Y/N…” he tiredly adds, turning back, “I don’t want to walk behind you and pick up the pieces for you, that’s not my fucking job.” snatching away the bag, not even giving you one last glance nor a goodbye.

Love is a game of Russian roulette and it truly hurt like a bitch when he was hit on the chest.

Ren likes fucking women from behind.

He likes tugging their hair as he rams his cock in the bitch, how she moans her name with fervor and calls him ‘lord’, her thighs turning to a quivering mess when she feels his balls slapped on her bare skin. Women were too easy these days, you didn’t need to even touch them and they’d be reduced to this wet mess.

He could easily slip his whole cock in without much foreplay, just palming her fat cunny and playing with her bud in the back of the sakura tree where anyone could see them. He didn’t expect her to be this wet with just a little exhibitionism.

My, would his other woman like this as well?

“M’cumming my lord…” he forcefully palms her breasts, letting her lean on his chest.

“You don’t get to cum before me, whore.” he mutters in her ear, squeezing it and tugging the nipples, making her writhe in his arms.

“My lord….please…”

He slaps her pussy in a harsh manner, “Hush, you’re nothing but a common whore. If you can’t make me cum first, I’ll have to start taking out some of those knives and carve a tally mark on your skin. I’ll mark you while i slap your fat ass” he feels her hole tighten around his length, making him grin ferally, oh, she loved that-

“I doubt your otosan would like that.” a bored tone fills the room.

“Fuck,” Ren growled, feeling his cock soften at the sound of his Uncle’s voice. Didn’t the fucker know what personal space meant? L/N Jiro stands there, leaning against the door, mild disinterest in his features even when he sees the naked woman on his nephew’s bed or the way that he had his ass splayed in the air for him to see, “Can’t you fucking knock, old man?” he barks, throwing the woman back in the bed.

“It’s 2 pm.” he narrowed his gaze, making himself welcome and walking inside the room, “and you’re here fucking a common whore. For a man that’s about to be one of the candidates of future head, you sure know how to spend your time and think you have the spot already.”

The lady’s eyes widen as the young man eyes her with his cold and indignant gaze, she wastes no second but to collect herself despite her cunt leaking, a shameless display towards the cool and collected man. Jiro was known to be the youngest of seven brothers of GM/N and GF/N, he had no wife as of the late since he found women to be a nuisance and children to be an inconvenience.

It didn’t stop his interest in securing his spot as the next head, though. He likes to dabble on in passing interest, what more than be a little shit and come inside to ruin the moment? He knew how much his nephew enjoyed such frivolous activities.

“What else do I have to do?” he snatches the yukata, wrapping it around himself haphazardly before grabbing the pack of cigars, “You here to call me out on my bullshit with (Y/N) and her lapdog of a husband? You’re like (F/N)-jisan.” he places the stick on his lips, lighting it up as he gives it a quick inhale.

“Oh?” he’s rather amused of his older brothers pretense, then again, he’s just a bloke who didn’t seem to know people well, it’s no surprise that he didn’t know how his daughter would act. The man should take in a lesson or two, in fact, maybe all the men in his family should just get their head out of the gutter of lust or violence correction, lust and violence.

They should use their brain for once.

No wonder he was his okaasan’s favorite.

“Do tell me.” he pushes his nephew to tell him about what happened.

“Nothing, just tried to push Y/N’s buttons, tried doing the same to that six-eyes as well.” He nonchalantly shrugs, placing the stick between his fingers. His violent gaze stultified by the sudden conversation, the grey smoke of his cigarette seemed more interesting than the pair, “They’re both so fucking boring. He doesn’t seem to enjoy women a lot and hasn’t even touched Y/N. Is he celibate?”

Jiro lips twitch upwards at his nephew, “How old were you when Y/N was born?” he backtracks, trying to recount that day.

“I don’t know, five? barely remember her or that day.”

L/N Jiro stands there for a brief period, leaning against the wall, “She won’t be bringing Gojo Satoru.” The smell of smoke fills the air, washing out the scent of sex from earlier. The confidence laced in the older man’s tone is evident that it makes Ren raise a brow as if his uncle knew something he didn’t.

Although Jiro had barely interacted with his niece growing up, he knows you well. You weren’t a tattle-tale and you didn’t like associating yourself with them.

The most probable scenario would be you going alone with your head down the whole time.

“You ever wonder why they hate her?” Jiro grins, realizing that this brat was too young to know what had happened that day. He was in his twenties that time you were born, his brother and your useless mother had been expecting twins that day.

A boy and girl.

They had apparently expected two high cursed energy children, it’s a shame that one of them decided that only one would get out and choke the other with their umbilical cord. What’s even more comedic was the aftermath, instead of two high grades, out came a weak baby girl and a stillborn that could be far from saving.

The poor whore couldn’t even carry another child for it made her barren after, a second infertility or so they said. Jiro recalled that he was laughing that day, probably because it would mean that his chances to be head instead of his brother had sky-rocketed. It’s probably where his dream started, how he’d kill all those curses and rise up the ranks, one that’ll be higher than his father’s.

The older (h/c) remembers how you immediately were separated, couldn’t even get a single drop of milk from your own mother’s tit.

“...She’s a bane to her family’s existence that’s what.” Jiro grabs a cigar from the table, placing it between his mouth. Brief silence filled the room, the only sound could be heard was the flickering of the lighter, “The only thing she brought to her family was bad luck and Gojo Satoru is about to find out the same thing. Only a matter of time …So we don’t need to worry, at all…”

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oshicakes · 3 years

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their s/o is being taken advantage

pairings. hirugami sachiro x reader, hoshiumi korai x reader, miya atsumu x reader

an. im sorry for making you wait. this idea popped into my mind as i read your request, and i hope i met your idea hahaha. its long! im sorry. hope you'll like it. have a nice day everyone.

Hirugami Sachiro

lunch break came and he pulled a desk and chair across yours.

you placed your bento and tumbler on your table and so as he. you were hesistant to give him the snack that you prepared for him.

"i-uhm, prepared a snack for you. you can eat it later after your practice or on your break. it's just a chicken and ebi burger." it was in a simple plastic container.

"thank you." his smile was warm causing you to feel your ears and neck burn.

"are you free later?" he asked you. you stopped eating and think if you have something to do.

"i think so? i still need to finish the assignment by pair later and sub my friend for today in cleaning."

"again?" he frowned. you've been working on by pair or by group assignment and projects alone, they'd always make excuses and pretend that they didn't know about the project or assignment.

and that friend you're talking about, you've been substituting her for weeks!

"it's okay. i really don't mind since im not that busy and i don't have any important things to do." you smiled at him trying to ease him.

"how many times do i have to tell you to say no to them? they're being too much. wait here ill talk-" he got up from his seat that cause you to panic. you instantly grab him in his pulse.

you let go of him when looked at your hands. "i- sorry." you seat properly and looked up to him after.

"really, im okay with it. maybe they have problems or they are dealing with something in their life now so they can't me help."

"ill just talk to them and knock some senses on them."

"no, seat down please." you pleaded.

he sighed and get back to his seat. "promise me that this will be the last time."

"but-"

"promise me, y/n."

it's now your turn to sigh. "okay, i promise." then he his pinky. you pursed your lips and cling your pinky in his pinky, as a sign of promise.

"y/n here!" korai called you. they're just outside the classroom.

you approach them and greeted them. "y/n, did you made the sandwich yesterday?"

you looked at hirugami with confused look. "ah, yes. did hirugami shared it with you?"

korai is about to say yes but hirugami shut him. "more like he snatched away the sandwich. they ate it all."

"it's delicious! can you make some more?" gao said.

"sure! ill make some tomorrow."

"y/n, no!" he can't oppose anymore, his teammates already swooning over you.

Hoshiumi Korai

"korai, please calm down. i'm okay there's nothing to worry about."

he's with you in your room. it's already dark outside and was shocked when he barged into your room.

"what do you mean there's nothing to worry about?! you're burning with fever and you didn't even bother on telling me about it!" his voice started to raise, his forehead and nose wrinkled and glared at you.

"but, im okay." you tried to reach his arms but he avoided it. that made you purse your lips.

"no! you've been working your ass off on the things that you shouldn't be doing. they're obviously taking advantage of you! you're the representative but you work as if you're the president!"

"i know, but they're just busy. everyone on the student council is busy right now."

"but how about you, huh? you're clearly tired and you need sleep, are you even eating right?"

"of course. how about you? how's practice? did you have enough rest? im sorry i forgot to make you lunch."

"i can't believe you." he mumbled. he pinch his nose bridge. "you're really stressing me out."

again, you purse your lips. "im sorry."

and he just looked at you. you tried to reach for his arms once again, this time he just let. you pulled him, making him sit on your bed.

you sit up and rest your back on the headboard, while still holding his hand. "okay, i promise that ill tell you immediately when i have fever."

he sighed. "that's not it. im worried about you. you're too nice, you care so much about other people and gullible."

you nodded. "im sorry for making you worry. please, don't get mad at me. i'll make you lunch and some snack to make it up to you."

he held your face and slowly inching his face to you but you pushed him away and covered your lips.

"no! you might caught my fever! you need to be careful, you have an upcoming game."

"hug then?" he extended his arms but you move further away from him.

"nope." he glared at you but his lips are slightly pursed.

you went to school when you're okay. "y/n, are you okay now?" the president asked.

"ah yes. here's the report. im sorry i handed it late."

"thank you, y/n!"

"no problem, do you still need help?"

"actually- ah no, it's okay. uhm, we can handle. thank you so much for your help."

the president walked away while you turned around to your boyfriend. "let's go back now, y/n." he said as he drape his arms on your shoulder.

he smirked at what he did. little did you know he just glared at the president, stoping him in giving you another tasks.

Miya Atsumu

a group of girls run to you. they all asked for you to hand their gifts for atsumu and his teammates.

you gladly took them all. but as they turn away, you heard their side comments about you.

how not good you are for atsumu, goody two shoes, you using the vbc for fame and etc.

you just sighed and walked your way to the gym where everyone else is. you handed the gifts from their fans.

after that, you help them by refilling their water bottles. you also gave tsumu a dry towel.

atsumu sensed that something is wrong with you. so he followed you.

"what's wrong?"

"nothing."

"tsumu!" you stepped backward and hit his arm. you got surprised when he kissed your cheeks.

"what? can't i kiss you now?" he smirked.

"you can't! we're at school and other students might see us."

"well thats good, so that they'll know who i belong too. and please, stop accepting gifts from other students."

"it's pda, tsumu. why? their your fans and im scared that if i won't accept their gifts they'llhate you and then no one will support you. some of your fans already stop supporting you because of me and-"

"so what if they'll hate me? i don't care. and it only shows that they just support me because of my looks not with my skills and who i really am. i have my family, samu, my teammates and you, that's all i need in my life."

you nodded and pursed your lips. he flicked your forehead. then cupped your face, squishing both of your cheeks.

"stop overthinking things, okay? just think of your handsome and awesome boyfriend." he smirk at you and squish, squish, squish your cheeks.

"but-" he cut you off by squishing your cheeks more.

"hush. i love you, you love me. that's all that matters. they don't have a say on our relationship and in my life, got it?"

you nodded. he let go of your face but before that he gave you a quick peck on your lips.

"uhm, y/n?" you almost jumped out when someone talked behind you. you can feel your ears and face burn because of embarassment. someone really saw you and tsumu kissed!

you cough to get your senses back. while a ghost of smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #hirugami sachiro x reader #hirugami x reader #hirugami headcanons #hoshiumi korai x reader #hoshiumi x reader #hoshiumi headcanons #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu headcanons

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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HI WELCOME BACK! if i could request 'modern dad' levi x reader. i don't mind the format. im so happy your back!

HI! I MISSED U SM!!! Also this idea has been living RENT FREE in my brain so thanks for sending it in. If you're looking for more of this content I have a WIP that features dad! Levi x nanny! reader if you haven't checked it out yet go give it a read :)

Summary: Levi is a dad :)

Word Count: 1.3K

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Levi knew that parenting wouldn't be easy. He had grown up with a sketchy idea of what it took to parent, having lost his mom so young and living with his detached uncle. So when you told him that you were pregnant with teary eyes and a quivering lip he had turned his back, unsure of his feelings.

At first he felt guilty, putting this burden on you. You however assured him that it was fine, that you would do whatever made him feel most comfortable. You had even had the audacity to suggest raising the child on your own, he of course refused.

Growing up in a single parent home had been less than ideal for himself and he would rather be caught dead than being a deadbeat dad. So after about three days of space, he came to you and told you his feelings. He told you how much he would hate to see you go through pregnancy alone, hate to see the child grow up as he had.

You had hugged him and cried into his chest as he rubbed your back. Now, nearly three years later, he couldn't have been happier with his decision. Even if he was covered in mashed peas and baby barf for the majority of those years. He wouldn't have traded it for the world. Every morning your daughter woke you up at six with tiny hands smushing cheeks and knees digging into ribs. She had his hair and eyes, but all of your charisma. She was stubborn and loud, extroverted and curious of the world. Levi had feared that he wouldn't have known what to do with her. The first time he held her in his arms was indeed the first time he had ever held such a small human.

Growing up in such a small family, he had never grown accustomed to children, as he cradled her small head, your hands guided him to support her bottom as you pressed her into his chest. He barely fought the tears form his eyes as the nurses congratulated him and you on your first child. She wore a small pink hat, swaddled in one of the hospitals newborn blankets.

Now she was racing around the house, bare feet slapping loudly against hardwood floors, sticky hands smearing handprints on his white walls. But he wasn't mad about the noise, or the mess for the first time in his life. He watched you as you parented her effortlessly, encouraging her to use her words and reading her mood flawlessly.

If she was fussy and extra stubborn, you would ignore her wails and snotty nose, instead heading into the kitchen to cut up an apple and dish out some peanut butter. As she ate the snack with tear filled eyes you nudged Levi's side and grinned softly at him.

"Peanut butter fixes everything." You explained as you leaned into his side. He scoffed and watched her scarf down the last of the apple slices, completely complacent.

"Now tell me what's wrong." You encouraged her and she let out a loud sigh.

"I wanna go outside." She said, her cheeks smudged with peanut butter. Levi turned and grabbed a fresh wash cloth, wetting it with warm water and crossing the room to clean off her rosy cheeks.

"Baby, it's raining outside." You reasoned and she grunted as Levi scrubbed her face.

"I wanna catch frogs." She whined and Levi's lip curled in disgust. Ever since Hange had babysat that one rainy weekend she wouldn't shut up about frogs.

"Okay, let's get your rain boots on." You said, heading towards the mud room where the shoes and coats were kept.

"Yes!" She squealed, throwing her arms around Levi's neck and pressing her damp cheek to his. He huffed, pulling her from her seat and carrying her after you. They found you pulling on a pair of old boots and a windbreaker, Levi helped Violet into her own rain gear. She could hardly sit still as he fastened the last button on her rain slicker. "You comin?" You asked as you pulled the garage door open, pressing the button to raise the garage door.

"I'll pass." He said, ruffling Violets dark locks before pulling her hood on.

"We'll bring in the findings." You said as you stepped out of the house, Violet hot on your heels.

"Those slimy things are not coming in here." Levi called after you as you waved a hand dismissively over your shoulder.

Thirty minutes later you came in sopping wet with a bucket full of bull frogs. Levi had tried to wrestle you out of the door but Violet reached into the bucket, pulling out easily the biggest, slimiest frog Levi had ever seen.

"His name is Booger!" She exclaimed as she held the fat frog by it's armpits.

"Get. That thing out of here now." Levi said, taking a step away from his daughter who took two tiny steps forwards. You hardly covered your laughter as Levi grabbed a nearby wooden spoon and pointed at Violet who continued to pursue him into the kitchen.

"Daddy look at his pretty spots!" She insisted as the frog let out a chorus of loud croaking. You set the bucket of smaller frogs back into the garage and pulled your phone out of your pocket to record the scene unfolding.

"He's ugly, get him out of here."

"Apologize!" Violet gasped, using her fingers to cover the frog's ears.

"No, get it out." Levi brandished the spoon, Violet squealed and thrust the frog forward with a toothy grin.

"He wants a kiss!" Violet giggled as the frog croaked loudly again.

"So help me I will drop kick that monstrosity out the front door." Levi growled, shooting a pointed glare at you and your camera.

"How rude!" Violet huffed, turning around with a loud squeak from her boots as she made her way back towards the garage.

"Unless you take the cleanest shower of your life, I will not be sleeping with you tonight." Levi threatened as you took the frog from her.

"You'd love that wouldn't you." You giggled as you pocketed your phone and turned to go release the frogs. He sighed loudly and placed the spoon back on the counter as the door closed behind you.

That night was spent bathing Violet head to toe after she splashed in one too many puddles. This was the part of parenting that Levi had no problem with, he was an expert at scrubbing her pale skin clean and picking up the trail of toys she left in her wake. He wrapped Violet in a warm towel as you finished up dinner in the other room. He helped her into her pajamas and she looped her arms around him with a content sigh.

"You're better at that than mommy." She complimented and Levi's brow furrowed.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he carried her into the dining room.

"Mommy's good too, but you always do it best." She smiled and Levi grunted, lips turning up in a small grin.

"That's 'cause your mom's shit at cleaning." He reasoned and Violet giggled. You came in, placing a plate of mac and cheese down in front of her as Levi planted a kiss to the crown of her head.

"And you suck at cooking." You countered and Levi quirked a brow as he looked down at the boxed mac and cheese that Violet was so eagerly shoveling into her mouth.

"Anyone can make boxed mac and cheese." Levi teased and you punched his arm with a pout.

"Shut up." You giggled and he rolled his eyes, pulling you in for a tight hug, you wrapped your arms around him and eased into his grasp. How had he gotten so lucky? He wondered as he held you close, the rain pattering outside as flashes of lightning lit up the dim room.

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ellitx · 3 years

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helpppppp i read that scenario of reader sleeping over, and I couldn’t help but imagine that they all share the same room when that is. Also what do you think the twins would do to get readers attention over the other?

Im gonna set this back when you’re in the middle school or something.

masterlist

fluff

word count: 1.6k

You and the twins are already comfortable with laying on each other’s bed whenever you/they visit. Your mother, Amos, even brings snacks to your room for them to eat and she always gets excited whenever they come to your house.

She’s even the one who insisted if you wanna invite them for a sleepover! Your father, Decarabian, always disapproves whenever you ask him if you can sleep at the twin’s house. (Also because uncle Andrius is there and he doesn't want you to get close to him)

Himmel and Venti were having friendly bickering and thinking over what gift they should give to your mother as thanks for welcoming them in. Amos accepts anything! She really appreciates they’ve put an effort to do it but later on, feels guilty and that they didn’t have to do it.

Speaking of gifts, your birthday is almost coming. Himmel and Venti thought at the same time. And while Aunt Amos is here...

You already know that they also have the same idea to ask your mother what you would like to have as a gift but have different methods to approach her.

It was Himmel who first asked aunt Amos about it. Well... not really her but someone else. It was after dinner and he decided to help her out and the maids in cleaning the dishes. He was really nervous and shy to ask her. Is it really alright if he questions aunt Amos what are your favorites? Will she get disappointed that he doesn’t know what your likes and dislikes are for the entire years he grew up with you?

Himmel sighed and continues to wipe the dishes with a dry cloth and puts them inside their respective racks.

“Master Himmel is everything alright?” A maid suddenly asked in concern, surprising him.

“We can handle everything here. If you’re getting tired, we’ve already prepared and tidied the room as what the Young Mistress has ordered.” She continued. The boy blinked before shaking his head and giving a soft smile to her way.

“Oh please don’t worry about me! I’m just thinking about something.” His attention was back on the ceramic plate and he carefully does dry it.

“Is it perhaps the Young Mistress’s birthday is coming soon?”

Himmel almost dropped the plate if it were not for him to quickly regain his balance and tightly hold on to it for dear life. He looked at the maid in utter shock, his face was scribbled with bafflement and embarrassment as he owlishly blinked at her.

Was he really that obvious the maid managed to point out his current problems right on spot? Well, It’s better to talk to her about this right? She knows you more than him after all.

Himmel nodded and set his gaze on the plate, mirroring his appearance.

“What do you think [Name] would like to receive as a gift?” He muttered under his breath as heat began to crawl up to his face up to the tip of his ears.

“Young Mistress’s favorite?” The maid echoed. She then placed her gloved hands to her chin, deep in thought.

“I’m sure she’d love anything as long as it’s from you. It’s the thought that counts, is it not?” She said before turning off the faucet to avoid wasting water.

Himmel was quiet for a minute.

Anything, huh?

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Venti would directly ask Aunt Amos what gift you would like when she was preparing night snacks for the three of you. The younger twin snuck out of the room and left you and Himmel alone to play some video games.

As much as he’d hate not being included there and missing out on the fun, the most important matter right now is the gift you’ll get for your day of birth!

“Aunt Amos! Aunt Amos!” Venti cried and slammed the door open to where the kitchen is. The said woman shrieked at the sudden intrusion and looked over her shoulder to see the culprit behind her almost heart attack.

“Venti... goodness you gave me a fright there.” Amos chuckled and continued to prep up an iced tea.

“Aunt Amos, I wanna ask you something!” He said and leaned over the counter to take a peek at what she’s doing.

She stopped whatever she’s doing and wiped her hands with her apron before setting her focus on the short male.

“What is it?”

Venti walked back and cleared his throat behind his fist as if he were going to make a speech.

“A man is sitting in a pub feeling rather poor. He sees the gentleman next to him pull a bag of 100 Mora out of his pocket.

He turns to the rich man and says to him,

'I have an amazing talent; I know almost every song that has ever existed.'

The rich man laughs.

The poor man says, 'I am willing to bet you all the money you have in your wallet that I can sing a genuine song with a lady's name of your choice in it.'

The rich man laughs again and says, 'OK, how about my daughter's name, [Name]?'

The rich man goes home poor. The poor man goes home rich.

What song did he sing?”

Venti ended his riddle with a smile at the woman. Amos seemed to be contemplating his question very well and it’s not often she gets to participate in his brain-teasers. So this is very much a surprise for her.

Well, enough about that, she has to answer this quickly and she doesn’t want to make him wait for her longer. Going back to his riddle, was the rich man supposed to be her husband? Venti did mention your name when the poor man asked the rich man.

A song that has your name...

“Is it Happy Birthday?” She answered.

“Bing bong!” Venti’s fingers were formed to an okay sign and gave her a big grin.

“Knowing the answer is Happy Birthday, I suppose you’re also going to ask me about [Name]’s gift, am I correct?”

Venti let out a hearty laugh and winked at her. “Correct once again, Miss Amos!”

“Sooo...” He held on to the chair’s backrest and gave her the best puppy eyes he could muster to get another answer from her.

“Please please please please tell me what [Name] would like— no, LOVE to get on her birthday!!” He begged and clasped his hands together as if he was praying to a god.

“Now, now, isn’t that cheating? Your brother never asked me about this so isn’t it fair for you if you guess as well?” She remarked as she arranged the brownies on the plates.

“Wait— Himmel didn’t ask you?!”

Oh, how foolish he was to think the older twin actually asked your mother. Was he thinking too much when Himmel helped her out in cleaning the table? Perhaps yes, perhaps not. Or maybe Aunt Amos is hiding something that even she cannot tell the hidden secret to him?

“Well, I suppose I can give you a hint on what it is.” Amos motioned for him to come closer in which Venti quickly obeyed. Venti took note of all the words left from her lips in his head and is beginning to plan out events on the next days before your birthday.

His smile was brighter than the sun in this nightly hour and his eyes sparkled in excitement and joy. Even though her hint lacks information and clues he could deduct, he at least speculated it must be that item!

“Thank you, Miss Amos! That’s already a good hint for me! Now if you excuse me, I suppose we can eat this already...?” He sheepishly asked as he looked on the tray placed with a pile of brownies on a plate, a pitcher of iced tea, and three tall fragile glasses.

“I was about to ask you if you can bring it to the room. Be careful not to trip on your way!” The young male bobbed his head and picked up the tray with his two hands.

“Will do! And thank you for the snacks again!” And then off he goes, his slippers slapping against the tiled floor to make his way back to the shared room.

Amos watched his form disappear before her eyes flicked to the doorframe. A small smile appeared on her lips and crossed her arms over her chest.

��You can come out now, dear.” She said. A good minute of silence was only present in the kitchen before a tall man stepped out of the darkness, sighing heavily as he threw her a look of disappointment.

“Did that little rascal really have to use me in his riddles?” He groaned before taking a look over the leftover pieces of brownies.

“What? It’s kind of amusing and smart to do it. I’ll give him kudos for that.” Amos opened her lips and popped in small bits of the dessert in her mouth to take a taste of it.

“Hmph,” Decarabian huffed as he poured a drink to the glass.

“And let me guess that Himmel also asked you about [Name]’s birthday?” He almost spat out his drink when his wife mentioned the name of your friend. It would be a waste if he did that and he doesn’t like to cause a mess in this area already.

“I told you he’s a good kid. You just have to get rid of that frown of yours and your authoritative aura. Himmel’s always doing his best and now he even had the courage to approach and ask you.”

Decarabian could only stand still and remain silent as he sipped his drink.

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ive written a shared room scenario before and this is set on college au. Do take note this has nsfw content in it

#anon ask #ellianswers #venti x reader #himmel x reader #genshin impact x reader #elliwrites #venti fluff

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kodzukenscorner · 4 years

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can i get a headcannon of kenma, kunimi, bokuto and kageyama when the power is out and what you guys do together? (can be nsfw but im ok with whatever you are comfy with)

Kenma, Kunimi, Bokuto, and Kageyama during a blackout (SFW & NSFW)

a/n: anon baby I threw in some nsfw just for you 😘 under the cut cause oof this got long

wc: 1,663

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Kenma

Big surprise, you’re at his place watching him play a game

His screen suddenly turns off along with all the lights in the house

He sighs but doesn’t really care, he was playing on his switch anyway

He just grabs it and starts playing handheld and you are big sad

Now you can’t even watch him play unless you watch him over his shoulder like a creep

So you head over to his chair where he’s sitting and crawl into his lap

He lets you straddle him while he stays focused on his game

You’re a little upset at how he can stay focused on games even when the power is out so you start to move around a bit in his lap, trying to grab his attention

He just holds you closer in response so you decide to be a little more daring and grind your crotch against his

You can feel him tense up a bit but other than that, you don’t get much of a reaction

You do it again only this time much more obvious and harsh and you can hear him take in a sharp breath

You chuckle a little and keep grinding on him, whining his name, asking him to put his game down

He bluntly whispers in your ear that if you want him to fuck you, you’re gonna have to do the work yourself

Kenma is hardly ever that straightforward so that sentence alone was enough to get you all hot and bothered

You waste no time at all getting both of your pants off with no help from Kenma who is still diligently playing his game

He does sneak a peak when you undress and smirks at how horny you are

You climb back onto his lap and set yourself down on his cock

You’re mewling at how good it feels just to be his cockwarmer

You slowly start moving yourself on his dick, moaning at every little move you make

You start moaning his name to get his attention, taking off your shirt once he glances at you

It gets harder for you to keep going and all you want is for him to just fuck you

Once you feel like you’re about to cum, you watch Kenma put down his switch

Apparently his switch “died” heh sure kenma

But you’re not complaining because he’s finally fucking you the way you were begging him to

Kunimi

You guys are just doing some studying in his room, he’s at his desk and you're on his bed, silently working

He was on the bed with you but he started dozing off so you made him sit at his desk so he would focus

The rain outside gets stronger and then the power just fizzles out

He groans and tells you he’s gonna go to check the power box

You try to insist on coming with him and he tells you to stay put, you pout but agree to wait

He gives you a hug before he walks out and tells you he doesn’t want you to get hurt walking around in the dark

ha simp

He comes back a few minutes later with some flashlights and cleans up his desk

You both know you’re not gonna be getting anymore studying done so he leaves a flashlight on his nightstand and joins you on the bed

He says you might as go to sleep early since the power is out and pulls you down onto the pillow with him

You are not feeling tired...at all.

It’s like 8pm and this boy is really soundly sleeping??

After laying wide awake for 30 mins you start messing with him hehe

You start kissing any open expanse of skin you can see: his neck, cheeks, nose, etc

it’s free real estate

He wakes up annoyed at you for interrupting his beauty sleep

He glares at you while you smile sweetly up at him like you did absolutely nothing wrong

He realizes you probably aren’t tired and decides to tease you right back

He rolls over so he’s on top of you and starts kissing you agonizingly slow

After a couple minutes of a surprisingly heated makeup session, you’re practically begging him to touch you

He’s having the time of his life watching you squirm under him

He is going to give you what you want but you can bet he’s going to take his sweet time undressing you

He just likes hearing how you desperately call out his name every time his hands get close to your waistband

When he finally gets down to it and slips into you, you are a whining mess

Honestly, you could cum right then and there but manage to hold on a little longer

Kunimi moves slow but his thrusts are harsh and he doesn’t seem to be losing his composure anytime soon

Meanwhile, you’re coming down from you first orgasm and you know that you are nowhere near done for the night

Bokuto

This big baby is watching a movie with you, but it’s hard to watch a movie with Bokuto because he’s constantly laughing and talking over it

Not that you’re complaining, you love to spend time with him on rainy days like this

He even insisted on building a pillow fort with you

So there you are watching your movie, in your makeshift fort, cuddled up in his beefy arms

You’re watching the movie on his laptop and you turned off the lights to set the mood so neither of you actually notices when the power goes out until after the movie

Once you two finally crawl out of your cave you’re both shocked to see the power for the whole neighborhood is out

Bokuto says this is the perfect opportunity for you to cuddle up in the pillow fort...even though you spent two hours doing just that

But hey! Who are you to complain?

How often do you get his undivided attention like this with no practice or other distractions around?

You two grab a bunch of snacks from the kitchen and crawl back into your fort, munching on different chips and cookies

You’re smiling at him like the lovestruck fool you are while he insists on telling a scary story

He brought a flashlight out and used it to light up his face from below, spinning some ridiculous tale about a haunted house

You keep giggling at how cute he is and he starts to complain about how you’re not scared at all

You laugh even more and he starts pouting, saying you need to be scared so he can protect you!

You pull him back down with you and hug him saying how scared of the dark you were just to please him

He holds you tight while basically yelling that he’ll keep you safe and nothing will hurt you

You look up at him and pull him down for a series of quick pecks on his lips

His smile grows bigger after each kiss until he pulls you into a long passionate one

Somehow this guys kisses always leave you breathless, no matter how many times you’ve done it before

When he pulls away, you’re quick to pull him back for another, needier kiss

He can feel how much you want him and nibbles at your lower lip to tease you

When you whimper he knows exactly what you want

He pulls away the tiniest bit so he can look you in the eye while he strokes your cheek

The unusually serious look in his eyes and the way his hand is planted firmly on your ass lets you know you won’t be able to move around much tomorrow

Oh well, at least your strong boyfriend will happily carry you around all-day

Kageyama

Y’all are chilling at his place, you were just outside tossing a ball for him to set

You guys came back inside for the night to rest up and suddenly the lights go out

You’re both confused because it’s not raining?

You suggest you guys should go check out the fusebox and Kageyama insists that you come with him down to the basement

Down in the basement, you both realize the fusebox is blown and there is no way the power is coming back on tonight

You don’t think much of it and head back upstairs together and start looking for candles to light

Kageyama is...following you like a puppy

He still has the same calm expression on his face but he’s clinging to you more than he usually does

After lighting some candles and setting them down in the living room you settle onto the couch with him and he sits right next to you

Then it hits you...

He’s scared of the dark

That is not at all what you were expecting but you think it’s cute either way how he’s stuck to your side but won’t admit it

So instead of teasing him about it, you just curl into his side even more

You can feel him physically relax under your touch and wrap his arms around you as he rests his face into the crook of your neck

He leaves little butterfly kisses across your neck as a way of thanking you for staying with him

Things get a bit heated when his kisses become more intense and travel down to your collarbones

It’s hard for him to keep his cool when you keep letting out little whimpers and moans

His hands find their way up your shirt and down your pants simultaneously

He loves to hear how flustered he can make you with just his fingers

And boy.... does he know how to use those fingers 👀

He won’t go much farther than fingering and teasing you because he’d much rather just have you in his arms for most of the night, talking about your day

Your voice is soothing to him and he’ll listen to it until he falls asleep

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beigehearts · 3 years

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Part I, The Awakening

so im in love with Ran Haitani i might not even get to any requests with the way im feeling so please bear with me. ill be writing fics to make myself feel better and that is all thank you for your understanding

TW / CW // unedited, violence, intense descriptions of gore Word Count: 2.7k

You find yourself in an alley. It's dark and dingy and smells something like rotten food and dead rats. It's a full moon tonight, and it shines brightly through the faded clouds. Snow is trickling down, so lightly that you would miss it if you weren't looking for it. You're laying in the snow of this revolting alley, laid out as if you're trying to make a snow angel.

How did you get here?

It's so cold that your fingers and toes have practically frozen off of your body. So numb, so cold, so alone. You sit up and look around; you can hear your bones creaking as you move around. Now that you're thinking about it... Who are you?

You stand up, ignoring the pain and aches of your body. You can't remember how you got here. You can't remember why you're hear. You can't remember even a week ago. Your mind is a blank slate and it makes you want to scream. Nothing. You remember absolutely nothing.

But you can't stay here. You're already one foot in the grave but you refuse to lay in it. You rub your arms and shiver. You're wearing nothing but a sports bra and some pajama shorts.

buzz buzz

Ah, a phone. You begin walking out of the alley and pull the phone from your pocket.

Addy

where are you??

are you okay???

I'm about to call the police

please answer

I'm worried about you.

sent at 2:04 am

That's not the only missed message. There are two others from who you can assume are friends. And a bunch of missed calls from those same friends.

It's 2:05 am on December 31st, 2007.

For some reason the date just feels wrong. Something about it just feels off.

There's an empty street with shops lining it, all of them with lights off and doors locked. You amble down it and are glad that you can't feel your toes. All you can feel in your bare feet is the crunch of the almost frozen over snow.

Maybe you'll be able to find something on your phone. Your cracked and slow smart phone opens up and you scroll to the maps app. The most recently searched address is 682 白桃通り. Alright, so that's where you'll go. Hopefully you can get out of this cold and warm up some.

You follow the directions, bearing with the 35 minute walk it directs. All of your limbs are starting to go numb, all of them feel like they'll fall off at any moment.

It's an apartment complex. You walk through the empty lobby and take the elevator to the sixth floor. 682... 682... Ah, here it is. The door has a large crack straight down the middle, and the doorknob is barely hanging on.

Hesitantly you push the door open and peek inside. You find the light switch and close the door behind you. The place is completely destroyed. The couch is flipped over and television is laying flat on the ground. Most definitely it will not be able to work. The walls have small holes in them... Bullet holes. There's blood splattered across the walls and the furniture.

But it's warm. So warm. You find the bedroom and hurry inside where it's even warmer. You rush to the bathroom and gape at your reflection.

Your nose is blue, there are icicles hanging from your eyelashes... The rest of your face is beat red and as you warm up it begins to burn. But that's not the extent of it. Your left eye is swollen, it's practically pulsating with it's black, purple and blue color. Your lip is cut down the side, you can see the flesh clearly as the skin splits.

You look down at your hands aimlessly and wonder, just where have you been? Your hands are the same color as your swollen eye and your knuckles are, blood smeared all over them.

As you examine your body, you begin to feel the pain setting in. Stinging hands, aching face, burning toes… It looks like you put up a fight with whatever happened. That thought alone seldom brings you comfort.

You look through the drawers of the bedroom, finding a sweatshirt and some sweatpants along with fuzzy socks. You waste no time in rushing to the shower, basking in the burn of the water and the aching of your sore muscles. The water runs brown and red, staining the shower tiles with it’s hideous color.

Once out of the shower you tend to your wounds. The cuts on your torso and face… But this bruise on your eye is only going to get bigger and swell until the point that you can’t see. You stand over your bathroom sink and grab a knife from the kitchen. Ah yes, here comes the worst part. You bring the knife up to your eye and try to stop the shaking of your hands.

This is necessary you remind yourself. You press the end of the knife into the wound, creating a decent sized slit in it. Immediately blood begins pouring out of it, blinding you as it stains your bathroom counters. Once it stops gushing by itself, you squeeze the rest of the blood out and put a bandage over it after disinfecting it.

After cleaning up the mess that looks like a murder (for the most part), you put on your clothing and jump right into bed. You definitely deserve a nice rest in this comfortable bed. After having done some sleuthing around the apartment, you realized that it’s yours based on the pictures hung of you and your friends. Not to mention the mug with your name on it.

Having the front door busted open and unable to be locked is a bit worrying but it couldn’t possibly get worse than it is right now. You wake up in the morning to the sound of pounding on your front door. Though it doesn’t really mean much because they burst into your house. What is up with people breaking into your house?

You sit up and squint at the suspects who enter your bedroom. There are two intimidating men who make their way over to you. One is an incredibly tall man, Wearing a black kimono of sorts that has something written on it that you can’t quite place. He has dark brown hair that’s pulled back into a single braid. On the side of his head is a dragon tattoo that you think must have been very painful to get.

The other man is much shorter than him, he has cropped black hair that covers his eyes and wears a tank top with a loose zip up sweatshirt.

“Looks like you’ve been busy.” Says the taller one with a chuckle. Though despite his words you can see worry in his eyes.

You look towards the shorter man and squint. He looks so tired, and so rundown. He cocks his head to the side and sucks on the lollipop hanging from his lips. “What the hell happened?”

They must be your friends, that’s the only way this makes sense. You stare at your hand and feel your mind go blank, because you’re asking yourself the same question.

The shorter one looks up at the taller, “Draken…”

He nods at his friend, knowing what he’s asking. The black haired one leaves the room and goes to investigate the torn up living room and kitchen.

So his name is Draken. He sits next to you and places a gentle hand on your knee. He furrows his brows and looks at your face, hoping for answers in just your expression.

“What’s going on?” He asks quietly.

You barely missed being shot… That you can remember but it’s more of an intuition than it is memory. You can hear the whizzing of the bullet by your ear and the loud blow of the gun, deafening you.

You look up at him and shake your head, “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“What do you remember?” He coos.

You shake your head more vigorously this time, “I don’t know! I don’t remember it! I don’t remember anything!”

His eyes go wide, “What do you not remember? How much?”

You shrug his hand off of your leg and find yourself yelling, “Nothing! Fucking! Nothing! I don’t even know my own fucking name!”

Draken stands up and holds his hand out to you, “We call you Bruiser…”

After that they swept you from your home and plopped you on the back of 'Mikey's' bike. You were taken to Draken's house, he lives in an apartment above his bike shop. Draken leads you through the building with his hand resting on your back.

You sit down on his futon and they settle down as well. They called some people and instructed them to come over. Now you're wondering if you're with friends or enemies. You assume they're friends but how could you ever be sure when you don't have any memories?

You down on some convenience store onigiri, realizing just how hungry you are. The hunger is painful, and your body feels weak.

Someone enters the room and you look up from your food. He's tall as well, with long black hair and narrow eyes. He storms through the room until he's directly in front of you, looking down at you with his sharp gaze. When he opens his mouth you see that his teeth are just as sharp as his look.

"Bruiser what is going on?" He growls out, seeming angry. But he's purely concerned.

Instead of answering you take a bite of your rice snack. He smacks the triangular rice from your hand and grips your jaw. "What happened?"

You grab his wrist to pull his hand away but you're just not strong enough. "Fuck if I know! Who do you think you are?!"

He grits his teeth and how he answers you sends you into silence.

His lips press against yours roughly and your eyes shoot wide open. His kiss is rough and so are his lips, and something about it is familiar. He steps back and examines you for a moment.

You open your mouth to speak but close it. But then you open it again, “Are you a fucking idiot?”

Laughter echoes throughout the room, everyone but you finding this funny. Mikey wipes a tear from his eye and shakes his head, “We we’re going to wait before getting to that point, Baji.”

Huh? What?

You stand up from the bed and shoot a cold look at Baji. How dare he kiss you without asking or waiting for your consent! You raise your hand and bring it down fast, leaving a red and stinging mark on his face.

That laughter trickles out, and turns into an uncomfortable silence. But you don’t have to deal with this… You’re not sure what kind of life you were living but it doesn’t matter, your dignity is more important.

You gather up your belongings, (a jacket, phone, some onigiri, wallet, keys) and storm out of the bike shop. You can tell that something in that room changed when you slapped Baji, a light and fun atmosphere turned dark and heavy.

You don’t bother with looking at your phone or asking for directions, you’ll end up wherever your feet take you. Where they lead you to is another shop… well actually it’s not a shop at all, it’s a bar. You check your phone, 5:45 pm. That’s plenty late enough for a drink.

But before you enter you gaze up at the neon sign. It’s a lit up pint of beer that’s being tipped to the side. The white of the foam is begging to tell you something…

An image flashes in your head, a man being held up against it. He’s held up by nails in his hands and feet, plastered up there for everyone to see, like a tourist attraction. Blood drips from above, dripping onto the sidewalk and leaving a thick puddle.

But it’s only a fleeting image.

You enter the bar and look around hesitantly. It’s some rich type of bar where the booths are surrounded by tinted glass and the tables have complimentary shot glasses. You’ve definitely been here before. But the layout of the place is bugging you. Somethings off.

You earn yourself some looks as you find an empty booth in the very back of the building. It’s smaller than the others, the others can fit six to eight people but this booth can only seat two to four.

It's not exactly as bumping as a bar/club usually is. Sweet oldies play quietly while rich groups of people sit together, sipping of martinis and laughing in 'rich'.

It really is beginning to bother you, immensely. Everything seems so familiar but so foreign at the same time. It's as if the décor has been changed around a bit but holds the same aesthetic as what you can remember. What is it? What feels so wrong about this?

You're too lost in your own thought to realize that someone has entered the building and taken a seat not far from you. He's surrounded by other men who take quickly to drinking. They seem out of place but their demeanor is very comfortable.

After a few drinks (maybe a few too many) You set down the stack of money that resides in your pocket. Who are you to have so much cash stashed away in your pocket? Maybe a prostitute? That would explain why that man kissed you before. Baji.

Time to go home, you're pretty sure you remember how to get home even in this drunken state. Apparently you're a woman who can handle her alcohol, good to know. You find yourself skipping down the empty street of the usually bustling town. Everything seems to shut down at night, leaving it as a ghost town.

There's something so freeing in being a reborn human. While it's frustrating, it feels like you can be anyone or anything. No regrets to weigh on you, no trauma to destroy you, and no memory of the people who have most certainly used you. It's so freeing.

Snowflakes begin descending from the sky, brushing over your clothes and leaving the tiniest of wet spots. It's just like that night. Yesterday night. It seems like so long ago. But this time you aren't half naked and freshly beaten. The moon is shining so brightly that it's almost blinding even through the clouds heavy with snow. You've realized you need to learn to appreciate the small things... In just one day of your new blank slate life, you've had a lot of realizations.

Appreciate the small things. Your past doesn't define you. Perseverance is key. Life is fragile and short... all cheesy realizations you would hear a villain from a kids movie say. But those realizations are a lot for a person with no memories. Right?

Behind you there's the crunching of feet on the cold snow, following not too far behind. Once again your thoughts have consumed you and your senses, leaving you oblivious and defenseless.

The perpetrator begins gaining on you, until he's only steps away. Something else that you didn't know is just how fast your reflexes are. A hand reaches out to you and you duck, swinging your leg to knock the person off of their feet. But they easily evade your attack by jumping over your leg like a skip-it.

You jump back and hold your fists up, ready to fight whoever it is.

In front of you stands a tall man with fair skin. His hair is parted into two sections, black braids that hang over his shoulders. He's wearing a black outfit that makes it hard to see his physique but you can assume it's muscular and lean. But it's his eyes. Yes.

Cold, lifeless eyes that peer down at you as if you are no more than a pathetic bug. Yes. That's what it is. That's exactly what it is.

A long stick, cracking into the back of your knee and you fold. You're hit over the head with it but barely remain consciousness. That baton... Why are you remembering a cold and heavy baton assaulting you when you look at this man?

He puts a hand on his hip and cocks his head to the side, "Why are you alive Bruiser?"

#ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #haitani x reader #baji #baji x reader #mikey #draken #tokyo revengers #part 1 #the awakening #tokyo manji gang #bonten

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mashiraostail · 3 years

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I've been having a lot more depressive episodes lately.(dw, im getting help) But, can i have Nemuri and Aizawa comforting a s/o who just had a depressive episode? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable with the topic, but if you do thank you so much

Thanks for the request! I can do this for sure and I hope it helps! As someone who is also depressed I put some lil tidbits from my own struggles in here (specifically the gargantuous amount of energy turning the shower knob can take me and how that simple action has literally stopped me showering for weeks) If you’re struggling right now please remember to extend your body the same kindness you so consistently extend to other people!! Even by sitting here reading my writing you’re being so amazingly kind to me!! Project that back onto yourself and give yourself a reward, a glass of water at your favorite temperature, or even a snack if you can stomach it! It’s easy to drown ourselves in comfort content and neglect tangible acts of self love but I promise the energy will be worth it!

Nemuri: It’d been a while since Nemuri heard from you, and even longer since she’s seen you, which was rare. You didn’t drop off the face of the planet or anything but you had been evading her invitations to go out or even just to spend a night with her. She wanted to avoid showing up unannounced but it was becoming concerning. The last thing she wanted was to make you think she didn’t trust you or to startle you, but whenever she brought it up you brushed her off. She hated the idea of you being sick or even just swamped with work all alone when she was more than capable of helping you out. Eventually she just decides to show up, she texts you first but you don’t even appear to open it, she just had a bad feeling and if hero-work taught her anything it was to always trust a bad feeling. She knocks on your front door for a while to no avail, ringing the bell intermittently, she’s just met with silence. Her key works which at least is a good sign that you didn’t pack up and move across the country or something. “Hello??” She wanders into the apartment. It’s dark and radio silent. But there are dishes in the sink, your shoes strewn around the entryway and your bag on the table. “You here??” You were definitely here, your car keys were on the couch and your usual walking around sneakers...or. one of them was underneath the coffee table. She decides to check your bedroom. “I’m gonna open the door okay?? If you aren’t decent now’s the time to say it don’t freak out at me okay?? I’m opening the door now.” She opens the door with covered eyes. “Hello?” She peeks between her fingers and is greeted with the sight of you, or the lump that is probably you, curled up underneath your duvet. “Nemuri.” Your head pokes up overtop your pile of pillows and the fluff of your comforter. “Well hello!” She piques, clearly relieved to see you, “good morning to you sleeping beauty, though it is 4 in the afternoon.” She pushes the door open the rest of the way and enters the room. “What’s up?” She leans against your dresser, “where have you been?” “Where does it look like I’ve been?” You sigh. “What’re you a vampire or something now? Decided to go fully nocturnal?” She grins but you don’t mimic her amusement. “What’s wrong babe? I’ve done like 4 things that you would have laughed at by now. Something’s obviously wrong. I texted you and called but you didn’t reply...are you upset with me? This isn’t how you normally act when you’re upset with me...” She wrings her hands together, “normally you come to see me all the time, I’m not saying you have to be inseparable from me or anything but...well this just isn’t like you..if I made you mad I’d rather you tell me babe since I’m clueless..” You sigh, suddenly feeling guilty for your radio silence for the past few days and the increasing distance you’d put between the pair of you for the past week or so now. It was intentional you just shut down and you didn’t mean to but everything was a chore, even the things you loved, sometimes especially the things you loved. “No...it’s not you.” “Well I’m...” She looked confused, “I’m glad to hear that but I’m still kinda lost. Are you sick? Did someone else make you upset? If someone else is giving you problems you need to tell me.” Having the green light gets her to venture further into your bedroom and sit on the edge of your mattress, “I can set some people straight if that’s the problem.” “No it’s..nobody...no one is giving me any trouble that’s not it.” You also suddenly feel sort of stupid. You don’t even know what put this on. One day you were fine and the next you were worse, and then next was worse and the next was worse than that until you ended up where you were now. In bed 5 days removed of a shower where your one meal of the day consisted of a plain bagel sometimes toasted other times not. “No one?” She reaches out and holds the bend of your knees, “are you sure?” You nod. “Okay then...well what is it? I wanna help but you’ve gotta let me know how.” “I just...” You scrub your face, “I just...it’s been a really bad week or..2 weeks or..however long. I don’t know. I feel so depressed and exhausted and everything is annoying and tiring and no matter how much I sleep I can’t seem to stay awake.” She takes in a breath at that and nods with it. “Oh. OH. Well now I feel stupid pulling away so much. I just didn’t wanna be overbearing and offend you or..well...well what’s up? What set all this on? Did something happen to...to make you feel upset or?” “I don’t know...I just think I haven’t been taking good enough care of myself. I’ve been slacking and procrastinating and then I got overwhelmed and then I got upset and now...I’m here. I just feel like such an idiot and now to think I made you think I was upset with you because I was too-” “Don’t even finish that sentence.” Nemuri shushes you, “it’s alright. Really you don’t have to feel bad about that. I get it, I understand now so it’s okay. I’m sorry for making it about me.” Her hand moves up to squeeze your thigh. “I wanna do everything I can to help okay? Whatever I can do to help you come out on top with this thing...” Her other hand squeezes your lower arm, “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me with this sort of thing okay? We don’t have to get into the...deep emotional part of it if you don’t wanna talk about that with me. But we can start small can’t we? When’s the last time you had something to drink?” She looks at the empty glasses on your bedside table. “And when’s the last time you ate or took a shower?” The face you make at that tells her more than enough. “Okay you don’t have to answer that.” She reaches out tuck your hair back but you flinch away from it, the last thing she need to feel was your dirty hair. “Come on with that.” She sighs, “I don’t think you’re gross. I’m not grossed out at all okay? I promise. I’ve had my fair share of shower protests. It’s in the job description, no ones perfect. I love you, smelly or not. Now hold still and let me give you a kiss.” You relent at that. She presses a long kiss to your temple, sighing into your skin, “I’m sorry you feel this way. I don’t wan you to feel this way ever..so let’s start small.. How about a nice bath, yeah? I’ll set one up for you you can soak in it for a bit, while you do that I’ll clean up around here, change your sheets and...work on that.. situation.. in the sink, then when you’re ready I’ll come wash your hair for you. After that you can relax in the bath a little more, shave if that’s something that will make you feel good, or I could put some conditioner in your hair. Or you can just sit in a nice warm bath with a cold bottle of water and get your energy back up. I’ll get you some real food in the mean time.” She doesn’t poke or prod for information, she washes your hair with the same care and consideration that went into most of the things she did, she didn’t ask to join you, or to stay. She asked if you wanted to be alone for a little bit longer and left you to it when you confessed that you did only poking in to leave ‘the comfiest looking pajamas I could find’ for when you were done cleaning up. You manage to get yourself up and out of the bath without having to call for the help or extra motivation to do it. She only looks delighted to see you. “How’d the bath go? Did I use enough bubbles?” “It was nice..I didn’t realize how..far gone I was..I feel better..” You rub your arm, if she’s at all perturbed by your confession it’s not detectable. “Yeah?? I had a feeling it would help. Now come here. I really want a hug.” She pats the empty bed beside her and you make your way over. “Good, there you are.” She wraps her arms around you and sighs, “I missed you.” She tucks you easily into her chest, her free hand scratching the nape of your neck, “don’t apologize for that.” She stops you before you can talk. “I ordered some food from that place you like. I wanted to make something so you could get some food in you a little faster but...you’re running a little low on raw materials.” She combs her fingers through your wet hair, “it’s okay though having your favorite might make you feel a little better.” “Yeah..thanks for being here.” You close your eyes, still exhausted but your chest felt lighter, your whole body felt lighter. “Of course. I only wish I came sooner but...” She pulls back and looks at you, holding the base of your skull in her hands, “I get wanting to be alone sometimes. Needing space to get your feet on the ground is normal but...don’t be afraid to ask for my help either. If there ever is a time that you want me here, need me here even...I want to be here. I know I can rely on you so I hope you know you can rely on me too.” She presses a long kiss to your forehead at that. “I think I’ll feel a lot better tomorrow.” Your voice is quiet and your fingers brush against her collarbone. “That’s good.” Her palm pulls your hair off your forehead, “in the meantime I’ll be here to help you get there.”

Aizawa: Aizawa was an introvert himself. He liked being around other people at times of course but sometimes he just needed a quiet room to recharge. He figured you did too, and plus you were both plenty busy. For the most part he trusted your judgement and tended to not be very insecure when it came to how much time you spent together. He liked being around you, and would rather be with you than not for the most part but he understood probably better than anyone what exhaustion can do to a person. If you were tired then you could recharge. That being said he wouldn’t avoid you if he saw you out and about, and he saw you out and about. It was actually late for you to be out, late for anyone to be out really. You were leaving a convince store and he was getting ready to call it a night with patrolling. “Hey.” The way you jump out of your skin at his voice tells him he maybe should have approached you with noisier steps. “Sorry.” “It’s okay.” You clutch the bag you were holding, “I just thought I was getting mugged is all.” “You think there are criminals running around when I’m out here? I don’t know if I should be insulted.” He teases a little and you jump. “That isn’t how I meant-” “I know.” He chuckles, “I know. What are you doing out so late? It’s almost midnight.” “I...had to get some stuff.. You bounce nervously on the balls of your feet, the last thing you needed was him seeing you like this. It was the first time you’d gone out in like 2 weeks, you were sure you looked as terrible as you felt. “You don’t look very happy to see me.” Ever intuitive. You supposed you didn’t keep it much of a secret, the first thing you did whenever you saw him was reach out for him, his hand, his arm, his waist, you just wanted to touch. Or normally you did, but now all you wanted to do was get away. “I’m just...exhausted. Sorry I am happy to see you. I’m always happy to see you.” You rub your eyes, “like you said, it’s late.” “It is late.” He agrees, “I’m finished here.” “O-oh that’s good..are you hurt at all?” “No, slow night...but.. why don’t we spend the night together? Since we’re both here.” He didn’t need to see the state of your apartment. “U-uh okay yeah we can go to yours..” “You’re closer.” He raises his eyebrows, letting his goggles fall around his neck, “and you just bought stuff. I’m assuming it’s for your apartment not mine.” He peeks into the bag, “I don’t remember sending you a midnight shopping list.” “W-well yeah but there’s school tomorrow and you’re closer so it’s probably easier for you and-” “You’re an extra five minutes out.” He laughs at that, “and unless you trashed all my things in the week I went without seeing you I have plenty of stuff to wear at your place.” “Y-yeah I mean..that is true.” He raises one eyebrow at you, “so?” You couldn’t think of a good reason to say no, the mountain of dishes in your sink, the full washer and dryer and 2 baskets of unfolded laundry didn’t seem like an excuse, especially considering it was knowledge you wanted to withhold from him in the first place. “Y-yeah sure..it has been a while.” “Alright, let’s go then.” He reaches out and takes your bags from you batting your hand away as you try to stop him. “You’ve been working-” “I got it. It’s fine come on. You really shouldn’t be out so late by yourself you know.” “You’re probably right..” You murmur, making to follow him down the road. He doesn’t pry about your jittery state, he asks a few question about how your day went and seems to back down even more when you take a hold of his arm on your walk. “It really is slow tonight.” He looks around, “at least you picked a good night for a midnight excursion.” He nudges you a little playfully and you hum. You wanted to be more engaging but every step brought you closer to the impending doom that would be Shota seeing the abysmal state in which you were living. Once you get to the front door you realized you didn’t have your keys. “I...” You look at your shoes and he leans against the wall. “What’s up?” “I don’t have my keys..” “You really are lucky you ran into me.” He straightens up and shifts the bags to one arm to fish around in his pocket, “I’ve got one. Are you feeling alright?” You don’t reply because...well he’d figure it out. “Please don’t say anything rude.” You warble mostly to yourself as the lock clicks, he pushes the door open. “What do you mean don’t say anything rude, why would I-” He clicks the light on as he steps inside. Oh it’s worse than you remembered. How’d your laundry get to the couch? And why did you get a new glass every time you wanted water? Especially when you didn't drink it half the time. Everything is clearer in hindsight. “Oh.” He sets the bags down on the coffee table, which is really the only clear surface in a 10 foot radius of him. “I’m sorry.” You groan, slumping into the wall and scrubbing your face, “I’m so gross-” “I didn’t say that...But let me ask again.” He turns to you, “are you feeling alright?” “Not really no..” You look down again and he starts to pick up some of the glasses. “The sink isn’t any better..” You warn him, hugging your chest. “Yeah I figured.” He turns to you, arms full of various aspects of your mess. “Don’t look so guilty. Come on.” He nods you towards your kitchen, you figure the least you can do is pick up a few spoons, bowls and glasses on your way in. “You don’t have to clean up after my stupid mess I-” “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He shakes his head, “you don’t feel good. I wish you’d said something sooner. I would have come when you asked.” “Don’t feel bad.” You murmur, “I wasn’t ready anyways.” “Come here.” He holds an arm out and you cringe, “I probably smell terrible I haven’t-” “It’s okay. It’s all okay. I’m not holding any of this against you, no one is. Come on. Over here.” So you shuffle into his chest, eventually wrapping tired arms around his ribs. “Does this help?” He’s rubbing long strokes up your back, his palm his firm against you every stroke pushing you a little closer. You just nod into his chest. “Did something happen? Did someone upset you? Or are you just having a hard time right now?” “I’m just having a hard time.” You reply, trying not to let your voice sound to wet or warbly. “Cry if you want to. If you need to. It’s okay. I won’t hold that against you either. Sometimes the best thing you can do is cry. I’ll be here for you while you do.” It’s not loud hiccup-y sobs, you aren’t bawling and sniffling. It sounds just as tired as the rest of you, it’s listless and exhausted and downright empty. It honestly hurt him to hear it a little. He’s been there too. One hand holds the back of your head the other keeps running those lines up your back pressing between your shoulder blades. “What do you think about taking a shower?” His fingers glide along the hem of your tee shirt, grazing your neck lightly. “It’s not that I don’t want to-” “I know. Hey, I know.” He pulls you away and slicks your hair back, “but you’re neglecting your body right now. Even if you don’t mean to. Your skin and hair will be really thankful for a shower right now. How can I help you get there?” He takes you to the bathroom and carefully undresses you going as far to turn the shower nob for you. “Sit if you need to.” He reminds you, gathering your clothes off the ground, “I’m going to leave the door open so call me if there’s anything you can’t do, but I’ll come check on you in 10 minutes okay? Is there anything you don’t want me touching or cleaning without you? Is there anything that’s off limits?” “No...it’s okay...I just feel bad you’ve been working and now-” “Don’t feel bad. I’m not doing anything that you wouldn’t do for me. Take your shower, I’ll come back in a few minutes after I fold up the laundry out here. Try to stay focused.” “Thank you.” You nod and squeezes your shoulder. “You’re welcome. And thank you for trusting me.” He helps you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel. In the time you’d spent in the shower he’d gotten most of your dishes into the dish washer and you could see your couch again. “New sheets.” He kisses your temple, “you ready to go to sleep?” You nod as he tosses a tee shirt to you. “Tomorrow morning you’re gonna eat a good breakfast with me right?” “I don’t really have much to cook with-” “We’ll make it work.” He leans back against the pillows, “don’t worry about it now. Right now just focus on getting some sleep, real genuinely restful sleep. Wake me up if you need me.”

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A Favor: Part Four

Nessian Modern AU

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a/n: hey y'all. my new job has been draining the life out of me so i have very little energy left for writing, which is why these updates are taking so long. im still very passionate about this fic though, it just takes me more time to write :(

in other news, this chapter is saturated with descriptions of pain, both physical and emotional. i hated writing it but it was worth it.

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Nesta, 14

Sometimes it all becomes too much. Feyre asking for help with homework and Elain begging for more money to go to the strip mall, and their dad ignoring them all as if they aren’t even there. Sometimes she wants to leave it all behind and pretend she isn’t anchored to three other people, wants to pretend she is a lone being in a lonely world.

When she needs to go away, she comes here.

Cherrywood House is quiet, as it always is this time of year. One of several expensive vacation homes in the Smokies, Cherrywood is Nesta’s favorite for a multitude of reasons— it’s empty for ten out of twelve months of the year, it’s the only house with a clear view of the nearby lake, and cherry blossoms bloom on trees out in the back every spring.

It’s early June, and she has a few more weeks left with the house until its owners return. The family that owns the place never leaves a trace of themselves behind when they leave each August, so Nesta returns the favor by never leaving hints of her inhabitance either.

She takes her worn Converse and socks off at the back porch and climbs in through the unlocked window barefoot. This is where she belongs. A ghost roaming the empty halls, with no one to care for and no one to care for her.

She makes her way upstairs to her preferred hideout spot: an airy bedroom with a bay window seat that looks out onto the cherry blossom trees outside. Cracking the window open to let the fragrance of flowers in, she settles into the bench seat with her book of the week and starts reading.

Absorbed in dreams of deep love and deeper kisses, Nesta doesn't notice the sun going down until she can barely make out the words on the page before her. Glancing up with sore eyes, she realizes she needs to leave soon if she doesn't want to take the wooded path back home in the dark.

“Damn,” she sighs, but she gets up and shuts the window firmly.

She keeps her nose in her book all the way down the hall and down the stairs, and doesn't sense anything off until a large shadow flashes in the corner of her eye. Her head whips up, and the face that greets her looks just as surprised as she is.

Nesta freezes.

“Um,” the guy says. He’s maybe a few years older than her, seventeen or eighteen, and tall with shaggy dark hair. The front door of the house is still cracked open behind him. “What the fuck?”

Nesta unfreezes. And then she runs.

All the way through the main hall and to the back door, while the boy’s shouts chase her through the house. “Hey, wait up!”

They weren't supposed to be here this early—

Her hand wraps around the back door handle and she flings it open, shoving through the second screen door and shooting right down the porch steps. Heavy steps behind her ignite a panic in her, and she gains a burst of speed.

“HEY!” he calls again. Soft grass becomes dirt and twigs beneath Nesta's feet, and she knows she's reached the tree line. Dark shadows fall over her as she darts into the safety of the woods.

Still standing on the back porch and waving a raggedy pair of Converse, Cassian tries calling for the girl one more time. “You forgot your shoes!”

Cassian wakes up at five in the morning to the sound of the house’s pipes creaking, a telltale sign that someone is using one of the faucets. Blinking his eyes open, he hears the distant sound of the shower running.

Who would get up in the freezing cold at this hour just to take a shower? He checks the time once more to make sure he isn't imagining things, and gets up to peek his head out of his bedroom. Sure enough, light leaks out from under the bathroom door.

Cassian walks up to the bathroom and listens closely for any sound beside running water. He knocks hesitantly. “Nesta?”

Her muffled voice calls back to him, but he can't make out a thing.

“Are you alright?” he asks. “How long have you been in there?”

There’s no response, and now he’s concerned. Raising his voice, he says, “I’m going to come in to hear you better, is that okay?”

A soft affirmative answers him, and he tries the doorknob. It’s already unlocked, which is odd, but he pokes his head into the steam-filled bathroom cautiously. “Nesta?”

From behind the curtain of the shower, a pale, tired face appears. She’s sitting on the floor of the tub, he realizes. “Hey,” she attempts a feeble smile at him.

Cassian fully enters the bathroom, the humidity dampening his skin. “Are you okay? When did you get up?”

“I’ve only been in here for an hour, maybe.” Her voice is weak enough that he has to move closer to hear her. “Don’t worry about your water bill. I’ll pay it, I swear.”

He shakes his head, confounded. “I don’t care about the water bill. You still haven’t told me if you’re okay.” He moves to crouch beside the bathtub, the opaque shower curtain the only barrier between them.

Nesta rolls her eyes, looking embarrassed. “It’s just cramps. I get really sick on my periods, and I would have warned you that they suck ass, but that would imply that my period could affect you. It doesn’t have to affect you— if you just leave me to myself for a few days, I won’t even be a bother.”

Cassian blinks, not really knowing where to start with that, so he just says, “But why the shower?”

Nesta shifts uncomfortably behind the curtain. “Sometimes hot water is the only thing that helps with the pain. I already tried getting out of the shower, but it hurt so bad— I had to go right back in. I’ll get out eventually, don’t worry.”

Cassian frowns. This all sounds incredibly worrying. “This is normal for you?”

She’s about to answer when her face pinches in a look of discomfort. “Cassian,” she says, strained.

He leans closer, wanting to help. “Yeah?”

“Get out.” She doesn't look like she has the energy to add anything else.

Cassian wants to defy Nesta and stay right there, but that would require arguing with her, and she clearly is no longer in the mood to hold up a conversation.

Reluctantly, he nods. “I’ll be right down the hall. Yell if you need anything.”

Nesta is already sinking lower into the tub, trying to get more fully under the burning hot spray. Her eyes drift closed and she hums in answer.

Cassian doesn't return to his room like he said he would, but heads downstairs instead. He spends a good ten minutes reading the drug labels of various painkillers from the medicine cabinet before carefully arranging a nonlethal cocktail of them on a tray. He adds a cold glass of water and various handpicked snacks before returning upstairs to set the tray by Nesta’s bedside, and turns the heat all the way up to combat the chill in her room, just in case.

Then he goes back to his room and waits. He tries to listen closely for the sound of the shower stopping, but he’s not used to being up this early on a Saturday, and his bed is so warm…

He falls asleep waiting.

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Nesta stumbles out of the shower long after Cassian leaves her and downs a handful of pills without thinking too much about who left them for her. She already has an idea of how the next few days will go, and she just hopes Cassian will allow her the dignity to suffer through it alone.

She crawls into bed exhausted and shuts her eyes tight. The next time she opens them, sunlight is streaming weakly through the windows. Jarring pain lances through her abdomen, and she brings her legs all the way up to her chest and whimpers. From the edge of her consciousness, she notices the snack tray has been replaced with lunch— some leftover lasagna from the night before. Sneaking out her hand from her mountain of blankets, she goes for her phone. A text sent nearly an hour ago waits for her.

Cassian: please eat.

Nesta glares at the lasagna because she knows better. She might have spent this morning eyeing the bathroom tiles to determine if they were clean enough for her to curl up there and die, but she's not at a point to abandon her dignity just yet. The last thing her roiling nausea needs is solid food. Instead, she gathers the focus to text back Cassian: Leave me alone today.

It's only after she sends the message that she realizes it sounds harsh, but she can't bring herself to explain further or to soften her tone. Her pain always has a way of stripping her of any defenses and formalities and leaving only a primal creature behind.

Turning her phone off, she closes her eyes and inhales tightly through her nose. A wave of cramps that feels closer to what a brutal stabbing victim would feel like overtakes her, and— no, she has to get up.

During times like these, the bathroom is Nesta’s favorite place in the whole world. Cool tiles to rest her head on, hot water just a foot away, and a spacious tub if she ever feels like passing out. Heaven. Naturally, she escapes there first.

After maybe another hour of restless writhing and moving about, Nesta decides the suffering isn't worth it and hobbles downstairs in search of some Nyquil to knock her out. She’s got the medicine cabinet halfway open when a broad hand slams it back shut, and she turns to find Cassian standing behind her with a stern look. “You haven’t eaten anything all day. You can’t take meds on an empty stomach.”

Nesta wants to cry at the denial of pain relief, but she grips the counter behind her and manages a glare instead. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“I will absolutely tell you not to wreck your liver, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

A desperate whine escapes her, and she can’t believe Cassian has to see her like this. Even worse, she sees sympathy soften his face as his hand slips off the cabinet next to her head. “I made soup,” he offers. “Can you have soup?”

Nesta hesitates. Her insides don’t hate the idea of soup. She nods.

***

Nesta insisted on avoiding Cassian for the rest of the day, and Cassian graciously eased off her back once he knew she’d eaten. He kindly pretended he didn’t hear her running back and forth from the bathroom all day because she couldn’t sit still, and only interrupted her once to make sure she took more Tylenol before bed.

Now, long after night has fallen, Nesta is truly alone. Her medicine either hasn’t kicked in yet or isn’t strong enough to do its job tonight. She can barely think straight, and this is when the most primal part of herself comes out.

Despite her age, despite everything, she still cries. She cries as if anyone would bother listening, physical pain intertwining with the pain and humiliation of being ignored. “Papa,” she calls into her pillow, again and again.

She hasn’t trusted her papa in years, and yet she still expects him to rescue her. She still waits for him to show up and make everything better.

A hot tear leaks from her eye, and the catharsis of it distracts from her cramps. She curls up into a ball and cries harder, as if she can weep out everything that’s wrong with her body.

A soft knock interrupts her helpless whimpers, and Nesta hears the door open a moment later. “Nesta? Were you calling for me?”

Somebody came. No one’s ever come for her before.

A sigh of relief escapes her, and she forgets to put her walls up. “I’m just—” she tries to say, “so tired.”

She hears Cassian come farther into the room and curse. “Fuck, it’s an icebox in here.”

A hand nudges at her mound of comforters, giving Nesta’s shoulder a shake. “You should’ve told me the heater wasn’t working. Are you okay?”

That question sets her on edge. “Do I look okay?” her voice cracks. She wants to cry even harder now that he’s here, for some reason.

“Obviously not,” he mutters. “You’re staying in my room tonight. Get up.”

Nesta groans and burrows further into her freezing cocoon of sheets. “Don’twannamove.”

“It’s either that or I’m carrying you. I’m good either way.”

Nesta finally cracks her eyes open, glad that Cassian is only a tear-blurred figure in the dark. She doesn’t want to read whatever is on his face right now. Gathering her heavy comforter around herself, she gets up and lets Cassian lead her down the hall to his room.

Toasty warmth hits her as soon as she’s inside, and she makes an exhausted sound and drops the comforter. In a blur, she’s tucked into Cassian’s bed, enveloped by his scent and his lingering body heat on the sheets. Under the dim lamplight, Cassian seems to finally take notice of the tear tracks on her face. Clicking his tongue in sympathy and concern, he rubs his thumb over the sensitive skin under Nesta’s eyes. Her whole body shudders under the gentle touch. Who knew just the pad of his finger could combat this inescapable agony?

“This isn’t normal,” he murmurs. “I’m taking you to a doctor as soon as this storm clears.”

If Nesta was in the right state of mind, she’d tell him absolutely not. However, she’s barely comprehending his words as it is, so she watches him click the lamp off in silence. Darkness fills the room, but she can hear him moving.

“I’ll be right back,” his voice rumbles, and then she’s alone again. More tears leak at the feeling of abandonment. She’s so sick of herself.

After what feels like an eternity but is only a few minutes, she hears Cassian return. The mattress dips behind her as he climbs under the blankets with her, and then Nesta feels something hot and dry being pressed to her side. A towel. “Does this help?” he murmurs, his voice surprisingly close to her ear.

Wordlessly, Nesta reaches down and takes his hand holding the hot towel, dragging it beneath the hem of her sweater so the heat burns against her bare skin. She sighs and allows her tensed body to sag, leaning back into the hard cradle of Cassian’s chest and arms.

In her ear, Cassian’s breathing has gone shallow. His hand slips from her side, only to find her back and start rubbing up and down.

Her eyes flutter shut.

“My mother was a Muslim immigrant from Algeria,” Cassian whispers out of nowhere. “And whenever I felt sick as a little kid, I would crawl into her lap and she would rub my back just like this, and say some prayers and blow on my face, and I would feel better.”

Nesta makes a weak sound of acknowledgment. That sounds nice, nicer than anything she ever knew growing up.

“I’m sorry I don’t know any prayers,” Cassian says. Then, Nesta feels a whoosh of breath tickle the side of her face. “Does that help?”

It feels weirdly good, and Nesta's shoulders start shaking. She doesn't know if she's holding in a laugh or a sob. Cassian’s hand stills on her back. “Nesta?”

A sharp wave of pain sets her straight. After she breathes through it, she tells him, “You don't need to pray. Just… keep talking to me.”

His hand resumes drawing circles on her back. “Alright.” And he whispers stories into her ear for the rest of the night, until she's fallen asleep and long afterward.

The next morning, Nesta is feeling much better. Cassian knows this because she’s sitting in the living room when he comes downstairs, straight-backed instead of hunched over in pain, and she’s regained the energy to glare at him.

Cassian’s relief at seeing Nesta okay hesitates at that glare. He slows on the bottom step. “How’re you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Don't call me that.”

He blinks, not sure what he did wrong. Before he can ask, Nesta says, “You didn't listen to me.”

“Excuse me?” He strolls deeper into the living area.

“I told you to leave me alone while I'm on my period, and you didn't listen. You dragged me to your room and made me spend the night with you.”

“You were crying for help,” Cassian says in disbelief. “What was I supposed to do? Ignore you?”

“Yes.” She looks even angrier. “It’s humiliating for me to have you see me like that. It's humiliating to have my own family see me like that.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but you’re—” He almost says overreacting, but some deep instinct tells him that word won’t fly well with Nesta. “You’re wrong,” he decides. “Whatever you think I’m thinking of you after last night, you’re wrong.” Cassian has no problem going into caretaker mode for Nesta; it's his natural state of being most of the time anyway. Besides, last night was… a new experience for him. For a multitude of reasons. “You can't tell me you go through that every month and have never had anybody take care of you.”

“I haven't, and for good reason,” Nesta seethes. “You had no right to see me like that.”

Cassian leans on the arm of a chair and crosses his arms, considering her. “Have you ever seen a doctor about your period?”

“That’s none of your business,” she snaps. Here is the Nesta that Feyre is always talking about: quick to anger and always on the defense, to the point that she comes off as unreasonable. Nothing like the helpless woman in tears from just the night before.

It brings out a rougher side of Cassian, one that wants to nip and bite at her boundaries instead of letting her be comfortable all the time. “That’s no way to talk to someone who stayed up all night to wait on you hand and foot, you know.”

“Don’t you dare hold that against me.” Nesta’s voice is dangerously cold.

“I’m not holding it against you. I’m taking you to a doctor.”

“No.”

“I already made an appointment.”

“Cancel it.” Her voice is brittle and she’s now trembling with restrained rage. Cassian doesn’t know if it’s because he’s refusing to give her a choice or if she just really doesn’t like doctors. Either way, it doesn’t change how Nesta ran out of bed at four this morning to puke her soup up. If it wasn’t for all this snow, he would have dragged her ass to the ER by now.

“I don’t have health insurance,” Nesta admits when she sees that Cassian won’t back down. “And I’ve made it this far without any cause for concern; there’s no reason to go.”

“Then I’ll pay for it,” he says simply. Her lack of care for her health astounds and angers Cassian at the same time. How is it that nobody, not even her family, has looked at this woman before and said You’re not okay, do you need help? How many times has she cried in pain with no one to listen?

Nesta has now stood up and is turning red in the face. “Absolutely not. Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Cassian smirks and straightens up.

“I’m not going to the doctor,” she barks. “Cancel the appointment.”

“No.”

“DO IT!”

In that moment, Cassian sees it. He sees how beneath the adult manner and adult words, the carefully crafted facade of cool, there is an explosive, tantrum-prone child. And he’s about to reveal her for good.

“It’s this Wednesday. I hope you don't mind skipping class.”

An enraged shriek shatters the air in the room, and before Cassian can even be shocked Nesta is verbally pouncing on him, yelling, “How fucking dare you, you complete shithead—”

“Nesta.”

“You have no right to— You’re so useless, this is why I didn't want to stay with you, this is why I never talked to you—”

“Nest—”

“You egomaniacal manipulative bastard— just because you let me stay in your house doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do—”

“Damn it Nesta, can you just shut up and LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!”

Nesta freezes and blinks, taken aback. Cassian immediately snaps his mouth shut, wondering if he’s finally crossed that line he’s been so cautiously toeing this whole time.

He watches her face closely, looking for signs of upset— or worse, fear. She only says, “Fine.”

He’s confused. “Fine, what?”

“Fine, I’ll go to the doctor’s.” Just like that, her fight is gone and the facade is back in place. She sets her jaw, but a hint of surprise and newfound discovery lingers in her eyes. “But I’m not letting you pay for it. It’ll have to come out of my own pocket.” She doesn't look happy about that part.

Cassian wants to argue her, but he knows how to pick and choose his battles. For now, he’s just baffled that he demanded Nesta to do something, and she listened.

He raised his voice at her. God, he yelled at her in anger and she only blinked in response, and now she’s listening to him. What kind of sick alien shit is this?

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The Mayor’s Sweet Treat Chapter 7

Ao3 link Wordcount: 1861 (a bit shorter than usual sorry) Ship: Intruality TWs: Food, anxiety attack, unhealthy family relationships (mentioned), swearing, sexual references Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 Taglist: @crazydemigod666 @star-crossed-shipper @newtnotfound @idont-freaking-know @someoneiwasnt @crownofrats @the-sympathetic-villain @cute-and-angsty-princess @lonelymuffin @bloodyjay-0666 @im-an-anxious-wreck @fantasticallytired @obsessive-fallen-angel

Janus subtly slipped away from the large party. Growing up with a parent who is a cop he got very good at sneaking around. As teenagers he, Remus and Virgil would sneak out most nights and get up to no good. Well teenagers may have been a bit of a stretch, it all only really stopped two years ago when Remus decided to run for mayor. Even now Janus was still doing the same things, just alone. Janus looked around the well taken care of lawn, it was very different to any other farms. It hadn’t changed a bit from how he remembered it. He’d been here a few times as a kid along with the others. “Virgil?” Janus called quietly as he poked his head around some bushes. No one was there. Janus was usually the one who helped Virgil when he panicked, the twins were too loud for him but hell they tried. Janus looked across at the door to the large house and saw the barrier blocking the door was disturbed. He ran over and ducked under it. “You’re lucky Remus isn’t the one finding you.”

Remus straightened his outfit and walked over to his twin. He laughed and put an arm around Roman. “Funny seeing you here, Specs.” Remus greeted. Logan’s face fell from the warm smile he was sharing with Roman to a blank professional stare. “Yes, well I am in charge of supervising the closure of Mr Sweet’s bakery. Which includes any and all events that he holds or attends on behalf of the bakery until then.” Logan explained. Roman shook off Remus. “Also it’s hardly fair they be held up in a small hotel room for a month.” Roman added with a laugh. “Did you know Logan uses they them pronouns? Just like me!” They looked at their twin with sparkling eyes. Remus looked between the two people. Roman was the kind of person to get along with anyone, but this was more than that. They’d never had another person like them around. This was more than just business. “That’s great, Ro.” Remus said in a somewhat strained tone.

“Virgil!” Janus’ voice echoed through the halls of the house. His shoes squeaked against the tile floors. Everything in the house was so white and clean. Would it kill them to add some colour? A smirk threatened Janus’ face as he thought of the ways he could ‘help’ with that. Janus passed a room with an open door and caught sight of a flash of dark colour. He stepped back and looked in the room. “Virgil!” Janus shouted quietly at the sight of his friend. Virgil stood in front of a mantle. On instinct Janus walked into the room and shut the door. He looked around and began closing curtains. Once the room was dark enough he walked over to Virgil and looked at his face. Virgil’s mouth was covered with his hand as tears soaked his face. His eyes were drowning. Janus pushed his dark and damp hair out of his face. Virgil didn’t move from the touch. “Virgil, can you talk?” Janus asked as he put a hand on Virgil’s chest. His heart was pounding like a thoroughbred's hooves. He shook his head. Remus wandered away from Roman and Logan, they were chatting happily and it was clear he couldn’t solve the problem from there. Instead he went for something more direct. He looked around for Patton. An elderly lady popped into his vision. “Remus dear.” Mrs Blackforest said. “You seem lost.” “I am fine. Just looking for Patton.” Remus informed while looking around. Mrs Blackforest sighed. “You know, it’s hardly kind to ignore the host.” Mrs Blackforest scorned. Anger bubbled in Remus’ chest. Who the hell was she to tell him about rudeness after everything they put Virgil through? The stress, the passive aggressive comments, the hovering over everything he did. Remus balled his hand into a fist and tried to stay calm. Patton and Roman put too much work into this for it to be ruined by him. “Apologies, Mrs Blackforest.” Remus grumbled through gritted teeth. “That’s more like it.” Her face lit up with a happiness that Remus found unsettling. “Now, have you seen Virgil? I wanted to have a word with him.” She asked. Remus couldn’t answer that if he wanted to, which he didn’t. He tried to think of an excuse. “Remus!” There was a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Patton holding a tray with a sweet smile. “Could you take these around?”

Janus managed to get Virgil to sit down but hadn’t made much progress past that. He had one hand against Virgil’s chest and the other across his shoulders to support him. Janus shushed quietly as Virgil rocked back and forth. “Tell me what you ate today.” Janus soothed. Virgil moved his hands and opened his mouth slightly. “I had... toast... and coffee... for breakfast.” Virgil only just croaked out. Janus nodded. “Then what?” He asked. “An apple at the office as a snack.” Virgil spoke a little more clearly. “And for lunch?” Janus asked again. He noticed Virgil’s heart rate start to slow. “A sandwich.” Virgil said as his rocking subsided. “What was on it?” “Leftover bacon, some lettuce and fresh tomato from your place.” Virgil calmed as he listed the ingredients. Janus reached up and wiped Virgil’s face. “What are you having for dinner when you get home?” Janus gently moved his hand into Virgil’s. “Stew that’s been in the slow cooker all day.” Virgil answered as he squeezed Janus’ hand. Listing things always helped Virgil. That and organising. Always most calm when he was in control. Virgil closed his eyes and tried to steady his breath. From this point he could help himself, but Janus still didn’t want to let him go.

Remus took the tray from Patton and began walking through the crowd. To his surprise Patton walked with him. “Ya didn’t have to do that.” Remus said as he lifted the tray to his shoulder. Patton smiled. “Hey, you're always helping me. I might as well try to help you.” Patton responded with a light-hearted giggle. Remus looked down at him quickly. “Yeah but…” Remus tried to find an excuse. “I have everything handled. You shouldn’t have to worry ya pretty little head ‘bout me.” Remus looked up and saw Logan ahead of them, he quickly turned right and Patton followed. “But I want to help you.” Patton looked up at Remus with large eyes. Remus remembered all the time he had seen Patton make those eyes in his thoughts. “I want to help you.” Patton cooed as he rubbed his hands against Remus’ shoulders. His legs were crossed around Remus’ torso as they cuddled on a couch. Patton massaged Remus’ bare shoulders as the larger man sighed. Remus leant his head back onto Patton’s shoulders with a soft hum. “You’re an angel.” Remus whispered as he nuzzled into Patton’s neck. “What?” Patton asked, alarmed. Remus snapped out of their fantasy. He saw Patton’s alarmed and blushing face before realising that he had said that last part out loud. He stammered for a moment. “You’re too nice to me.” Remus eventually managed. “You’re always so kind and gentle, like an angel.” Patton looked down. A giddy feeling rose in his chest, he felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. Surely Remus didn’t mean it in that way. “And what does that make you?” Patton teased. “The handsome sexy demon that tricks you into leaving heaven.” Remus beamed and put a hand on his hip. Patton laughed. Remus felt a sense of pride from being able to make Patton laugh, even though he’d done it before. He couldn’t take his eyes off Patton’s smile. As guests started clearing and the light started fading the group joined up again. Remus and Virgil placed down two empty trays as Janus began folding one of the tables. “Was there anything left?” Virgil asked in surprise. Patton turned to him with a proud smile. “Not much. Maybe a few cream puffs.” Patton said happily. “I can get rid of those for you.” Remus responded quickly. The group laughed. Patton turned and picked up a tray of small blobs of cream and pastry with strawberries poking out of the cream. Virgil and Remus both quickly took one. The pastry was nearly as light and fluffy as the cream with the strawberries adding a little bite to it. Patton turned again to keep packing but was met with a familiar face that wasn’t there before. He jumped back slightly. “Ah Logan!” He shouted in shock. Remus quickly stepped forward and defensively put a hand on Patton’s shoulder. Roman stood next to Logan and rolled his eyes at Remus. “Sorry for startling you.” Logan apologised. “I didn’t know you were here.” Patton stated. Roman had made sure he talked to everyone at the picnic. Except Logan. “Ah yes, that would be Remus’ doing I believe.” Logan said calmly. “Anyway, I just came to congratulate you. Everyone seemed to enjoy your food.” “Well… thank you, Logan.” Patton said. He was caught off guard with how kind Logan was being. “Did you happen to try any?” Patton was deathly curious and he wasn’t sure why. Logan adjusted his glasses. “No. I am not a fan of sweets.” Logan answered plainly. Janus and Virgil watched as they packed up, wondering if they should step in. “Anyway.” Roman interrupted to avoid any awkwardness. “Here is your pay for catering.” Roman handed a cheque to Patton, their nails shining in the little light that was left. Patton squinted at the cheque. Remus gasped. “Damn... Patty Cake…” Remus marvelled before turning to Roman. “Is that number right?” “Yeah, that’s the usual amount my company gives caterers plus some extra from Mrs Blackforest for the, and I quote, ‘irresistible little goods.’” Patton kept squinting at the paper. “Uh… I don’t have my glasses…” Patton said as he looked up at Remus who leant down and whispered the number to him. Patton quickly panicked. “I can’t accept that much!” He tried to hand the cheque back to Roman. Roman and Logan both backed away. “You deserve it, sweetie.” Roman reassured. Remus turned Patton to him so he’d stop trying to assault his twin with a slip of paper. “And it means we’re well on the way to paying off what you owe.” Remus added. “This is a good thing!” Patton quickly became excited from seeing how happy Remus was. A wide smile broke across his face. “You’re right.” Patton submitted. Remus cheered and hugged Patton who laughed. If this is how Remus reacted now he couldn’t imagine what would happen if they actually managed to get all the money. “Anyway, I’m gonna show Logan around so I’m heading out.” Roman shouted over Remus’ excitement. They waved to Janus and Virgil before turning to walk away. “Are Patton and your brother dating?” Logan whispered. Roman laughed and looked back where the two men celebrated together. They’d not seen Remus this happy… ever really. “Not yet.” They smiled. Though they knew it wouldn’t be long.

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i was reading a calum fic just now and thought back to my old writings which sprung this idea in my head and i had to whip my laptop out and get to work. the lowercase and awkward grammar is intended ig i hope you enjoy <3

i had previously written a request for fwb!cal and as my mom would say “not my best work” but as i would say “it fucking sucked balls” so im making this kind of the rewrite for that monstrosity.

anon, if youre out there this is for you bby i hope this satisfies your soul <33

Explanation: so basically this is fwb!cal along with sub!cal and a bit of femdom!y/n which y/n gets pissed off that calum won’t interact with her, conflict/resolution as some might say.

Warnings: femdom!y/n; sub!cal; this is a WHOLE lotta smut, a few minutes of angst here and there, and a little fluff at the end (bc who doesn’t love a happy ending?)

Also I’m sorry for the spacing, I really don’t know what happened there :/

it was the last straw with calum, he’d been constantly on his phone the whole day and since it had been pouring outside for the most part you couldn’t go nurture your garden like you had intended. all day he’d been sitting and giggling at his phone, maybe the boys sending him some stupid texts or maybe it was some of his fans tagging him in memes on twitter, who the fuck knows but y/n was thoroughly annoyed. being stuck in the house all day with calum and not interacting physically with him had gotten to you, he hadn’t even said a word to you since breakfast! you even asked if he wanted to fuck around just to pass the time away and he just shook his head and mumbled out a, “not in the mood.” needless to say, you were irritated. so irritated to the point that you stood up from your comfortable position on the couch with a huff, stalking to your room and shut the door with your foot before laying face down on your bed, finally being engulfed in silence from his constant snickers and you could hear the rain hitting your bedroom window as it gave you a sense of serenity.

after lying on your bed for what felt like maybe ten minutes, you hear the front door open and shut, assuming that calum went out for a smoke. this was the time that you took to go out and grab as many snacks and anything that you’d need for the whole night, having the whole weekend off from work, you decided that you’d be staying in your room, giving calum a taste of his own medicine. after raiding your shared kitchen, you head back to your bedroom and decide to find something on netflix to watch and drown out calum when he comes back.

after awhile of mindlessly watching something on netflix for who knows how long, you hear the door open and shut and a couple pairs of feet walking around downstairs before they make their way up them and pass your room. feminine giggles erupt from the stranger and you hear calum’s door shut and you knew exactly what was going to happen in the next few minutes. you thanked every god above that you couldn’t hear what they were doing behind the closed bedroom door, every now and then you could hear a squeal from the end of the hall which only made you turn your television up louder.

you and calum made the agreement when you started your friends with benefits situation, you would be allowed to see other people and do whatever you wanted but you had to have some type of respect for the other; if you had another friend over, you’d be considerate and let the other person know ahead of time. to which he did not inform you that he was having a friend come over. you’d tried earlier to get it on but he rejected you which made your mood skyrocket into the ground along with your heart. it wasn’t calum’s rejection that stung you but the fact that he wouldn’t even give you the time of day without letting out a sigh and mumbling an answer before giggling at his screen again. suddenly it dawned on you, he wasn’t giggling at his phone because the guys of his fans were being funny, no, he was giggling because he was texting the girl that is probably laying in his bed right now, in the same spot you were lying in just the night before. the sounds have subsided but the ache in your heart stayed the same, ‘guess the last few months have just been time wasted that you could’ve been spending on somebody else’ you thought.

this was an all new low for calum, sure you’d had your fair share of other hook-ups but they never were there when calum was home, you had respect for him and yourself but apparently the feelings weren’t reciprocated. the message has been heard loud and clear. he didn’t care about you nearly as much as you care about him.

you hear silence from calum’s side of the hall which you take as a sign they’ve both passed out to which you make a break for it. jogging down the stairs and to your car through the rain that still hasn’t let up, you climb in the vehicle and you’re on your own to find yourself a meaningless hookup.

about an hour later you have your side piece’s head between your thighs as you’re belting out every curse word you can think of, your mind racing through nothing but tunnels as your vision darkens sans the stars you see around your head. jason was the nicest man you’d met since you moved to los angeles, he knew how to treat a woman’s body but also how to make you feel like you were floating. of course you two didn’t go farther than just sex, jason didn’t want a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship and you had calum at home so nothing would come of this affair.

jason came up and pressed his lips to yours, laying one hand up next to your head and the other was laying between your folds, collecting your orgasm before pulling away slightly and inserting his pointer finger into his mouth and sucking you off of him before he slides his middle finger into your mouth letting you both have a taste before you attach tongues again, tasting you with a bit of mint thrown into the mix. he pulls his fingers out of you mouth to blindly slide a condom on, never breaking the kiss before he slides himself in your tight walls then returns his hand to the side of your face. he definitely wants as big as calum is but he definitely knows how to use his cock, swirling his hips to make a beautiful rhythm between your bodies. much to your demise he pulls his mouth away from yours and attaches it to your neck and toying with your breasts with his free hand. he bit and nibbled on your neck, making sure to keep you stimulated, earning light squeals from you as he gently bit your throat then swirled his tongue to soothe the sting, though his hips never faltering. your hands were buried in his hair, tugging when he would do something you particularly liked which made him want to burst right there. jason was a peculiarly attractive man, he had long enough brown hair that you could grab ahold of and tug on as much as you wanted to, (calum’s was long enough to pull but you couldn’t really get a good grip on it) his eyes were a deep shade of emerald but he never really kept eye contact long enough for you to notice the little specks like calum’s deep brown eyes when the sun hits them just right you can see the flecks of yellow and almost auburn. jason’s hands were smaller than calum’s, he could hold your whole breast in his hand while jason’s hand was smaller and his fingers didn’t reach quite the same spots inside of you as calum’s long digits do.

jason’s hips practically had a mind of their own filling you up deliciously downstairs while his hands and mouth explored your upper body, never staying in one place which had your mind reeling.

by the time you both spilled over the edge, you were putty in his hands, despite your body’s buzzing of the aftershock, you gave jason a wave and jogged to your car from the rundown apartment building that jason lived in, he’s a messier man than calum ever could be, never really cleans up after himself. you would never judge somebody for their income or their living style but having known ahead of time you’d expect him to clean up a little before you’d arrive… maybe he did, that thought alone sent shivers down your spine. the fact there were multiple pizza boxes and other pieces of garbage lying around the living room as you two were walking through to the bedroom; calum was one to always make sure that if anyone was coming over, even if the maid he’d hired came over, he’d always make sure the house was presentable.

once you left jason’s and embarrassingly compared him to your other affair, you decided to go to home, making sure once you parked that you didn’t see his friend’s car there, which you didn’t and you walked up to your bedroom. on the way through the house you noticed calum sitting on the couch with his phone in his hands and his attention on the television, he hadn’t even acknowledged that you were home. you silently scoffed to yourself before shaking your head and ascend up the stairs to your room. in the moment you found yourself wanting calum to want you.

you found (in your opinion) your sexiest bra and panty set that you were aware that calum hadn’t known about; he never needed to know about your lingerie collection due to never having to really seduce him, he was the one who always started things off and tonight that was going to change. for once in you and calum’s relationship, you were the one who was going to show him the ropes, you are going to be in control. once you were satisfied in your outfit choice, you went to your bathroom and showered jason’s funk and sweat off of you then made your way to your bedroom, and made sure you had moisturized yourself before blow drying your hair and making it look almost as if you actually were trying to get calum’s attention, which you were but you wanted the fact to be subtle. you changed and slid a long white shirt on top that was almost see through which you most definitely could see the dark blue lace of the lingerie which complimented your skin almost too well.

you made your way downstairs, the first floor being lit up by the spotlights on the ceiling as well as the tv, calum’s head was still watching the show he was so invested in until you walked past the screen and turned to look at him innocently. you turned back around to the dvd movies under the tv cabinet and bent over, your behind stuck out from under the shirt just enough that calum could see what you were wearing underneath. calum let out an annoyed sigh as he craned his neck to keep watching his show as you picked out a random movie. you stood tall and looked at him with all of the pent up annoyance you’d suffered with all day.

“calum what the fuck is up with you today?” you say almost yelling.

his reaction was only making you angrier by the second, he barely even moved a muscle he just shrugged one shoulder and put his eyes back on the screen. you tightened your grip on the dvd case before you stood directly in front of him to block his view to which he just looked down at his phone and started scrolling through any form of social media. you grabbed his phone and laid it on the table, despite your subconscious saying to throw it as hard as you could against the wall, it fell to the table with a light clunk noise. you leaned over in front of him, hands on either side of the chair he was sitting in, giving him a good view down the front of your shirt but he stared past your eyes to the wall behind you. you gently but firmly took his chin between your thumb and index fingers and turned his face to look at you, which he looked into your eyes for a brief moment before he averted them to your legs.

“calum i swear to god if you don’t fucking look at me i’m gonna go batshit,” you say, your hands trembling with rage. “please just tell me what’s wrong, i can’t take this,” your voice cracks towards the end and you damn your genes for making you so sensitive during confrontation.

calum heard your voice crack and he looked at you, finally saying a real sentence to you, which broke the crack to your heart and shattered you like the porcelain doll that was your heart.

“we need to end things,” he simply said.

the dvd in your hands clattered to the floor and duke ran over and started sniffing to inspect it; this was your first time seeing duke all day despite your heart shattering you would’ve scooped him up and rubbed his ears like he loves. your eyes never left calum’s and vice versa. he could see your heart shattering and his was cracking straight down the middle, he never thought that this day would come but he finally found a girl that he thinks could be the one he could finally settle down with and open his heart to, that girl wasn’t you though, so he had to take the first step into winning this woman over.

“it’s her isn’t it? the bird that you had over here today?” she says, tears threatening to fall but staying at bay until calum’s nod confirms her heartbreak, the tears fall just as the pieces of her heart fail to stay together.

“can she fuck you better than i can?” y/n says confidently, despite the tears making paths along her cheeks. calum was stunned, he’d never heard such words come from y/n, even in the hottest moments of passion. she kept her eyes on his as she slowly climbed up into his lap and sat upon his thighs, caging him into his seat. “come on cal, tell me, i’m the only one who can get you this hard, i know how to make you feel good. come on baby, tell me and i’ll give you what you want, i’ll make you feel so fucking good.” he had to avoid her eyes otherwise he’d give in, those were his weakness, the eyes were the windows to the soul and y/n’s was bared to him, he was totally under her spell as he felt his hands going up her waist, meaning to push her off but only brought her lips to his. the day’s activities truly only made him want her more, he’d never wanted to hurt y/n by giving her the silent treatment but he had no idea how to bring up the fact that he wanted to start dating someone, for real. having fucked mariah only made him want y/n more and her words, those damn naughty words only made him realize just how much this situation meant to him, sure he wasn’t in love with y/n, no but she meant so much to him that he couldn’t even remember the other woman’s name with y/n on top of him. y/n made him weak and she knew it.

“p-please,” he whimpered which made y/n smirk, he hated that she had so much power over him. she on the other hand was loving the fact that she was the alpha right now.

“please what? baby, i need to hear your words, what to you want?” y/n knew exactly what she was doing, calum had done this same taunting to her many times. she wasn’t going to let calum get away this easily, this entire relationship was built on sex and this was the way she was going to win him back.

“w-want your mouth, your pussy, your hand, a-anything, please, love.” calum’s brain was swimming, he didn’t even know the words that were coming out of his mouth, his mind was in overdrive and she was driving him even further up the wall.

“should i give you what you want? i think you’ve been quite naughty, think you can get rid of me that easily? you’d be mistaken,” y/n continues, grinding herself down on cal’s cock, keeping a steady rhythm. she was not going to let her emotions and need get to her this time, she was in control for once and she wanted to revel in it.

once feeling y/n grinding down on him, he laid his head in the crook of her neck, whimpering as the uncomfortable hardening in his pants. his hands were attached to her hips like glue, trying to get her to move faster against him, anything to cause friction, y/n took the opportunity while he was distracted to take her long shirt off and show him her set. y/n’s breasts were perfectly hung in the push up bra, her tits almost spilling out, causing calum to stare at them as they bounced with her movements. he set his hands lower to grab onto her lace-clad ass and grip it tightly before laying a quick spank to it before he massaged his hands over both cheeks again to soothe the sting. her whimper was heard through the apartment just louder than the tv was playing, sending a rush of blood to calum’s cock and wetness to pool in her panties.

much to calum’s demise she climbed off of calum, her tits directly in his face and he sent his tongue out to get any bit of skin he could reach. she grabbed a throw pillow off the couch and sat on her knees in front of calum, her mouth watering at the sight of him hardening by the second, who knew calum was such a sub.

y/n gently tugged on calum’s shirt and he quickly pulled it off before she leaned up and kissed his chest gently, running her bottom lip all the way up. he tilts his head back as she uses her tongue to lead her mouth to his then leaned up and pecked his lips all so gently. if he was going to end this, she wanted to make the most of it. he of course kissed her back, grabbing the sides of her neck gently to keep her still for him, savoring the taste of her lips. they pulled away at the same time, breathless, and y/n went to work, she grabbed onto the waistband of his boxers, careful not to pinch his skin and gently peeled the boxers down to reveal him. she kissed his tip then bit her lips, licking the bit of precum off her mouth before her throat worked and spit into her hand, bringing it up to him and pumped the bit of his shaft closest to his balls before she took the head in her mouth and sucked and licked the tip, making sure he was lubricated. his head was spinning at the feeling of her mouth on him, she was an expert on calum’s body and they both knew it. she pulled off a bit before looking up at him,

“if you try to fuck my face, i wont let you cum at all tonight,” her eyes teary but dark and full of dominancy—he’d never seen this side of y/n before—he nodded and looked at her like a little kid, agreeing to anything if she’d keep going. she then bottomed him out, both of her hands on either of his thighs, taking him all the way in her mouth and sitting there for a second before coming back up for air, then doing the same, her nose touching his pelvis, breathing in and then out before pulling off of him, a trail of spit connecting her mouth to his cock. The gags and deep breaths coming for y/n make calum come back to reality, her head bobbing at almost a professional pace, he grabbed onto her hand and tugged on it, she shook her head as if to say that she wasn’t done, he tugged on her once more before she pulled off of him and swallowed the mix of precum and spit on her tongue.

“what?” she breathed and before she could say anything else, he motioned for her to come to him, his mouth attaching to hers, this kiss was something neither of them had experienced with each other before, both of them feeling more than just the heat of the moment passion, this kiss was a knee weakening, heart stopping, head spinning passion that they’d never shared before. y/n grabbed onto his face and they slowly stood up with each other, calum wrapping his arms around her thighs and she jumped up onto his torso, their clammy skin acting as glue to hold them together. calum carried her all the way up the stairs, practically kicking y/n’s door in and then shut it by pressing her against it. the kiss was never broken, neither of them wanted to ruin this moment, y/n’s dominant nature, calum’s conflicted mindset and both of their needs to please each other. he peeled her from the coolness of the door and her back was met with the soft fabric of the quilt on top of her bed. her hips were reaching to meet his, and he had to break the kiss, her back was caving a little so they could meet their foreheads,

“i’m never leaving you,” calum whispered as he looked deep into her irises, something only calum did when he was serious, her heart was slowly piecing back together. something told her that he meant more than he was saying but now was not the time. she gently pushed him up and laid him down against her quilt, climbing on top of him and his hands found their favorite place between her hips and her ribs, “please ride my face baby, i need to taste you.” calum whimpered at her and look up at her with almost child-like puppy dog eyes.

“how could i say no,” she whispered and stood up on her bed, looking down at him before sliding her blue laced panties down her legs and threw them across the room, moving up the bed and finding herself sitting right above his mouth and as soon as she was within reach, he was aiming her hole right above his mouth, his breath fanned over her wetness, cooling her heat off as he did and his tongue shot up stiff and flat as he licked a strip up her slit. he slid his hands up from her thighs, grazing her ass before holding onto her lower back holding onto her tightly as if she’d float away. she ground her hips against his mouth, eliciting little whimpers from her mouth, her left hand finding his short hair and her right flew to the headboard, knuckles turning white as her vision went black, her head flew up to face the ceiling, using the headboard to keep her grounded as he sucked on her clit, nipping at it a bit which made her let out a loud squeal of his name and a string of curses. calum seeing and hearing that made him never want it to stop, he made sure to nibble her clit once more. y/n had to do something, she wasn’t on earth, she was on cloud fucking nine and she had to ground herself, she reached behind her and grabbed onto his cock, pumping her fist rapidly before she struck an idea.

“cal, cal ssss-stop,” she hissed and he immediately thought something was wrong, he looked up at her with glossy eyes.

“are you okay, what did i do?” he whispered and gently pushed her up to look at her, this was the same way he’d always done it and he was scared that he’d hurt her.

“nothing, you did absolutely nothing wrong, that was… perfect. i want to try something, if you’re down.” she said and slowly moved down from near his mouth. he looked at her wearily and nodded.

“will it hurt?” he whispered, holy shit he was so fucking cute right now. looking like a little puppy that lost his way home.

“no baby, i want to try a sixty-nine, we’ve never done it before and i want to make you feel good, while you’re making me feel good,” she says and turns around in the reverse cowgirl position but over his mouth, she looks down at him through her legs and he nods for her to sit down. she slowly sits on his mouth and he immediately starts licking and sucking at her hole and her clit simultaneously which sent her almost flying as she bucked her back involuntarily. she leaned down and kissed his tip once again, sending a wave through him which only got better as she sunk down on him, her chin grazing his lower abdomen. she let out a gag noise and gargled in her throat to keep her esophagus calm, calum practically came just from the friction and the noises she was making also from her own pleasure. she sat up pulled herself off of his tongue and turned around, “such a pretty boy,” she whispers and runs her finger down his cheek gently, “put your arms up here,” y/n says a little louder. she sits upon his sternum, taking his hands in hers and laid small pecks on his knuckles before she raised them above his head, laying them on the posts of her headboard, “keep your hands here,” she whispers. calum nods and follows her orders. his grip tightens when she runs her fingernail gently up his sensitive shaft, he gasps and bites his lip.

“please baby, i need it,” calum whimpers and looks down at her. the smirk on her face makes calum almost angry, they both know that he’s putty and she’s drinking it up shamelessly.

“are you my little slut? thinking that you can fuck another girl in our house while i’m just down the hall?” she whispers through her teeth, anger just at her surface. “do you think you should be punished for being a little slut?” y/n says, her fingernail still grazing his swollen cock. calum’s brain quite literally cant form a full sentence, y/n’s words, her touch, his guilt, his brain is swimming in mush.

“please mama, punish me,” he whimpers “i’ve been so fucking bad,” he grips the posts tight, his knuckles turning white.

“roll over and lay on your stomach, hands go back just as they were,” she commands and sits up to let him roll over, even though she’s showing dominance she’s still trying to be gentle, calum thought. he feels a sting on his bare ass along with a loud smack. he grips the posts in his hands and bites his lip, his gasp is the only thing that is heard in the silence of the room. y/n gains a little confidence and slaps his ass again, biting her lip as she watches it bounce against the friction of her hand.

“such a bad boy,” she whispers into his ear. she’s leaning beside his head, looking him directly in the eyes. cal’s face flushes and she leans down to kiss his cheek, “if any of this is overwhelming in anyway, please tell me to stop,” she says, totally serious and runs her hand through his hair gently. he nods and she leans down to peck his lips softly.

“please keep going,” he whimpers against her mouth, “been so bad i need to be reprimanded,” he says, shooting her a smirk.

y/n goes back between his legs, toying with his balls, laying another smack on his ass, making his body jolt up. she sits up, spreading his ass cheeks and spits a wealthy amount onto his puckered hole, he lets out a high pitched whimper while he anticipates her next move. looking up at him as she uses her hand that is free from his sack and uses her thumb to spread her saliva around, lubing him up nicely. she looks up at him for approval to keep going which he grants quickly. her thumb dips into his tight asshole, he lays his head into her pillows, tightening his grip on her bed posts and shuts his eyes as she stretches him out.

“holy shiiiiiit,” he whimpers after he turns his head back to try to get a glance at her. she slides her thumb out making calum whimper at the loss but is quickly reassured as she slides her pointer finger in, sucking his balls into her mouth, his brain is overwhelmed with pleasure and all his body can do is spasm at her touch. his orgasm just around the corner. y/n knows his body language too well and can tell that he’s so close. she doesn’t want him to release just yet.

“so needy,” y/n says and bites onto his ass cheek. “think you’ve been punished enough?” she asks leaving one last smack on his ass before she nudges his hip for him to roll over.

he immediately rolls onto his back and tries to grip her hair, wanting some type of control which she slaps his hand. hard. “hands back up…” she says taking his wrists and leans him up back to the posts “...and lean up against the headboard,” she adds and helps him sit up, “I’m gonna ride you, keep your hands on the posts.” he nods, his ability to conversate has gone out the window along with his sobriety. y/n is his drug and he’s an addict.

she reaches up onto her headboard to use as leverage before she turns around, getting in the reverse cowgirl position then she aligns herself and slides down on his cock, sighing at how he fills her up perfectly.

calum can’t stop staring at her ass bouncing deliciously on his cock, the way she wraps around him so tightly. her movements start to speed up as his cock is hitting her spongy button, her body writhing above his. she’s using her hands to keep her leverage which gives calum the best angle, his moans mixing with hers.

“fuck, your pussy swallows my cock so good, always,” he whimpers which brings y/n so close to her edge.

“oh my god i’m so close, fuck,” she moans out, he takes her vulnerability as a chance as he takes his hands off of the posts, lifting her ass up and starts fucking up into her, her screams start flowing out like water. he pulls her back against his front, bringing his hand up to her throat squeezing just enough to make her breathing labor.

she starts grinding down on him, pushing his cock into her g-spot and she’s done for, her orgasm takes her over as she gasps. his hand moves from her throat to her breasts, swallowing them with his hands and before he can comprehend the squeezing and clenching of her pussy, he’s releasing inside of her, both of them trembling as she leans back against him and he leans against the headboard, both catching their breaths.

“you think you can just leave me for somebody else? we both know damn well that nobody else can fuck you like that,” she whispers, her head leaning against his shoulder. he shakes his head with a breathless chuckle, his mind still in subspace.

“god i love you,” he whispers, biting his lip.

“calum-“ you start to which he interrupts.

“no, y/n nobody cares like you, nobody loves like you, nobody feels like you. you are the most unique person i’ve ever met; I don’t want anybody else to have you and I don’t want to have anybody else.” he says and runs his hand up your leg and intertwines your fingers.

“are you just saying this stuff because you’re still in subspace?” you whisper, giggling a little making you clench around him which makes both of you let out a little moan at the realization that he’s still inside of you.

“no, i’ve been thinking about this for a while, i tried to distract myself with other girls but i physically cant fathom not having you in my life,” he says. your heart stops and you look back at him, biting your lip, your mouth not being able to move.

calum, Calum, calum, Calum Hood, the man that you had moved in with when you moved to los angeles, the man who so graciously took you out your first night and there you met jason. you’d drunkenly stumbled into him and made a complete fool out of yourself, he thought you were charismatic and gorgeous so after sharing a drink or two, you exchanged numbers and the rest was history. if it weren’t for calum, you wouldn’t have met him. if you didn’t have that same night, all those drinks with jason, you and calum wouldn’t have started this whole situation together, you two wouldn’t be here. right now. together. his cock still inside you, warming and filling you up. that first time that you two shared wasn’t only the first for you two, it was the first time for you in general. he was your first and your last (a couple in between but we won’t ruin the moment). he was your first passionate kiss as well, even though you shared it just an hour ago. now you can see, he’s the only man you could ever see or think about. in a crowded club, on stage, in your house, in your bed, he consumed you.

“y/n please say something,” he says his voice low, nervous, he brings you out of your thoughts. you literally couldn’t say anything so you did the next best thing, you reach around yourself and cup the side of his face, looking into his eyes—your favorite color—then kiss him, the most magical, sparkle between the two of you had lit. You lift yourself off of him, causing yourself to whimper into his mouth at the emptiness in your abdomen before you turn fully around climbing onto your knees, feeling a subtle drip between your legs. he wraps his arms around your waist and he sits up with you, reciprocating the kiss as well not daring to break it. he runs his hand up your clammy back and gently lays you back into the bed, your hands burying themselves into his hair out of muscle memory.

cal runs his hands down your front, gently taking your breasts into his hands then runs his mouth down to your neck, leaving love marks into your tender skin. your eyes roll to look at the ceiling, calum’s touch so gentle like he’s afraid he’d break you. you both were so fragile, so vulnerable. his mouth taunts at your right nipple, his hips grinding down into your core. the heat rising in your stomach, you whimper into the quiet air.

“calum, come here,” you whisper, your hand tugging on his hair and he lifts himself up, his mouth hovering over yours.

“yes?” he whispers, his lips grazing over yours and his breath fans over your lips and chin.

“i love you,” you whisper. he chuckles, his smile bright and his eyes squint. you meet him in the middle as he kisses your lips, both of your tongues dancing together.

he pulls away just for a second to look into your bright eyes—full of love and lust— for your consent. with a gentle nod he slides himself in once more, filling you up even more than before the extra full feeling being your newfound love.

you suddenly feel just how sensitive you were which causes a whimper to escape your mouth and your pussy to clench around him. he groans in your ear at the friction and he bites onto your earlobe.

his hips start thrusting at a faster pace, knowing neither of you were going to last much longer due to the sensitivity you both were sharing. he swivels his hips just at the right angle causing him to hit your g-spot and you let out a yelp.

“oh god yes, please cal, fuck me,” you whimper, he obliges. his hips going on the same route to meet your g-spot with his tip repeatedly, each time you clench around him. he goes even harder and faster until he has you seeing stars, your eyes meeting as you feel a snap in your abdomen, your body convulsing under him at the same time he snaps as well climaxing inside of you, his hand coming up to meet yours beside your head, intertwining your fingers and squeezing.

as he pulls out you both wince and he lays down next to you. he pulls you into his side and lays a kiss where your shoulder and neck meet. you smile dazed and hum intertwining your fingers with the hand that’s wrapped around your waist. he outstretches your hands and plays with your fingertips, making you giggle.

“i love you,” you whisper.

calum hums, “say it again,” he whispers.

“i love you… i love you, i love you, i love you,” you whisper right back and he smiles against your shoulder, looking at your hands as he still plays with your fingers.

“i love you, too,” he whispers and lays another kiss against your neck.

he was also your first love...

#calum hood fluff #calum hood #5sos fluff #5sos smut #calum hood smut #calum hood blurb #calum hood imagine #calum hood 5sos #the ending #kinda sucks but i didnt know how to end it :/

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kuroosdumbslut · 3 years

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Keigo Takami x Reader: Memories of the Sun

*TW: death of a sibling, depression mention; this is the first angsty thing i’ve written in a while, it’s not a heavy focus on reader and keigo’s relationship i more just wanted to write something sad for a emotional release, and this one made me cry, so- (im just a crybaby tho) i might have projected a bit but enjoy!*

Rain pounded on the windows of your shared apartment, loud and deafening. There wasn’t a chance that you all would be able to go out and do much, not like you were planning to go anywhere. Keigo sat nearby on the couch with his attention mostly focused on you, prepared to give you his full attention if need be. You were curled up against Keigo, idly scrolling on your phone, but you were seemingly zoned out seeing as you hadn’t moved the screen much from it’s current place. Keigo knows the pain you’re feeling, the sadness evident by the tears quietly slipping down your face. Losing someone is always hard, but losing your younger sibling when you were practically their parent must be awful. It’s been hard on you since your brother was killed; your depression got so much worse and the medications just made you feel sick. It didn’t help that seemingly everything reminded you of them; a new video game from the franchise they loved, restaurants of their favorite foods, snack foods that were always on hand when they were still here…

The silence was the loudest thing in the room for such a long time, Keigo jumped slightly when you spoke up. Your voice was soft and a little scratchy from not using it for an extended period of time, sadness and anxiety laced in there that made Keigo’s heart hurt for you. “I...I think I want to clean (brother’s name)’s room…” Keigo froze, holding your hand and looking at you for a second to gauge all emotions he saw. “(Y/n)...are you sure? Are...you ready to?” You silently nodded, squeezing his hand as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded in reality. “Yeah… I think I’m ready. I just...I-I need to do it.” You sounded strained and tense, whether that be from holding back tears or some intrusive thought, Keigo couldn’t tell, and by the looks of it, you might not know either. Keigo pulled you onto his lap for a moment, holding you tightly and pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. “Do you want me to come in and help or stay out of the way?” The moment his question left his lips, you clung onto him, panic settling in your eyes. “Please come with me...I don’t wanna be alone in there.”

While it was just a few strides to get in front of your brother’s door, it took much longer in your mind. You stayed in front of the door with Keigo for a long while, trying to calm yourself down before you entered the room. You slowly opened the door, taking a few steps in and seating yourself on the edge of his bed. Tears welled up in your eyes and blurred your vision. Everything was untouched since the day he died; bed still unmade, clothing strewn over parts of the floor, empty bottles and cans sitting on the desk that held his gaming consoles and tv. Keigo quietly took a seat by you, tears also in his eyes. While Keigo obviously didn’t know him as long as you did, he was a nice kid. Kind of annoying, as all teens are, but a good kid overall. The boys would talk video games and lore on some of the series of games they played. Your eyes were pointed at the floor, looking at the items that were scattered across the floor by the bed. Some shirts, soda cans, wrappers...all pretty small items, save for the clothing. One shirt stuck out to both you and Keigo; a black Skyrim shirt. Keigo had gotten it for your brother a few birthdays ago, having recently bonded with him on the game’s lore. Your brother was excited to get it and even gave Keigo a quick hug, something (b/n) didn’t do too often, grinning ear to ear. At that point onwards, Keigo became an older brother figure to your brother and often went to Keigo for advice that you often had trouble giving your brother.

Band posters were all over his walls, some of the posters previously having been owned by you. You and your brother shared the same taste in music and often jammed out together or shared new songs with each other. Wordlessly, you got up and used your phone to play the music playlist you and your brother shared, adding in new songs for each other to discover. You connected your phone to his speaker, setting it down on an empty space on the dresser. As the songs played, you spent your time slowly going around cleaning and picking up things. You reminisced back to when you picked him up from school one day, he’d had an absolute shit day, so you blasted your playlist for him and drove him around the city ‘till the sky was dark and everything was illuminated in neon lights and orange street lights. You both felt invincible that night, like you were two untouchable gods that were on the run; it was amazing.

Clothing was put away or put in the hamper to get washed, the bed was made, Keigo came in with the vacuum and cleaned the floor, everything was getting done slowly, but surely. Then, the song came on; the song you and your brother both loved from childhood, you often sang it together, intentionally singing in the wrong key to get the other to laugh. The same song that you both listened to when you both had your own heartbreaks, when you finally moved out and agreed to let him be your “roommate”...when you both remembered the not so fun times of childhood. You set down whatever you were holding and curled in on yourself, plopping down on the floor and sobbing heavily. Keigo was beside you immediately, enveloping you in his arms and rocking you gently. You could tell he was also crying, and he knew what this song meant to the both of you. Death never gets easier, you’d cry a lot more in the future, and you’ll have days where you just want to scream at the gods for taking your brother from you, but Keigo’s there for you to catch you when you fall a bit too hard. To Keigo, it’s the least he could do for you since you’ve saved him more than he’d ever tell.

#angst #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #takami keigo #bnha keigo #mha keigo #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #tw death #tw depression

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diffuserlover · 3 years

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hi love !! may i please get personality ship with ateez, txt, and enhypen (but with the hyung line only/sunghoon and up!!! but if you originally shipped me with someone in the maknae line, i'd also love to know too !) i got so carried away with writing, so you can cut the personality part when posting my ship! tysm in advance

I’m an ‘03 liner that’s 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) girl with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark on my bottom lip!), my long legs (they’re 40.5 inches long and look so good in dresses and skirts <33), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with), and i am an i/enfj (i got 51% extravert 49% intra the first time, then 50% for both the second time!! ) and i honestly agree—i’m an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up.

i’m extremely passionate about the issues and people i care about and the goals and dreams i have. I’m creative, patient, an extremely good listener, caring, a social butterfly, and extremely hardworking. my friends always told me of my heart of gold and how perceptive i am of the people around me—noticing immediately when something is wrong and trying to make them feel better. I’m also very headstrong, detailed, and determined!! my friends also call me a nerd since i’ve had all a’s since kindergarten—i LOVE school/education and would describe myself as intelligent. i really like that i’m empathetic and motivational to those around me. it’s really easy for me to show my affection, adoration, and support for someone because i just want everyone to feel loved and safe :( i HATE seeing my loved ones sad, and when people usually have problems about anything (from family to just school), i’m the one they come to talk to because of my warm and openminded heart. I love sharing happiness with my friends in their goals and always hype them up no matter what, and it makes me so so so so happy seeing my loved ones content, comfortable, accepted, and just knowing that they mean so much to me and that they’re loved. im also really, really funny (my fave personality trait of mine tbh)!! I’m always cracking jokes and laughing (sometimes for no reason LMAOO). i would be in the library at like 7 am with my friends and struggle with stifling my laugh from jokes i told </3 although i’m extremely nice and outgoing, i’m not afraid to stand my ground (most of the time) and am super defensive (esp about topics like blm, antiblackness in our world, cultural insensitivity/appropriation, sexism/racism/ableism/homophobia), so if someone says some shit out of pocket, i will not be afraid to put them in their place !!! a lot of people (especially older/more traditional folk) do not like that but i could care less <3 some useless facts about me: i love love love afrobeats (nigerian gyal here), some k-pop groups (bts, txt, enha, ateez, gwsn, p1h, and some 2nd gen groups!), and r&b (rihanna and bey and aaliyah <33). i LOVE to play roblox, i’ve been to 14/50 US states, i can do VERY simple makeup, people often think my nails are acrylics bc they’re long and i love doing nail art on them), and i know all the lyrics and adlibs to enhypen’s given-taken 😋 if i could describe myself in a word, it’d be openminded!! and my dreams for the future are 1) to be truly happy and comfortable (which includes finding my true love <33) 2) to make a change on the people around me and the world itself (preferably through healthcare so i can mend health disparities in POC and low-income neighborhood!!), and i love junk food (I SHOULDNT but it’s so good). I also LOVE law and order svu and forensic files, princess and the frog, tangled, and penthouse !!!!!

I also love to go out and explore—whether trying out a new restaurant in the city or a newly opened amusement park or trying something new, like skydiving (or some other crazy but fun idea), trying recipes from around the world, or trying sledding for the first time! at the same time, i like really chill, mellow spending-time-alone-or-with-one-other-person activities like baking (my favorite treat to bake is red velvet cupcakes and cheddar bay biscuits) and dancing !! (i’ve been a dancer for more than 12 years!!). i can also speak more than 5 languages (including korean!) and i’m always saying random phrases (like thank you, i love u so much!, gtfo my face, that sucks ass) in a random language too LMFAOOO. i often think being a coffee/cafe lover is a personality trait (i love love love love love coffee) i also love accessories (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, etc) and would die of happiness when the day i can wear matching accessories with my s/o comes. i also love cleaning/keeping my spaces clean and i hate a dirty house </3

besides being my bestfriend who i can kiss and whatnot (hehe), my ideal type is a TALL (like my 5’9+/i’m already tall but pls .5 of an inch taller would be enough) man who has eyes for me and only me !!! they may look cold/cool/mysterious/laid back at first glance (like “yeah haha 🙂" to any other girls but “hi baby what can i do for u today to please the loml” with me <3) but turn into the sweetest, warmest, cutest honey bun once i get to know them! (kinda like me)!! ALSO a man who can pull off all black outfits like those are my FAVORITE omg. he needs to be FUNNY and have a BIG sense of humor (like i want to laugh every second i’m with him and laugh so hard that our stomachs start hurting and we beg each other to stop making jokes type of humor), fashionable (so i can learn fashion pls and wear coordinated outfits with him). i just want a boy who i could talk to and listen to for HOURS. like i would follow him into the bathroom as he showers and sit on the toilet and just listen to him talk about his day or vent to him, but also a boy that loves comfortable silence!! like we can spend the whole together and come back to the house where im studying and he’s working on a personal project so that just being with him makes me feel warm <3 i want a s/o who’s willing to go out and travel with me so i could take off guard pics of him and make him my wallpaper until he begs me to change it. im also not good at conflict so if conflict arises, id love a boy who knows how to talk me down and open up the room for conversation and make me feel safe and not as if im confronted or wrong, someone where we can just talk, resolve our problem, and make it up with a hug or night out!! this kinda leads to me wanting a relationship where we both help improve each other and our flaws (for example some of my flaws are callousness, taking things to heart sometimes, and not opening up easily, etc), so i’d really appreciate a relationship where my partner and i can help each other grow as people. i also love love love to cook, so i’d love an s/o that loves cooking with me and teaching each other how to cook each other’s cultural foods (i would love to teach my bf how to cook jollof rice and have a cookoff one day). i also want a boy that i can tease (i love to tease people omg) <3 like i could say “u look like a cute tomato when u blush <3333” to “and that’s why you got a fat ass head” and we’d just laugh and he’d tease me back <33 I like ALL 5 of the love languages (im a hopeless romantic ik) but my top 3 tied for 1st are quality time (HEAVY ON THE QUALITY TIME i want to spend everyday with my bf at chinatown or a new city exploring), words of affirmation (someone who reaffirms me of their love continuously, supportively, and in sweet ways), and acts of service (cooking my favorite food when i’m down, doing chores that i cant do when tired). men who are really expressive through touch are also ideal <3 i'd shy away from pda, but inside the house i’d be so happy yet so shy and flustered when they express their love through touch (like laying in my lap so i can play with their hair, holding my hand while watching tv, cuddling while talking about whatever). OR like the SLIGHTEST compliment or act of love (LIKE BACKHUGS OR HOLDING HANDS OR KISSING MY BEAUTY MARKS OR FOREHEAD KISSESJSJSJSJ) i’d just love to be really appreciated and loved and also show the same love, support, warmth, closeness, and happiness to my bf <3

THANK U SO MUCH AAAA i honestly cant wait for my ship!! have an amazing day/afternoon/evening <3

Hiii! Thank you so much for requesting!! I really hope you like it!! Btw you seem like the sweetest person ever and you are literally perfection<3

ATEEZ:

I ship you with...

Seonghwa

Okay! I literally was going between Mingi and Seonghwa the whole time but when reading your ideal type I was thinking more Seonghwa!

You said you like someone who is kinda cold on the outside but sweet when you get to know them and Seonghwa is literally the definition of that🤣

He can also pull off those black outfits you like(I’m simping lmaoo)😚

Wooyoung might disagree but I think Seonghwa is funny and you guys would always make each other laugh😄

He would 100% wear matching outfits with you(he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling)😆

Seonghwa would be open about his feeling with you🙂

He truly appreciates that you always listen to him and will always just let him talk out his day(he always lets you talk first, what a gentleman)🥺

I could see you sitting at the desk or table studying while he’s walking around cleaning and it wouldn’t be awkward 😁

Seonghwa doesn’t seem like the type to yell at you unless he was really really mad, he is more of the problem solver in my eyes so I think he would be that person to talk you down and have a conversation with you instead of yelling😊

I feel Seonghwa would really want to connect to you on a deeper emotional level, he would open up more the longer you guys are together😭🥰

Seonghwa does like to cook but isn’t like the worlds most amazing chef so I could see you guys cooking together 😋

Little cooking dates where you have fun competitions to see who’s dish is better🤩

He would let you tease him if it’s all light hearted but he would always tease you back💀

I think Seonghwa is a little bit shy about skinship but sees that you like when he initiates it so he really tries🥺

Your height is nearly the same so I don’t think either of you would mind the height difference 😁

He would always complement the beauty mark on your lip or your legs cause he know how much you like it lol😇

You both are extroverts so you guys go out a lot more often🙂

He likes how you take care of him when he’s having a bad day like getting him a drink or snacks or a simple text message when he’s at work🥰

He would be inspired by how passionate you are about issues around the world and would always ask you what he can do to help you or anything☺️

He likes how your always laughing or making jokes because he loves your smile and it always makes him smile😭😭

Because of your long nails he really likes when you play with his hair😚

He loves to hear you speak in all the languages you speak(he is really impressed)😋

You both don’t like a dirty house and you guys are clean all the time lol🤣

Overall, You and Seonghwa have a really deep relationship and really care for each other🥰🥺

TXT:

I ship you with...

Yeonjun

Yeonjun is effortlessly funny so I feel like he would always make you laugh and you would always make him laugh😄

Yeonjun is really into fashion and would gladly wearing matching outfits with you

He also pulls off a black outfit just like you said you like🤩

He would constantly buy you accessories because he knows how much you like them🥰

Yeonjun is definitely pretty clingy to you😚

He is taller than you by like 1 inch 😋

Yeonjun is cold looking on the outside and is a cinnamon roll on the inside😆

He will probably beg you for a puppy(a welsh corrgi) a lot💀

I feel like Yeonjun would be okay with comfortable silence if he is in the mood

He is a talkative person so I feel like your conversations would never end😊

I don’t know how arguments could go with him, I feel like it depends on how he is that day🙂

You guys love cooking together with music blasting throughout the house😚

If he gives up on helping you he will cling to you and back hug you until your done in the kitchen😭🥺

He loves to complement you until your super super flustered ☺️🤣

He probably likes how clean you are🙂

For your birthday he got you a little necklace with a lock on it and he has the key for the lock and when you open it, it has your guys initials together😭

He would probably take you to the studio and have a little dance battle 🤩

He would be willing to explore with you though I feel he would rather be at home with you alone😁

He finds it inspiring how passionate you are about issues around the world and often looks up to you for it😊

You guys get matching nails!!😄

You guys are on the higher side of zodiac sign compatibility😇

Overall, you and Yeonjun are the cutest and are literally couple goals 😍

Enhypen:

I ship you with...

Sunghoon

You guys are the same height😌

Sunghoon would pull off that black outfit you like!😅

I feel like it would take him some time to initiate skinship and be affectionate with you but when he does he can’t let go of you😊

He loves when you play with his hair🥺

I feel like he loves just spending time with you and being with you🤩

He likes to hold your hand😇

He bought you for your birthday match rings☺️

Sunghoon doesn’t know how to cook so be patient with him but he will always turn cooking into some competitive thing😆

I think it would take him a while to completely open up to you but he still likes to talk things out with you🥺

He is so beautiful how can you not take photos of him and set them as your wallpaper(he definitely begs to you to change it but also loves it and doesn’t want you to change it)🤣

He loves how he can always talk to you about absolutely anything😁

Introverts and extroverts go best with each other🙂

He is very cold and distant looking at first but we all know how sweet and baby like he is on the inside😁😊

He is really interested in the things you are passionate about and is constantly asking you questions 🤩

He finds himself smiling when thinking about you😭🥰

You always make him laugh, it’s one of his favorite things about you😄

He would laugh as you guys blast given or taken through the house and you sing the whole thing dancing around(grab his hands and make him dance with you)😂😚

I could see you guys eating fast food in your car in some random parking lot just talking and listening to music looking at all the stars🥺

Drag him out to do this with you😆

He likes how clean you are🙂

Overall, I think you and Sunghoon are so sweet together🥰

#kpop ships #Enhypen #txt #tomorrow x together #ATEEZ #ateez #Yeonjun #Choi Yeonjun #seonghwa #park seonghwa #Sunghoon #park sunghoon

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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Moonlight--Calum Hood oneshot

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Word count: 1712

Warnings: small mention of smut, otherwise it’s soft

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Calum knew how much you loved the moon. For the whole week leading up to the viewing of the Super Moon you blurted out facts to him whenever they popped into your head. You told him the orbit period is 27.3 days, a person would weigh about 1/6 less on the moon, only twelve people have walked on the moon and that the dark side of the moon is a myth.

You then proceeded to sing “I’ll Make a Man out of You” from Mulan which had him laughing and calling you a huge dork, but he kissed you for a long time after.

His favorite bit of information is how the rise and fall of the tides of the ocean is caused by the moon because every time you remind him of that little fact, your eyes get a little bit wider in excitement.

On normal nights, you need the curtains completely closed so that you and Calum are surrounded in darkness. It’s the only way you can sleep. On not so normal nights when the moon is almost full or full completely, you leave the curtains open so that the moonlight can shine in.

Calum was confused the first time you told him however many months ago that was.

“I sleep better when I can see it,” you shrugged as you crawled under the covers.

“But your eyes are closed,” he chuckled sliding in right next to you.

“I look out the window until I fall asleep,” you defended reaching for his hand just as he reached for yours. Your fingers laced together, and you held them against your chest, right over your heart.

“And it helps you sleep?” he questioned still trying to understand your logic.

“Mhm, it’s magical powers lull me to sleep. She comforts me,” you yawned and snuggled closer into him.

“Why is the moon called ‘she’ anyway?”

“Because the sun is a ‘he’ and it’s a love story. You should look it up sometime.”

“Why can’t you tell me?”

“I want you to tell me the story,” you smiled.

Ever since that night Calum really began to pay attention to how often you brought up the moon or would casually walk over to the window to peer up at it in the darkened sky. Once he noticed, he couldn’t stop. He noticed how your eyes were the size of the moon; large, round, and full of beauty.

One night, while your bodies were pressed together, his mouth on your neck and your nails scratching arcs into his back he noticed something behind your ear. Before he could take another look, you let out a salacious moan that made his body vibrate.

Afterwards, while you were brushing your teeth, he brushed your hair away from your neck and peered behind your ear. You had a moon tattooed on your skin. How did he miss that? Without a second thought, he pressed his lips to the dark ink, and it made you giggle around your toothbrush.

“Sto—wha’ are yew doin’?” you giggled around your brush before spitting into the sink. You rinsed your mouth out to ask him again but Calum turned your head so he could look at your tattoo.

“How long have you had this?” he asked quietly, his finger tracing the shape.

“Um, a year, I think. Why?”

“I feel bad, I’ve never noticed it before,” he frowns. His dark brown eyes were troubled when they met yours.

“It’s a small tattoo,” you shrugged, “no big deal.”

Since then, he makes sure to kiss your moon tattoo at least once a day. If he misses his chance in the morning, he’ll come up behind you while you’re both at the store and stamp a kiss to that spot. Or when your hair is up after you were doing some cleaning, the tattoo on full display, he couldn’t help but pepper it in kisses. Each time it made you giggle, and squeal and he loved it.

With the world still being shut down, you asked him to stay up all night just to watch it. How could he deny you that request?

He set up the futon outside on the patio with your favorite blankets and pillows while you gathered the snacks. Duke darted between the two of you in your separate tasks, tail wagging slightly and when he saw Calum bring his bed outside, he climbed onto it happily.

It’s a bit chillier than normal so you were wearing one of his long-sleeved shirts while he had on his cream Friends of Friends sweatshirt, your favorite.

“Ready, baby?” he asks scooting back onto the futon, his legs open for you to sit in between.

You climb on with a grin and perch yourself in the circle of his legs, pulling a blanket over the two of you. He rubs your arms while he pulls his phone out and starts playing his music. The first notes of Ariana Grande’s ‘Moonlight’ starts to play, and you can’t help but smile.

“Did you make a playlist for this?” you ask while he wraps his arms around you. The smell of his cologne washes over you from his sweatshirt, it makes you hum in content.

“Damn right I did. If we’re gonna be up all night we need a variety of moon songs, yeah?” he squeezes you until you laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

As the night goes on, the moon rises higher and your conversation flows deeper. You talk about how large the universe is and how unfathomable it is that it goes on forever. There has to be an edge, right?

“It’s like we’re in a big fish tank,” you explain with your arms spread in the shape of a large rectangle. “And we’re in the middle but all the way over here there’s like a wall.”

“A wall? How can it just stop?”

“How can it not? It makes my head hurt but. . . how does it go on forever?” you move your head from side to side looking at each of your hands and the space between them.

Calum gathers your hands in his and crosses them over your stomach, hands holding hands and his arms holding you. You feel his warm breath on your neck, it gives you goosebumps when his lips move against your skin as he speaks.

“It just does, sweetheart. The universe is a crazy thing,” he sighs kissing your cheek. “But you want to know what’s even more incredible about it?”

“What’s that?” you turn your gaze to the moon, trying to count how many craters you can see with your naked eye.

“Out of all the infinities and milky ways or whatever other Ways there are, you and I are right here together.”

Your stomach flips at his words, and your heart jumps when kisses you again. You crane your neck so you can give him a proper kiss, pulling your fingers from his hand so you can curl them in his thick blond hair.

The moon not only drowns the two of you in light, it shifts with the time and it’s around 2 a.m. when the conversation has now delved into other conspiracies.

“Aliens are a hundred percent real!” Calum nearly shouts and you’re giggling at his adamancy. “The government just released video evidence of UFO’s.”

“I know but do you really think they’re like nine feet tall with three fingers and huge ass eyes that are a black abyss?”

“What else would they look like?”

“What if they look like us? But their skin could be a different color, or they sparkle—”

“No way they fuckin’ look like the vampires from Twilight. I refuse that.”

“They could be! We don’t know! They could be walking among us right now. Duke could be an alien; I could be an alien.”

“Hmm, that’s kind of hot,” he smirks, and you smack his shoulder playfully.

“Gross. If anyone’s an alien it’s you cause you’re almost nine feet tall.”

He laughs loudly in your ear and soon you’re joining him because of how serious you’re both making this conversation out to be. The moon continues to shine while you discuss other things while the playlist he made continued to play in the background.

“I read about the love story between the sun and the moon,” he tells you as you feel your body get heavy with sleep.

“Yeah? Will you tell it to me?” you sigh heavily. You’re curled up in his lap, his warmth and his scent envelop you like a hug. You’re so comfortable.

“The sun was loved by everyone because of his warmth and how he let crops grow,” he begins carding his fingers through your hair. “While the moon was surrounded by stars and galaxies she still felt alone. While he was busy on his side of the world, a small star whispered in her ear of an even larger star that brought light to the world.

“She began to search for him but always came up short. While she yearned, he remained oblivious. She never stopped until one day came that she was finally in front of him. He bathed her in his light and he never saw beauty quite like hers before. She was surrounded by his light while the world was covered in darkness in the middle of the day.

“He loved her too, and while they were always within reach but still so far, when he set on the horizon, he knew she’d be arriving not too long after. On the rare times they’d be together, they both treasured each moment because it wouldn’t last long. They long for each other all the time, but always return at the right time,” he finishes and looks down to see you asleep in his arms.

Your moon tattoo is shining in the moonlight and he smiles at your form. Bathed in the moonlight, he’s never seen a prettier sight and he’s never loved anyone quite like this.

“I love you like the sun loves the moon,” he whispers in your ear before stamping a kiss to your tattoo. He settles more onto the futon and under the covers, falling asleep with you while the magic of the moon hangs above you.

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𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚊

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: wilbur soot

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: he/him

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: toxic escapism, implied toxic relationship, food, mention of fire, mentions of death, general negative self talk, asthma

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

im posting the third part of my YCGMA series because im currently working on two other fics! if you would like to read the other two parts so far, here is the link to those!! jubillee line, saline solution

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The cute bomber jacket you’ve had since sixth form

She left her jacket in my car. A dark blue one with grayish-yellow accents on the sleeves. It used to be white, but it’s been growing more and more dirty the longer it sits in my car.

Adorned with patches of places you’ve been

Is nothing on my khaki coat that I got from the roadside when I was 16.

My rough fingers graze against the overlapping fabrics of small souvenirs she had all over the sleeves of the jacket.

New Zealand, Paris, Rome, New York, Dubai, Amsterdam, Yellowstone

And it doesn’t even stop there! There’s more and more that spread across the plasticy fabric, and each and every one of them seems to slightly peak my interest. But still, her old jacket

I haven’t washed it in a while. Haven’t had the chance to. But I’m driving to a nearby laundromat with some money in my pockets to use. The area around me isn’t familiar, as it usually isn’t. Just been looking at my GPS and going wherever I need to go. I don’t ever go back, that’s a vow I made to myself and I don’t plan on breaking it.

My boots are from airports, my backpacks from friends

I’m not a man of substance and so I’ll pretend

I’ve made it to the laundromat with my car parked in the parking lot. It’s very deserted- only 2 other cars parked. My trunk is scarce yet dribbled with dirty clothes here and there that I toss inside of my backpack.

Change is jingling around the laundromat, the soft whirring of the washing and drying machines and a small child pointing at a snack in the vending machine. His mother walks over and regretfully inserts her money into the slot, getting her child a small pack of powdered donuts. He happily takes them, clumsily walking over to the nearest bench to enjoy his snack.

To be a wanderer, wandering

There’s a washing machine that’s open a bit down from the vending machine, so I make my way over while setting my backpack down on the metal bench. A bit later, I’m putting washing detergent into the designated compartment, and soon after stuffing my dirty, smelly clothes in one by one. My stomach rumbles in hunger. Normally I can barely afford to eat 2 meals per day, let alone one. One glance at the vending machine makes my stomach rumble again, hand grabbing the remaining money in my coat pocket. The sight saddens me, barely enough to afford drying my clothes but not enough for a small snack. With a sigh, I stuff the money back into my pocket and continue to fill the washer with clothes.

After a few seconds, a small tug is felt on my pant leg. I sigh gruffly until my eyes are surprised to meet the little boy from before, powdered sugar all over his lips. He reaches into the packet he had gotten from his mother and holds out a powdered donut to me as high as he possibly can. My face morphs from one of irritation to one of surprise. The situation makes me lightly chuckle, specifically at the fact that he’s offering me one instead of more. It’s generous, but it’s still a kid who wants to enjoy his treat while caring for someone.

I thank him and take the food from his hand gratefully. The kid is satisfied with his as well as my actions, so he wanders back over to the bench to finish his food. Soon after, I finish drying my clothes and head back on the road with my backpack of newly cleaned clothes.

I don’t know where I’m going, each turn I make is a gamble I take because I have nowhere else to go. I had told my roommate that I was going to see the world one by one. The most I’ve been seeing is littered trash and dull scenery. Every time I’m fortunate enough to accidentally come across an airport or something, I hesitate. I’m kidding myself, it’s not like I can afford to leave anyways. I drive away every time.

Leaving ascetic belongings

I should have washed her jacket, shouldn’t I? A slight tilt of my head leads my eyes to the exact jacket, huddled into the creases and folds of my backseat. Suddenly, I got both a feeling and an idea struck into my head and I set my GPS to the nearest restaurant. 20 minutes pass by and slowly in the distance a small building makes its way into sight.

In hostels and restaurant bins.

SLAM!

My car door echoes into the air. An arm lazily grabs the bomber jacket- my hand. With it, the travel to the bin outside of the restaurant doors is short. I took a look at the jacket one last time. I can’t believe her. But she’s out of my life now, for good. The jacket is tossed into the bin and I’m already on the road with the gas pedal slammed as hard as it can go.

The roads are my home as horizons my target

I’ve been away from our old house for about 4 months now. Occasionally staying at a motel if I can afford it but for the most part I sleep in my car in the backseat. And hey, sometimes I even apply for jobs at convenience stores if I’m low on cash!

If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it

But I never stop and stay anywhere for more than a month. I’ve kept that promise to myself, and I don’t plan on breaking it anytime soon. Every time I settle down somewhere for more than a week, all I get is reminded of her, our house and the memories and feelings that I’ve tried too hard to push away for them to bubble up again.

Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it burn out

She still appears in my mind every now and again, so it was probably right of me to throw out that old jacket. I don’t want to remember, it’s overwhelming. Why do people tell me that memories should be cherished? They’re one of the worst things I’ve had to experience, so to live through it again and again in my mind? No. I can’t.

Don’t fight it, try to move on.

I know what I did was right. But is it knowing that that jacket still exists somewhere? Should I have burned it instead? I don’t know.

It’s been 60 weeks since I saw Vienna

More than a year I’ve been on the road. And I don’t wanna stop, but I know I’ll have to eventually. Everything has turned into one big routine that hasn’t been disrupted yet. How have I not run out of gas in the middle of nowhere yet? I’m not sure, but I’m happy with my luck. I haven’t crashed yet, and my car is doing quite well for $1000.

A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face

I’m content, and I’m tired. Am I content? I’m just happy to be away from her. This is exactly what I needed, to be by myself. I can hear the squeaky wheeze when I take a deep breath in, I can’t breathe. Luckily, I still have my inhaler sitting on the dashboard of my car. One puff of that and I can slowly feel the air flowing through my throat smoothly.

I’ll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready

And I’ll put down my roots when I’m dead.

Sigh

A deep, long exhale is what I needed. I might be losing track of time and the days I’ve been on the road, but I’m never going home-

-and I’m never getting one, either.

The distance is futile

How much longer am I gonna be out here? I never predicted for me to even be ALIVE this long! I haven’t planned this far ahead- I just acted out of anger and spite.

C’mon, don’t be hasty

I’m going too fast, aren’t I? Nothing is planned anymore! What was I looking for when I decided to do this? Certainly not answers, because I’m more confused than before.

You’ll get that feeling deep inside your bones.

But what feeling am I looking for? I know I want something, but I don’t know what. I’ve been traveling around the same horrid place for so long that I forgot my intentions.

I’ll be gone, and you

Pushing my mixed feelings aside, there’s only one thing I’ve been wondering about while I’ve been away for so long…

Must be

How is she?

Alone.

I miss her.

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