#who asked about 'the tall handsome athletic guy'

[2dou]

told the shift i work with on weekends that i described our lesbian coworker as "the butch dyke" in front of our straight(ish) guy coworker to a regular once and he gave me this exact look

before i was like "WAIT IM ALLOWED TO SAY THAT I PROMISE"

#shoosh vale #she thought it was hilarious #because hes given her the exact same look for describing our coworkers by ethnicity to a regular #who asked about 'the tall handsome athletic guy' #of which there are two. whose biggest identifying features happen to be that one is asian and one is black #these are objective facts it was just funny that he was like so caught off guard about it #also i say straight(ish) because our MANAGER caught him kissing tall dark and handsome AT WORK #this is the second coworker to my knowledge that this 35yo man has kissed at work #the other being a 22 year old girl who went to high school with my brother #so. you know #ANYWAYS.

[kkencess]

downtown baby, chapter one.

i. professor suguru, the hot asshole. 𖤐

summary; you’re a pretty nerd in college. unfortunately, with the word nerd attached to your name, there’s usually one thing that comes to mind first. bullies. well, maybe you are being picked on a bit, just not by your classmates… but wait, your hot professors?

˚ ༘ ♡ ·˚ ༘ you never thought you’d go from nerd, to hot nerd— but a lot of things seemed to change the second you made it to college. who knew guys were so obsessed with a pretty girl in glasses? heck, surely not you. but, you couldn’t say you hated it all that much. you got a few benefits from it, and you weren’t being bullied.

you were on the school’s volleyball team, and you were a great player. you had a nice body, a little fame, and you were somehow able to balance your studies, on top of sports. you liked your college experience so far, and it was enjoyable— needless to say.

the only problem you had were unfortunately your professors.

your grades were up to par, you came to class on time most days, and you even did extra credit assignments when offered. you were starting to think you were being treated a little unfairly by your teachers, but there wasn’t any way to prove it. why did it seem like your grades were slowly, but surely dropping— despite how outstanding your work was?

so, here you were— thinking about your professor named; suguru. a rather handsome man who you had grown to despise. a bunch of the students had a crush on him, hell— even men. that gorgeous hair of his was usually tied up into a bun, though strands of hair that were too short usually slipped out, and resided against his forehead.

he had pretty slender eyes, a great athletic form— heck, he even smelled great and had good hygiene, and skin as far as you knew… still, you freaking hated him. you were starting to think he picked on you specifically, because you seemed to be the only one with this academic issue.

“you’re exaggerating, cutie. i’m sure he doesn’t hate you.” a male associate of yours said, who you hadn’t even remembered the name of. he had a hand pressed against the small of your back, that he rubbed thoroughly…

“i know he hates me. look at this!” you tell him, before grabbing a piece of paper from your bag. it showed your grade, and you scored an eighty-nine percent. “i was supposed to get a perfect score, yet that asshole keeps nitpicking my work. he didn’t even bother rounding my grade up to an a.”

the guy looks briefly at you, before licking at his lips. he had a lazy smile on his lips, and it was clear he wasn’t paying you any mind. “you’re so fuckin’ cute…” he mutters, before his eyes fell shut.

you sigh, getting up from your spot, and grabbing your things. that guy had paid for your lunch, but after that— your appetite was far gone. you decided it was time you took matters into your own hands. instead of hiding like you always did, you’d have to confront professor suguru yourself.

so, you head over to his classroom. you let your emotions get the best of you; and you ended up banging harshly against his classroom’s door. of course you’d regret it after, wincing in pain as you looked down at your acrylic’s. good thing you always got a short set, but shit they still hurt like hell.

shortly after all your knocking, the classroom door did in fact open. the pain from your hands suddenly seemed to fade away, and you’d quickly get your shit together as you looked up at the tall man; who towered over you with ease. maybe you should look into buying platform shoes, your low top converse weren’t doing you much good in height competitions.

professor suguru looked down at you; those eyes of his seeming to watch you intensely. there was something so… off about him. his gaze almost seemed predatory. you unknowingly trembled, the longer he stared— and for a second, you forgot why you were here.

“can i help you?” he’d ask, eyes unblinking as he watched you. that was right, you were here to complain about his horrible grading skills, and uncalled for pestering. how could you forget?

“u-um, yeah.” you stutter, quickly clearing your throat before you began to voice your complaints. “i’ve noticed my grades have been dropping, and i know i’m doing the work perfectly.” you start, hoping you hadn’t come off as cocky. well, you were being truthful. you were doing the work without flaws.

“is that so?” he’d ask, back pressed against the metal door behind him. he seemed to think for a second, before his lips curled up; just a bit. you almost didn’t notice it. did he find humor in this? “oh, i see. so you think i’m grading your work incorrectly?”

“i know you are.” you say, your voice stern, and harsh. it wasn’t a mistake, you fully intended to be rude. serves him right…

he seemed taken aback by your sudden outburst. he’d scoff shortly, eyes swishing down your frame. his gaze was cunning, and direct— he knew what he was doing. he was trying to intimidate you, and it was working.

“you have no idea what you’re talking about, little girl. maybe simmer down on the cockiness, and start double checking your work. maybe then you’ll see a positive change in your grades.” he’d insult, his fingers grasping roughly at your face. you’d squirm in his hold, though your attempts to slip away were rather futile.

“sir— let go of me!” your efforts to shout seemed useless, and his grip was firm. you hadn’t expected him to put his hands on you of all things. was this even allowed? what a rule-breaking asshole, you knew there was something up with him.

he’d soon release you, which was on such short notice. you’d stumble back, falling against the ground. this is so embarrassing. you thought, as you quickly gathered your spilled files, and folders.

professor suguru seemed humored by this, and he’d sort of kneel down to match your height, his warm breath fanning against your ear. he’d press a hand against your lower back, fingers slowly grazing the anatomy. unbeknownst to you, his eyes did sweep down your thighs, that were exposed because of how your skirt folded when you were bent.

he’d grab your cheeks once more; forcing your attention on him this time. he was so harsh, to the point where you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. if it wasn’t already obvious, he was inflicting a concerning amount of pain. “watch yourself. next time, i won’t let you off so easily.” he’d whisper, his face so close you could feel his breath fanning across your lips.

and then, he’d get up, and leave; the sound of his classroom door shutting quickly snapping you out of your thoughts. you’d sit up, bum pressed against your backpack that was also on the ground. you’d quickly wipe at your eyes beneath your lenses, not giving the tears time to drop.

“what an asshole…!” you’d curse, back pressed against the wall behind you.

chapter two link.

#kkencess #anime #anime smut #fanfic #getou smut #getou #geto x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #gojo x reader #nanami smut #nanami x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #geto smut #toji smut #toji x reader #x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen

[gureumz]

are you?

rating: explicit

members: sunghoon, heeseung

notes/warnings: fem!reader, smoking, INFIDELITY, bf!heeseung, reader cheats on heeseung, rivalry between sunghoon and heeseung, university setting, dirty talk, protected sex, public sex, car sex, once again: THERE IS CHEATING IN THIS STORY

a/n: please know that i do not condone cheating irl. this is merely an exercise on writing and a test of my skills when depicting themes like this. got the idea from this tiktok.

read part 2 here

lee heeseung is the perfect boyfriend.

tall, handsome, highly athletic, a phenomenal singer and dancer, oozing charisma with every step he takes, every perfect smile he sends your way, every discreet-but-not-really shift of his hands over the slope of your ass.

you, quiet and often unassuming, couldn't have asked for someone better. not that you wanted to, because you know in your heart of hearts that lee heeseung is as best as you can do.

the way you got together was a serendipitous mix of being at the right place at the right time and an uncharacteristic surge of confidence on your part.

you were loitering right outside the gates of your university, huddled closely with your friends, identical cigarettes hanging between your fingers or puckered in between perfectly glossed lips. a couple of you preferred the artificial, flavored alternatives, but it was nicotine all the same.

"sorry ladies, i hate to do this, but can any of you lend me a lighter?"

you turned and it was like a cliche scene in some romcom. hands shoved in his uniform slacks, the infamous engineering polo hanging off his broad frame, heeseung eyed you with some mix of boyish charm and adorable bashfulness.

it took you a second to realize that you were the one holding the neon pink lighter, having forgotten who it really belonged to. it was communal among your friends at this point.

you, in a split-second decision probably fueled by some kind of girlish giddiness at his handsome looks, held the lighter up and flicked it on.

heeseung chuckled, pulling a box of reds out of his pocket. slipping a cigarette between his lips, he bent down to your level, aligning the end with the tiny flame emitted by the lighter.

"thanks," heeseung said after the end of his cigarette lit up, a puff of smoke escaping his lips. he straightened up, sending you a wink.

your friends were watching this exchange with heightened curiosity, eyebrows raised and mouths curling in amused smiles.

heeseung made a move as if to turn, but stopped short, bringing his attention back to you.

"hey, aren't you jay's friend from high school?" heeseung asked, jerking his head towards the direction of his friends.

you followed the direction of where he vaguely gestured, and sure enough, jay, indeed an old friend from high school, and some other guys were watching you from the other end of the large gate leading to the inside of your university.

you waved at jay and he enthusiastically waved back once he determined who you were.

"________, right?" heeseung had continued to ask, grinning down at you.

"yeah," you confirmed. "sorry, what was your name?"

"heeseung," he replied, holding his hand out to you.

a handshake, exchanged instagrams, about three dates, and two months later, you had the honor of calling yourself lee heeseung's girlfriend.

you wouldn't have it any other way.

especially now that he has his hands running up and down your sides, your back pressed firmly against his front, the music blaring loud in both of your ears.

the party was his idea, obviously, but you wouldn't say no to a night of drinking and dancing with heeseung.

"you look gorgeous," heeseung whispers lowly in your ear. as if to emphasize his point, he places a kiss right behind your ear.

"look at all of these people ogling at you," heeseung adds, chuckling.

"oh please, they're looking at you," you reply. you catch a girl in a sparkly top giving your boyfriend a totally obvious once-over.

heeseung turns you around to face him, hips swaying along to the music. you match his movements, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"only because i'm with the most beautiful girl in here," heeseung counters back, making a move to kiss you on the lips.

you kiss back, feeling his arms tighten around you. you giggle against his mouth.

"slow down there, tiger," you tease as you pull away. "should i get us more drinks?"

heeseung's lips pull up in a smirk. he leans in to kiss you again, briefly this time.

"sure, princess. just rum and coke for me."

you nod, wriggling free from heeseung's grasp. you make your way to the bar, but not before heeseung lands a quick slap to your ass.

you lean over the bar, patiently waiting for the bartender to notice you. you quickly rattle off your orders once he does, and you have time to perch yourself on one of the barstools while you wait.

you survey the club before you. most of the patrons are university-age, just like you, with a good chunk of actual students from your own institution.

you feel somebody slide into the seat next to yours and you spare them an absentminded glance. you do a double take when you realize he was beaming at you.

"are you alone?" the stranger asks. you cautiously shift away from him, though, you would be lying if you said he wasn't attractive.

you remind yourself that even serial killers can look like greek gods.

"no, i'm with my friends," you explain, waving a hand towards the general direction of your table.

"i'm just getting drinks," you continue.

the stranger nods, studying your face. "cool. i'm sunghoon."

he reaches a hand out to you and you stifle a smile.

"________," you return, grasping his hand in yours. his skin was soft, but the grip he has is as manly as it gets.

"wanna dance while you wait for your drinks?" sunghoon asks, leaning in closer. you can smell his perfume now, and you can just make out the moles adorning his face. he has an insanely high-angled nose, too.

"sure," you answer, a grin spreading across your face. you look over sunghoon's shoulder and you have to stop yourself from laughing.

heeseung had sidled up behind sunghoon, eyebrows knit in confusion.

"you have to ask my boyfriend, though," you continue, motioning with your chin towards heeseung. a master of timing as always, heeseung walks over to you and drapes an arm around your shoulder.

"ask me, what, park?" heeseung questions, raising an eyebrow at sunghoon.

you look up at heeseung in surprise, not expecting him to actually know sunghoon.

sunghoon deflects from the question. "didn't expect to see you here, hyung."

heeseung scoffs, pulling you closer to him.

"i could say the same for you," heeseung says in something akin to a sneer. "finally pulled the stick out your ass enough to have fun?"

sunghoon rolls his eyes, rising from his seat. he locks eyes with you and smiles.

"nice meeting you, ________."

without another word, sunghoon stalks off into the crowd, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"what was that about? you know him?" you interrogate heeseung, slipping your fingers between his.

heeseung snickers before leaning down to kiss your temple.

"just some asshole from one of my classes," heeseung explains. "completely insufferable."

you decide not to press on the matter further, and to your relief, the bartender returns, sliding your drinks towards you.

heeseung picks up his drink and downs half of it. the uneasy clenching in his jaw doesn't go unnoticed by you.

---

one thing you've learned about heeseung is that he loves attention. whether he's aware of this or not is unknown to you.

not that it's a bad thing, but you speculate that with a face like that and a multitude of talents, heeseung just grew accustomed to being poured with attention and compliments.

you didn't mind it, or at least you tried not to mind it. stopping every few paces when you're walking across campus with heeseung because he ran into someone he knew is one thing, the overflowing comments on his social media posts are fine, but even you're not above admitting that the plethora of girls that dote on your boyfriend don't give your skin an uncomfortable prickle.

you don't say anything because you should be thankful that your boyfriend is major hot stuff at your uni, but it's the way he responds so enthusiastically to girls gushing over him that irks you.

but you're afraid of shattering the perfect trajectory your relationship. you convince yourself that it's just some underlying insecurity you have and you can get over it. you tell yourself that you're okay with not bringing it up with heeseung.

because you love him and you're sure he doesn't mean it.

bball practice is gonna run late tonight. don't wait up k baby?

the text from heeeung pings on your screen and you hurriedly type out an affirming reply.

you flip your phone face down on the table, pulling your tablet closer to you, eyes refocusing on the notes displayed across the screen. you're kind of glad that heeseung was busy because you really needed to hunker down and study for a major test tomorrow.

that's how you found yourself cooped up in the library, in the very back section where few students care enough to venture, to ensure the least amount of distraction for you.

there's about three other students within your immediate vicinity but a blur of movement alerts you that a fourth person is about to join you. you look up from your notes and you nearly gasp when you realize who it is.

he hasn't noticed you yet, eyes too focused on picking the perfect desk for him to settle into, but you know without a shadow of a doubt that sunghoon is the one making his way toward your side of the library.

your eyes finally meet him and for a second, neither of you makes a move, just staring blankly at each other. but then sunghoon brings a hand up and waves, smiling handsomely at you.

you wave back politely and for some reason, sunghoon takes this as an invitation to seat himself at the desk directly to your left.

"mind if i sit here?" sunghoon whispers. you're mildly surprised to find out that he looks even better under regular, non-strobe lighting.

"not at all," you say, shaking your head. you turn back to your desk, but you know you're already half-distracted.

it's that damned perfume of his, for sure.

thankfully, sunghoon doesn't try to make further conversation and after a while you find yourself slowly sinking back into zen, eyes moving over the subject matter you were studying. your focus is once again interrupted only by sunghoon abruptly rising from his seat.

he catches your eye as he walks over to some bookshelves and he smiles at you yet again. without even thinking, you notice yourself smiling back.

you hold your breath as you watch the spot where he disappeared between stacks of books, unsure what you're even waiting for. as if pulled by some unknown force, you slip off your own seat, legs bringing you to the exact bookshelf where sunghoon is rifling through some reference books.

he's hunched over the text, forehead creased in concentration as he scans over the words, but his expression eases when he sees you appear in his periphery.

"oh, _______," sunghoon lets out, mildly startled. "nice seeing you again here."

you don't say anything for a few seconds, suddenly at a loss for what exactly you were doing following sunghoon. he looks at you expectantly, but you notice the hint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

"i have something to ask you," you say rather plainly. sunghoon closes the book in his hand, tucking it under his arm.

"shoot," sunghoon replies, leaning against the bookshelf. your eyes flit for a moment to the veins running up his arms.

"are you in some sort of fight with my boyfriend?" you ask, stepping closer, conscious that your voice might carry over to the librarian's desk nearby.

sunghoon chuckles. "heeseung-hyung is the only one fighting. i would prefer not to get into any altercations with him."

you tilt your head to the side, confused. sunghoon licks his lips before continuing.

"i guess he's not used to someone competing with him and actually winning over him sometimes," sunghoon explains.

you ponder on this for a moment. you're aware that heeseung has some sort of an ego, but being mere months into the relationship, you weren't fully sure how deep it went.

"so, you two are in some sort of academic rivalry?" you joke, eyebrows raised at sunghoon. he laughs quietly.

"i guess? he can only wish to be as good as i am in calculus," sunghoon jests back, inching ever so slightly closer to you.

you're nearly toe to toe but the way sunghoon's hair falls into his eyes, and the curve of his lips as he smiles has you frozen in place, admiring every sharp turn of his features.

"don't go stealing my boyfriend, now," you reply, moving as if to kick sunghoon in the shin. you lightly nudge his leg with your foot.

so it's you who ultimately breaks the physical barrier.

sunghoon chuckles, shaking his head. he briefly touches your chin with his forefinger and you bristle, surprised at the unexpected contact.

"it's not your boyfriend i want," sunghoon says before walking off.

you stand there, fingertips tingling and heart beating wildly.

---

sex with heeseung is often spontaneous and because of that, you've found yourself stretched out from his cock in unusual places around campus more times than you care to admit.

this evening, you're shoved behind some bleachers in your university's basketball court, your hands braced against the metal as heeseung pounds you from behind.

your prudish uniform skirt is bunched up around your waist, and one cup of your bra is pulled all the way down under your blouse. you bite down on your lip, hard, as heeseung pistons in and out of you.

"fuck, heeseung, please," you whisper, unsure whether you're asking him to please, make me cum or please, hurry up. maybe both. because you can hear footsteps and voices approaching and despite the boost of newfound confidence you've acquired with being heeseung's girlfriend, you're not sure what you'd do with yourself if you suddenly find yourself trending among the students of your university for fucking behind the bleachers.

heeseung merely grunts in reply, sealing his hand over your mouth. you can see through the gaps in the bleachers that there's a group making their way toward your general direction. it's dark enough, just after dusk, that you're concealed from anyone standing a few feet away, but you suddenly remember with a chill that people often come here to smoke and do other...recreational substances.

someone from the group is walking faster than the rest and he's making a beeline straight to where you and heeseung are. heeseung's movements have slowed down to mild, drawn-out thrusts, but he keeps his hand over your face.

stepping into the dimmed lighting of the court, the figure approaching your spot stops short. he's looking directly at you.

you realize with a start, your heart sinking in humiliation, that it's sunghoon who's staring right into your eyes, his gaze somehow finding yours in the shadows of the bleachers. his face twitches in recognition before morphing into an expression of amusement.

"let's go somewhere else," sunghoon calls out to his companions, eyes still locked on yours.

"i think someone's fucking in the bleachers," sunghoon adds, before finally tearing his vision away from you.

the others who came with sunghoon laugh, hollering and making obscene sounds, but they walk away nonetheless, leaving you and heeseung alone once again in the court.

"who was that?" heeseung questions, removing his hand from your face. he licks the shell of your ear before biting down on your earlobe.

"n-no idea," you reply shakily, suppressing a cry as heeseung sinks his dick deep into you.

---

"are you here for heeseung?"

you look up from your phone, eyes landing on sunghoon's tall figure. he has the same easy stance, arms crossed, and his signature smile.

"yeah," you reply curtly, memories of that night behind the bleachers flooding back in your mind.

"why, so you can fuck him again behind the bleachers?" sunghoon asks, stepping closer. you look over his shoulder nervously at the other students pouring out of the classroom where he came from.

"that's none of your business," you say, avoiding his eyes.

"oh, yeah?" sunghoon asks with a laugh. "i'm pretty sure you made it everyone's business when you decided to fuck in public."

"it wasn't totally in public."

"sure, it was. anyone could've walked in."

sunghoon reaches for a strand of your hair. you feel your eyes flutter nearly shut when his hand brushes against your cheek.

"good thing i was the one who did," sunghoon adds, winking.

"did you enjoy the show?" you ask lowly, finally meeting sunghoon's eyes.

"did you wish it was you?"

sunghoon gulps, stepping back. just then, you see heeseung walk out of the classroom, eyes lighting up at the sight of your face.

"hey, baby," he greets, reaching for you. he stops when he sees sunghoon standing nearby.

"are you that thick that i need to explicitly tell you that i don't want you near my girlfriend?" heeseung scoffs at sunghoon.

"chill out, hyung, we just recognized each other from the club," sunghoon replies, eyeing you one last time before walking away.

you try not to let your hands shake so hard as heeseung links his arm with yours, rattling off about his class.

---

you're convinced that he's following you. how could he not be, when he's slipping into the same desk next to you in the library?

"miss me?" sunghoon asks playfully, setting his bag down on the desk in front of him.

it's been nearly two weeks since you last saw him outside that classroom, having been caught up in the whirlwind of midterms. even your time with heeseung was limited, with only brief lunches together as life pulled you in all different directions.

"not at all," you reply nonchalantly. your stomach flips when you inhale and you catch yet another whiff of his perfume.

would it be wrong to say that maybe you did miss him?

"come on, i thought you liked my company," sunghoon quips, leaning his elbow on the desk and perching his chin on his palm. he looks at you directly, unabashedly eyeing you up and down.

"where did you get that idea?" you ask in an attempt to sound irritable, but your voice comes out in a weak whisper.

sunghoon shrugs. "just a feeling."

"if you didn't, you would have told heeseung-hyung about our chance meetings and he would have beaten me up to a pulp by now," sunghoon continues, getting up from his seat before stretching lazily.

you swallow, pondering his words. it's true. if you disliked his presence so much, you would have ratted him out to heeseung. you know what sunghoon is doing. you can practically feel the flirty undertone in his words. if you were a better person, you would have shut it down a long time ago.

are you a better person?

"i kinda need your help, though," sunghoon says, staring down at you. you raise your eyes to his and you know he loves the perspective it gives him.

"i might need more books than i can carry," sunghoon explains. "might need an extra pair of hands."

without another word, he stalks off, disappearing between the same two bookshelves where you had your first conversation in this library.

you laugh to yourself, knowing that everything that came out of his mouth just now was bullshit, a guy who clearly spends hours in the gym, arms totally jacked, needing your help with a stack of books?

tell me right now, are you a better person?

possibly not, because you stand up all the same, legs mechanically taking you to where you know sunghoon is. you turn the corner and sure enough, sunghoon is waiting, back pressed against the wall at the very end of the two bookshelves. his arms are crossed and despite the shadows cast on his figure by the wooden shelves, you know his eyes are trained on you.

you take a quick glance over your shoulder, but you know no one else is there other than the surly librarian sitting at her desk. why were you in the library, anyway? exams had just finished. surely, you had a reason.

or maybe it was the same serendipitous mix of being at the right place at the right time and an uncharacteristic surge of confidence on your part.

last chance. are you a better person?

surely you aren't. not when you're practically shoving yourself against sunghoon's wide frame, fingers frantically clutching at his clothing as you pull him closer, closer, please, closer. not when you're kissing him with so much hunger, teeth clashing and tongues licking messily into each other's mouths.

sunghoon presses you against the wall, reaching under your skirt, and pulling the thin material of your underwear aside. he drinks in your moans as he easily finds your clit, rubbing in slow circles with his index and middle finger.

he pulls away, watching you as you throw your head back in pleasure. you refuse to look at him, lest it makes this whole thing seem real.

"look at me," sunghoon whispers right next to your ear. you shake your head, tears prickling in your eyes.

tears of shame.

sunghoon switches his fingers, replacing his index with his middle. he gathers the wetness between your legs, coating his digits generously. he slides the two fingers inside you and you nearly fall apart right at that moment.

you open your eyes, blinking the tears away and sunghoon is looking at you with an intensity that has your knees buckling. salty streaks cascade down your cheeks and sunghoon leans in to kiss them away.

"tell me to stop and i'll stop," sunghoon mumbles against your temple.

you wrap your arms around his torso, curling your fingers in the material of his uniform.

"keep going," you whisper. sunghoon kisses your forehead, your nose, then finally your lips.

his fingers drag in and out of you and you pant against sunghoon's mouth. it's embarrassing how close he's getting you. just a little more and he'll successfully coax an orgasm out of you.

you momentarily remember that it takes heeseung way longer to get you to finish, and that's often with help from your own fingers.

oh, god, heeseung. what have i done?

"that's it, love, it's okay," sunghoon says against the top of your head when he feels you clenching around him.

just as you predicted, it doesn't take too long. you finish with a quiet shudder against sunghoon's chest, your lip nearly bruised at how hard you've bitten down on it.

hiccupping, you lean back, watching as sunghoon brings his coated fingers to his lips, licking them clean and relishing in the way you're staring intently at his actions.

sunghoon leans in to kiss you a moment later and you whimper softly when you taste yourself on his tongue.

"we should go," sunghoon whispers, breath fanning your face.

you merely nod, shakily smoothing your clothes down.

---

you and heeseung look like the perfect couple.

you, in your dress that perfectly complimented the color of heeseung's suit and heeseung beaming proudly as he leads you through the hotel lobby towards the event hall.

it didn't take much convincing for you to agree to be heeseung's date to the engineering division's anniversary dinner. you love dressing up for fancy events and you love heeseung, so it was a no-brainer.

you love heeseung. you truly, deeply, honestly love heeseung.

you know you do. even when merely a week ago, you had his so-called rival's fingers deep inside you in a quiet corner of the library.

and as the saying goes, speak of the devil.

sunghoon is standing by the door of the event hall, dressed smartly in his own suit, and a similarly attired woman standing next to him. you've seen her before, one of the models on the university's advertorial billboards scattered all over the city.

you catch sunghoon's eye as you approach the hall but he makes no indication of noticing you. heeseung steers the two of you into the venue, his hand settling on the small of your back.

"i'm surprised park got himself a date for tonight," heeseung jokes, smirking down at you.

"don't be like that," you return weakly. "you're putting out bad karma."

heeseung just chuckles, leaning down to kiss your cheek. he leads you to a table, one matching the number on your invitations. heeseung greets the people at the table and you smile when he introduces you. you're about to take a seat when you spot sunghoon and his date walking over.

"oh great, we're sharing a table," heeseung comments sarcastically, slipping into his own seat. you lay a hand on heeseung's thigh in warning as you settle beside him.

sunghoon just smiles, coaxing his companion closer to him.

"you all look great tonight," sunghoon offers brightly to everyone at the table, eyes lingering just a second longer on you.

"this is wonyoung, but i'm sure you know who she is," sunghoon adds and the girl beside him visibly blushes.

you stop breathing when sunghoon situates himself on the chair beside you, his knee briefly knocking against yours. you feel heeseung tighten his hold on your hand.

you breeze through the program rather easily, mostly ignoring sunghoon's looming presence beside you and busying yourself with your boyfriend and his other classmates instead.

that is, until you feel fingers brush against your knee under the tablecloth.

he wouldn't dare.

would he?

you discreetly check on heeseung and he's animatedly discussing something with another guy who you learned was named jake. you chew on your lip nervously, trying to appear engaged in their conversation despite the undeniable press of sunghoon's fingertips on your knee.

you clear your throat, quickly knocking sunghoon's hand away.

"i might go for a quick smoke," you say a little sheepishly, laying a hand on heeseung's shoulder. "you wanna come with?"

heeseung pauses for a second but shakes his head. "you go ahead, baby. text me if you need anything, okay?"

you nod, tight-lipped as you smile at him. you grab your purse, and you mentally punch yourself for feeling relieved that heeseung said no.

you wouldn't dare.

would you?

you make brief eye contact with sunghoon as you stand, excusing yourself from the rest of the table.

you weave through the throng of people in the event hall, speedwalking through the lobby, and clambering down the stairs at the exit before finally arriving at the hotel parking lot.

you find a low wall towards the edge of the lot, deeming it clean enough for you to sit on. you hoist yourself up, letting your legs dangle from the edge.

you sit there, having gone through two whole sticks before you see a figure walking towards you.

"your boyfriend's looking for you," sunghoon declares, coming to a stop in front of you. from where you're seated on the wall, you're a good few inches taller than him now.

"is he really?" you ask, taking a drag from your cigarette. sunghoon doesn't say anything. after a moment, he holds his hand out.

you pass him the cigarette, watching as he inhales. his eyes don't leave yours as he steps closer, taking another drag before returning the stick back to you.

the cig is still half good but you extinguish it against the wall, dropping it into the concrete below. sunghoon's standing right in front of you now, hands smoothing up your thighs.

"you're really fucking gorgeous tonight," sunghoon blurts out, leaning in close.

you lay your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, letting sunghoon run the tip of his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply as if memorizing your scent. you exhale as you feel him kiss your shoulder, his finger discreetly nudging the strap of your dress down.

"not here," you warn, letting the strap stay down. you reach over to run your hands through sunghoon's hair near the nape of his neck.

not here.

not 'no' or 'stop it'. it's a 'yes', but not where everyone can see.

"my car is right there," sunghoon says matter-of-factly, turning to gesture at a black car just a few feet away.

you eye it thoughtfully, imagination already running wild as you estimate the wide backseat space of sunghoon's vehicle.

you're pulled out of your thoughts when you hear sunghoon laugh.

"whatever you're thinking, we can make it happen," sunghoon says, a seductive lilt evident in his voice. you turn to him, grasping his face in your hands.

you kiss him as if he's the only man you've ever wanted.

you kiss him as if breaking apart would kill you. even as he's pulling you off the wall from where you're seated, you make no move to part from his lips.

how you got into his backseat without tripping over yourselves is beyond you. but you're here now, your dress unzipped and pulled down to reveal your chest. sunghoon's tie is yanked loose, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone. he's sitting, leaned back, with you perched on his lap.

"do you want it?" sunghoon questions, a hand grasping one of your boobs, his face pressed up against the side of your neck.

"yes," you gasp out. sunghoon grunts in your ear.

you lean back to let sunghoon undo his pants enough for him to pull them just below his half-hard dick. he wraps a large hand around his shaft, pulling you close, melding your lips together.

"middle console," sunghoon directs, guiding your hand behind you. you feel around the storage space, fingers finding the telltale foil material of a condom wrapper.

you hand it to sunghoon, breathing heavily as you watch him rip it open with his teeth. he expertly slides it down on himself with one hand, his other already pulling at your skirt.

you get it out of the way eventually, your hips hovering right above sunghoon's. you blindly guide sunghoon to your entrance, gasping when you feel his tip prod at your hole.

before you know it, you've sunk down on sunghoon completely, his strong arms bracing you against him, letting the both of you grow accustomed to each other.

"you're perfect," sunghoon babbles into your hair and you squeeze your eyes shut, guilt rising in your chest.

but all that falls away when you feel sunghoon angle his hips up, thrusting shallowly into you. you cry out into his shoulder, scrambling to hold yourself up so he can move a little more freely.

you plant your legs on either side of him, holding yourself up on your knees. sunghoon readjusts himself, holding you over him. you move your hips experimentally and both of you groan at how deep he goes inside you.

in the dark, cramped space of sunghoon's car, with the air conditioning set to lowest so as to not draw any attention to both of you, you start to ride him.

it's sloppy, messy, uncoordinated, but the desire that burns within both of you is enough to fuel you on. you pray in the back of your mind that no one comes this way, but your brain is largely occupied by sunghoon and sunghoon alone.

how he feels inside you, how hot his breath is against your chest, how sweet your name sounds coming from his mouth.

just as you're tiring, sunghoon maneuvers you so you're laying on the seat, your hands bracing against the door above you. sunghoon leans over you, slipping in once more. you spread your legs wider, and despite the awkward angle, all is forgotten once sunghoon moves.

the car is rocking softly now, you're sure of it, but the pleasure building inside you has you throwing all care out the window.

"you feel so good," you whimper, nails digging into sunghoon's shoulders.

"yeah?" sunghoon says. "better than heeseung-hyung?"

you're struck speechless, but sunghoon slams into you harder, as if demanding an answer.

"better than your arrogant boyfriend, hm?" sunghoon pries, pupils blown wide as he looks straight into your own eyes.

"i see the way he acts," sunghoon continues, spitting the words out harshly. "going around acting like he can pull anyone and everyone."

the words spark something primal in you. yes, yes, you're right!

"can't he see he has this perfect fucking pussy at his disposal?" sunghoon says through gritted teeth.

"yes," you finally relent, moaning wantonly when you feel sunghoon hit a certain spot within you. "fuck, you're so much better than him."

this sends sunghoon into a frenzy, fucking into you with abandon, the repeated and prolonged stretch in your pussy making your head spin and the muscles in your abdomen tighten.

"come on, love," sunghoon says, almost pleading. "need you to cum with me."

"oh god," you breathe out, one of your hands finding purchase on the headrest above you and the other tugging harshly at sunghoon's hair.

"yes, yes, sunghoon, shit, right there!"

sunghoon lets out a guttural sound as he cums, your own orgasm slamming into you with strength and magnitude you didn't know was possible for you to experience.

a minute passes. then two. the night is once again quiet, the distant sound of music coming from the event hall seemingly worlds away.

you and sunghoon hurriedly compose yourselves, erasing any trace of what just transpired.

on the other side of the wall from where you sat merely minutes before, cigarette butts and a knotted condom lie forgotten, the only evidence of your ultimate undoing.

---

"you seem exhausted, babe," heeseung comments, casting a sideways glance at you. you lean against the passenger side window, your eyes heavy with sleep.

the city lights zoom past you as heeseung drives down the highway with little interruption, seeing as it's past midnight on a weekday.

"yeah, i'm just not used to wearing heels for that long," you supply, yawning just as you get the sentence out.

heeseung lays a comforting hand on your thigh. you place your own hand on top of his, grasping his fingers in yours. if he notices just how hard you're squeezing, he doesn't comment on it.

"i love you," heeseung says, bringing your joined hands up to his lips.

a pause.

"i love you, too," comes your quiet reply.

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon scenarios #heeseung scenarios #w: sunghoon #w: heeseung

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

I think my preferences changed.

Phillip Graves x FEM reader.

You met Phillip on a sugar daddies app. You never thought he would steal your heart, now you need more of him.

Warning: grammatical and spelling errors, not a very long story, mentions of sex but there's no details or deep descriptions of it.

Enjoy it, leave a 🩷 if you like it.

It's a rainy afternoon, you were in the kitchen serving a bowl of hot chicken and vegetables soup when the door of your apartment opened.

- Baby, I'm home!

You sighed and served a second bowl, your boyfriend, the same age as you, he's handsome, tall and smart, any person would envy you. You and him went back together after some months, he was the one who convinced you to try again.

You never told him what you did in those months, but you can't stop thinking about it, the moment when you needed money to pay for emergency surgery for your dog and the man who quickly attended your call.

Phillip Graves, you will never understand why he was on that app, he's not really old, maybe it is just the fact that he's rich, rich people sometimes just want to spend money without reason.

He has his own company, he's obviously the CEO, rich, handsome with those blue eyes and light brown hair, his athletic body, just to think about it your heartbeat increases and your legs shake.

He was polite and sweet all the time, you were honest about what you were doing there and that's what he liked the most, your honesty and how worried you were about your dog.

He didn't try anything like sex or something at least not on the first date, it was a nice dinner in a fancy restaurant, a walk around the park. He paid you more than what you asked for and insisted you accept it, your problem was solved. A few days later Phillip called you again, he invited you to the theater, he sent a car to pick you up, another delightful night with this charming man, for an instant you thought you could accustomed to this kind of princess treatment.

A couple dates later a kiss full of desire was the end of you, you were at his mercy. This man showed you why some women prefer older men, they really know how to treat a woman in bed, you never expected to be the kind of girl who likes to be treated rough In bed, Graves did it all well, you were begging for more, more of his tongue and fingers, more of him inside you, he devoured you, your pleasure was the most important thing for him, you couldn't went back home that night, your body was exhausted, Phillip was so kind, the aftercare was another surprise, he was the sweetest man, the first thing he did was prepare a bath for you, you were too weak to walk correctly so he carried you to the bathtub, even he asked you if he could join you, offered himself to wash your hair and body, his fingertips on your head, he washed you delicately, you did the same, both stayed there for a while, just laughing and enjoying each other's company. Later that night, he brought you food and watched a movie together until you fell asleep.

Any other guy wouldn't do all that, probably they would send you home alone and never call you back at least to be sure you arrived home safe, but Graves was a true gentleman, he took you home the next day and sent you flowers the same afternoon, texted you a few more times but then he told you he would be out of the country a few months and didn't know when he would come back.

Your days after that have been feeling boring, monotony hits you, your boyfriend went back to your life but you feel like this is not your life, you feel like you lost something and don't know what it is.

Both are sitting at the kitchen's table, the tv is just making some noise, you're observing your plate but not eating, your boyfriend has been talking but you don't know what he is saying.

- Babe...?

- Hmmm...

- What do you think?

- Oh sorry, whatever you decide is fine for me.

You're lost in memories, those blue eyes, your hands on his shoulders, his lips on yours, your legs around his waist, his laugh, his voice, your soft moans and him asking you to do it again, telling you how beautiful you look, the conversation, the dinners, the smell of his perfume, the taste of his mouth, his touch.

- Babe!...

Your boyfriend's voice brings you back to reality, Graves is not here, it's only you and your boyfriend, he's upset, looking at you with annoyance.

-...you've been very weird since we went back, tell me, is there something wrong? I know I was an idiot but come on, I'm trying my best and you don't care.

You don't say anything. You're observing your apartment, it doesn't feel like yours anymore, you look at your boyfriend and he's clearly not the man you want for you, Phillip Graves invaded your life, his name echoes in your mind, his touch makes your body scream and beg for it, you want him, you need him, he's like a powerful drug in your system, you're addicted to him, his absence is making you feel sick as if you were detoxifying.

- Tell me, what's wrong with you?

- I think my preferences has changed.

You stood up and went for your jacket, your now ex boyfriend is still sitting, shocked with your comment.

- I'm sorry for making you think we still could work, I'll go to pick my dog at the vet, you have an hour to leave my apartment, put your keys under the rug.

You left, an hour passed, you were paying the veterinary's bill. When your phone started to ring, you didn't see who it was, you simply thought it would be your ex boyfriend asking for an explanation.

- I want someone else, leave me alone.

- I hope that person it's me. I'm back in town my little princess.

That voice, you opened your eyes like plates, the biggest smile you ever made in your entire life.

- Phillip?

- Good girl, where are you? I want to see you, I can't get you out of my head.

- I'm on my way home, I've been missing you, I need you...

- I'll send you a dress and some presents I got for you, we'll go to dinner tonight love.

That's how it happened, you needed him, he was like oxygen for your lungs, adrenaline to bring you back to life, he drives you insane and you give him the same feeling, you're his little princess, his little girl and he gives you all that you want, even more.

#cod x reader #x yn #call of duty x reader #x reader #fanfiction #long reads #shadows x reader #reader insert #reader imagine #cod graves #graves x reader #phillip graves #philip graves x reader #Spotify

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Beach/Body Insecurities-Being Reassured by Cash Wheeler

Idea and Requested by: @princessmermaid1289

Trigger Warning: The main female character does think negative thoughts about her body.

Please remember all bodies all beautiful

Movies, restaurants, coffee shops were what you thought of for third date locations. A crowded beach on the Carolina Shores in August was not what you would think of. Or a place that you would ever think of agreeing to. Sure you loved laying out in the sun, the sand between your toes, ice cream, and swimming. Having a date see you in your bathing suits made your stomach turn into knots. But it seems like Cash could ask you to go anywhere and you would follow him.

Cash Wheeler is handsome, kind, and funny. He is tall, but doesn’t tower over your tall. Fit with blonde hair and dark hazel eyes. He is an actual professional athlete. It was still hard to believe he was interested in you and this was not some type of prank show with hidden cameras. Its not like you are some Quasimodo. You’ve had boyfriends and other men interested in you. But those guys would say you were cute. Your body could be described as soft and a little jiggly.

You shake those negative thoughts from your head and focused on Cash. He was talking about how in the off season dogs are allowed on he beach and how the two of you should take his bulldog down for the day. Warmth and excitement raced through you as Cash talked about his future and how he planned to include in you.

“That would be great Cash,” you smiled at him. He pulled into a parking spot and turned his truck off.

You tried helping him carry the beach chairs, his book bag, and your bag; but Cash is a gentlemen he insists on doing it himself all while holding our hand. The two of you find a spot on the beach among the crowd of other beach goers. After unfolding both chairs, Cash pulls his shirt off. You have seen him wrestle on tv, seeing him in person however is a whole new experience. He makes your knees weak and mouth go dry. From the corner of your eye you spot a group of women who also notice your date. They are younger than you. One is wearing a “finally 21,” birthday sash over her string bikini. Each one is gorgeous, tall and thin, with thick bust and bottoms. You can’t stop thinking that one of those girls should be here with him.

The birthday girl must think so too, because she saunters over to Cash without even noticing you. Her voice is smooth and confident. “Hey! My friends and I are going to the bar.” She shakes her head to the left where about a mile away there is a bar and restaurant in the sand. “You want to buy me a birthday shot?”

Cash doesn’t even give her a second look, “no thanks.” He grabs your hands and laces his fingers into yours.

Birthday girl looks at your intertwine hands, pouts for a second, before smiling again. “Your sister can hang with us too.”

Cash’s voice is harder now, more firm, his southern politeness is gone. “Listen my girlfriend and I just want to spend the day alone.” He turns his back to her and faces you. The woman stalks away back to her friends. “Sorry about that,” Cash voice is softer and unsure now. “I hope that didn’t freak you out.” His face is red and you want to tell him not worry. You are not surprised by other women hitting on him, but he keeps talking. “I know your not my girlfriend, and this is only our third date, but hopefully not out last.” It hits you that Cash is trying not to freak you out about him referring to you as his girlfriend. Seeing Cash embarrassed is new to you and its adorable.

You look down at your hand that is still holding Cash’s and smile “its okay.”

He clears his throat the red on his face fading away. Both smiling at each other for way too long. Only breaking apart when a mom holding hands with her toddler walks by and the little boy yells out “look mama their holding hands too.” Cash squeezes your hand before letting go. He walks over to his book bag hanging off his chair opens it and pulls out sunscreen.

“I figured we might need some.” He offers the bottle out to you. Cash is only in his pink swimsuit and you still need to undress. You tell him to go first, and have to stop yourself from panting as he rubs his whole body down. “Can you get my back?”

“Sure.” Helping someone apply sunscreen isn’t a big deal, or at least it shouldn’t be. But with Cash it feels intimate. The farthest the two of you have gone is a couple of kisses last week in Cash’s truck after dinner when he was dropping you off at home. And now here you are behind him taking time rubbing lotion on to his neck, over his shoulders, down his back, over his ribs, down right to wear his bathing suit starts. You take longer rubbing in where his tattoos are. You barley recognize your own voice at how sultry it is when you whisper in Cash’s ear your all done. But you do notice the small hair on Cash’s neck raise and that he takes two slow deep breaths before turning around.

“Thanks,” he is waiting for you. Its time for you to get out of your t-shirt and jean shorts. Your mind races with all the negative things you see when you look in the mirror. You slide out of your flip flops and unbutton your shorts. As you bend over to pull them down, you notice that Cash is looking anywhere but at you. You pull your shirt over your head and quickly stuff your clothing into your bag, Why did your roomie insist you wear the high waisted two piece. Now everyone will see how much you miss match with Cash. He finally looks back at you. “Damn,” he flinches at his curse. “Sorry. You look really nice.” Your right arm wraps around your midsection the insecurities in your head are telling you that he is surprised by how bigger you look this close to being naked. (Anybody else who heard Cash would be able to tell he was amazed at how good you looked.) “Do you want some help?” Cash is holding out the sunscreen bottle. The idea of Cash feeling how soft and squishy you are compared to his muscle body makes your stomach turn. You shake your head no. Cash takes your hand that isn’t hiding your stomach and leads you to the water.

The water was cool, but thanks to the blazing sun it feels amazing. The two of you began to go deeper and deeper until you were as far out as the lifeguards allow. With the water going past your shoulders you are able to stop focusing on your body and focus on having fun with Cash. You let the smaller waves wash over you. With the bigger waves Cash and you body surf. It seems like when your with Cash the idea of time disappears and you aren’t sure how long the two of you were swimming for. At one point a wave unexpectedly knocks you under. Before you can really comprehend what was happening Cash’s hand wrap his hands around your waist and pull you up. “You okay?” His face frowning.

Without second guessing yourself you wrap your legs around his. “I’m good.”

Cash holds you in his arms before lightly kissing you, “I really want to kiss you more; but you really should put on sunscreen.” He starts walking towards the beach. When Cash is in knee deep water you tell him he can put you down while laughing. “I could, but I don’t want to.” He carries you until he is standing in front of your chair. Cash gently puts your feet onto the sand, before grabbing his towel. He started drying the top of your head than the end of your hair, neck arms, stomach, back, legs all the way to the top of your feet. Without words he grabs the sunscreen and begins applying it all over you. His hands move gently, his fingers linger over your neck. He drops to his knees to get your lower half, tickling the back of your knees. Cash finishes up by standing up and applying the lotion to your face. “You are beautiful Y/N. Absolutely stunning. I love how your body feels in my hands. You are gorgeous inside and out.” The words make you light headed, because not only did his words sound so sincere, you felt loved. Which is crazy. You cant fall in love with someone on a third date. Or maybe you could? You blink and Cash is standing in front of you, his shirt back on. “Hands up.” You do as he asked and he carefully slides your t-shirt back on. “This is because I have to go to Canada tomorrow. And I wont be able to help put aloe on you until I get back on Sunday. Its not to hide your body. Okay?” You smile and answer Cash with a kiss on his lips.

Together the two of you have an amazing lunch, before sunbathing and taking a nap. After reapplying sunscreen onto each other, Cash and you head back into the water. The two of you stay in the ocean until the lifeguards call everyone out of the water because the sun is setting.

“How about a ride on the ferris wheel or a walk on the boardwalk?” Cash asks as he carries everything back to his truck.

“Not tonight.” This time you take Cash hands into yours. Today was a perfect day and you were proudly holding his hand with your shorts pulled over your wet bathing suit bottoms and your T-shirt stuffed in your bag. “Im pretty tired and you have flight tomorrow. So why don’t we watch a movie at my place instead?”

Cash looks over at you surprised, but excited. “Just you, me, and a movie sounds amazing.” Cash loads the bed of his truck, than opens the car door for you. He gets in on his side and starts to drive back to your place; for snuggling, a movie, and while he didn’t know this yet. Maybe even a bit more than kissing.

#aew #cash wheeler #aew ftr #cash wheeler fanfiction #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler one shot #cash wheeler ftr #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #fanfiction request

[gainingfiction]

Who is the hottest guy you have seen out and about recently?

Great question! Unfortunately I live in a small, somewhat rural town, and the selection of hot guys is not ideal. So I’ve been sitting on this ask for a while.

Turns out, my patience was fated. I just saw the very first guy I ever had a crush on. Like, one of those major, embarrassing boyhood crushes. It’s a tale as old as time; the nerdy, closeted gay boy fawning over the straight, popular jock. Nothing ever came of it, of course, and I moved on. It’s been years since I’ve seen him and I haven’t given him much thought. But guess what—he’s gained weight. Ex-jock indeed.

I was doing some (very) last-minute Christmas shopping at the liquor store, when a familiar (but somewhat rounder) face caught my eye. He’d always had a cute, handsome face, but it looked even cuter now, softened as it was. I mean, he has dimples! He was dressed casually, and his wavy dark hair was a bit tousled and shaggy. He was wearing grey sweatpants (God is good) and a baggy purple hoodie, but it was the sort of baggy that accentuated rather than disguised his new, rotund belly. And from behind, his puffy winter coat did nothing to minimize his obvious love handles.

He played on our high school basketball team back in the day, and had always been athletic when I knew him, but I expect he fell into a trap that entangles many men in their mid-20s (i.e., getting a little chubby). I'm useless at guessing weights, but if you forced me to speculate, I'd say he's up about 40-50 pounds from his fighting weight. And he's not particularly tall. Considering his wardrobe, I can’t help but think of Mean Girls (2004): “sweatpants are all that fits me right now.” Wishful thinking, maybe.

I don’t know if he’s the hottest guy I’ve seen out and about recently, but you never forget your first crush… I hope he has a great Christmas, and gets plenty to eat while he’s home for the holidays.

#asks #not fiction #weight gain #glad he didn’t catch me staring #I feel a little sketchy writing a lengthy description of a real person #but hey it’s better than creepy stealth pics you see floating around right? #gay #genuinely grey sweatpants are a gift to humanity and every man who wears them should be nominated for a nobel peace prize #i love answering asks so keep them coming!

[doodles-arts]

I Promise, I'll never hurt you.

Itadori Yuji x Reader 2/3

part: 1, 3

Description: Your a Jujutsu sorcerer who can manipulate memories and emotions. Its a curse that has been placed upon you, where no matter what the emotions of others has been placed upon you. There is an obvious condition to this tremendous power, however. Yuji, being a vessel is pretty immune to all things that may tamper his soul… could this be a match made in heaven?

Genre: Friends to Lovers. Short story

warnings: Body Talk (female x reader)

A/N: Hey guys thank you SO MUCH for the love on my last post for this and im so sorry that I've been SO inactive. But I've been moving recently and will be moving again in the next 3 weeks! wish me luck as I try to find some time to write as much as possible.

oh! before I forget.... I got married! To a Handsome guy who would move mountains for me. We'll call him Yhervi for now

Don't forget to reblog!

You were no stranger to a guy paying you extra attention, in contrast, you enjoyed it. But it being a fellow student at Jujustsu High, made you uneasy. Sure, he was an underclassmen and it meant you could boast about being a students favorite senpai. But you weren’t a normal schoolgirl, not some person who could hang out with the other cursed users, like the elders once said- ‘until you control yourself, you may as well be a danger to others.’ How long ago was that? 

Never mind, you had more important things to think about, like a certain underclassmen who was attached to your hip, and fed you compliments when you least expected them. 

After training, he’d ask you to go out to lunch with him, and sit and talk. Your leg would bounce nervously, not used to being around someone this long. You had relationships before, but once you realized that they were all ending the same way because they’re normal humans, blessed with the ignorance of curses, you stopped trying. Sure you slept with someone every now and then at your university, but you never did more than that. Not like it lasted that long anyway, or that you enjoyed it so much that you’d do it again. 

This was the second time you had left the school grounds with Yuji. He beamed at you when you said yes, and when it got silent between you two, that’s when he’d compliment you, “you’re so pretty (y/n), I’m sure lots of people tell you that.” Sometimes you’d wake up early for a run, and when you reached the field, there was Yuji, waiting, a tired look on his face. You didn’t know how he knew, but he did and there he was, waving energetically when your eyes met. He was much faster than you, but he made you giggle whenever he passed you with a goofy remark. “Say! You’re pretty fast, you finally finished that lap after my third!” He’d joke sarcastically. 

No one was as athletically gifted as Yuji. 

You had turned him down on other casual hangouts at first, you were afraid that he’d be affected by you. But then he kept insisting and there were only so many excuses you could come up with, so you guessed it was alright after some time. It wasn’t like you avoided people, you just wanted to do what was right for others. And the more you indulged in his little requests to see new attractions in Tokyo, the more you felt your self sinking in a thick pool of sand. He was always excited and always included you in his excitement, he listened to all the things you’d inform him about. The things you learned when you first came. 

It was like you were the only person next to him, when he walked, people cleared the way for his tall statue and boyish charm. You didn’t miss the staring and jealous glares. Itadori Yuji was more than than just handsome. And you’d be deceiving yourself if you said he didn’t have a perfect body. You walked through the city together as the sun started setting, and when you passed by a train station, you grabbed his waist innocently to prevent you two being separated. Yuji may know where he is, but he’d still get lost in the sea of people, you knew this because he had told you. You found it deliciously cute. How foolish of you to grab him so possessively, you were guiding him through the people, but all the same your head was swarming with images of that could be hiding under his shirt. 

His baggy choice of clothes on this casual outing, depraving you of any imagination before hand. But now, you were drinking him in, the way his arm held onto you by your shoulders. You started to wondered when you had gotten so close to each other. You swore he had pulled you in closer, and you the sinking feeling pulled you down faster. There was a warning you usually followed that was being drowned out by the vibrations of yuji’s energy. It was a dangerously catchy beat, almost sounded like a mix of techno and pop…..

You made it through, quickly unwrapping yourself as your cheeks grew hot, a bad habit, pulling away from others, he linked his arm with yours with a wolfish grin. You stared at him, confused as to how someone could be so naturally sweet. How could you remember you were cursed when he looked at you like that, the sun was setting but when he smiled at you like that, you could feel your cheeks being sunburned. ‘God damnit’. 

The two of you were like a pair of walking magnets, you always found yourself someway, somehow linked together.

So while you walked back to your parking spot, which was ridiculously far, you walked together with your arm tucked nicely in his. 

After that, Yuji became more and more attached to you. Any time you weren’t on a mission, he found you. You swore he had some kind of tracking device on you. On your days off, you dedicated them to reading and catching up on shows that you meant to watch; now your days off consisted of a pink haired boy knocking on your door, begging you to take him somewhere new, or asked to watch some new ridiculous movie. And how could you say no to a face like that? 

The sinking feeling you were desperately fighting was reaching you at your hips. You could no longer pull your feet out to try and fight it. 

. ˚ · • . ° .

He had successfully been able to pull you out of your isolation cocoon. He saw the way Maki smirked at him, he had assumed it was a thank you, for pulling you out of your selfless endeavor. At least you weren’t alone. And Yuji wasn’t complaining, you were so fun to be around, he felt at ease around you. So on an afternoon that you had made it to Jujustu tech high after a mission, he treated you to dinner in the common space. Where he couldn’t help but say, “Your the best company to have, (y/n)-senpai!” You flushed proudly, you could get used to hearing that~

And when he asked you to take him to Tokyo Tower the next day, the main attraction he had hoped to see one day in his outskirt town, you jokingly declined, until he begged. Yes- ‘begged’ on his knees, gripping your legs, and at the time he thought it was funny, until he breathed in your scent and it made his head swoon. He brushed it off when you laughed and pushed his head, “Ok! You can count on me! Now get off.” He did so eagerly, a second longer and he would have lost it. 

So what, so what he thought you smelled nice and looked so pretty in your uniform, that you always looked so pretty, so approachable. Many individuals stopped you for directions, especially tourists, maybe it was because of your americanized style? He wouldn’t dwell on it too long, it did things to him. He thought it was your curse building on his feeling of friendship. What he didn’t know was that your curse wasn’t that interested in Yuji, like it wasn’t affecting him………..

The leggings you wore with those cute oversized shirts that you tuck in the back in your bra to accentuate your figure. Showing off your toned legs from training and your curves ever so evident for everyone to see in the warming spring. Your hair pulled back in a slicked way to round out you face and make you look younger. He gave you a closed eyed grin, not able to keep looking at you, he’d burst in to flames if he did. You were attractive, so what, he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. You were too precious.

But you were too focused on his own body to think of the possibility of him doing the same. And so what, he was attractive, you held no shame. He deserved the attention. 

Your style was americanized, maybe that was why tourists found you so approachable, asking for directions. Especially the Americans, and they’d rejoice when they heard you reply in English to their butchered Japanese. He liked how easy it came to you to help others. And he thanked you internally for giving him your time as well.  Traveling on the train wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

You took him to Tokyo Tower and guided him through it, the whole reason it was so famous, the history to it and taking him to the main deck, and when you brought him up to the top deck, pointing to all the places you knew. He noticed the goosebumps on your skin since you had no sleeves and he shed his oversized coat on you, wordesly placing it on your shoulders. You didn’t ignore the sweet gesture, you just smiled at him as he leaned forward on the railing with you and continued to point to places and ask you what they were. Thanks to the clear skies on the spring afternoon, you noticed that Mount Fiji was in view and pointed to it for him.

He was mesmerized, and watched the entire city in silence, taking it in, he pressed his shoulder against yours, and you didn’t move. Not wanting to break the blissful moment with Itadori Yuji. Watching the clouds move and taking in the breeze that carried both of your scents. 

You both didn’t want to move before it was time, but the breeze got stronger as the afternoon sun begin its descent. You both made your way down the crazy long tower, and headed to Shiodome, where there was an “Italian town” by Hama-rikyu Gardens you knew he’d love. And he had. 

For the first time in a long time, you received a call from Satoru-san, and when you looked down to your phone, you hadn’t realize the time. ‘Oh shit, I’m gonna hear it now.’ 

G:

“Why haven’t you come back? Did you at least go out with another second year?”

Y/n:

“I actually gave Yuji a tour of Tokyo Tower, sorry, I hadn’t looked at the time.”

G:

“Hm, okay, tell him I say hi. Have fun, let me know when you get to your dorm.” 

He had ended the call cheerfully, ‘what the hell.’ Yuji was watching you attentively, “was that Gojo-sensi?” He asked softly, you nodded. “He wanted to know when I was coming home.” Yuji took his phone out to look at the time and hissed when he saw it said 10:46. 

“Oh gosh, I hadn’t realized the time, we should probably get back.” You giggled and waved your hand to relax him, “Were both free tomorrow, he wasn’t telling me to go home, just checking in. He said to tell you Hi, actually.” He grinned and agreed there was no harm. And with that you both walked the combed gardens while finding your way. The night was peaceful, you found your arms linked together again, how? You had no idea, but they were, and you weren’t going to pull away if he didn’t. 

“What was America like?” He asked as you sat at a bench together. You had convinced him that taking the subway later would be calmer. He didn’t protest to more time with you. You hummed and clicked your tongue on the top of the roof of your mouth while you thought. “It was suffocating sometimes, they hold so many useless ideals unlike Japan. But I do miss it sometimes, the language, the music, the dumb class clowns.” You had picked up on the cultural difference between Japan and America about a month in. America had so many useless laws and ideals, Japan was much more comfortable, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss certain things. Japan had a way of slowly reminding you that you yourself were a foreigner, like with the traditional Japanese names and writing characters, you still struggled with them. 

He noticed it too when you sometimes refrained from saying Megumi’s full name, addressing him as ‘gumi’, instead. He was jealous for not having a nickname. But he pushed it down, deep down. “Do you ever think about, I don’t know, going back?” You leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder, delighted to feel him lean in too. “Sometimes, but then I remember, there’s nothing or anyone waiting for me. I like the family I have here better.” His heart fluttered to hear you say family, did that include him too?

You both spoke of your childhoods, it was peaceful, engulfing the two of you in a blissful stop, where everything else was secondary to the person sitting next to you. It wasn’t long until you stood and stretched with his much too big jacket on your frame, announcing you were gonna head back. He flushed, you were still wearing it, and it was adorable, his heart pounding. He might be in some trouble after all. He tried to build up the courage to grab you hand, but chickened out to link your arms once again, as he had done the whole day. He smiled softly when you pulled him closer and leaned your head on his upper arm. He might ask for more one day, but this would suffice if you never wanted him the way he did, ‘wait, what?’ He thought. He was definitely in trouble. 

You both walked and waited for the subway, to get to the outskirts of the your school. These were the quiet moments he missed, he didn’t have them anymore now that Sukuna was in the way and always pitched in to his thoughts. Something he just placed to together he hadn’t heard from Sukuna all day……

His huge jacket and the quiet lulling swaying of the train was making you sleepy, something you hadn’t been able to achieve until Yuji began consuming your thoughts. You wondered how long this fantasy would last until your curse would force you to loose this ray of sunshine in your life.

‘Maybe i’ll be little selfish for a while longer’. You felt the sinking feeling continue to consume you, all the way up to your chest, your arms didn’t even move to claw yourself up.

You had fallen asleep too quickly to stop yourself, and Yuji grinned and chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you and leaned you against his shoulder, his heart beating too quickly to register his own tired state. Despite it being a little ways over midnight, he’d been asking so much of your time, he’d push through and give you this small moment of peace. He’d take care of you now. 

You made it home and walked to your dorm, that he had walked you too on the 2nd years side. 

“Goodnight, Yuji-san.” You said sweetly, he hummed and leaned forward, your eyes widening. It was like he had been asking for a goodnight kiss. Not knowing what else to do, not wanting to sink any further, you pulled him into a tight hug, instead. He sighed inwardly, he had been lulled into your adorable face by his sleepy mind, attempting to kiss you. But this was fine too. As you pulled away, dashing into you room, back against the door, your heart pounding. Something Yuji hadn’t glossed over when you had hugged him. 

He couldn’t help the grin on his face as he leaned on to your door, arm of the door and felt your heartbeat and said, “Goodnight (y/n)-Senpai.” You didn’t hear him walk away for a few moments, heart pounding in your ears making you think he had. 

But when he did, you fell on your butt, back still against the door. ’This is bad. REALLY bad’, you thought. After a few moments, you had to hold back a scream when your door knob turned and tried to fly open, only to be stopped by your back and head. “At-ti-ti-ti” you groaned while holding your head and moved out of the way, there stood Maki, face stoick as always, until she found you on the floor, with Yuji’s jacket still on, cheeks flushed all the way to your ears. She smirked. Walking over to your bed with a proud look. Sitting with legs crossed and leaned forward.

“Cougar”, she jabbed. 

You knew you weren’t getting any sleep. You’d have to tell her every detail. Or else. 

˚ · • . ° .

Though Itadori had taken you out another couple of times, and gotten more brazen, holding your hand when walking through the city and thru the last Tokyo attraction you’d both had been too, he also saw how much more flustered you’d become. You never pulled away, never stopped him when he hugged you, or put an arm around your shoulders. You just flushed and looked away, peeking over at him and quickly look away again. You realized that the others had also picked up on how you and Yuji were subconsciously flirting. 

Panda had already teased you about it, which Yuji had noticed, but you huffed and took your leave for a shower. Panda then teased him about, “oii, Yuji~ what do you prefer? Boobs or butts!” He probably choked before he even picked. Panda snickering before patting his shoulder, “come on, don’t be shy~!” The smug grin on the cursed corpse edging Yuji to answer.

He thought deeply, he wouldn’t lie, he did like a plump, round “-butt.” His senpai huffed pervertedly, chuckling while patting on his lower classmen’s shoulders. 

You had left and Yuji, would have lied if he said that he didn’t watch you walk away. 

He’d wait for you, however long it takes. There was something there, and he’d wait. But for now, he’d focus on getting stronger. 

So for the rest of the afternoon, He’d train,with Gojo….

-After a couple days. (You and Maki and Nobara were sitting in a park, with your speakers, exploring American music.)

During a training break where he sat on the floor, watching panda and Toge train now as Megumi went to get some drinks. He spaced out for a moment, thinking of you, and that sun dress you had worn a few days back, going for a food run, to which he invited himself too. The mini fridge wouldn’t stock itself. And besides, you weren’t really allowed to leave the grounds of the school on your own, due to your curse and all. But mostly because it was Gojo’s request, so you were totally okay with him tagging along. 

He watched the way your skin, that was usually unexposed, drank up the sun from the early summer days. The way your legs glimmered, they looked so soft. He wondered what else was soft- His train of thought was thankfully stopped by the ringing of a phone next to him and to his surprise it wasn’t his own. When he glanced down, the caller ID was Nobara and he assumed the phone belonged to Megumi. But what he was greeted with, took him by surprise:

Y: Hey Nobara, Megumi’s in the bathroom-

N: (nobara speaking) Oh come on, between the three of us, you’re telling me you’re not getting any action? Even with Yuji floating around you like that? 

He heard all three of you giggle. And he swore he was going to hang up, but the conversation kept peeking his interest. *especially since he heard his name….

N: ((y/n) speaking) It’s nothing like that, Itadori is better off keeping his distance. I’m the one being selfish. Besides, if we ever get to that point, I might never be able to look at him again if he’s affected by me. 

You sighed and turned on some English music. It was clear that Nobara had either did this on purpose or butt dialed Megumi by an accident. 

N: (Maki speaking) Don’t try and to act innocent you cougar, (y/n) is just afraid that he’ll either be the best experience she’s had in bed, or just the same as the rest. 

Nobara tried to stifle her laugh, unsuccessfully. And at this moment, Yuji thought he felt guilty for listening, but he knew himself better than that.

N: ((y/n) speaking) MAKI! Don’t embarrass me like this! I’m only a year older than him! BESIDES, even if I did imagine something happening between us, at the end of the day, sooner or later, he’ll grow to resent me the more his body is exposed to my cursed energy.

You sighed, getting quiet again. Itadori felt his chest heaving, turning to make sure Megumi was no where near. 

N: (Nobara speaking) Oh come on, Yuji is too soft to ever do something like that. You should know how he is, I don’t think he has a bone in his body with malice. He more of a walking airhead.

There was a pause, only the strange English music that Yuji was printing into the back of his mind to search up and add to your playlist he created. He never wanted to forget the next words that escape your mouth through the phone. 

N: ((y/n) speaking) You’re right, I can’t change how I feel, and I can’t change the strange feeling that something bad will happen. I’m sure Maki will flick my forehead for this - there was a pair of chuckles - I’ll just be selfish for as long as I can and let him decide. I am still his favorite senpai~

With that- he hung up the phone call, his fluttering heart and burning ears under the warm sun not allowing him to to listen to another word, without exploding.

He placed the phone down and pulled out his own, rushing to the search engine on his own phone, writing down the few lyrics he understood in hopes of finding the song that would only serve to further drive his desires and hopes. 

“Sunburn by The LivingTombstone.” He murmured as he was successful in finding it. His friend passed him a water bottle, silent as he sat down. Yuji- still flustered by everything he had heard slowly grasped it. “Ah, thanks a lot Megumi.” Though Yuji felt that he was thanking his friend for more than the water bottle that he guzzled down. 

Megumi thought Yuji had lost his mind when he threw the rest of the water he didn’t drink on top of his head, it soaked through his hair and trickled down his temple to his chin. 

˚ · • . ° .

By the end of the day, he had memorized the strange tune from the song that he had no idea what they were saying. He also hadn’t heard the song playing on your speaker, or phone when the two of you were together. His eyebrows knitted together as he laid in bed staring at the song, the wonderful graphics of the animated music video. After it played for about the 7th time, he looked up the lyrics translated in Japanese and his heart started swooning. 

Turning to lay on his toned chest, digging his face in his pillow as he shut his eyes. Highschool crushes were the worst, they had a way of pulling the strangest reactions from you, the only thing in the world that made Yuji feel like he had to hold on to this one thing with the strongest grip in the world. So he wouldn’t loose you like he had lost so many others, he tried his best to ignore Sukuna and his quips about how he pursuit was futile. How you’d grow tired of his insistence sooner or later. 

All his focus was on the lyrics that caught his attention, the words swirling around and pulling his heart with it. 

“I’m losing myself. You smile, and I get sunburn.” 

He hoped that this song was recently added to your playlist after meeting him. He prayed to whoever was listening, that this was how you felt about him, and only him. 

You were no stranger to a guy paying you extra attention, in contrast, you enjoyed it. But it being a fellow student at Jujustsu High, made you uneasy. Sure, he was an underclassmen and it meant you could boast about being a students favorite senpai. But you weren’t a normal schoolgirl, not some person who could hang out with the other cursed users, like the elders once said- ‘until you control yourself, you may as well be a danger to others.’ How long ago was that? 

Never mind, you had more important things to think about, like a certain underclassmen who was attached to your hip, and fed you compliments when you least expected them. 

After training, he’d ask you to go out to lunch with him, and sit and talk. Your leg would bounce nervously, not used to being around someone this long. You had relationships before, but once you realized that they were all ending the same way because they’re normal humans, blessed with the ignorance of curses, you stopped trying. Sure you slept with someone every now and then at your university, but you never did more than that. Not like it lasted that long anyway, or that you enjoyed it so much that you’d do it again. 

This was the second time you had left the school grounds with Yuji. He beamed at you when you said yes, and when it got silent between you two, that’s when he’d compliment you, “you’re so pretty (y/n), I’m sure lots of people tell you that.” Sometimes you’d wake up early for a run, and when you reached the field, there was Yuji, waiting, a tired look on his face. You didn’t know how he knew, but he did and there he was, waving energetically when your eyes met. He was much faster than you, but he made you giggle whenever he passed you with a goofy remark. “Say! You’re pretty fast, you finally finished that lap after my third!” He’d joke sarcastically. 

No one was as athletically gifted as Yuji. 

You had turned him down on other casual hangouts at first, you were afraid that he’d be affected by you. But then he kept insisting and there were only so many excuses you could come up with, so you guessed it was alright after some time. It wasn’t like you avoided people, you just wanted to do what was right for others. And the more you indulged in his little requests to see new attractions in Tokyo, the more you felt your self sinking in a thick pool of sand. He was always excited and always included you in his excitement, he listened to all the things you’d inform him about. The things you learned when you first came. 

It was like you were the only person next to him, when he walked, people cleared the way for his tall statue and boyish charm. You didn’t miss the staring and jealous glares. Itadori Yuji was more than than just handsome. And you’d be deceiving yourself if you said he didn’t have a perfect body. You walked through the city together as the sun started setting, and when you passed by a train station, you grabbed his waist innocently to prevent you two being separated. Yuji may know where he is, but he’d still get lost in the sea of people, you knew this because he had told you. You found it deliciously cute. How foolish of you to grab him so possessively, you were guiding him through the people, but all the same your head was swarming with images of that could be hiding under his shirt. 

His baggy choice of clothes on this casual outing, depraving you of any imagination before hand. But now, you were drinking him in, the way his arm held onto you by your shoulders. You started to wondered when you had gotten so close to each other. You swore he had pulled you in closer, and you the sinking feeling pulled you down faster. There was a warning you usually followed that was being drowned out by the vibrations of yuji’s energy. It was a dangerously catchy beat, almost sounded like a mix of techno and pop…..

You made it through, quickly unwrapping yourself as your cheeks grew hot, a bad habit, pulling away from others, he linked his arm with yours with a wolfish grin. You stared at him, confused as to how someone could be so naturally sweet. How could you remember you were cursed when he looked at you like that, the sun was setting but when he smiled at you like that, you could feel your cheeks being sunburned. ‘God damnit’. 

The two of you were like a pair of walking magnets, you always found yourself someway, somehow linked together.

So while you walked back to your parking spot, which was ridiculously far, you walked together with your arm tucked nicely in his. 

After that, Yuji became more and more attached to you. Any time you weren’t on a mission, he found you. You swore he had some kind of tracking device on you. On your days off, you dedicated them to reading and catching up on shows that you meant to watch; now your days off consisted of a pink haired boy knocking on your door, begging you to take him somewhere new, or asked to watch some new ridiculous movie. And how could you say no to a face like that? 

The sinking feeling you were desperately fighting was reaching you at your hips. You could no longer pull your feet out to try and fight it. 

. ˚ · • . ° .

He had successfully been able to pull you out of your isolation cocoon. He saw the way Maki smirked at him, he had assumed it was a thank you, for pulling you out of your selfless endeavor. At least you weren’t alone. And Yuji wasn’t complaining, you were so fun to be around, he felt at ease around you. So on an afternoon that you had made it to Jujustu tech high after a mission, he treated you to dinner in the common space. Where he couldn’t help but say, “Your the best company to have, (y/n)-senpai!” You flushed proudly, you could get used to hearing that~

And when he asked you to take him to Tokyo Tower the next day, the main attraction he had hoped to see one day in his outskirt town, you jokingly declined, until he begged. Yes- ‘begged’ on his knees, gripping your legs, and at the time he thought it was funny, until he breathed in your scent and it made his head swoon. He brushed it off when you laughed and pushed his head, “Ok! You can count on me! Now get off.” He did so eagerly, a second longer and he would have lost it. 

So what, so what he thought you smelled nice and looked so pretty in your uniform, that you always looked so pretty, so approachable. Many individuals stopped you for directions, especially tourists, maybe it was because of your americanized style? He wouldn’t dwell on it too long, it did things to him. He thought it was your curse building on his feeling of friendship. What he didn’t know was that your curse wasn’t that interested in Yuji, like it wasn’t affecting him………..

The leggings you wore with those cute oversized shirts that you tuck in the back in your bra to accentuate your figure. Showing off your toned legs from training and your curves ever so evident for everyone to see in the warming spring. Your hair pulled back in a slicked way to round out you face and make you look younger. He gave you a closed eyed grin, not able to keep looking at you, he’d burst in to flames if he did. You were attractive, so what, he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. You were too precious.

But you were too focused on his own body to think of the possibility of him doing the same. And so what, he was attractive, you held no shame. He deserved the attention. 

Your style was americanized, maybe that was why tourists found you so approachable, asking for directions. Especially the Americans, and they’d rejoice when they heard you reply in English to their butchered Japanese. He liked how easy it came to you to help others. And he thanked you internally for giving him your time as well.  Traveling on the train wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

You took him to Tokyo Tower and guided him through it, the whole reason it was so famous, the history to it and taking him to the main deck, and when you brought him up to the top deck, pointing to all the places you knew. He noticed the goosebumps on your skin since you had no sleeves and he shed his oversized coat on you, wordesly placing it on your shoulders. You didn’t ignore the sweet gesture, you just smiled at him as he leaned forward on the railing with you and continued to point to places and ask you what they were. Thanks to the clear skies on the spring afternoon, you noticed that Mount Fiji was in view and pointed to it for him.

He was mesmerized, and watched the entire city in silence, taking it in, he pressed his shoulder against yours, and you didn’t move. Not wanting to break the blissful moment with Itadori Yuji. Watching the clouds move and taking in the breeze that carried both of your scents. 

You both didn’t want to move before it was time, but the breeze got stronger as the afternoon sun begin its descent. You both made your way down the crazy long tower, and headed to Shiodome, where there was an “Italian town” by Hama-rikyu Gardens you knew he’d love. And he had. 

For the first time in a long time, you received a call from Satoru-san, and when you looked down to your phone, you hadn’t realize the time. ‘Oh shit, I’m gonna hear it now.’ 

G:

“Why haven’t you come back? Did you at least go out with another second year?”

Y/n:

“I actually gave Yuji a tour of Tokyo Tower, sorry, I hadn’t looked at the time.”

G:

“Hm, okay, tell him I say hi. Have fun, let me know when you get to your dorm.” 

He had ended the call cheerfully, ‘what the hell.’ Yuji was watching you attentively, “was that Gojo-sensi?” He asked softly, you nodded. “He wanted to know when I was coming home.” Yuji took his phone out to look at the time and hissed when he saw it said 10:46. 

“Oh gosh, I hadn’t realized the time, we should probably get back.” You giggled and waved your hand to relax him, “Were both free tomorrow, he wasn’t telling me to go home, just checking in. He said to tell you Hi, actually.” He grinned and agreed there was no harm. And with that you both walked the combed gardens while finding your way. The night was peaceful, you found your arms linked together again, how? You had no idea, but they were, and you weren’t going to pull away if he didn’t. 

“What was America like?” He asked as you sat at a bench together. You had convinced him that taking the subway later would be calmer. He didn’t protest to more time with you. You hummed and clicked your tongue on the top of the roof of your mouth while you thought. “It was suffocating sometimes, they hold so many useless ideals unlike Japan. But I do miss it sometimes, the language, the music, the dumb class clowns.” You had picked up on the cultural difference between Japan and America about a month in. America had so many useless laws and ideals, Japan was much more comfortable, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss certain things. Japan had a way of slowly reminding you that you yourself were a foreigner, like with the traditional Japanese names and writing characters, you still struggled with them. 

He noticed it too when you sometimes refrained from saying Megumi’s full name, addressing him as ‘gumi’, instead. He was jealous for not having a nickname. But he pushed it down, deep down. “Do you ever think about, I don’t know, going back?” You leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder, delighted to feel him lean in too. “Sometimes, but then I remember, there’s nothing or anyone waiting for me. I like the family I have here better.” His heart fluttered to hear you say family, did that include him too?

You both spoke of your childhoods, it was peaceful, engulfing the two of you in a blissful stop, where everything else was secondary to the person sitting next to you. It wasn’t long until you stood and stretched with his much too big jacket on your frame, announcing you were gonna head back. He flushed, you were still wearing it, and it was adorable, his heart pounding. He might be in some trouble after all. He tried to build up the courage to grab you hand, but chickened out to link your arms once again, as he had done the whole day. He smiled softly when you pulled him closer and leaned your head on his upper arm. He might ask for more one day, but this would suffice if you never wanted him the way he did, ‘wait, what?’ He thought. He was definitely in trouble. 

You both walked and waited for the subway, to get to the outskirts of the your school. These were the quiet moments he missed, he didn’t have them anymore now that Sukuna was in the way and always pitched in to his thoughts. Something he just placed to together he hadn’t heard from Sukuna all day……

His huge jacket and the quiet lulling swaying of the train was making you sleepy, something you hadn’t been able to achieve until Yuji began consuming your thoughts. You wondered how long this fantasy would last until your curse would force you to loose this ray of sunshine in your life.

‘Maybe i’ll be little selfish for a while longer’. You felt the sinking feeling continue to consume you, all the way up to your chest, your arms didn’t even move to claw yourself up.

You had fallen asleep too quickly to stop yourself, and Yuji grinned and chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you and leaned you against his shoulder, his heart beating too quickly to register his own tired state. Despite it being a little ways over midnight, he’d been asking so much of your time, he’d push through and give you this small moment of peace. He’d take care of you now. 

You made it home and walked to your dorm, that he had walked you too on the 2nd years side. 

“Goodnight, Yuji-san.” You said sweetly, he hummed and leaned forward, your eyes widening. It was like he had been asking for a goodnight kiss. Not knowing what else to do, not wanting to sink any further, you pulled him into a tight hug, instead. He sighed inwardly, he had been lulled into your adorable face by his sleepy mind, attempting to kiss you. But this was fine too. As you pulled away, dashing into you room, back against the door, your heart pounding. Something Yuji hadn’t glossed over when you had hugged him. 

He couldn’t help the grin on his face as he leaned on to your door, arm of the door and felt your heartbeat and said, “Goodnight (y/n)-Senpai.” You didn’t hear him walk away for a few moments, heart pounding in your ears making you think he had. 

But when he did, you fell on your butt, back still against the door. ’This is bad. REALLY bad’, you thought. After a few moments, you had to hold back a scream when your door knob turned and tried to fly open, only to be stopped by your back and head. “At-ti-ti-ti” you groaned while holding your head and moved out of the way, there stood Maki, face stoick as always, until she found you on the floor, with Yuji’s jacket still on, cheeks flushed all the way to your ears. She smirked. Walking over to your bed with a proud look. Sitting with legs crossed and leaned forward.

“Cougar”, she jabbed. 

You knew you weren’t getting any sleep. You’d have to tell her every detail. Or else. 

.˚ · • . ° .

Though Itadori had taken you out another couple of times, and gotten more brazen, holding your hand when walking through the city and thru the last Tokyo attraction you’d both had been too, he also saw how much more flustered you’d become. You never pulled away, never stopped him when he hugged you, or put an arm around your shoulders. You just flushed and looked away, peeking over at him and quickly look away again. You realized that the others had also picked up on how you and Yuji were subconsciously flirting. 

Panda had already teased you about it, which Yuji had noticed, but you huffed and took your leave for a shower. Panda then teased him about, “oii, Yuji~ what do you prefer? Boobs or butts!” He probably choked before he even picked. Panda snickering before patting his shoulder, “come on, don’t be shy~!” The smug grin on the cursed corpse edging Yuji to answer.

He thought deeply, he wouldn’t lie, he did like a plump, round “-butt.” His senpai huffed pervertedly, chuckling while patting on his lower classmen’s shoulders. 

You had left and Yuji, would have lied if he said that he didn’t watch you walk away. 

He’d wait for you, however long it takes. There was something there, and he’d wait. But for now, he’d focus on getting stronger. 

So for the rest of the afternoon, He’d train,with Gojo….

-After a couple days. (You and Maki and Nobara were sitting in a park, with your speakers, exploring American music.)

During a training break where he sat on the floor, watching panda and Toge train now as Megumi went to get some drinks. He spaced out for a moment, thinking of you, and that sun dress you had worn a few days back, going for a food run, to which he invited himself too. The mini fridge wouldn’t stock itself. And besides, you weren’t really allowed to leave the grounds of the school on your own, due to your curse and all. But mostly because it was Gojo’s request, so you were totally okay with him tagging along. 

He watched the way your skin, that was usually unexposed, drank up the sun from the early summer days. The way your legs glimmered, they looked so soft. He wondered what else was soft- His train of thought was thankfully stopped by the ringing of a phone next to him and to his surprise it wasn’t his own. When he glanced down, the caller ID was Nobara and he assumed the phone belonged to Megumi. But what he was greeted with, took him by surprise:

Y: Hey Nobara, Megumi’s in the bathroom-

N: (nobara speaking) Oh come on, between the three of us, you’re telling me you’re not getting any action? Even with Yuji floating around you like that? 

He heard all three of you giggle. And he swore he was going to hang up, but the conversation kept peeking his interest. *especially since he heard his name….

N: ((y/n) speaking) It’s nothing like that, Itadori is better off keeping his distance. I’m the one being selfish. Besides, if we ever get to that point, I might never be able to look at him again if he’s affected by me. 

You sighed and turned on some English music. It was clear that Nobara had either did this on purpose or butt dialed Megumi by an accident. 

N: (Maki speaking) Don’t try and to act innocent you cougar, (y/n) is just afraid that he’ll either be the best experience she’s had in bed, or just the same as the rest. 

Nobara tried to stifle her laugh, unsuccessfully. And at this moment, Yuji thought he felt guilty for listening, but he knew himself better than that.

N: ((y/n) speaking) MAKI! Don’t embarrass me like this! I’m only a year older than him! BESIDES, even if I did imagine something happening between us, at the end of the day, sooner or later, he’ll grow to resent me the more his body is exposed to my cursed energy.

You sighed, getting quiet again. Itadori felt his chest heaving, turning to make sure Megumi was no where near. 

N: (Nobara speaking) Oh come on, Yuji is too soft to ever do something like that. You should know how he is, I don’t think he has a bone in his body with malice. He more of a walking airhead.

There was a pause, only the strange English music that Yuji was printing into the back of his mind to search up and add to your playlist he created. He never wanted to forget the next words that escape your mouth through the phone. 

N: ((y/n) speaking) You’re right, I can’t change how I feel, and I can’t change the strange feeling that something bad will happen. I’m sure Maki will flick my forehead for this - there was a pair of chuckles - I’ll just be selfish for as long as I can and let him decide. I am still his favorite senpai~

With that- he hung up the phone call, his fluttering heart and burning ears under the warm sun not allowing him to to listen to another word, without exploding.

He placed the phone down and pulled out his own, rushing to the search engine on his own phone, writing down the few lyrics he understood in hopes of finding the song that would only serve to further drive his desires and hopes. 

“Sunburn by The LivingTombstone.” He murmured as he was successful in finding it. His friend passed him a water bottle, silent as he sat down. Yuji- still flustered by everything he had heard slowly grasped it. “Ah, thanks a lot Megumi.” Though Yuji felt that he was thanking his friend for more than the water bottle that he guzzled down. 

Megumi thought Yuji had lost his mind when he threw the rest of the water he didn’t drink on top of his head, it soaked through his hair and trickled down his temple to his chin. 

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By the end of the day, he had memorized the strange tune from the song that he had no idea what they were saying. He also hadn’t heard the song playing on your speaker, or phone when the two of you were together. His eyebrows knitted together as he laid in bed staring at the song, the wonderful graphics of the animated music video. After it played for about the 7th time, he looked up the lyrics translated in Japanese and his heart started swooning. 

Turning to lay on his toned chest, digging his face in his pillow as he shut his eyes. Highschool crushes were the worst, they had a way of pulling the strangest reactions from you, the only thing in the world that made Yuji feel like he had to hold on to this one thing with the strongest grip in the world. So he wouldn’t loose you like he had lost so many others, he tried his best to ignore Sukuna and his quips about how he pursuit was futile. How you’d grow tired of his insistence sooner or later. 

All his focus was on the lyrics that caught his attention, the words swirling around and pulling his heart with it. 

“I’m losing myself. You smile, and I get sunburn.” 

He hoped that this song was recently added to your playlist after meeting him. He prayed to whoever was listening, that this was how you felt about him, and only him. 

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Just a Neighbour

Annyong Haseyo!! I have participated in another collab #livedeliciously🐐collab hosted by @medusashima , I hope you like this fic.

Pairing : Oikawa x Reader

Word count : 2K

Warnings : Yandere AU ; House break

Summary : The Cute Athlete Next door seems to be hiding something and how can your cat be so in love with him?

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Just a nice neighbour, your thoughts about him changed so quickly when you saw him in the next room beside your bedroom. You thought your cat, ‘glitter’ was the one responsible for tearing the posters of the Boy Idol Group in your house. But now you were sure, It wasn’t Glitter, It was the athlete next door, who was now in your living room making himself comfortable.

What did you do to make things to escalate this way.

Just 5 months ago, he moved into the next door. You nearly got a crush on the brunet when you laid your eyes on him. But it disappeared quickly because you weren’t serious. You bumped into your cute neighbour every now and then but never really paid any attention to him. But you should have had.

One night as a series was playing on TV while you tried to put up the posters of your favourite boy band, your cat, Glitter started to tap on your main door. You noticed her. She did that when someone was outside your door. But no one rang the bell to your house. You opened the apartment door and noticed the setter opposite to you, Infront of his apartment door. He was fiddling with his sports bag and turned to look at you.

“Are you searching for something?”, he smiled weakly at your question.

“I…”, he looked at his bag and dropped his hands to his sides, “think I lost my keys”, a sigh left his lips.

“Tried to call the owner?”

“He didn’t pick up my call”, he shrugged.

It was already 10:40 PM and the weather was pretty cold. He looked sad even though he smiled. It was clear that he needed help and wanted to ask for help but was hesitating. Being a people pleaser didn’t stop you right now.

“Come inside, I’ll call the owner and get you the spare key”, you said as his face lit up. You moved to the side to let him inside your house. The moment he passed you was when you actually realized how tall he was. The moment was just a brief second, but the man looked exceptionally handsome. His brown orbs met yours then you averted your gaze. ‘Hope that didn’t seem creepy’, you thought as you closed the door.

“Thankyou”, he smiled looking at you as he sat on the couch.

“No problem”, you took your phone from your pocket and dialled the contact of the owner’s son. Soon a sleepy voice was heard on the other end of the phone.

“Kenny, I need a help”, you said making the gamer click his tongue in annoyance.

“What now? Do you not know that I have a live session tomorrow morning?”

“I do remember that but”, you looked at the brown head in your room fiddling his hands nervously, “I have a situation here”, from the corner of your eyes you saw him getting something from the floor. Then when your gaze landed on him again properly, he was just looking around the room. No sign of moment. ‘Huh? I thought that he mov-‘, your thoughts were interrupted by Kenma on call.

“So What?”

“Help me please~~”, you could hear him cursing but your lips turned up into a smile, because you knew he was going to help you.

“Hmm?”

“So, the tenant of 403 needs their duplicate keys”, Oikawa gave you an awkward smile as you glanced at him, “He… lost them”.

“Ah That guy. Where is he right now?”, you covered your mouth slightly and whispered, “He is in my apartment now”.

“WHAT!? IM COMING NOW”, he ended the call.

“You’ll get your keys soon”, you said as he said thanks. Your cat glitter walked up to the athlete and purred making your eyes widen.

“She normally doesn’t do that with strangers”, you said as he stopped for a second before picking her up. ‘What was… that?’, you thought but quickly brushed it off as he kissed glitter.

‘Damn that was… freaking cute’, you thought as glitter purred when Oikawa started to pet her.

“Where have you been to?” you asked the setter as his eyes widened, as if he was surprised.

“How did you know I was out of town?”

“Ah! Your bag seemed like it was too heavy to just carry it for the normal daily practice. So, I guessed it”, you scratched the back of your neck trying your hardest to not be awkward.

“Oh, is that so. I thought that you noti-”, he stopped and averted his gaze from you and continued, “Never mind, I was trying to say that I went to the other town for a tournament”.

“Wow! That seems amazing”, you said as you heard a knock on the door. You opened the door only to find the gamer in your hallway, struggling to catch air. ‘Did he run here?’

He walked towards Oikawa and handed him the keys. Oikawa thanked you and the gamer as he left the apartment. You closed the door behind him.

“Ken chan~ Thankyou~”, you hugged Kenma.

“Don’t get close to him”, you were taken aback with the way he said it. You were sure he would curse you for making him come this late but never did you expect these words.

“Why do you think I wanna get close to him?”

“Just my responsibility to make sure you know”, he said as he ruffled your hair and peered into your eyes without breaking the hug, “I always get a bad feeling from him”.

“Don’t worry too much Kenny”, you said as you broke the hug and smiled at him. “Should I get you a pillow and blanket?”

“You take the couch”.

“Wha-?”

XOXOXOXOXOXO

A few days later as you were got into your apartment, you noticed Glitter was missing. ‘Where is she?’, your heart started to race as you failed to find her in all of her favourite spots and as well as the complete house. You got down to the entrance of the complex and heard the sound of a cat. Your instincts acted and you turned towards the sound. There she was, Glitter in the hands of your Neighbour as he was talking to a lady. ‘What the hell?’, your thoughts ran wild, ‘When did she get so attached to a stranger? Its not at all like her’.

“Glitter!”, you exclaimed and then she jumped down from Oikawa’s arms to come towards you.

“When did you get out?”, your voice was full of worry as you picked her up and held her close.

“She was walking outside the park”, your vision shifted to the man who was now beside you. “Got her back when I noticed”.

“Thank..you”, never she left the apartment. Never once. She was always an indoor cat and hated to go outside. But now she was in your arms and it was all that mattered to you.

You smiled at her “Lately she is being kinda naughty”, you said as you shook her in your arms, “Even tore some of my posters the other day, had to get new ones”, your gaze shifted again towards him and he was looking at you with… a smile. You told yourself not to judge anyone but that smile of his… That sent a chill down your spine like none.

“Well… We will be going now”, you gave him a small nod and swiftly walked into the apartment complex. Without even turning back you stepped into your house and shut the door behind you. ‘Its wrong to judge others without knowing anything’, you thought but the racing heart of yours couldn’t not calm down.

“Don’t wander away next time”, you hugged Glitter and crouched down with your back leaning on your front door.

XOXOXOXOXO

It was 3:30 AM, and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t fall asleep. You had work tomorrow morning and you couldn’t lose anymore sleep now. But then, you heard little claws scratching. ‘Was she scratching on the door?’

Just when you were about to ignore Glitter, a sound made your blood ran cold. The door opened. Your body felt heavy, couldn’t even move a muscle. The foot steps in were slow but it was clear that they were coming towards you.

A small creak was heard indicating the bedroom door of yours was being opened wide. You always left it open to let glitter in and out of the room anytime she wanted. You closed your eyes and tried your best to make your breathing even. It was pitch black. You couldn’t see anything but could the footsteps as they got closer. They came to a halt as they were right infront of you.

Your body was already unable to move because of the fear. You stayed very calm as you could feel cold fingers on your cheek. You stayed calm. Then the cold touch was gone and the foot steps were heard again, stepping away from you. After a couple of seconds, you opened your eyes little and saw the reflection of a tall man with… brown hair in the mirror diagonal to you. Just when he was about to turn, you instantly closed your eyes to not raise any suspicion to him.

‘Oikawa! That neighbour is the one who broke in now’, screamed in your head. You heard him leaving your bedroom. Your lips quivered while you tried to not cry. It wasn’t the time for tears. You could hear the sound of paper ripping. Then you opened your eyes.

‘It was him! It was him who tore my posters!’, you again closed your eyes placing your hand on your chest trying to calm your heart. It didn’t work when you heard Glitter’s meows and purrs. ‘So how many days did he broke into my house to even make my cat like him’, your memories flashed and then you remembered something which you should’ve given a thought way before. A few days earlier, glitter was playing with a small key. You thought nothing of it but you should’ve noticed it. That was before Oikawa lost his keys after he came back from the tournament. What could you do now? All of those thoughts are useless now. You could only hope for him to leave your house and leave you and Glitter without any harm.

As if it was miracle, you heard the sound of the main door closing. You waited for a moment to check if there was no noise heard. Then you swiftly got up and rushed towards the living room for Glitter. But little did you know, it was no Miracle.

Just when you entered the living room, the lights of the room turned on, making you to look at the person near the switchboard. Your face went pale when he smiled at you with Glitter in his arms, slowly petting her.

“So you were awake like I thought”, your felt shivers on your complete body when he walked towards you slowly. “How many times should I tear those posters sweetheart?”, he enquired as you looked at the pile of torn posters.

“Why? Why are you here?”, you asked in return as his smile dropped.

“I asked you the question first but since it's our first time, I’ll let it go”, he was now in front of you.

“You usually shiver whenever I touch your cheeks while you sleep”, a tide of fear took over your body again. He let Glitter go from his arms. It was foolish of you to even think of escaping now. He placed his index finger under your chin while his other arm slid behind your waist. Pulled you closer as he looked into your eyes. His smile reappeared on his face when he noticed your eyes got glossy.

He tilted your face and placed a kiss on your lips. He wiped the tears from the corner of your eye and said, “I knew you weren’t sleeping darling, you’re a bad actor”.

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You've always looked up to your older brother Mitch, he's two years older than you, but the age gap never seemed to matter. Growing up, you did everything together. From playing mini-sticks in the basement to playing in outdoor hockey tournaments, you were inseparable. Mitch was always the one who had your back, no matter what. And that's why it's so hard to even consider telling him about your feelings for his best friend, Auston Matthews.

You met Auston when you were fifteen, and it was love at first sight. He was everything you could want in a guy - he was tall, athletic, and incredibly kind. And he made you laugh in a way that nobody else could. You quickly became friends, and over the years, you've grown even closer. But your feelings for him have only gotten stronger.

You've always known that crushing on your brother's best friend is a recipe for disaster. You've tried to push your feelings aside, but they always seem to resurface. And it's not just a physical attraction - you genuinely love spending time with Auston. He's always there for you when you need him, and he's never made you feel like a burden.

But you can't imagine telling Mitch about your feelings. You're scared of what he'll say, or how he'll react. Mitch has always been protective of you, and you don't want to risk upsetting him. Plus, you're worried that Auston might not feel the same way about you. You don't want to ruin your friendship, or cause any drama.

It's hard enough just trying to keep your feelings under wraps, but it becomes especially difficult when you're around Auston. You see him all the time - he's practically a part of your family. He comes over for dinner, he watches movies with you, and he even helped you move into your dorm room at university. You try to act normal around him, but your heart always races when he's in the same room as you.

One weekend, Mitch invites Auston over to stay at your family's cottage. You're excited to hang out with him, but nervous at the same time. You spend the first day canoeing and fishing with your brother and Auston, but as soon as you have a moment to yourself, your mind wanders. You think about how handsome Auston looks in his swim trunks, and how nice it would be to sneak away with him to the dock.

Eventually, you can't take it anymore. You excuse yourself, saying you need to grab something from your room. As you leave, you feel Auston's eyes on you. You try to keep your cool and walk up the stairs, but your knees feel shaky.

Inside your room, you take a deep breath and try to calm down. But then, there's a knock on your door. Your heart skips a beat as you open it to find Auston standing there, with a small smile on his face.

"Hey," he says. "Can I come in?"

You nod, barely able to speak. He closes the door behind him, and suddenly the room feels very small. You stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do or say.

"I just wanted to check on you," he says, looking at you with concern. "You seemed a bit off back there."

"I'm fine," you manage to say. "Just a bit tired, I guess."

Auston nods, but his eyes seem to be searching yours. You feel a lump form in your throat as you realize that he might be able to sense your feelings.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" he says softly, stepping closer to you. "I'm here if you need anything."

You feel a spark of hope in your chest. Could he possibly be hinting that he feels the same way about you? Or is he just being a good friend? You're too scared to ask.

"I know," you say, trying to keep your voice even. "Thanks, Auston."

There's a moment of silence as you both stand there, just looking at each other. You can hear the sound of the lake outside, and the distant laughter of your brother and his friends.

Then, Auston takes a step closer, his eyes still fixed on yours. Your heart is pounding in your chest as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. You feel a jolt of electricity at his touch, and suddenly you're acutely aware of how close you are to him.

"You know…" Auston begins, his voice low. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Your heart is hammering in your chest now, and you can barely breathe. Is this happening? Could he be about to confess his feelings to you?

But before Auston can say anything else, there's a loud knock on the door. You both jump, and Auston quickly steps back.

"Guys, we're gonna start a bonfire!" Mitch yells through the closed door. "You coming?"

Auston looks at you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your reaction. You're still reeling from what just happened, and you're not sure if you're disappointed or relieved that you were interrupted.

"Sure," you say, trying to sound casual. "Let's go."

The rest of the evening is a blur. You sit around the campfire with your brother and Auston, talking and laughing like everything's normal. But your mind is spinning with all the what-ifs. What if you had been alone with Auston a little longer? What if he really does have feelings for you? What if you could actually make this work?

As the night wears on, you start to feel a bit nauseous. You've been keeping this secret for so long, and it's starting to take a toll on you. You look over at Auston, his face lit up by the fire, and you feel a pang of longing in your chest.

Eventually, it's time to go to bed. You say goodnight to Mitch and Auston, and retreat to your room. You lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and wonder what your next move should be.

Should you tell Auston how you feel? Should you keep it a secret? What would Mitch say if he found out? It's all too much to handle.

You decide to try and sleep, hoping that maybe tomorrow everything will seem clearer. But as you close your eyes, all you can see is Auston's face. You toss and turn, unable to get him out of your head.

Finally, you give up on sleeping altogether and get out of bed. You tiptoe down the hall towards the kitchen, hoping to find a glass of water to calm your nerves. But as you round the corner, you run straight into Auston.

"Oh, hey," he says, looking surprised. "I was just coming to get a drink too."

You nod, feeling your face flush. You both stand there awkwardly for a moment, until Auston speaks up.

"Listen, I need to talk to you."

Your heart starts racing again as you look up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I know this is going to sound crazy," he says, his voice low. "But I think I might have feelings for you."

You freeze, not sure if you're dreaming or not. Did he really just say that?

"I know it's complicated," Auston continues. "With you being Mitch's sister, and all. But I can't help the way I feel."

You're not sure what to say. You've been so used to keeping your feelings hidden that you don't know how to react now that they're out in the open.

"I have feelings for you too," you blurt out, before you can think better of it.

Auston looks surprised, but then he smiles. "Really?"

You nod, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You can't believe this is happening.

"I know we'll have to be careful," Auston says. "And talk to Mitch eventually. But I don't want to keep hiding how I feel."

You nod, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. For the first time in a long time, you feel truly happy.

Auston steps closer, taking your hand. You feel like you're in a dream as he leans down to kiss you. It's soft and sweet, and it feels like coming home.

As you break apart, you both smile at each other. "Let's take this one step at a time," Auston says. "But I promise you, I'm going to do everything I can to make this work."

You can't stop smiling as you walk back to your room, feeling lighter than you have in ages. You know that there will be challenges ahead, but right now, all you can think about is how much you love Auston.

Eventually, you fall asleep, feeling happier than you ever thought possible.

The next morning, as you sit outside and sip your coffee, you know that everything has changed. But somehow, it feels like everything is exactly as it should be. You're not just Mitch Marner's little sister anymore. You're a woman in love, and you're ready to see where this journey takes you.

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YAAALLLLL THIS MAN IS SO WHIPPED FOR ME(idk for sure but u guys tell me) AND HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW ME?????

So basically some random dude called me, he doesn't know me or has even seen me or even knows my name, and idk him either. He claims that he was randomly dialing a phone number and dialed mine because he wants to be friends (friends here means dating). I already know this is completely BS so I hung up on him, but after a few more calls from him, I decided to humor him.

So I gave him a fake name and a fake age and a fake career and like I'm telling this man that I am lying for most part and he's like "but why???🥺 I've been nothing but honest to you" and I'm like boy idk u and I don't wanna know u and I don't even trust u or ever will wanna be in a relationship with you. Cause I took a brief interview and he told me that he's 28 (but he sounds like he's 32, maybe 35), his highest level of education is 12 grade and he's working as a "programmer" at a small company (I think it's a clerk job because he calls me during his tea breaks, and then in the evening).

Anyways, he's like "come on, just give me a chance. What's the worst that could happen???" And I'm like no. And somehow the convo went from him trying pursue me to me telling him to go pray to the Lord (like real religious stuff) for help with his career (because I told him that I can't settle for a man who's not smart enough, pr rich enough or handsome enough) and then it went to me telling him to read some of my favourite novels.

Yall won't believe me when I tell u that this man researched fav book (after he figured it out that i took my fake name from that book) and he's proceeded to tell me the whole summary??? And like we've talking for the past 3 days? And everh single time, he asks "do I have a chance with you?" And I give a resounding NO. But I don't stop there, no no. He asked me reason for rejection and I GAVE HIM A WHOLE ASS LIST THAT WAS BORDERLINE MEAN LIKE-

You're wayyyy less educated. I bet you're not even street smart.

You're poor.

We are not in the same city.

You're not handsome (he said he was 6 ft tall, athletic build because he wakes up to run at 5 every morning, and he said his complexion was darkish)

Told him he must have something wrong with him, either the way he talks or looks or treats other woman that no woman in real life wants to be "friends" with him.

My parents would never approve, neither would my "8 brothers", my unckes would kill him.

You get the gist, right???

But he did not give up. He's like calling me up and asking "so what did you do today? What's your fav food? Hobbies?" And I'm like sir we are not at all compatible. I even went as far to tell him "I have a very bad temper. I am very high maintenance. I don't dress modestly. I dont cook. I have a lot of male friends, etc etc" things that were lies and would piss off most people.

But he's like "and???? I'll bear your wrath. I'll maintain you."

And I'm like???? What is he upto?

Anyways, everytime he'd ask me if I'd give him a chance, I'd tell him we are absolutely not compatible, especially because of his lack of education and he's like "so a man needs to be highly educated to date you? Why? Just because you're a doctor, does that mean only doctors can date doctors??" And I said, idk about others but that's my preference. And you know what he said??

"You should've been a butcher instead of a doctor, because you're really good at butchering up my heart🥺" HAHAHAHAHHAHA WHAT IS THIS GUY???

Girl I even pretended to be mad at him at the end of day 2 call, even though I was laughing at his jokes the whole time. Like I pretended to be mad at some of the jokes he made at my expense, just so that he'd leave me alone. I TOLD HIM TO NOT CALL ME BECAUSE I WONT PICK UP and as I was hanging up, he BEGGING and saying he was sorry, that he doesn't know what exactly he said was wrong but he's sorry.

I hang up, he calls a 2 more times before stopping. And I'm like " 👍 great, that's finished."

And the next day, he called me in the afternoon, but I was dead asleep. Then he called me again today in the morning, during his tea break and I picked up for the hell of it, and he started off apologising again and I pretended to just sigh and told him to just drop it.

And he's like "Okay... so how are you? What are you doing? Oh you just finished up with a patient? Oh, so what did you think about me?" And I said "I don't think about you. And I never will. You have a better chance with someone else than with me." And he's like "but I want you. You're sweet and kind and you speak in a gentle tone-" and I'm like THIS IS NOT A GENTLE TONE???

And anyways, he was like so did you eat? I told him no, I haven't ate since yesterday (which is true because I was sleeping non stop after class) and he's like "Oh no! Please do eat, how can u treat patients if you don't eat???" And I'm like alright, I need to go cause I have a surgery to watch (I did not, I am at home). And he said okay, make sure u eat something before u drop dead.

And then he called me again in the afternoon and he was like "so what up? How are u? What are u doing?" And I said I'm at work,have a massive headache and I'm studying (which I actually was) and he's like "BROO???? YOU STILL HAVENT EATEN??? WHY?" and I'm like (get in character) "cause I'm at work. Hospital food is nasty." And he's like "then order something???" And I'm like "No, I can't leave my ward to go fetch food." And he's like "Well it's not like u have told me where you work or live or what city you are in, otherwise I would've delivered some food to you!" And I'm like "really? You would've delivered food to me during your work?" And he's like "I WOULDVE FED YOU WITH MY HANDS!" anyways the convo was short because I needed to actually study so I said bye, but not before him telling me to please eat something.

Anyways, couple of hours later, he calls me again and is like "Hey, you free? I'm gonna get off work soon." And I was like yeah, and we started talking again and the convi revolved mostly around him trying to make me reveal some stuff about myself, I told him no. He's like "that's not fair. I tell u everything true about me." I said that's your choice, idk u. And he was like "u home yet? Did u eat something?" And i was like yeah, i had a cup of coffee at work, now im studyung again and he like loses his mond more "WHY HAVENT YOU EATEN? YOU WILL DIE?" and im like no, im too tired to eat and hes like "is it because youre at mad at me? Or at soemone else? Cause why else would u be skipping meals? Did someone say somwthing to you?" And i was like "no. I do have bad temper though, so if you were to piss me off, i would turn quiet and not talk to you for days" AND GUESS WHAT HE SAID????

"No, not the silent treatment. You can argue, you can yell at me, anything, just don't stop talking." And I'm like DUDEE???????

And then suddenly i remembered I should make him reveal how he got my number because it certainly can't be a coincidence THAT SOMEONE ELSE BEFORE HIM ALSO DIALED MY NUMBER (he was looking for another girl he was stalking but did not belive me when I said I'm not her. Maybe he did, but then he said okay then who are u cause I like u too. I blocked him lol). And I was like, he's gonna keep up with initial lie "i randomly dialed ur number" so I was like I'm gonna ask where he is from, like what city. And he was like "I'm not telling u because u don't tell me where u are from. So its not fair." Which is true but I needed him to answer. So I was like "Alright well, I gotta go." in a dismissive tone which he picked up on. Cause the next second he went on "Hey, hey. Are you mad at me? Look, I'm sorry. But just- please eat something. I gotta get back to work. You'll eat something right?"

And I said "ill eat when u tell me where you live."(like the city, not the whole address)

And he's like "aw come on, don't do that. That's blackmail-"

Me: "Okay, well goodbye."

Him: "no! NO GOOD BYE- I promise I'll tell u everything IF YOU promise to eat and tell me where you're from."

Me: I'm not gonna tell u where I'm from

Him: is that fair?

Me: no. You're right, it's not fair. So, you should go look for someone who will be fair with you. Bye.

Him: wait, wait- don't hang up!

I hang up. He calls again, I don't pick up. The second time he calls, I pick up (cause I'm putting him on the spot and he needs to break under pressure)

Me: yes?

Him: look, I promise I'll tell u everything on the next call if you promise to eat now.

Me: ill eat after u tell me.

Him: look, you're punishing me but this is harming you too! You should eat something. You haven't had anything since morning-

Me: okay, I have to get back to studying. You go back to your important work. Bye.

I hang up again. He calls, i pick up.

Me: yes?

Him: stop hanging up on me! Just- just promise that you'll eat something. I swear I'll tell u everything, all of your questions. I don't wanna lie to you.

Me: tell me now. And don't lie, God is watching.

Him: I know God is watching. But I tell you later-

Me: okay, you need to go back to your work-

Him: I DONT! I LEFT THE OFFICE TO TALK TO YOU. I GOT LIKE 20-25 MINUTES TO TALK TO YOU-

Me: then answer my question.

Him: girl just listen to me-

Me: goodbye then. I actually need to study and pray. Have fun at work.

I hang up.

Now he's gonna call again when he returns from work. Now what do u guys think is going on with this Wattpad character? Is he trying to scam me out of money?

Also, just to be clear before anyone of u cause me of leading him on, I specifically told him and tell him on every call that him and I are never gonna happen and that he should stop wasting his time. He's the one who always calls.

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Summer Break

“Damn it man,” Chris cursed as he felt his phone vibrate again.

“She still not leaving you alone?” Adam asked. The two were driving out of their college town for summer break. Chris had decided the beach and Adam wasn’t about to back down from seeing the jock swimming out in the ocean.

Chris let out a loud angry groan. “No! She’s the one who wanted a fucking break. Why’s she gotta keep rubbing that shit in? And if I don’t text her back she’s gonna be even more pissed off.”

“Then just cut it off. Make it one clean break,” Adam said. He’d been hearing about their rocky relationship for the better part of a year and was getting a bit bitter over it. Ever since he’d met the other jock, he’d always had a bit of a thing for him. Handsome, strong and athletic always really got him going, but it was Chris’ outgoing personality that drew him in. Adam could sit there and listen to the man read the dictionary for all he cared. But Chris was straight.

“What? So, I can go out with someone like you? C’mon man, you’re just jealous. Just cause I’m not dating her, doesn’t mean I’m going to go for you,” Chris said.

Adam let out an angry grunt. He didn’t like being called out like that, but didn’t want the beginning of their vacation to go bad either. “What? I’ve got the big tits. The big ass. And an absolutely sparklingly personality,” he said, trying to make his large body more appealing than he thought it was. Being tall, with broad shoulders and a good amount of muscle and fat was good for any lineman to have, but to be cuddled or even held by someone else it was incredibly hard. People would look at him and instantly want him to be a strong domineering top, when all he wanted to do was be held by someone bigger than him. And he was starting to just be fine with someone smaller than him doing that as well, as he towered over nearly everyone he knew.

“Still not my type,” Chris gave him a friendly punch to the arm. “Just a little too much penis.”

“We could work around that,” Adam smiled back.

Chris shook his head. Then heard a phone buzz again. “Damn it!” However, he looked down to see it wasn’t his phone.

“That one’s me,” Adam said, just as confused as Chris. Even more so when he opened it up.

“Who’s it from?”

Adam looked over it a bit more. “Brandon?”

“What’s a stud like that texting you?” Chris mocked.

Adam rolled his eyes. That was about the only guy Chris had ever said he wanted to get fucked by, making him all the more jealous. Apparently, ‘too much penis’ wasn’t off the menu as Brandon had one of the biggest anyone at the frat had ever seen. Even more surprising was how masterfully he used it. Or at least according the pounding on the walls of Zach and Scott’s rooms. Followed by their loud and uncontrollable screams of pleasure. “I don’t know… Some kind of app…”

“Weird…” Chris said. “Hey, pull over into that rest stop. I’ve gotta take a leak.”

Adam did as he was told and Chris got out of the car. His interest turned back to the app. “What even is this thing?” he wondered as he pulled it up. Brandon wasn’t one to really text him and it was a bit surprising that it’d be something so specific as an app that he’d never heard of. It quickly downloaded onto his phone and then opened up. The screen had almost no frills about it, just a grey box with a white one inside and greyed out texted saying, ‘type what you would like to change.’

‘What would I like to change?’ Adam thought to himself. Plenty. Even if he’d known a lot of gay guys envy him over his natural bulky size, he just wanted to be one of those smaller guys who could be held and cuddled all the time. He wanted to feel the strong arms of another man hold him with a firm but gentle grasp. Even more he wanted that person to be Chris.

‘I’m a 110 pound sexy ass twink with an ass that Chris can’t help but want to fuck every time he sees it,’ Adam typed angrily. He didn’t know why someone like Brandon would be sending him a confession app like this. But with the stupid conversation he’d just had with Chris, all he could think about was yelling in anger at how much he wanted to be someone different. But stranger still, the car was feeling bigger.

Adam looked around him and there was so much more space in his seat. No longer was he cramped in the chair but there was actually breathing room. Even more surprising, he could move around. He’d always felt like a sardine whenever he sat down. “What the hell?�� he wondered aloud. “My voice?!” There was a sassier tone to it. Something softer but still just a bit masculine. He quickly looked at the rearview mirror to get a look at his face.

The voice coming out of it wouldn’t have matched his big, round burly face that was covered in reddish hair. Excitement ran through him as the weight on his face was disappearing. Rapidly the roundness in his cheeks and jaw thinned out into something softer and cuter. The hair he’d grown out completely disappeared into a smooth face that looked like it never needed to shave. It was true of all his body as his arms and legs were completely bare. Even more surprising was how he had to raise himself up to properly look at himself.

“Ohmygawd! Ohmygawd!” he repeated over and over again as he looked down at his body. Adam’s body was nearly half the size it had been. His thick bulk was all gone and replaced with that of a thin twink’s. His clothes squeezed tightly to his thin frame. Jean shorts that barely went below the length of his cock and a bright pink sleeveless shirt that even on his small body looked to be a half size too small. And every part of him was smooth. Any callouses on his hands had disappeared. “This is insane,” he adjusted the driver seat to be able to reach the pedals again. It had to be at least 4 or 5 clicks before he could actually touch them.

When he looked back down at his phone, another idea popped into his head. If it was able to change him this much, it had to have the power to change someone else. He quickly typed, ‘Chris is a massive handsome jock, that rarely ever wants to put a shirt on. He loves showing off his large muscular body and people either don’t care or are thoroughly impressed by it. He’s actually thinking about giving me a shot at a relationship.’

Adam was about to hit enter when he saw another option right below it.

              ---User Aware - ‘Y’

              ---Target Aware - ‘N’

              ---World Aware - ‘N’

A bit of regret flashed through Adam. “Should I make him aware?” he wondered. It only seemed right. If he still wanted to say no, or if he was really against it, then maybe it really was better just to leave them be. Adam highlighted the ‘Target Aware’ option and switched it to ‘Y.’ Then hit enter. The next minute or so felt like an eternity as he waited. But then he saw a buff shirtless guy running out of the rest stop. The passenger door quickly opened.

“Dude! Something strange just happened. I just… I was just in the bathroom then all of a sudden I felt all weird. Like all my muscles felt like they were on fire. It didn’t hurt or nothin’, it was just weird. Then next thing I know my shirts gone. But when I asked another guy about it, he just gave me a weird look and I had this urge to flex. What the fuck man?” He finally took a breath as he looked down into the car. A stunned look flashed onto his face and he back up a step.

“What?” Adam asked. It’s not like he didn’t know. He just wanted to hear Chris say it. He got out of the car and asked again. “What’s wrong?”

Chris gripped the car and looked at the concrete beneath him. “I—I don’t know man.” He let out a grunt as his hips bucked. Adam and his eyes met again, and then he made them drop back down to his feet. “I don’t know!”

Adam rounded the car, feigning more concern than necessary. “What? What’s wrong?” He made sure to get up nice and personal against the other man. There was a clear and present bulge straining in Chris’ shorts. The urge to just grab it right there and jerk it off was being fought off.

“Nothing,” Chris lied. He tried to get back in the car, but Adam grabbed his arm.

“It’s clearly not nothing.”

Chris felt his body spin around. His hands clenched the car harder. Both his body and mind were betraying him as he looked down at his twinky little friend. “Oh God…” he moaned. “It’s just… Fuck… Since when have you been such a hot little nugget?”

“Hot little nugget?” Adam blushed at the ridiculous nickname. “Since always?” Then added a bit of a pose, showing off his bottom. He watched as Chris squirmed. The big jock’s hands tightened against the car again, bracing himself to not give into the temptation. “But what’s gotten into you?”

“I—” Chris stopped his lie. He let out another breath. “I just want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“Oh?” Adam played into it more, leaning his weight onto Chris’ body. His hands gently landed on the firm masculine pecs of the jock. “You want to fuck me?” he pretended to be coy, tracing the crests and valleys of the other man’s body. It felt so different looking up at someone than down. That he could actually rely on someone else to hold him up. But Adam leaned into it surprisingly easily. He raised himself up to his tiptoes, still an inch or two shorter than the other man. “How about we start with a kiss?”

To his surprise, Chris gave in. He could feel the other man’s mouth press against his, opening and sharing his tongue. They wrestled softly. Chris not being too dominant but trying his best to please Adam. However, Adam was growing considerably distracted as Chris’ big strong hands ran down his delicate body. They gripped his sides and continued downward. Beneath his shorts. And cupping his relatively large voluptuous ass.

Chris squeezed. “MMMPH!” Adam felt the pressure. Somehow it was so sensitive. That only drew out a smile from Chris. He seemed to like it as a finger drifted to Adam’s asshole. Now it was the smaller man’s turn to squirm. To feel his tight asshole invaded. Adam’s fingers clawed at the meaty chest he was holding onto as the finger went in. He could hear a subtle chuckle, feel the pecs bounce, from Chris as he pushed inside.

“Oh God!” Adam fought the urge to cry out and plunged into Chris’ body, muffling it as much as possible. Feeling that strong finger wiggle and twist inside him was too much. He’d somehow lifted onto only one of his feet as he was practically climbing the mountain of a man taunting him. He couldn’t help himself. The world seemed to have disappeared and only fantasy remained. It wasn’t until he felt his hips buck and a mess form in his underwear that he realized what he was doing. “Shit!” He cursed.

However, Chris only seemed pleased with himself, giving into the new homosexual desires. “You know… Maybe a summer break doesn’t sound that bad…” He held Adam’s soft little body. “I think you talked me into it.” Then leaned down and whispered into Adam’s ear. “So let’s get to the hotel as soon as we can.”

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𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄

✮pairings- reiner braunx afab! reader

✮a/n- sorry for any mistakes, please do not share on other platforms, tweak or steal.

✮synopsis- reiner brain, your husband for two years had begun to act strange. you may suspect the male is falling out of love

✮c/w- smut! fluff, angst, and more no under 18s!

"your lips my lips, apocalypse"｡✧

When you first met Reiner, he was a confident teenager, who had many friends. Infact, you met Reiner Braun in your first year of high school.

The incredibly tall, handsome athlete who was extremely popular with the girls. Typical highschool boy who loved nothing but partying, sex, sports and alcohol.

But one thing about Reiner was- as intelligent as the boy was he was failing school drastically.

He never took the time to study, even though he knew he had the potential.

Your teacher at the time, thought it'll be a great idea if you could tutor the older boy.

You being a bit young for the classes you were taking, and your A's/ A+ on almost every report card. You couldn't blame your teacher for pairing you and Braun up.

So as arranged, Braun would meet you every afternoon in the cafeteria to study and work on revision.

It wasn't easy, he was so fucking stubborn and grumpy, but over time you and the blonde grew close.

A little too close...

You and Reiner graduated high school successfully, but during your most important years. You never had the guts to tell him how you felt.

He knew you liked him though...

Oh how your cheeks would go red everytime you saw him walk down the hallway with Marco and Bertholdt, and how your little tummy got the most intense swarm of butterflies when he so much as looked at you, when he was practicing football.

If you were lucky he'd even give you a little wink. Just to say thank you for helping him with his studies.

But the thing is, Reiner never spoke to you once when he was with his mates

He wasn't ashamed to be with you, oh not at all. However, he felt as if such a smart, goal orientated girl such as yourself would even go for a guy like him.

Everything about you made Braun crazy, your short little skirts and your cute little ponytail. He couldn't help but think of how a smaller framed girl such as yourself would look beneath him. Squirming and screaming, creaming all over his 8- inch length.

And how he'd just want to bend you over his table, in his dining room. Throwing all his books on the floor, and giving your ass a few spanks.

And your breasts, oh your breasts...

Reiner would sometimes stay up at night, asking you questions about the school work just so that you can stay on call with him.

He'd ask about stuff he already knew, he just wanted to hear your sweet voice.

So yes, Reiner did have a crush on you. He never told you, I guess he just want ready.

As for you, you would have dreams about Reiner. Really corny one's, but they were sexy nonetheless.

He'd be shirtless in the rain or some cheesy romance movie type shit.

Leaving your silk panties all wet when you wake up, and when he touched your thigh under the table during study sessions, just to comfort you oh how you'd go wild.

Once Reiner gave you his jacket when you were leaving his home, and he gave you a hug. Just to say thank you once again.

His scent, and his warm body against yours made you melt.

It broke your heart into pieces when Reiner didn't ask you to be his prom date.

Instead he asked the pretty girl, Historia to he his date instead. You couldn't blame him, Historia was drop dead gorgeous.

But despite Historia's obvious beauty and charm, she had her heart set on another. She just went with Reiner to avoid drama .

And even though Reiner had a crush on you, a part of him always hated you...

When highschool was over, you went to college with Reiner.

And it was back to square one, study sessions. Late night calls.

If we're being honest he never considered you as his "friend".

You were never actually invited to any of his parties.

Until you became friends with Sasha and Hitch. The two girls who got invited to almost everything.

They were in highschool with you, but you were never they're friends.

During university you had the best time of your life, despite the large work load and studying till morning. You went out and partied.

There was a time when you went to a college party, that Jean hosted.

Almost everyone was there, Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Reiner, Connie...list goes on.

And you showed up in a skimpy black dress with heels, smoky makeup and your hair loose but straightened.

The dress barely even covered your ass, it wasn't even yours it belonged to Hitch.

And all eyes were on you, literally.

Your typical self never wore such apparel, but for the sake of " living life" you decided to let loose and show your body off a little.

The dress hugged your curves and made you look so goddamn sexy. With an immense amount of cleavage showing, your titts were practically hanging out.

After a few drinks you began to get dizzy and made your way to the kitchen to get some water, alcohol had a terrible affect on you since you never drank.

Tumbling over and almost falling, trying to keep your balance.

Reiner couldn't help but watch you like a hawk that night.

Everywhere you went his eyes were on you.

When you drank your water from the plastic cup, Reiner stood next to you leaning on the fridge with a beer in his hand.

He knew you were drunk and needed to get home.

He knew what the other men said about you, the vile things that came from Eren's mouth. Everybody knew you were a virgin, and seeing you in this black dress wanted to make them pop your cherry.

But Reiner couldn't let that slide.

Reiner never told you, but he drove you back to your dorm that night.

He carried you up the stairs( bridal style) and lay you in your bed.

When you woke up, you remembered nothing.

When you confronted Hitch and Sasha they told you Reiner took you home

And that's when you realised, a part of you always loved him...

You and Reiner Braun grew closer and closer, and started hanging out more.

Not to study, just to be in each other's company.

And what was once a mutual relationship turned into much more

So, you and him began to date.

At first he was reckless, and never considered your feelings. This caused arguments and fights

But over the span of two years, you and Reiner learned to love each other.

Or so you thought...

What was a relationship, turned into marriage..

On your wedding night Reiner made love to you.

He carried your delicate body up to the room, and lay you down on the bed. Dressed in silk sheets.

Your hair sprawled across the bed, and your makeup some what smudged. He slowly too your dress off, along with your stockings and heels.

He ate you out, his mouth sucking your puffy clitoris. Causing you to moan his name over and over.

And when you were ready for him, he inserted his cock into your virgin pussy.

Fucking you gently, as you gripped onto his hair. Moaning and moaning in pure bliss and pleasure.

Groans and grunts escaping his lips.

It was the way he made you feel, goddddd.

He made you feel so good, every thrust, every kiss and every whisper.

It was like heaven at the time.

After two years of marriage your bliss, your heaven on earth did not last.

Reiner became contaminated with mental disorders, it's like a switch inside him flipped and he couldn't control it.

He's personality came crashing down.

The flirty, confident, strong and reliable man you knew. Became fragile, weak, cold and broken.

The doctors said, he might have split personality.

But a part of you wondered if it was always there.

The part that really broke you, was when you found out your husband was cheating on you with another women, and the saddest part of that was how he wasn't ashamed of it.

Or how you caught him trying to take his life, it broke you. It broke you so much, seeing your man, your lover change and fall into such disarray.

Was it ever your fault? That's what you thought day and night.

You and Reiner stopped making love and hardly spoke to one another.

The house was quiet and dull, not lively and sexy as it was once before.

In your head you always loved him, ever since your teacher asked you to tutor him that day

For him, he only liked you when you tutored him, and he only began to love you when he spent time with you in college. But a part of Reiner Braun always hated you.

So here you sit on your bathroom floor, with tear filled eyes and your body shaking from the medication you just downed.

If you couldn't be with him, then what's the point of living...

If he stopped loving you, what's the point of him living.

And so Reiner now sits in the garage with a loaded gun, pointed to the roof of his mouth.

Because if he can't be with you, what's the point of living?

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Deleted Scene from Trouble in Tokyo #1

I've deleted 1000s of words from TIT (yes it's a very fortunate acronym I know), and I thought, why not post some? For context, this is a no curses Fushiita highschool AU where Yuuji has four brothers including twin Sukuna! He's also a bit oblivious here.

TIT deleted scenes 2 and 3

Yuuji had somehow, unfortunately, attracted the undying loyalty, overbearing friendship and unlimited attention of Todo Aoi. 

A third year student who took Yuuji under his wing during winter sports day, Todo was fond of bringing up memories and times in their lives they did not at all share together. 

Sure, he was a great mentor for the athletics stuff, and he was built as all hell, but Todo was also… Very intense. 

“Brother!” He threw his arm over Yuuji’s shoulder, showing him a test paper. 

“Another 100! Do you think I should bring this to Takada-chan at her next Tokyo handshake event?”

“Hmm.” Yuuji said noncommittally. “Isn’t that kind of conceited?”

Todo made a choking noise. Then, he tightened his arm around Yuuji’s neck and Yuuji was making a choking noise, too. 

“You are right, my brother. In the world of Takada-chan, she is surrounded by success. If I show her this test grade, not only do I show my immaturity, to still be in high school, but I also show that I am nothing but a drop in the ocean of success she sails through…” 

He said it all while looking far into the distance. Thankfully for Yuuji’s windpipe, he did end up looking back down at him. 

At the same time, someone came to a stop in front of them. 

“Itadori,” a Yuuji would’ve perked up at the familiar voice if he could have. “Is this guy bothering you?”

“Who are you?” Todo asked. 

Fushiguro didn’t answer, but Yuuji could imagine the look on his face. 

“Hey, weird-looking guy.” Todo said. “What’s your type of woman?”

“Huh?”

“I asked, what’s your type of woman? If you’re into men that’s okay, too.” He said. “By the way, my type is a tall woman with a big ass!”

Fushiguro didn’t answer for a while. 

“Quickly. Depending on your answer, I may or may not have to punt you.”

“… I don’t have a particular preference. As long as they have unshakeable character, I can’t ask for more.” Fushiguro said. Yuuji couldn’t see, but Fushiguro didn’t take his eyes off of him all the while. 

Todo didn’t say anything for a while. Then, he released Yuuji. 

And cracked his knuckles. 

“I knew you were boring!” Todo said, and Yuuji just barely tackled him in time to save Fushiguro from 91kg of pure whoop ass crushing him into the dirt. 

“Fushiguro also likes short guys with big boobs! That’s just his women type!” Yuuji said. 

“Huh?”

“Yeah! He’s shy about it is all!” He defended. Todo glanced between him and Fushiguro, calculating. 

Yuuji glanced back at Fushiguro, trying to tell him with his eyes to play along. Fushiguro’s entire face was red and his wide eyed look was as funny as it was concerning. What, did Yuuji get it right or something?

“Yuuji.” Todo said, sounding serious. “What’s your type in men?”

He didn’t see, but Fushiguro stiffened behind him. 

“Uhh, well… I guess if I had to put it into a type… I like tall, dark and handsome guys with a Dorito body shape!” 

“Impeccable answer as always, my brother.” Todo said, grinning at him broadly. 

“I cannot fault your preference for men.” Todo said, turning a much more sly grin onto Fushiguro. “I understand you better now, Fushiguro-kun. And I want you to know— you will have to earn my approval for my brother here.”

Yuuji heard a smack, and looked back to see Fushiguro facepalming. He glanced between the two of them, knowing he’s probably missed something pretty big. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what.

#fushiita #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuuji #meguyuji #meguyuuji #itafushi #ao3 #fic #yes yuujis referring to toji aka his gay awakening #still sorry about that megumi #but i had to do it #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #todo aoi #aoi todo #todo jjk #deleted scene #my fic: trouble in tokyo #sunbeamah

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STUDENT ID #211043899 : PARK SUNGHOON

DETAILS. despite his good looks, sunghoon isn’t very popular. he is however well-known throughout the school for his handsome appearance and being friends with jake sim and jay park, two of the most popular juniors. he’s a quiet and private individual, but is a part of the school’s soccer team—although he mostly sits on the bench. he’s ranked #2 in his grade and is notorious for being in almost every honors class.

STUDENT ID #211042375 : JAKE SIM (SIM JAEYUN)

DETAILS. jake moved to korea his last year of middle school, but was able to adapt quickly to the korean school system. he’s the star player of the school’s soccer team and is in the top 10 for his grade. jake is known for being a kind, well-spoken individual, who is also quite the charmer, or so everyone says.

STUDENT ID #211041987 : JAY PARK (PARK JONGSEONG)

DETAILS. jay, or jongseong, is known for his extremely respectful and polite attitude. he would be considered a teacher’s pet if every student at decelis didn’t like him so much. he can be a little hotheaded on the soccer field, but usually ends the game without any yellow cards. ranked #5 of his class, he is also extremely smart, and especially good at debating. everyone at decelis knows the golden boy jay, and everyone loves him.

STUDENT ID #211042344 : KIM JIMIN

DETAILS. jimin is a part of the school choir, usually getting every solo, and known for her vocals. she’s also on her church’s worship team and a dedicated member. she’s quite popular since she’s on the school’s volleyball team and an overall sweet person. jimin has been best friends with l/n y/n since they were babies at church, so most people who talk to her know about y/n.

STUDENT ID #211049772 : KANG TAEHYUN

DETAILS. taehyun is also a part of the school choir, but nobody at church besides his close friends know he sings beautifully (and he’d like to keep it that way). another kid that was born into the church, hence why him, jimin, and y/n are such good friends. he’s incredibly smart—ranked #1 in his class—but little people know. he’s somewhat known in his school, but people don’t know much about him.

STUDENT ID #240883654 : YANG JUNGWON

DETAILS. jungwon is currently the freshman class president and rank #3 of his grade. although he only does taekwondo at the moment, he is an overall athletic individual who many teams want to recruit (e.g. jake with soccer). he usually hangs out with upperclassmen, being considered one of their "adopted freshmen".

STUDENT ID #240881928 : NISHIMURA RIKI

DETAILS. riki is sometimes called ni-ki since there is another riki in his grade, but his friends still call him riki. he moved here this year, but somehow understand korean pretty fluently. he's known for his excellent dance skills, being the youngest member on the school's dance team, all stars. riki mostly hangs out with jungwon and their upperclassmen friends.

VIEW. masterlist | hanyang gang | i got the perfect guy

SYNOPSIS. it’s been one semester into junior year, yet y/n is still single and crush-less. desperate for a date to prom, she asks all her friends for help to find one. luckily, y/n’s best friend knows the perfect guy—tall, handsome, smart, funny, and he’s the cute guy from summer camp?! too bad he goes to another school.

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Appearance and quirks/hobbies headcanons for Maedhros? (His appearance is so fanonized, so I'm curious...)

Thank you for the ask!! I have to admit my appearance HCs for him are inspired in large part by the art I've seen in fandom! (This is variably true for my appearance HCs. I've got a few I will one day fight fandom about /lh).

Tallest of his brothers and immediate family, obviously, but shorter than Turgon and Thingol. You mostly think he's impressively tall because he's standing next to six other tall guys and he's the tallest of them all.

Handsome/beautiful/etc but also not notably the fairest of his brothers (that's Celegorm!). I think his mother-name is more about his build (very athletic, practical, lean muscle) than his facial features.

Pale grey eyes.

Very deliberate way of moving/holding himself. You would expect him to bump into things because he's, generally, very large, but he does not.

I think the majority of his post-Thangorodrim scars are not from torture/blade/etc but from smashing against the rock wall when he hung, and out of boredom/desperation/etc clawing at his own skin, especially around his right arm. Slightly crooked nose where he smashed against the cliff face and broken it before.

To add on to that: shoulders unevenly set post-Thangorodrim. One is notably higher than the other, giving him a weirdly lopsided look.

I have a lot of Noldor nail-painting hcs & I think Maedhros tends to go for a very classic red/pink/purple nail color when he paints his.

Not a ton of piercings. Has his usual ear piercings and wore a nose ring in Valinor, but doesn't bother with jewelry beyond maybe a few rings and a chain or two in Beleriand.

I usually HC him wearing a prosthetic only for special occasions. He cannot stand to have something strapped to him that way for long. I do think he is very practical about using the stump of his right arm, and uses it very fluidly.

Excellent poker face. Delivers both serious news and jokes in the same flat tone of voice. Genuinely hard to tell if he's fucking with you.

He's one of those guys that has a various hobbies he's pretty invested in without having a strong Thing. He reads, he hunts, he likes to go on walks. He gambles and plays games. He keeps hounds and is fairly invested in their well-being. In his youth he was a semi-okay painter (mostly landscapes) but he stopped doing it during the exile never picked that back up again.

If he's speaking to someone and thinks they're not listening, he'll start saying something ridiculous and/or insulting in the exact same tone of voice to see if they notice. This is mostly a habit he's gained from talking to Maglor, who is fairly distractible when he's bored.

Tendency to think through every action before he takes it, very pronounced. He does not start packing until he knows everything he needs. He does not write letters until he is sure what he will put to paper. Sometimes it is very easily to predict where he is going to go because he maps out his exact path with his eyes.

His bed is a big pile of heavy furs draped over with a few blankets over top. He's a very big guy but there's such a wild misshapen blanket situation going that it's genuinely hard to tell if he's in bed or not if you don't see his head.

A few streaks of white in his hair after his captivity. For a while he dyes his hair, which doesn't end up matching the color due to the dyes he has access to (so the streaks will usually look either bright yellow or red, not copper). Gives up on this towards the end of his life.

#mentions of self harm #maedhros #polutrope

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Unexpected savior

Characters: Isaac Lahey x male reader, mentioned Brett Talbot x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: A bit sad, with a happy ending

Just another beautiful day, walking through a country, you had never visited before. Eat french cuisines, do normal tourist stuff, and even visit vineyards. Living in one of the most luxurious hotels, you had ever seen.

But on that day, you wanted to relax a bit. Seating yourself at a table in a small cafe, waiting for the brown warm gold, brought to you. Together with a small cake, you had ordered.

Life was good, even though your heart ached, hurting after everything that had happened, back in your hometown. A place, you never wanted to go back to. Not only of the hurt you had to go through but also because nothing was there left that, could hold you.

You were playing with the thought to stay in France or Europe, to go to university there. With your grades, it should be fairly easy to switch, but even though you loved the country and its beauty, you could not really get yourself to it yet.

Even though you had flirted with countless guys, in English, French, and even Spanish. Most were quite happily surprised, that you were able to speak all three languages completely fluently.

None of them became more than a hookup. Yes, they were genuinely awesome at that, but they lacked the personality you searched for. 

Originally you had a date in this cafe, but the guy you wanted to meet, dropped out just five minutes before he should’ve been there. Of course, you were bumped out but couldn't do anything about it.

So you sat there alone, drinking your coffee and eating your cake. Until A shadow, blocked out the slightly warm summer sun from you. As you looked up, an athletic, tall guy stood there, an award-winning smile plastered over his face.

„Is this seat free?“, he asked you in perfect English. You could only nod silently, at the handsome stranger. You already melted away thanks to his curly dirty-blond hair and the sky blue eyes that were softly looking at yours.

A typical heartthrob, you would've even thought that he was a born French man, with the confident way he carried himself.

But as he sat down and you two talked a while you learned that he, just like you were born and raised in America. But now lives in France, working for a weapon builder.

You never would have thought he would leave your home country, just to deal with weapons in another one, but who were you to judge? Maybe he had his reasons.

„What does a handsome man like you, here? All alone?“, he asked at some point, a pleasant smile, following his words.

At first, you were hesitant to tell him, but as you thought about it, you told yourself „Fuckt it“, and told him everything.

How you fell in love with this awesome guy at your school. A lacrosse player, maybe the best young player you had ever seen, tall, athletic, slightly going into muscular territory. How his smile melts you every time and his lips could carry you to cloud nine.

You did not even notice how salty, warm tears rolled down your cheeks, until the handsome stranger wiped them away, with a napkin.

„You love him a lot, didn’t you?“ His voice saddened, that you weren’t over your ex-boyfriend yet. He came to you, because he found you attractive, hoping you were single. But that you could be hanging onto someone else, he hadn’t thought about that.

Simply nodding, you tried to dry off your face. Before facing the guy again, „I loved him and I ever will. Not having the chance to say goodbye, will haunt me forever.“

It was then that Isaac realized that something was off. His saddled eyes, shot up instantly, as he hurt your heart beating, and the sadness he had felt once, wash over you. „I’m so sorry, I did not know. How did it happen?“

„A car accident said the police. But when I needed to get in to tell them that it in fact was Brett, my boyfriend, I could see that someone wanted him dead. Not only him but his little sister as well. The car tracks were inconsistent and to identify them was a challenge as well.“

Your sadness vanished and got switched out with pure anger. And Isaac just listened to you. Knew exactly what had happened. Especially after hearing this name. You most likely did not know your ex-boyfriend's secret. But he did, thanks to Scott he sometimes still had contact with.

„Brett actually left me everything he had. I don’t know why, but in this case, his little sister would die too, I would inherit everything. I learned about that, two weeks ago. Since then I fled my hometown and came here.“

Not knowing why, but it felt just right, to tell the stranger your entire life story and he did the same after that. Telling you about the girlfriend he had lost, after someone stabbed her and took the knife out. Before an ambulance could come, she bled out right in front of him.

Maybe it was fat or just pure luck, but two broken souls found each other that day, under the warm summer sun, with the smell of fresh coffee.

Some would say, that they never said a word after that to each other. But the reality was that they got married five years later. Having five beautiful children and you were still blissfully unaware of the supernatural. That would be the only thing, that could rock your perfect world, or maybe not?

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