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#why is he allowed to be anxious but im not
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alright who the fiddly diddly fuck let this man give her six fingers and five toes that is an irresponsible amount of appendages
anyway its her
i was gonna draw a version of her with clothes on as well but somehow mr sam fennah managed to make a character that is an absolute bitch to draw so obviously i did the most courageous thing an artist can do and gave the hell up
im expecting her at my door shortly to strangle me and use my guts as a new scarf and if she does not arrive i wont be mad but i will be very disappointed
(watch satellite city and buy amygdala on february 15th if you havent ok do it do it now)
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unimportantweirdo · 2 years
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other people are allowed to like the things i like other people are allowed to like the things i like other people are allowed to like the things i like other people are allowed to like the things i like
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arthur-r · 6 months
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all my fucking teachers are pitying me though???? like oh my fucking god i thought i wasn’t going to be that person anymore?? are you telling me that mental illness and physical illness and access concerns and low energy and motivation don’t go away when you move four hours away from home????
#my fucking linguistics teacher. is such a good person but i feel so fucking awful and hopeless#he emailed my academic advisor!!!! what is that supposed to mean he thinks i can’t do it#i missed class on wednesday because i was having combination flare-up and panic attack (where i feel sick and it makes me anxious and the#anxiety makes me sick and it keeps going in this evil cycle and i can’t make it stop)#everyone is out here four weeks into the semester saying ‘‘this isn’t like you’’ maybe it is though????#‘if my very existence is so fragile that i can only hold onto it three months out of the year am i allowed to make it define me??#am i allowed to say i’m not myself right now or is this the most myself i’ve ever been?#if i only look like myself from the right angle in the right lighting with the right frame of mind / maybe myself is not my self after all’’#^ shitty poetry i wrote in fucking 2020. here i am again. it just keeps coming back!!!!#i feel sick. every second i spend trying not to be so desperate and alone just leads to more lonely desperation just later??#you can’t just fill emptiness with limited human connection and expect it to stay filled when they leave???? unthinkable#why is my teacher saying my fucking name???? why is my teacher saying my fucking name i’m not fucking broken#like i feel like they’re putting me on suicide watch when i didn’t fucking do anything. oh my god there’s room inspection today#i’m in my bed sobbing there’s going to be fucking room inspection today#that’s fine. that will be fine. i’m going to class soon anyway. i dont know. it’s just. like everyone is trying to make me feel seen#but i don’t WANT to be seen i want it not to MATTER i don’t want to be identified as struggling!!!!#because first and foremost this is an issue of failing my classes. and i want to look away and pretend that’s not true#and everyone is watching me struggle and sending kind heartfelt messages. saying i just seem sad and distant#but im NOT and i WASNT and they don’t understand that i’m just fucking like this!!!! i’m not failing because i’m depressed i wasnt depressed#until i started failing. they think that if i can push away the feelings there’s a functional human being underneath#‘​‘i found you on the floor like you wanted to / now i thought you wanted more is this all that you could be????’’#im so caught on how he was using my name. what the fuck is that about. it wasn’t in a normal way it was apposition. it was manufactured#‘​‘sorry you’ve been under the weather [comma] arthur [comma] but glad you’ll be in class. just let me know if i can help’’#i dont know. am i the only person who feels like it’s talking-to-depressed-people-101?? Remember To Make Them Feel Human. Give Them Identity#Say Their Name so they know anybody fucking cares. i know i sound fucking insane right now i’m sorry#my only real friend here is out of town this weekend. i just feel lonely and isolated with no way to break out of it#crazy idea you guys ​maybe i shouldn’t be in the fucking honors program if i’m like this already. four fucking weeks in#i dont know. i just feel really upset and strange and broken and everywhere at once. i hope everyone is okay#vent cw#friends only
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rusmii · 23 days
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🎧₊ FUCK HIM, I'LL BE YO' BABY DADDY INSTEAD
homewrecker!chuuya, dazai, kunikida, fukuzawa, sigma, fyodor, nikolai x fem!reader who's in a toxic relationship
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tags. hardcore smut, sfw hcs (not rlly sfw hcs), nsfw scenarios, toxic (ex) bf, ur favs fuck you so good🤞, cheating, fingering, g-spot hitting, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, dubcon i think?, stalking, porn videos/photos, p->v, lying, no used protection, cuckholding, inviting third person, cowgirl, mating, doggy, cuffed and gagged, bondage gear, clit stimulation, praise/degration, spanking, revenge sex, sex ed lessons, oral (f/m), blowjobs, cunnilingous, nikolai eating readers pussy while carrying her on the wall, g-spot hitting, mentioned nikolai murdering your ex 💀, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL, BANNERS/DIVIDERS MADE BY ME.
ps. I HATE THIS POST SM. IM NEVER WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAINNN😭😭 !!!! as u can see i removed ango and tecchou..
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00.1 #𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀
CONFUSED ASF.
honestly brought up the topic abt calling the police multiple times.
is so sosososo confused on why you don't want him to help you and take care of the man :(
you're his best friend, so why don't you ask him for help??
well... he gets his answer one day when your urgently call him to come over.
The door swung opened. There, Kunikida saw you dressed in your skimpy lingerie with a small smirk on your face. "Kuni~ So glad to have you join us for tonight's punishment!" Confused, Kunikida raised his brow. "Is there something wrong?" He asks, allowing himself into the coze of your home — shutting the door lock. You shook your head, "No, just needed you and my boyfriend for something today." Your boyfriend. Concealing his snarl, Kunikida clears his throat and asks you to lead the way.
When you open the door down the hall, Kunikida is met by a man handcuffed and gagged in a chair as well as... bondage gear..? "[Name], what is this?" Kunikida questions, anxious about what you were going to say next. You say nothing and drag him inside the room, locking the door shut before having him sit on the bed. You bend your knees, now eye level to Kunikida's crotch, and what you say next surprises the fuck out of him. "Let's cuck my ex?"
Least to say, Kunikida couldn't deny your request — with how wonderfully beautiful you are, bouncing on his cock. He groans, your insides felt absolutely amazing. "[Name]~ Just like that, rotate your hips just like that - Ghnn~" He places his hands on your hips. You turn back to look at him, a lewd expression hidden by your composed structure. "Oh fuck! Mhm~ Kunii~ Your cock is so biiiigg!" You moan — Kunikida, as an ideal man, never thought that he'd let his best friend cowgirl him in front of her boyfriend. But yet again, you did say that he was your ex right before he started.
So he doesn't need to feel guilty because of his morals, right? That set aside, Kunikida glances at your ex, his face full of snot and tears. He grits his teeth, suddenly feeling hard as hell when he realizes that you were close. Your pussy clamps hard on his dick, the pressure causing him to thrust upwards. "OH!~ Fuck!~ Kunikida!!!~" You mewl, loving this sudden surprise. "Shut it - you whores are always so damn loud," he finally let loose, thrusting up roughly every chance he got.
You squeal, legs shaking and head thrown back. You could hear the muffle yells of your ex, but you didn't care. You didn't want to fuck his pussy soaked wrinkled dick from other girls. So as a last farewell, you spread open your legs — wide. "Kuni!~ Kuni!~ Gonna cum!~" You warn a second before you came — your juices spraying everywhere in front of you. Seconds after, Kunikida came deep inside your pussy — breeding you right in front of your ex boyfriend.
00.2 #𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀
not much to say abt him since I didn't study up on his chara😞🙏
BUUT. fukuzawa would totally def be the type to let you come into his office at any given moment for his comfort :(
honestly wanted to murder the dude but remembered his principles and how he left behind that past, so he refrains from prying too deep into your business.
always there to lend a helping hand at tending to your bruises if you got any
even rubbing your clit to make you feel better on d-day of your break up:(
An audible groan came from you. Your legs spread wide open as you sat on Fukuzawa's lap. His fingers treading towards the depths of your lower half. "Fuku.." You whisper, turning your head to kiss him. He engulfs your lips without hesitation, his fingers finding your clit and circling around it slowly.
"There, there my lovely - he does not deserve you 'nor your love, my dear," he says softly into your ear. His raspy voice doing wonders to rile up your arousal. "It feels good~" A faint moan escapes from you as your fist clutches the fabric of his black haori — his green yukata wrapped around your naked body. "Does it? Then does this feel good as well?" He asks, his other hand on your breast, stimulating your nipple.
The soft tease of your privates sent waves of faint pleasure down your spine. "Hn~ Fuku~.. T-that - hic! Uh-huhh..~" You nod your head, unable to talk through your sobs. "Alright," he chuckles, fingers gliding back to your waist to bring your slipping body back up on his lap. "No need to cry, darling. That man does not know what he is losing." He wipes your tears.
Fukuzawa's hands grope at your breasts, softly and gently. "Break up with him today - you deserve better," he whispers into your ear, his fingers trailing down your breasts to your pelvic area. You hiccuped, feeling disarrayed. "But - Ghn!~" Cutting out any doubts you have left in your system, Fukuzawa flicks at your labia — his fingers making its way to your clit once again.
"You can. Don't let that man scare you." He starts rubbing at a rhythm he knows that's sure to get you squealing in his lap. "Fukufukufuku!~ - zawaannn!!" A long moan strides from your throat — his deep grumble faint. Fukuzawa uses his other to grab your cell, and the first looks for is your boyfriend's. As your high approaches it's max, you hear the sound of a phone ringing.
"As you cum, you're going to break up with your him," Fukuzawa whispers into your ear right before you heard your boyfriends agitated voice — never mind that. You feel his slender fingers slipping in and out of your cunt. The feeling excited you. "I - uh.. - 'M brea - Eehn!~ Breaking up with youuu!!~" You squeal, Fukuzawa's fingers being forced out with the pressure of your orgasm.
Fukuzawa hung up as soon as you announced it, rubbing circles on your stomach. "Good girl, you did so wonderful [Name]. See? There was nothing to fear."
00.3 #𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀
this most likely happened at his casino
like say one day he sees you and goes "ooo pretty girl - nvm she got a husband'
but he sort of js watches you through his screens or subtly follows u around??? man can blend in but bit perfectly
so imagine his reaction one day when he catches your husband cheating on u with another girl in ur bedroom while u were in the shower?
yes he saw through the cams
easy! do the same while he's in the shower ;))
after sigma showed you all the evidence of your husband's affair, you were more than willing to get fucked the same way. "Fuck!~ Sir!~" You moan his name, yelping when a hand collides with your ass. "Shut it. Or do you want to get caught?" Sigma tuts, more motivated than ever when he hears your lewd mewls. But in truth, Sigma was nervous — what if you hadn't reacted the way you did? What then?
Your pussy clenches tight around his dick, bringing him back from stress hell. "Fuuck~ [Name], your - female reproductive system feels soo goood~" He moans from behind you, a hand smacking your ass. "Ah~ Th-the fuck - Gnh!~ Did you just say?" — "I said your pussy feels good! Now shut the fuck up before your cheating scum of a husband comes out and sees how much of a slut his wife is," he threatens — a sharp thrust ripping a moan out of you.
"A - yes sir! Mhmm~" A hand shoves your head down into the pillow. You hear Sigma mutter something, but you didn't bother to pay attention to it — having such good dick drill your pussy was mind numbing. "Ahn!~ Heen!!~" — "Shut up!" Sigma hisses, his thrusts speeding up. "Did you hear that? The tap turned off - your husband is coming out soon. And you better cream my dick before he does."
You mewl from his roughness, starting to feel that long awaited build up tip over. "Si-gmaa!!~ 'M cummin!!! Please! I'm gunna! - " The door is slammed open amidst your very loud moaning. You hear a gasp, and an angry shout come from the man behind you guys. "Shitshit - Mrs. [Surname] - your pussy feels sooo good," Sigma groans, pushing his dick inside your pussy as far as he can.
"[NAME]! What the fuck?!" — "Quiet. Your wife is a busy woman," Sigma shuts him up, pointing to your convulsing pussy wrapped around his dick.
00.4 #𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑
is honestly not surprised by how toxic your relationship is
he knows that you're a person who's easily manipulated by those you care about
an absolute doormat you were
fyodor understands the emotions; fear and sadness — but what he doesn't do is sympathize for those who has it
when you came crying to him about how your boyfriend wouldn't have sex with such an inexperienced woman, he knew now that this was the perfect opportunity to teach you the sex ed you didn't know
Fyodor's nimble fingers dangle down your jawline, your face clutched in his palm. "Open your jaw, Angel." Though what intended to sound like a gentle reminder, served as a command by the male above you. Opening your mouth without complaint, you let him guide your lips to the tip if his dick.
"Now remember," his soft voice echoes through the room. "Tongue first, swirl it. Then suck the tip." Doing as he says, you start off slow — the hand softly petting your head encouraging you pick up your pace. "Mhm~ Very good," Fyodor groans, watching as almost half his dick gets slobbered up by you. He smirks, the advice he was teaching you was to specifically pleasure him, and only him. But of course, you didn't need to know that. Not when you were following his instructions so good.
"Angel~ Such a good girl~" He moans when you start engulfing his cock whole. "Ghic - Mhm - Fwyo," you gurgle, choking on his dick. Despite that, Fyodor understood everything you were trying to convey. "Don't worry, darling. 'M close, you can breathe till then." A hand picks at the root of your hairs, massaging your scalp as praise.
You whimper, your oxygen level starting to get low. Attempting to get him off quicker, you use your hands to jack off the remaining visible skin. Fyodor hisses, an audible moan leaves his mouth when his dick twitches. "Angel - just like that~ Keep doing that, good girl - fuck - Ангел!" As his lips part, he slips in a foreign word to you — a jaw dropping grip held tightly on your scalp as he came.
Because of the tight space between your head and his hands, you were forced to stay where you were, taking everything his dick had to offer. After a minute or two, Fyodor leveled his breathing and peered down. Your etched tongue and wide-eyed expression made him tingle a bit — "God - [Name]..." he heaves breathlessly, caressing your hair. Oh ‐ Fyodor was going to teach you well all right — your boyfriend is surely going to love your newly learned techniques once he's done with you.
00.5 #𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈
BRO. THIS GUY.
being dismissive of your situation is not like him at ALL.
so yk what he does??? straight up murders the man and dumps him into the river to free you
then what do he do after that??
go to your place, relax, make you laugh, and get you to feel better abt yourself! — I mean, not like you weren't already feeling good, your ex of a bitch is finally gone from your life
and nikolai does give you the best night treatment of all time too;D (totally not my make up for the lack of nikolai)
"Fuck! Nikolai!~" You cursed, burning pleasure filling your veins as you were slammed onto the wall. Your legs were wrapped around Nikolai's head as he ate you out, using his surprisingly muscular strength to carry you with ease. His tongue danced around your labia and into your folds, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. "Niko..~ Do something!" You whine, pushing his head further down in an attempt to feel more than the teasing tingling bits of pleasure.
He pulls away, a toothy grin staring right up at you. "Nu-uh," was all he said before planting a kiss on your thigh. " 'M gonna eat this pussy out like hub star~" — "Then hurry the fuck u-p-oghnn!!~" Your back arches off the wall, his tongue digging straight into your cunt. "Niko-Nikoniko!~ Th-at..~ Don't stop!" You plead as you moan. The white-haired man smiles against your pussy, his tongue roughly fucking into your sopping cunt.
"Ehn!!~ Fuck! Right there~" Grinding your crotch on his absolutely slobbered face, you release a long train of squeals. Nikolai curled his tongue, trying to find your g-spot. It took a few tries, but he knew he got it when you flinched and started squirming in his arms. "Fwucking sluut~" Nikolai's giggles were muffled by your cunt — but that didn't stop him from giving you teasing comments.
" 'M not!!!- Oghhh!~" He smiles, knowing that you're close. " 'Yer gunna cum on my tongue 'n nothing else!" He says happily, slurping up all your juices before shoving his tongue back inside with full force. Curling with such vigor, that tiny piece of flesh was hitting all the right spots in your pussy. "Nikolai!!!~ Nikolai!~ 'M - 'M -- Cu - !!!"
Without warning, a blast of your juices spraying onto Nikolai's face, blinding him for just a moment. He shuts his eyes, eager to keep going until you're whimpering in overstimulation — "Was I a better muncher than that stupid boy toy of yours?~" He asks, through his lopsided and arousal slobbered smile. But before you could answer, you felt yourself being pulled off the wall and thrown onto the bed. Oh man, tonight was gonna be a long night of relaxation.
00.6 #𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈
give him credit, dazai is trying his best not to shoot him on site — fingers itching the trigger on the gun in his back pocket.
he literally stalks him and takes photo/video evidence of everything your boyfriend does — threatening to show the world about his infidelity to the world.
sure, people in Japan wouldn't care as much as people from the west but at least women know who to look out for.
so that's what he ends up doing — exposing him to the world and tagging his company, his hookups, his family, everyone that dazai could get his information on.
you, on the other hand, came crying to dazai's doorstep when you were blamed for everything.
perfect — he thinks. now that you were here, he'd show you how much of a douche your boyfriend actually was.
"[Name]~ Come on, I know you can do it," Dazai purrs into the nape of your neck, his hot breath fanning your ear. "I - 'M trying! Hn~" You moan uncomfortably. Being shoved face down into the sheets wasn't the idle position for you, but who were you to complain when you were getting dicked down so good.
Dazai thrusts inside your cunt slowly, forcing you to feel every vien and crook his dick had to offer. Your body shook, his dick plunging straight into your core — almost hitting your cervix. "Mhm~ Darlin', you feel so good," He praises. "Dazai..~" You mewl his name, your body responding to him well. Dazai's hand presses your back, forcing your face to dig deeper into the pillow. "Your boyfriend won't mind if I fuck my children into his girlfriends womb, hm?~"
"Heii!~ Y-yes he wouldhnn!!~" You grit your teeth, pleasure racking up your body as he rotates his hips slowly. Dazai made an annoyed grunt, "What?" He makes a sharp thrust. "That's not what he told me the other day." He says, shocking you. "Huh? - What does..nn~ That mean..?" You ask — questions full of doubt starting to take over. Did your boyfriend not care about you anymore?
Dazai chuckles, another calculated thrust sliding over your g-spot. Like he could he read your thoughts, he pats your ass softly. "Aw~ 'M, so sorry, dear... Has he not been telling you of all his bitches he's been fucking behind your back?" And right on cue, you start to thrash in his grip. "Shut up! No, he didn't! Osamu - I swear to god -" — "Then what's this?" Cutting you off, Dazai shoves his phone in front of your face and starts swiping on the multiple photos of girls being dicked by your boyfriend.
You froze, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Was he really doing these things behind your back?... "Poor [Name], so naive.." Dazai thrusts slowly behind you. You sniffle, "He.. - How long?" — "A week after you two started going out," he says, dragging a thrust. Dazai then swipes onto a video of your boyfriend and a girl in the same position as you and him — pressing play, he sets the pace and rhythm to match your boyfriends.
"See that? How he thrusts inside his bitch like you never existed?" His words stung, the moans of your boyfriends stung, everything stung. "If he's fucking her like that then..." A powerful, deep thrust came from him. "Then he wouldn't mind this, now would he?" You sigh, pleasure starting to consume your senses again. "Yeah.." You moan.
Closing your eyes and letting your head fall back onto the pillow. Dazai smirks, playing the video louder — thrusting faster to have your moans drown out the video. He could feel your cunt squeeze his dick — a painful groan escaped his lips. "Fuck - [Name] keep squeezing like that." His thrusts now shallow and fast. "Hiinnn!!~ Osamu!!~ Osamu!~ I - Can't -" — "Hold it," he orders, his sloppy thrusts becoming vigorous.
"Ha~ Mhm!~ 'Sam-'samu!!~" You squeal, legs giving up as you came — your pussy squeezing him so tight he only had a second to bracr himself for his orgasm. "Fuuuck~..." He groans next to your ear, dutifully creaming your insides. "Haa~ normally.. I'd call you a bad girl and - hgn~ Punish you, but..." He pulls out, flipping you over on your back and spreading your legs. He watches as his cum oozes out your pussy, and grabs his phone.
He angles the phone to capture his still hard dick along with your pussy and fucked out face. "This seems like a fitting punishment enough for another person." He laughs. Going to your boyfriends number and sending him the picture, captioned; 'Be prepared to raise my children;)’
00.7 #𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 (fic bonus!)
anger. anger was all he felt every time he opened his door to see your swollen eyes and packed backpack whenever you and your boyfriend had a fight.
"shit - you okay?" he would ask as he settles you in, bringing you a cup of hot chocolate to sip while he runs you a bath.
and when you tell him you're fine, he calls bullshit but doesn't pry you further, wanting to get you as comfortable as possible at the moment.
"why don't you leave him? you're friends with the fucking mafia for fucks sake." he groans next to you, a cozy blanket. a bit too intimate for friends but it didn't matter if you two were close friends.
"it takes time. besides, i love him too much to leave him like that." you would reply back, leaning your head on his shoulder. the action not helping him stay in his lane.
it starts with small and subtle actions. things your boyfriend would refuse to do, chuuya did with/for you.
it made your heart swell every time, and just when chuuya thinks he's finally got you in his grasp — you go and happily announce your ex's fake ass apology.
this irks chuuya to the fucking core. what the hell does that serial cheat have that he doesn't? he's got money, looks, hell — the goddamn loyalty your ex lacks.
but every failed opportunity eventually combines into a one in a life time chance, right?
You sniffle, the alcohol intoxicating your system was finally reaching its peak. you glance at chuuya, his red face from the intensity of the situation and the wine from moments earlier made you fell swell inside. "Chuuya," you tug on his sleeve, making him look at you. "What? Wanna talk shit 'bout that dick more? -" — "- I think I love you."
Chuuya froze — was he hearing things right? Or was it just the alcohol buzzing his brain? "What?" He asks, still unsure of what he heard. "Thank you," you corrected your mistake, turning away when he attempts to lean closer to you. "No - I heard what you said. You said you loved me," he insists, taking you by the arm when you try to get up. You shook your head, invulnerability starting to wall up. "No, I didn't."
"You did." He repeats, dragging you back down into his lap. Though you couldn't see him, you could feel him burying his head into the back of your neck. "You love me," he whispers again — like it was some sort of affirmative confirmation. You stayed silent, afraid of what you might say next.
But what happens next is a blur. One thing happened that led to another, and another, and another — A groan falls next to your ear. His lips pursed, giving your ear a soft kiss before moving down to where your neck was. A line of hickies was the aftermath of the marking attack. "Chuuya," you say.
"I know," he says back. Stripping you of your clothes while trying to unbuckle his belt at the same time. You took pity on his struggle and took off your own shirt, unlacing his belt for him with a few twists. He stood on his knees, drunkenly watching with only one goal in mind — to take care of you.
"Lay down for me," he commands — your nimble fingers pressing against his chest as he circles up your waist, unclipping your bra and tossing it aside. Listening without a complaint, you lay still — the humming buzz from the wine, making you feel light-headed and impulsive. Chuuya's fingers make it to the waistband of your underwear, pulling on the elastic to stretch it — dragging the piece of cloth down your legs.
The cold air presses your labia — a foreign feeling from the lack of sexual activity between you and your boyfriend. And Chuuya knew that all too well. So when his fingers approach your lips, he's careful to gently touch it. You whine, the feathery feeling of his fingers rubbing your folds wasn't giving you enough stimulation to feel pleasure.
Chuuya swats away your hand from your clit, tsking as he does so. " 'M the one taking care of you - trust me, m'kay?" He soothes you, placing your hand back down to the side before readjusting his position. Chuuya was now hovering over your body — his already lubricated fingers pushing in one at a time. Your breath hitched, toes curled, and lashes futtered. "Ch-chuuya~..." You moan his name, the foreign feeling being washed away by a new sense of tingling pleasure. "Don't moan my name just yet - we haven't even got to the fun part," he says, his lone finger curling over your sensitive spot.
"O-okay - Hc!~" Another finger entered you. This time, the burning stretch was more noticeable. Chuuya notices your slightly scrunched face and bends down to give you a chaste kiss. "It's 'kay," he mumbles on the corner of your lips. " 'Tis only gonna hurt for a little bit - I know pain like this will soon turn into ecstasy for my girl when I do this." He curls his fingers, both brushing over your g-spot while he does. "Ghn ~ Hic -" Your eyes roll up slightly, the sudden bundle of pleasure hitting you like a boulder.
"Fuck - Fuck~" You drunkenly moan, the back hairs of your nape zizzing up from the chill. "Mhm, keep doing that," you command, letting out another loud moan when Chuuya rolls over your g-spot again. "Clit stim?" He asks, already rubbing your nub with another finger — but really, there was no point in him asking if he was just going to go ahead and do it. "Sh-it ~" A moan came from you, your head tilted back.
After a few more curls of his fingers, you felt that pressure in your abdomen that you craved for so long. "Chu-Chu- 'M gonna - Cu - Hnn~" His fingers picked up the pace when he heard your little warning. "Cummin'?" He chuckles, his fingers rubbing your spot. "Chuuya!~" You moan his name, feeling your approaching high climbing the coaster faster. "Fuck - can't believe I get to experience this. So fucking pretty - 'yer so damn beautiful." He praises. A combo that never ended well with holding out on your orgasms.
Your back arches, feet kicking the sheets as your hands desperately grasp for anything it can. "Cu-Please~ 'M - " — "Cum for me," Chuuya orders, his final swirl causing you to spiral. The peak of the coaster now falling down. "Shiiit - pretty girl." Chuuya spoke as he watches you drench his fingers. Once you were done with your high, you look up at Chuuya — his face glaring with glea. "Hi."
"Hi. How was it?" He asks you, rubbing soothing circles on the side of your leg. You laid there, reflecting on what you just done. Letting your best friend finger the fuck out of you even though you had a boyfriend. Oh fucking — what a damn predicament you were in. "I -.. I don't know." You admit, the awkward feeling of post orgasm hitting you. In a way, you felt guilty. Cheating on your boyfriend like that — but at the same time you felt giddy. The pleasure of sex finally being given to you by your best friend.
"Don't think too hard 'bout it," he picks up your hand and kisses your knuckle. "I'll be a better baby daddy then that fucker ever was." He winks with a smile, bringing your hand down to his twitching cock.
"I'll be a better baby daddy then that fucker ever was." Was the last rational thing you heard before you started stroking his cock. His breath hitched — a sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. "Fuck - you really know how to stroke a cock," he chuckles, watching as you smear his precum around his dick. "Hm~ Maybe you just never had a good stroke before," you tease his tip, a bubbly smirk donning your face.
He grins, stopping you from doing anymore and pushing you down on the bed. "Maybe - how 'bout you show me how good pussy feels next," he challenges, pushing inside your already stretched cunt. "Oh fuck! - Chuuya~" You moan, his dick curving perfectly inside your walls. "Hnn..." He grunts above, throwing your legs over his shoulders. "Finger fucked the shit outta' you earlier. Now my dick is gonna do the same," he pulls out just to the tip and gives you a harsh, first thrust.
Angling his thrust perfectly on the first try, Chuuya groans when he feels your walls clamp tighter. "Shiiit - baby you feel so fuckin' good." You moan at his praise, the feeling of his dick so snug inside was making you tear up. "Mhm!~ Chu - Hic - Good! Soo guuudd~" You slur on your words — Chuuya dicking you down better then any man that has even touched you.
He smirks, rotating his hips, watching as your eyes water even more due to the slight intoxication from the wine earlier. "Hnn~ Wait - 'Tis not enough." You whine, your head drooping to side. Chuuya curses. In normal circumstances, he'd tell you to ease up and love you slowly — but now? well, now the alcohol wants him to go to pound town on your pussy. And he was going to do exactly that.
Chuuya pulls out to the tip again, slamming his hips against yours as he thrusts inside. This time, instead of getting you adjusted to his cock, Chuuya fucks you with vigor. "Fuck!~" You moan, back arching off the bed a little. "Bitch wanna get fucked like the little cheating whore you are? Shit - I'll give ya' the same fuckin' treatment as porno hires." Threat or not, it was fucking hot. You loved the dirty talk and rough treatment Chuuya was giving you.
Folding you over, Chuuya picks up his pace — his dick now ghosting out of your entrance as it fills up your cunt every millisecond. "Chuuyya~ Chuuya!~ Chuuyaahnn!!~" He hears you sputter his name — drool dripping down from the corner of your mouth. Chuuya sees and sticks his fingers inside your mouth, moaning at the sudden clench of your cunt. "T-Toooo muuuchh!!!~" You gag on his fingers, tongue webbing around them.
"Nah - you said you needed this," he lied, putting words into your mouth. "So don't go fucking wailing like a damn hurt dog - remember, you were the one who pounced on me like a cheating little slut." He exaggerates on the last three words like it was his bragging rights. "C-can't!" You twist your body, the overwhelming pleasure building too much on your abdomen. Chuuya cooed, mockingly. "Yes, you can, sweetheart. Don't let my dick get in the way of your creamin'."
A loud moan escapes Chuuya's mouth as your pussy latches onto his dick — dragging its velvety walls so nicely. "Fuuuckiinn---ggg shiiiiit - [Namenamename] - making me feel so - Ghn~ Fuck! Good~" — Hiinnnn!!~ Chuuyyaaaa!!!~" You both spew nonsense at the same time, the wine finally taking its toll on your conscious control.
"Fuuckfuckkfuckfuckkk~ 'M cummin - Shit I'm -" Chuuya whines, the pleasure overtaking him, his rhythm stuttering and his dick twitching uncontrollably inside your pussy. You couldn't even speak anymore — all sorts of voiced thoughts were replaced by moans. "Shit - you cummin'? Can feel you squeezing the shit outta' my dick..." He grunts.
After a couple more thrusts and Chuuya's fuse fucking blew. He was cumming so hard his eyes rolled back and he had to clutch you to keep himself grounded. Once he opened his eyes, he was met to the sight of your fucked out, twitching body — and a lovely creampie! Hopefully, your boyfriend doesn't mind the fact that you two didn't use protection.
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hisfearlesshaz · 2 years
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#i honestly wish i could stop lying to my mother but she has to let me live my fucking life and she just. doesn't.#gotta allow myself that privilege because i would go mad otherwise lmao#idk it's kinda sad i can't live one (1) day without lying to her to avoid (or at least try) making her upset and arguing#i truly can't wait to fuck off to work in the mountains and then in belgium and to not see her and everyone else until february#maybe i should feel sad about not seeing my family for almost like 8 months but do i?????? no. and it's not my fault#my alarm is set for 5:30 and it's already past 1 i should really sleep#but i can't because im thinking about what i have to tell her in order to be able to do what i want#rn im my plan is#my best friend is going to be in germany and then colombia and then i'll be in belgium#he works until 4-5pm so can i have dinner with him and have his mom bring me back home after her dinner with friends?#oh yes obviously he has to take care of his little siblings so we'll be home!!!!#i can prepare dinner for mom etc in advance so they can just heat it when they get home + do whatever house chore there's to do#be home for midnight like im fucking 16#i really need her to believe all this stuff and let me go 😭#i don't even know why im writing all this here lmaoooo#MAYBE i can manage to sleep now that i wrote it down and sent it to the void#im just. anxious as usual when i have to ask for things (and lie lmao) but also excited because IF IT WORKS!!!!!!!!!#and i have a super busy but hopefully amazing week ahead of me#i mean i still have tomorrow to spend with my dad in switzerland#and then next week can start but oh god#if it works im gonna see ashe billie ed and harry in the same fucking week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#sounds silly but concerts truly make me happy 😭#i would probably cry if i had to stay home and#1-do NOTHING but waiting for my mom to come home#2- waste the ticket money#3- not see ashe when she's in italy!!! and i have a ticket!!!!!!!!!! jesus#im trying not to be too optimistic so that if it doesn't work im kind of prepared but I KNOW i would just be even more annoyed at mom#like when i decided to stay with her for the long weekend instead of going on vacation with my dad#and ended up cooking two times a day for 5-6 people and not seeing her almost all day when i could've been in some amazing place in tuscany#i say i don't care but here i am again. jesus sam get it together and move on it's not the end of the world let yourself be happy!!!
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astrolynnworld · 3 months
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movie date
pairings: switch!chris x reader
summary: you and chris are at the movie theater and chris starts to get horny.
warnings: smut, switch chris, fingering, oral, exhibitionism, language, mommy/daddy kink, praise.
a/n: since you guys loved my last sub story with chris i decided to give you guys a best of both worlds 🫡
word count: 1,255
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chris holds the door for you as you guys walk into the theater
“after you, princess” he says as he gestures his hand out for me to go first. i laugh at the corniness that is chris sturniolo
nonetheless i walk in first as he trails behind me. we had already bought our tickets online so we just had to go to the employee working at the front desk to confirm our purchase and further allow us entry.
“do you want anything to eat before we go in, bae?” chris asks
“can we share a popcorn please?” i ask back
“i love when you know what i like” he remarks with a smile
after getting our popcorn, we find the theater number for our showing and get comfortable in the first open seats we could find.
as the trailers play, me and chris are having little side conversations about which movies look interesting enough to see for future dates.
we continuously eat our popcorn as the lights dim, signaling that the movie will begin soon.
about 10 minutes into the movie i decided to lift the arm rest up and get comfortable in chris’s lap as we finish the last bits of popcorn
“why does every movie theater have to be freezing?” i ask rhetorically
chris laughs, “here” he says while taking off his sweater to wrap around me while i lay on his lap
i smile as the small romantic gesture.
we continue to watch the movie without a word. although, i do start to shuffle around trying to find a better position where my body wont feel uncomfortable.
soon after, i start to hear chris’s heartbeat pick up.
“are you okay?” i ask the anxious boy
“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” he responds
i leave it alone from there.. until i start to feel an growing imprint on my back
chris was getting hard. what from? i don’t know
“chris .. are you hard?” i ask
“im sorry.. i can’t help it when you’re this close to me, i can feel the warmth of your body” he replies.
“do- do you want me to take care of it?” i say while raising up so i can get closer to his face
“but- y/n there’s people around” chris says while anxiously looking around
“come on chris, there’s nobody in our row. nobody will be able to see, all you have to do is just keep quiet.. can you do that for me like a good boy?” i say while rubbing on his hard dick
“hugh.. of course i can miss” chris states while entering his submissive state
i personally love when chris is submissive, he gets so needy and cute. i would do nothing more than to always be the one in charge when it came to chris
“good boy.” i reply, knowing these words are his weak spot
i pull out his dick and start softly touching the tip just to tease him a little. he throws his head back on the chair.
the movie theater was dark but that doesn’t stop me from seeing the red throbbing tip that lies in front of me
“when’s the last time you touched yourself, chris?”
“i don’t touch myself, i wait for you”
now if i wasn’t already turned on by this whole scenario, this sentence would have sent me into a spiral.
i knew the last time we had sex was over 3 days ago, had he really not cum in three days?
“good. i want you to always keep it like that. good boys don’t cum when mommy’s not around”
i felt it throb in my hand.
“awe do you like when i talk to you like this baby?”
“mommy please.” he whines
“please what, baby?”
“please put it in your mouth” he tries to whisper
with this phrase i immediately put as much of him in my mouth as i could.
the speed of my motion caught him off guard so he let out a huff that almost blew our cover.
i put my right hand over his mouth and used my left hand to stroke whatever could not fit in my mouth.
i stroke stroke stroke, spit spit spit, lick lick lick, just being sloppy on his dick cause i knew that’s what he liked the most.
“fuck y/n your mouth is absolutely amazing” he iterated in an exasperated moan
he started to thrust up into my mouth, forcing his cock deeper.
gagging on his dick, i let him continue because i knew he was about to cum
“omg omg omg i’m gonna-“ the boy says before releasing spurts of semen down my throat
“fuck y/n..” he says out in breathy moans
i swallow his semen and give him a kiss to further lay back in my original position
“oh we’re not done” he says after i get back in my spot on his lap
“wha-“ i’m cut short as i feel his hands slide down into my underwear
“you’re so wet baby, is that all from me?”
the code switch drove me insane, how he went from calling me mommy 3 minutes ago to calling me baby in that patronizing tone
“hmm? i need you to speak for me baby” he says while gently rubbing my clit in circles
“fuck chris, yes this is from you.” i say inbetween breaths trying to maintain my volume
“you sound so good when you say my name like that” he says keeping the pace steady
“chris i need you to go faster please” i plead
“beg me princess.” he says in a stern dominant tone
how could a sentence be so hot?
“please chris please go faster, i neeeed to feel you so bad… do your worst to me daddy”
this ignited a new passion in chris, a passion to make you a fuzzy brained mess for his fingers.
“you’re gonna regret saying that, princess”
he uses the wetness of my pussy to slide his fingers on in.
i freeze at the feeling of his fingers going in because immediately after, he starts thrusting his fingers inside of me as a pace uncomprehending
“chri- chris.” i moan quietly while trying to pull away from him
“don’t move princess, don’t you wanna be a good girl?” he says mockingly
i thrust my body up trying to follow the rhythm of his fingers as he pushes and curls his fingers deeper inside of me
“that’s it my pretty girl, feel good for me”
i continue to use my body to push into his fingers, feeling the knot in my stomach start to untie.
he pulls his fingers out and starts fastly circling my clit once again so he can help me reach my climax.
i cover my mouth in pleasure while pushing out the feeling of my orgasm.
“cum for me princess, you’re doing so good” he says as he talks me through it
losing control of my hips i start bucking into his hand while letting out my high.
“you just squirted all over the chair” chris says as i relax my body
“huh?” i have him repeat
“the chair.. look”
the chair next to us was covered in my juices
“oh my god.” i say as a notice the scene
“we need to clean this up” i continue
“after baby, i wanna enjoy you for right now.” chris says
he grabs me back in his lap to cuddle as we finish the movie.
“we’re definitely gonna have to rewatch this movie” i say laughing
“oh yeah for sure” he responds.
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a/n: thank y’all for reading this!! hope you guys enjoyed <33
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venusvxen · 11 months
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The Outer Man Cannot Desire For He Does Not Exist
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This may sound a bit hypocritical given what my last post was BUT. Hear me out!
This is not a take that should be taken too serious. It either resonates with you or doesn’t but this is a way of thinking that soothes me and relieves my anxiety.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how Edward and Neville go on about how all desire comes from within and have been taking that literally. Seriously.
What I found is that I can be going through very trying horrible circumstances on the outside but still be content and giddy and warm and bubbly on the inside which really does lead me to co-sign this statement 100% but that’s not the point of this post.
Because of this “all desire comes from within” mantra… It’s made me think about why I fall out of states. Why do I happen to feel anxious and feel wanting and desire inside despite feeling all those beautiful lovely emotions from my new state that I’ve accepted as true?
It’s because the inner man is acting as the outer man and seeing life through the outer man to desire.
If all desire comes from inside that means that all our thoughts, all our anxieties, all our stresses, ALL of it simply comes from what our inner man is experiencing inside.
If i feel anxious about not getting my desire, it’s not my outer man talking, but instead it’s my inner man leaving the state of the wish fulfilled and seeing life through the eyes of the unfulfilled outer man. That saying “the eyes are the window to the soul” kinda rings true because I’ve been taking this saying very literally and telling myself that our senses are really just our Inner Man’s way of gouging what’s happening in the world in a bit. He has the freedom to disregard them (unlike the man of the senses [outer man]) and create something new, but he ( IM) still knows what’s happening outside. Which is why (to me) when we think unlovely fearful thoughts, it’s really our inner self slipping into a state because again, thoughts come from states, and states all are occupied by THE INNER MAN.
After this revelation it led me to think about the role of the outer self and what I came to realize is that the outer self is nothing more than a mere shell. It cannot desire, it cannot create, it can’t even create its own thoughts because that’s a product of the state the man inside has slipped into. The human self is nothing more than a minion. It has no mind of its own. No original thoughts of its own. The tears we cry are a product of a state we fell into. The elation we feel when we think of something is because of a state we fell into. But none of that is being created from the human self. The human self is a slave in a sense a sense. But a slave to who? Why to imagination.
This line of thinking while very esoteric has allowed me to feel very at peace. Because unlike before when I felt like I was at odds with my “ego” and trying to get it on board, I now realize that acknowledging/identifying with lack is caused by.. the same person that created my desire. It’s not the outer man looking around and saying “i don’t have this where is my manifestation ”. it’s the inner man looking outside through its human lenses and deciding to fall out of a lovely state and into an unlovely one.
It reminds me that there is only one.
And so when I get anxiety at times about my desires and feeling like it’ll never show up, i soothe myself by reminding myself that “the outer man doesn’t even desire this… only the inner man does”. Because it’s true. Desire comes from the inside. The outer man cannot desire anything because it’s a shell. Almost like a turtle shell except the skin is softer and it can talk and move. And so if i remind myself that the only place where I truly want my desire is within, I’m able to maintain that state longer.
If the inner man is the only one that desires because the outer self if a shell of the one inside, then i can fully be content with only having my desire inside which is something i STRUGGLED with before omg!!! Because if the inner man is the only one who is conscious and truly alive then all i have to do to maintain this happiness is keep my focus on my desire and not on what’s happening outside? Because external confirmation does not matter, because the outer man does not have thoughts of its own or wishes of its own.
The outer man doesn’t WANT anything. It can’t want anything. it’s a SHADOW.
This isn’t to say that I don’t occasionally fall out of a state from time to time. No, I do. But i’m able to maintain states longer because I remind myself that validation from a turtle shell means nothing and most importantly, the only one who is making me believe that I need validation from the outside is myself.
Occasionally I’ll see something that gives me anxiety or look around to others getting their things sooner than me and feel anxious, but, i remind myself of the fact that the goal is to be happy within.
I should not look to my human self who is a slave to something bigger than himself for confirmation on if I’m doing it right. For me, when i really feel the wish fulfilled I get this insane rush of euphoria and smile so hard my cheeks hurt.. I can’t even recreate the smile by myself if I try to. I remind myself that THAT insane rush of happiness that I can’t even recreate if i try to (without being in the state) is confirmation enough. Not the 3D. Because one comes from within and is God smiling, and God being happy, whereas the other is nothing more than an effect of a cause.
In short this line of reasoning if you chew upon it enough allows you to be comfortable only (for now) having your desire in the 4D and being comfortable with it because the 3D self cannot desire anything and the only way to perceive lack is if your inner man leaves the state of the wish fulfilled and chooses to occupy a state of lack. It’s never been about the outer man. Because the inner man can be inside you fulfilled and happy even despite your outside world and because the outer man is a shell with no thoughts or opinions of its own it can’t say anything about it. Choose to keep the inside man in the state of the WF and remind yourself that that’s the only part of ur psyche that even desires.
And also, if the human self is apart of the 3D and I catch myself smiling a lot while doing my imaginal acts, doesn’t that mean that there IS movement happening?
Food for thought. Anyways this post was long, idk if it made sense but oh well
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stursweet · 5 months
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towel
chris sturniolo
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pairing ↝ f!reader x chris sturniolo
cw ↝ implied sex, don’t read if you’re not on board 🤗 not proofread
requested ↝ i got a request for something of this nature but i couldn’t find it in my inbox😔 if you requested this shawty this one for you!! you know who u are i love you pookie
AN ↝ my ass is back even though i haven’t posted since 500 BC !! IM SORRY GUYS I AM A BUSY FUCKIN BEE!! i hope you guys enjoy this even though it’s so short, i love you guys so much you’re my best friends REAL TALK!!! keep sending in requests and i’ll churn them shits out 💕 love you xoxoxo🫂🫂🫂
you turn the faucet, the water streaming from above you coming to an abrupt stop. instant goosebumps raise on your skin at the loss of heat. you step out and open a drawer, reaching for a towel.
instantaneously; a soft, almost inaudible knock at the door. he doesn’t wait for a response, pushing the door open and letting himself in. he had been waiting for you to finish for an hour or so.
“you were in there for a long time,” he comments, dropping his eyes and allowing them to drag along your body without a trace of shame, pushing his tongue into his cheek. you flush and wrap the towel around yourself.
“a knock would be nice,” you reply, pushing out a small, anxious laugh. he grins at your evident nerves.
“i did knock,” he shrugs, watching you hastily tighten the towel around your body. “why?” he continues. “am i not allowed to see?” he taunts you, watching you struggle to regain composure.
his hair is messy and wild, his lips pink and perfect. a small smirk plays at his mouth. he looks so tempting, so enticing. you look at him and shake your head.
“i never said that,” you reply, forcing the words from your throat. the steam from your shower made the air thick and hard to breathe; maybe it was just him.
he pads towards you gently, slowly, closing you in until your back is pressed against the back door of the shower. he dips his head down; peppering small, soft kisses across your neck, collarbones, shoulders. then, coming up to your face, pressing his lips to your cheeks, jawline, and eventually lips.
he hooks his fingers beneath the towel where it is tied on your chest, loosening it slowly and watching it fall. he rakes a hand down your body slowly, teasingly, resting it just above where you want him. his lips are swollen and wet with saliva from his giving of kisses. a teasing smile sits on his face.
“gonna let me make you feel good, baby?”
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a-soft-hornytiny · 1 year
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Loved.
Summary: They don’t love me as much as I love them was what you thought while leaving for the better. And it was too late when they realized how important you are to them.
Word count: 1.5k+
Genre: Angst
Pairing: poly!ateez x neutral!reader
Warnings: neglect (be careful while reading) let me know if i missed something.
Notes: this is an anon request, thanks for requesting. It reminded me of the reaction i did to you distancing yourself hehe i rarely write angst and im not sure how happy i am with it but I hope it’s to your liking! 
Part 2 is up!
Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)
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Where did it go wrong? You thought while frantically packing your things. You had spent hours and hours to find what you did to deserve this but you couldn’t find anything. Nothing pointed towards you doing something wrong but nonetheless you were here, aggressively stuffing your things into a bag while tears were streaming down your face. 
It had started about a month ago. You should’ve been suspicious when they started coming home even later than usual, some of them not at all. Always telling you that there was a meeting at work and that they had already eaten, leaving you to sit at the dining table alone. In the beginning you had still waited for them, hoping every day that at least one of them would be there and have dinner with you but it was always the same.
“Sorry.” “The boss invited us for dinner.” “I’m so tired I need to go to sleep.” “We had take out at work.” 
It left you confused. There was a time where they fought about who can sit next to you during the meals but now it seemed like they didn’t care anymore. You had only realised what exactly was happening when you saw a picture on Wooyoung phone. A picture of them with one of their colleagues. A beautiful woman with a bright smile, surrounded by your boyfriends. 
Jealousy had immediately risen inside of you but you didn’t say anything. It was not like they weren’t allowed to spend time with other people. Instead, you let your doubts eat you from the inside. Did they eat with her every day? Was she the reason they stayed at work longer than they would normally? Was she better than you? 
The worst part was that they didn’t notice. They didn’t notice how you felt and that you were distancing yourself. You would’ve thought that at least one of them cares. But all they cared about was being with that woman. 
What hurt you the most was that they didn’t tell you about her. If they had been honest with you, you wouldn’t have created all these scenarios in your head. But they lied to you. 
“Yeosang?” You tried to get his attention by tapping his shoulder. It was rare that all eight of them were at home. You wanted to talk about it. Voice your anxious thoughts. Letting them go. “Who is that woman you all have been hanging around?” You asked him because you knew he would be honest with you. The room instantly became silent.
“Oh? Do you mean Haeun? She works with us.” Yeosang answered, not giving you a lot of information. “Why do you ask?” 
You didn’t know what to say. “I-.. I’m just curious.” You stuttered, looking down at your feet. 
“She is really fun to be around! Recently she even invited us for dinner and paid.” San said excitedly. His words stabbed right into your heart. This was worse than you expected.
They weren’t cheating on you. You somehow could feel that. It was worse. They hadn’t been doing anything with a bad intention. They simply enjoyed spending time with her. 
They took you for granted. 
From that conversation on you decided not to chase after them anymore. You didn’t wait until they came home to eat dinner. You didn’t ask them how their day was. The few messages that you got during the day, you ignored. If they wanted to tell you something they could tell you in person. 
Your boyfriends on the other side didn’t realize how much time they were spending with Haeun. And how less they were spending time with you. 
The first one to notice that something was weird about you was Mingi. He had always left you a message during the day. Sometimes about work, what they ate for lunch or when they would be coming home. And normally you would respond relatively quickly. But you didn’t answer at all.
He sat in his practice room, eyes glued on his phone. Read two hours ago. It said on his screen. Mingi had voiced his concerns to the others but they disagreed saying that you didn’t behave differently. But he missed you. He wanted to eat dinner with you. Yes, Haeun was fun and when she first got introduced to the team, it was exciting to meet someone new. But he missed the familiarity. It had always been important to Mingi that he was not taken for granted and now he was afraid that they had done exactly that to you. 
But he didn’t act on his feelings. He didn’t want to cause drama where there was none.
The second one to miss you was Jongho. “Y/n what do you…” He wanted to ask you for your opinion on his singing when he turned around and faced an empty room. Right, Y/n isn’t here. He reminded himself, immediately feeling a sting in his heart. Every Tuesday you would follow him to practice and listen to him sing. But as soon as he thought about it he realized that you hadn’t been there in multiple weeks. Jongho instantly remembered Mingi’s concerns and decided to go look for him.
When they finally opened up about their feelings and what they had been observing, Mingi and Jongho went to tell the others. 
Before they could even finish what they were trying to say, Seonghwa tried to call you. He was blaming himself for not giving you the attention you deserved. He wanted to beat himself up. It was so clear now that Mingi and Jongho had mentioned it.
How could they neglect you like this and not even notice? 
And that was the same question you asked yourself as you zipped up your bag. Just as you wanted to put your phone into your pocket, it started ringing. It was Seonghwa. You took a deep breath as you declined the call and left the apartment.
You didn’t know for how long or how far but you needed to get away. Right after getting into the taxi you had ordered, you turned off your phone indefinitely.
“Y/n isn’t answering.” Seonghwa announced, his voice shaking. 
“Get in the car. I’m driving us home.” Yunho said, leaving the room with big steps. The others following him. Yunho’s mind was racing. He wanted to stay calm. He needed to stay calm. He had to be strong. It didn’t matter how he felt, all he wanted was to see your face and make sure everything is fine. It was all just imagination. You will be waiting at home. He tried to tell himself while he was getting into the car. 
Hongjoong was trying to remember any signs of you changing while he was squeezing himself into the car. He had never been home as much as the others so it wasn’t strange for him to eat alone or to sneak into the bedroom without waking anyone up. But something had been strange. This morning, when he came out of the bathroom, he caught you staring at him. And he could swear you had tears in your eyes. But since you didn’t say anything he had assumed you were fine. This damn assumption.
When they finally arrived at their apartment, San immediately jumped out of the car and ran to the door.
“Y/n? Y/n!” He called you before he even entered the building. Wooyoung and Yeosang were right behind him. After finally opening the door they stormed in searching for you in their home. The rest followed them slowly, scared to not find you. 
It wasn’t until he heard a sob that Wooyoung slowed down. A sob? He made his way over to your room, gently pushing the door open. His eyes widened as he saw San kneeling in front of your bed, a note in his hands and his face buried in your sheets. 
“Sannie?” Wooyoung slowly walked closer to his loved one. “Y/n…” San sobbed, not able to form a sentence. “What is it Sannie?” Wooyoung kneeled down next to him, softly taking the note from his hands. As he started reading, tears formed in his eyes. 
And that was when the others finally found them. They looked at Wooyoung, hope and pain in their eyes at the same time as he slowly shook his head. Yeosang’s legs gave in as he saw the expression on Wooyoung’s face. You were gone. No no no that’s impossible he thought, staring to the ceiling with a blank face. You couldn’t leave them.
Still not wanting to believe what was happening, Yunho harshly snapped the note out of Wooyoung’s hand. 
I am going on a trip. Don’t text or call me, I need time to think. I hope you understand. I loved you so much.
His head went numb.
Loved. 
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jxsterr · 7 months
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im such a lover of pre calamity zelink purely because any interactions or affection between them is that of two kids with the weight of the world on their shoulders trying to navigate confusing emotions — it’s just so innocent and unsure and RAW. like just imagine them when they’re close and having to figure out what that overwhelming feeling in their chest is whenever something as simple as their hands are close. what are they yearning for? what is the heart asking them to do? why do they feel so upset when their hands move away?
because realistically they’re not going to have many references, nobody’s going to sit the princess down—who is supposed to be unlocking her powers—and explain to her the intricacies of crushes and the human desire for physical touch, and the same goes for link. their human side is Completely ignored as we already know, any emotions that don’t pertain to the calamity are discarded and seen as ridiculous. so they’re left to explore with each other but there’s Roles here and rules that come with, are they really allowed? but then the roles start to disintegrate the moment they grow closer, the moment they’re more friends than princess and knight, and they both start getting curious.
with how much restraint link is bound to have and has shown previously, it’s definitely zelda who starts to push boundaries a little and touches him more, but he’s her knight and while he’s unsure of how permissable this situation is he lets her do so because that’s his princess, not that he doesn’t mind it or anything
so it starts as simple as a hand on his bicep at the sight of danger or somewhere new and of interest, something that makes him tense for a moment but then breathe and relax because it’s her and the touch is kind of nice. then it turns into hands on his shoulders from behind when he’s sat by the fire, when she’s just come back from pestering the local wildlife and he looks up at her and she grins in a way that makes his stomach swirl. it grows to zelda threading wildflowers through his hair and combing her own fingers through it so she can put it back up for him, daring to rest her chin on his shoulder to ask what colour flower he wants next and her hands are on his arms and goddess this is close. it’s to the point where she hugs him whether happy or upset and it stuns him, but he slowly wraps his arms around her every time and feels the way she melts against him. where she’ll take his hand into her own and fidget with it—because she’s a destructive fidgeter otherwise—bending his fingers, tracing parts of his palm until she’s memorised the shape of him and he lets her because he knows how anxious she can get. it doesn’t even tickle that much from how calloused and damaged his hands are.
people notice this, too. impa raises an eyebrow whenever she catches the tail end of zelda squishing his face for fun because she does treat him a little like a puppy (though she would argue it’s because he lets her) and she merely waves a dismissive hand. the guardsmen are regularly reminded that link is her favourite soldier from the way his name rings off her tongue like wind chimes, from the way she runs to him first and foremost after hunting a nearby monster hideout, especially when she argues that holding his face is necessary to make sure he’s okay. the guards merely grin. king rhoam doesn’t see it though, goddess knows how he would feel about her knight distracting her from her duties, but urbosa does because zelda has to get parental approval from somewhere. urbosa sees the way zelda looks for him in the group when she’s not by his side, almost making sure he was still there if she wanted him, and urbosa smiles. she sees the way zelda’s hand sneaks its way into his whenever she’s scared or nervous about something, even though she’s surrounded by the champions, and how his hand tightens around hers so she knows he’s going nowhere. it’s almost enough to bring a tear to the chief gerudo’s eyes, to know that her little bird is in safe hands whenever she isn’t around, to finally see her smiling and laughing and not shivering, tear-stained and weak in the middle of ice cold water, begging and pleading into thin air. when she looks at them, she sees two kids finally being able to embrace some of their youth and find comfort in one another, and it gives her hope. hope that they can still be naive teenagers together despite the circumstances they’re all in. and idk i just think that’s pretty neat
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snowyquokka · 1 month
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bf felix x gn reader
cw: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of anxiety, stress, crying, fluff (maybe?), swearing, overworked felix, shitty grammar
wc: 0.6k
a.n - my first attempt at hurt/comfort. did i do well? <3
dont hate me but i think i prefer writing angst rather than anything else
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Felix sighs and all but throws himself on top of you as you sit on the couch. “Hi, baby.” you giggle as he nuzzles his face into your neck.
“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” you say as you run your fingers through his soft blonde hair.
“Exhausted, overwhelmed, sad,” he lists against your neck. You always feel bad when he comes home from the studio or after he’s toured. Your boyfriend is constantly tiring himself, working as hard as he possibly can. You wish he would take care of himself once in a while. Felix says that’s what you’re for anyways.
You press a kiss to his temple and hum.
“Why are you sad, love?” He sighs and snuggles closer to you.
“I kept fucking up my part. Redid it five times.” you can feel him pout. Another example of him pushing himself to his limits is when he frustrates himself to the point where nothing satisfies him. He could go hours with many fantastic takes but will insist on retrying it until it’s absolutely perfect.
“I’m sure you did amazing,” Felix squeezes you tighter and inhales deeply.
“‘m sorry,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence. You pull back enough to be able to see his face. He has no makeup on, his freckles on full display. Sometimes when you’re bored you’ll pretend like they’re constellations and connect them in your head.
“Sorry for what, Lix?”
“For bothering you with this kinda stuff. It's not important and I don't want to worry you.” Your heart plummets down to the floor.
“Why wouldn’t it be important to me, love? If you’re upset, I’m upset. Your problems are mine.” you kiss his forehead softly. Felix shifts in your arms so he’s at eye level.
You hold his hands while you watch a single tear stream down his cheek. He immediately wipes it away and displays a small, but not reassuring, smile.
“Thank you,” he sniffles and leans his forehead against yours.
“Of course, Sunshine. I’m always going to be here.”
TWO DAYS LATER
You’re sitting in bed watching a random movie when your phone dings.
my only sunshine <3: im gonna be a little late tonight
my only sunshine <3: im sorry. i love you ❤️
you: its okay baby. let me know when ur on ur way !! i love you too
You sigh and lock your phone. It’s not like you’re mad at him or anything of that sort. It’s just difficult watching him drain himself again and again. No matter what you say, he always goes back to overworking himself.
Tears that you hadn’t noticed were brimming fall down your cheeks. You turn everything off and close your eyes, inhaling Felix’s scent from the pillows.
You wake to the sound of the front door closing and glance at the alarm clock,
5:08am
Fuck. Is he just getting home?
You climb out of bed and wander into the living room where you find your boyfriend sitting with his face in his hands, he immediately notices you. He had turned the small lamp in the corner on, allowing you to take in his disheveled state.
His long blonde hair tousled from his fingers being ran through it. His eyes bloodshot from what seemed like hours of crying and lack of sleep. His hands shake and his leg bounces up and down in an anxious manner.
“Baby?” you whisper with worry laced in your voice prompting Felix’s body to almost automatically rack with sobs. You quickly pull him into you and wrap your arms around his figure, the only sound present in the room being both of your cries blended together.
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mydearesthrry · 8 months
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hey love, im absolutely in love w your writing and wanted to ask if you could write something about harry asking reader/(y/n) out? maybe he’s super nervous cause he’s been crushing on her for awhile <3
obvious - h.s.
a/n: thank you for the request, lovie! this got a little messy but i hope i lived up to your wishes a little. enjoyyyy <3
🎀 warnings/cw: nothing, fluff ofc, harry being a little nervy boy
🐇 pairing: actress!reader x harry styles
💐 wc: 1.1k
summary: y/n thought she was being so obvious- looks like she was wrong.
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“You look incredible,” Harry mutters, eyes trying to stray off of his script in an attempt to memorize it for the scene the next day. “I’ve been thinking we should try something crazy…” He pauses, trying to let the scene play out as accurately as possible. “Let’s have a baby.” 
A few beats pass. “What?” YN follows, a bewildered look in her eyes. Harry just smiles, eyes flicking down at his script, nodding when he remembered his line. 
“I mean, not right this second, obviously, we don’t have time. But…” Throwing the words around in his head, trying to ignore his chest squeezing at how accurate his next words were in reference to her, “I love you, and I want more of you, and now I think I want a little you. I don’t know. It’d be an adventure.”
Their eyes catch each other, and they share a look that they both couldn’t explain even meant. YN dropped her gaze first before clearing her throat and shifting on the sofa. “Yeah, that was great, H. I think we’ll do well tomorrow.” 
Harry sniffed and looked down at his script, flipping back to the title page. “Um– yeah, we will.” 
Fuck. Harry thought. His hands kept fidgeting, left leg bouncing up and down. He wasn’t even anxious, per se, but he felt so incredibly nervous because of the pretty angel sitting next to him. He’d been pining over her since he was a teenager, watching all of her movies the day they came out, and listening to all of the tracks that she’d sung on every soundtrack. He even went on a spontaneous trip with the boys when they were in New York just to see her perform on Broadway. 
So safe to say, when he got the call back that he’d gotten the role of Jack Chambers in Don’t Worry Darling, he was doing somersaults when he found out who his on screen wife would be. It felt crazy to him that his dreams from when he was in tenth year had finally come to fruition— kind of. The two had a weird relationship at first, YN being extremely closed off and standoffish at the beginning, but she slowly let Harry break down her cemented walls that she’s had up for so long. She didn’t know why, but for some reason, Harry was one of the only people that she allowed to get to know her– fully, at least. 
“Okay, pretty boy, it’s getting pretty late, and I have an earlier call time tomorrow than you do, so I think I’m gonna head out now.” Standing up, she brushed off the front of her gray sweatpants, showing up to Harry’s flat in the most comfortable clothes possible since she knew she would be there for a while. She picked up their now empty wine glasses, them having shared a glass or two throughout the course of the night. 
Harry didn’t give any response and an awkward silence filled the air, almost suffocating as YN stared at Harry in confusion. “H?” 
Nothing. 
Harry was lost in his thoughts, seemingly. I need to do it now, but what if she says no! What if I’ve been misreading her this entire time and she’s just being nice? But that wouldn’t even make sense, would it? She’s been picking up what I’ve been putting down… I think? Has she? Fuck… Wait, wait what? Is she leaving? Why’s she slipping her shoes on?
“Wait,” Harry managed to choke out, YN halting her movements immediately. “Don’t– um, don’t leave, please? Come sit down, I wanna… I wanna ask y’something.” 
Fuck, he was really doing this. 
“Been trying to tell you that I’m leaving for like, ten minutes now, Babe.” She laughed, toeing her shoe off, dropping the other one she had in her hand onto the floor. 
“What’s up? What’s the matter?” She traced his face with her eyes, clocking his distant look that was written all over his face. 
“Bug, have t’tell y’something, but if I’m wrong, y’have to tell me, promise?” Harry mumbled, eyes flicking down to his hands where he was fidgeting with his ringless fingers. His rings were in a velvety cinched bag that YN, of course, had gotten him at a little thrift shop they found. 
“Promise, babe. Now, what is it, is everything okay?” She gripped the bottom of his chin in an attempt to get him to look at her. It began reminding her of the scene they filmed earlier of their characters in the living room in a very vulnerable state. 
He was too nervous to say his next words to even realize she'd called him babe. “I… I- um- I don’t want this t’ruin our relationship, but I have t’tell y’cause it’s been basically eating at me, but I… I really like y’and I want nothing more than t’take y’out on a date. But, if y’don’t feel the same don’t worry! I jus’ didn’t want to not tell y’and ruin our friendship or anything, even though now I fear I’ve made it wors-” 
“Oh my God,” She cut him off, giggles that soon turned into full on cackles filling the air. He watched her in fear, a worried look now on his face at the thought that she was laughing at him. “Harry, sweet boy, I would love to go out with you.” 
“I- you- wha- what? I… I don’t think I understand?” He stumbled, her actions and words not adding up in his YN clouded brain. 
“I thought I was being so obvious about how I felt about you, H. Sorry for not being more clear, that’s on me. Is this why you’ve been so distant and weird with me lately? You’ve been acting like this just ‘cause you have a crush on me?” She tried to understand, but by the look on his face she could see that he was really not getting what was even happening right now. “Babe, I’ve liked you since I watched you in the crowd of the first AMA’s you went to. I didn’t even get to meet you, but I’ve liked you since I’ve seen you, and it honestly’s gotten worse since I have to pretend to be your wife on screen.” 
Harry was bewildered. “So, y’telling me, that all this time I’ve just had to ask? Instead of torturing myself every night?” 
“Yeah, bug, that’s what ‘M telling you,” She giggled, moving closer to him on the couch. “We’re doing this backward, I think. How’s it that I’ve had your literal tongue in my mouth before you’ve even taken me out on a date?” 
“Well, when you put it that way!” He laughs, pulling her onto his lap like he’s always wanted and waited to do. They sat in silence for a few beats, letting their eyes roam around their faces without worrying about the director yelling 'Cut!'.
“What’re you waiting for? Gonna ask me out officially?” She whispered, moving her face closer to Harry, them being able to now feel their breaths waft between them. 
“Nah, gonna kiss y’first, officially as us, and not as Jack and Alice.” Harry mumbled.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
And when their lips finally touched as Y/N and Harry, the teenage boy in Harry was practically doing backflips and somersaults, knowing that his dreams had finally come true.
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megalony · 2 months
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Help A Girl Out
This is my first Nick Amaro imagine from Law and Order SVU. I hope you will all like it and I'm open for any Nick requests. Feedback is always appreciated.
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Summary: (Y/n) often pops by the station to see her husband. But one afternoon, she turns up at the wrong moment and gets taken hostage.
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A sigh burned past Nick's lips and he threw his head back over the back of his chair. His knees bumped into the edge of his desk and his left hand began to tap down against the arm of the chair while his other hand flipped the pen between his fingers.
He hated doing paperwork, especially when they hit dead ends like this and the cases seemed to go nowhere. He had the right mind to kick his feet up on his desk and try to catch up on some sleep. He had been working for over twenty-four hours straight now and he was desperate to go home to bed.
He let his eyes fall closed for a few seconds before he stared up at the ceiling. If he closed his eyes for too long he was liable to fall asleep on the job and he didn't need the headache that would cause.
"Nick,"
His neck cricked when he tilted his head forward to look over at Amanda. She was slouched forward over her desk, one hand tangled in her hair and the other hand splayed out on the desk. He watched the way she nodded her head and pointed ahead of her.
A grin pulled at his lips and the tiredness washed out of his face immediately when he cast a glance over his shoulder.
(Y/n).
He straightened up and hopped out of his seat, stretching his arms above his head before he moved across the floor. The smile stretched higher across his face the closer he got to her. It felt like forever since he'd last seen her, as if a lifetime had passed him by since he'd been at the station. Days and nights blurred together and shifts stretched on into eternity when they pulled all-nighters and went without sleep to try and catch their perps.
Nick could of stood there for hours, admiring his wife.
(Y/n) was stood in the doorway to the SVU lobby, leaning a little to one side so she didn't fully block the doorway or stand in people's way. Her hair was pinned back to one side but a few strands had fallen loose and fell to frame round her face and curl around her jaw.
Her heels clicked against the floor as she shifted her weight from foot to foot out of anxious habit. But it was the way she had her arms folded across her chest that made Nick smile. He wasn't sure why, but he loved the way she would curl her arms across herself like that and drag her fingers up and down her upper arms like that.
When her eyes locked with his, her lips curved into a grin and she stood a little straighter as he approached her.
"Hi," His voice was soft and oddly quiet against the rumbling background of heels clicking, voices shouting above the papers stacking on desks and the sound of doors slamming and hinges creaking.
Nick reached his hands out to cup her arms and he tugged her closer, moving her from the doorway so she was over the threshold. Her hands reached up to hold his shoulders and she dipped her head forward to press her lips against his neck while his hands moved down to cup her hips.
He squeezed her hips, scrunching his fingers around her dress that crumpled between his fingers and allowed the pads of his fingers to mesh into her waist.
"Everything okay?" He spoke in hushed whispers against the top of her head, rubbing his nose into her hair before he did a quick sweep around the room. No one was going to care if he disappeared for five minutes to talk to his wife. He hadn't seen her in almost two days, he was allowed to take a small break since she had come all the way down here for something.
"I need a favour,"
(Y/n) tilted her head up until her lips touched the underside of Nick's jaw that acted as a button, turning him to jelly in front of her. She felt his hands dig tighter into her waist and he stepped closer until his abdomen was pressed into hers and she could feel each deep breath he took.
She looked up at him, batting her lashes before he swooped down to steal a kiss. His lips were hot and heavy against hers and (Y/n) reached her hand up from his shoulder to cradle the side of his sharp jaw. She let her nail scrape along his chin, guessing he must have taken a moment to shave at some point during his long shift since he didn't have one trace of stubble anywhere.
"Go ahead," She could ask anything and the answer would always be yes, no matter what the favour was.
(Y/n) took a step back so she could slide her bag down from her shoulder to let it drop into the crook of her elbow. She let her eyes drift up to see the way Nick's smile morphed into a smirk that showed the intrigue wash over his face. He had no idea what she was about to take out of her bag or what kind of favour she was asking of him.
His lips rolled together and he bit the corner of his mouth when he saw what (Y/n) took out of her bag.
"Help a girl out, Amaro?" Her voice was so quiet and tender that Nick almost didn't hear her for a second or two.
He took the pre-filled and plastic-packaged needle from her hand and nodded. His arm moved to swoop around her waist and he reeled her into his side as he turned to face the middle of the room.
"Sure. This way, carino."
(Y/n) could feel his fingers gliding up and down her side like feathers tickling her skin through her dress. Her arms automatically moved back around her chest, resting over her bump while Nick guided her towards his desk. The seat was still warm when he motioned for her to sit down and she cast her eyes around quickly.
She knew who everyone was just by looking at them. She hadn't met anyone from the precinct in person yet but from how Nick talked about them and described them, (Y/n) could guess who they all were. And she figured they knew who she was when she looked at his desk and saw a photo of them both sat proudly on his desk.
Her attention moved back to Nick when he knelt down in front of her and turned the chair so she was facing him. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze and leaned his left arm to rest over her thighs that he parted so he could stand between them. A shiver rolled down her spine when he tore the packet open with his teeth and took out the needle.
"Can I?" He motioned his hand towards the hem of her dress and (Y/n)'s smile melted like butter.
Always the gentleman.
They were married. (Y/n) was asking for his help to take her insulin, and he was still asking for her permission to lift her dress so he could give her the injection.
Her lips pressed together to try and hide her smile and she nodded, trying to stay still and straight in the chair.
Nick held the hem of her sea green dress and slowly raked it over her thighs, relieved to see she was wearing a pair of small, grey shorts beneath her dress. He didn't feel like giving the whole squad room a view of his wife's underwear. He lifted her dress higher until it exposed her six-month bump that made his smile turn fonder.
He let her dress lay over her bump and didn't bother moving her shorts since they were tucked beneath her stomach anyway. They were getting rather tight since her stomach was expanding but (Y/n) didn't usually like to wear dresses without a short pair of shorts on underneath. Just in case.
"Ready?"
(Y/n) hummed and did her best to stay still when Nick pinched the side of her stomach between his thumb and finger. She let her eyes focus on his hair rather than his hands so she didn't have to see the needle. Needles were all well and good if they were used on someone else, but as soon as it was (Y/n)'s turn, she turned queasy.
She was slowly getting used to the slight scratch and the small burn it created and her heart fluttered when Nick brushed his thumb across the small dot on her skin when he removed the needle. He brushed away the tiny fleck of blood and leaned forward to kiss her stomach before he threw the needle in the bin beneath his desk.
"All done."
"Thank you," (Y/n) rolled her dress back down so it was draped across her thighs and her head lifted up to follow Nick when he stood up. She watched him move to sit on the edge of his desk and she felt his knee bump into hers while his arms folded over his chest and flexed his biceps.
"All good?" His head turned to look behind him at Amanda when she leaned forward with her pen trapped between her teeth. She didn't want to intrude but she just wanted to check everything was alright. In case Nick needed to go and take a break with (Y/n) for a while. This was the first time (Y/n) had come down to the station and Amanda wasn't expecting her to come here for that reason.
"I don't like needles," (Y/n) rubbed her hands together on her lap while she scooted the chair closer until her knees bumped into the desk and she could lean against Nick's leg.
"Blood clots?"
"Hm- oh, no, um, insulin. Oddly enough, the baby's decided to give me diabetes." (Y/n) smiled and leaned forward until she could perch her chin on her husband's knee. She felt his fingers feather across her shoulder and down her arm soothingly.
It hadn't been the best surprise when Nick took (Y/n) to an emergency appointment after she started going dizzy and coming down with shaking and feverish sweats. They found out she had gestational diabetes where she wasn't producing enough insulin due to the baby. There was a good chance she would be fine once the baby was born, they were hoping her body would go back to normal and sort itself out. Most women did.
But there was a chance of (Y/n) becoming diabetic after the baby was born and she prayed that wouldn't happen.
The medication to help her newfound condition didn't agree with (Y/n), it had made her violently sick and gave her horrid migraines. So the next solution when her levels didn't even out was to start taking insulin injections. But (Y/n) wasn't good at doing them herself.
Nick didn't mind.
He was all for being affectionate and helping his wife in any way he could and he had been giving her the injections every day. With him being at work for almost two days now, it meant he couldn't be there to help and (Y/n) thought she would come down to the station on the off-chance Nick might be here and could spare her a minute or two to help.
"That's rough," Amanda sank back in her chair and propped her feet up on her desk.
A gentle smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips as she tilted her head up to look at Nick while his hand feathered along her arm and around to her neck. She leaned her chin against his wrist and bit the corner of her lip.
"It's not so bad."
It meant she got to steal little moments like this every day with Nick and to see him smile down at her with that cheesy grin that made her heart flip. And they were getting a baby at the end of this, so it was more than worth the slight discomfort.
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"Oh, hey (Y/n). Are you looking for Nick?"
A delicate smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips as she dragged her right hand up and down her arm to try and stay calm. She treaded carefully over the threshold and made a beeline for the desk she knew was Nick's while her eyes looked around for Amanda.
She found the blonde approaching with a cup of coffee and she moved over to sit down at her desk opposite.
(Y/n) set her bag down on Nick's chair that was vacant aside from his dusty grey blazer jacket that was slung over the back of the chair. He hadn't gone far if he had left his jacket here, (Y/n) knew what he was like. He wouldn't go out without it as that was where he put his keys and his phone. It also helped to conceal his badge and gun, if needed.
"Yeah, well, I just thought I'd drop by and bring lunch." She slumped the paper bag down on Nick's desk and spent a few seconds scouting through her handbag. She made sure to quietly place Nick's badge on his desk near the desk phone, trying to do it quick so no one noticed. Nick hadn't been pleased when he had been in a rush to leave this morning and he couldn't find his badge.
(Y/n) found it an hour after he left and it gave her an excuse to bring lunch by the station for him. She knew what he was like, work came with pressure, new leads got in the way and before he knew it he had gone over ten hours without eating.
She reached into the paper bag and handed a wrapped sandwich out to Amanda. Her smile widened when Amanda just stared at her for a few seconds like she didn't know what (Y/n) was giving her, or why.
"For me?"
"Unless you're not hungry…"
"You, are a Godsend." Her face lit up with a grin when she took the sandwich offered out to her. Everyone would be willing to let (Y/n) hang around every day if she was this nice to them all. "Nick won't be long, he was just going to find some paperwork."
Moving her bag, (Y/n) let herself slump down into Nick's chair. She had managed to do her own insulin injections for the last few days but it was hard when she started to shake and it made her nervous. (Y/n) knew bringing Nick dinner would soften him up and give him a chance to have a break where she could ask if he wouldn't mind doing her injection again.
Her head tilted to the side and she slouched down a little to try and ease the discomfort in her back. Her hand moved to smooth over her stomach as she cast her eyes around the station.
It didn't seem as hectic today.
No one stood in a corner arguing and cursing to high heaven. No clattering people in handcuffs being moved from holding and dragged into the corridor. There weren't people hanging around arguing or being moved into separate interview rooms and no one was making a commotion.
It was oddly calm today. This was the kind of day Nick liked, where they could concentrate and finish paperwork and not have to worry about doing ten different jobs all at once.
"You okay?"
"Hm." (Y/n) managed a smile and nodded. She felt fine, she just had a headache which probably meant she would need to take her insulin soon. She usually had an injection after she had eaten, depending on how well her blood sugar levels were as they varied from day to day.
After a few minutes, just as Amanda finished her sandwich and went to look back through her paperwork, a loud clang rattled through the squad room and made all the distant chatter dwindle down.
(Y/n) leaned her head back and looked over her shoulder just as a large, burly man shouted "Don't touch me!" And flung his arm out at Olivia who was trying to guide him inside.
(Y/n) rolled her lips together and sighed as she turned back to face Nick's desk. That guy seemed the macho type, the kind of person who didn't like being told no or being ordered around or told to do something. She could see the way Amanda grimaced and visibly rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"I'll go see if Liv needs any help. Thanks for lunch," Her hand gave (Y/n)'s shoulder a squeeze as she walked past. They didn't need a scene being caused when today had been a calm, laid back kind of day. And Amanda knew the guy Olivia had brought into the squad room. He was rather hard to talk to and calm down and he was their main suspect in their newest rape case.
Sitting forward, (Y/n) clicked her back into place and danced her fingertips over the photo frame on the side of Nick's desk. He had one of them on their wedding day, and one of him and Zara that (Y/n) had taken.
Her hand moved across to her temple again when she felt her headache getting worse.
Maybe it would be worth her going to get a drink while she waited for her husband to get back.
She kicked her bag a little further beneath Nick's desk so no one would see it and try to run off with it. Not that anyone would get a chance when there were officers mulling about the place and Finn was sat at his desk a few feet away.
The blood seemed to rush down to her feet when she stood up and she had to take a moment to control herself and stop from letting her head loll forward and stop her knees from giving way. Her legs trembled but after a few paces, (Y/n) felt like she was herself again and the blood was circulating properly through her body. She would need to get her insulin soon though in case that was making her feel worse. She had eaten her lunch already and usually needed insulin after eating.
Nick dragged his fingers through his tousled hair and looked down at his phone just as the lift chimed and the doors opened up. He scrolled down through his phone but he only took two steps out the lift before he looked up and felt the tiredness washing out of his system completely.
"Carino," His lips curved up into a wide grin and he slipped his phone in his back pocket as his eyes set on his wife.
He was getting rather lucky these past two weeks with (Y/n) appearing at the station. It meant he didn't always have to slump at his desk and daydream about going home to see her. He didn't have to frown or grow tiresome, he just had to look up every now and then and she turned up and brightened his day and his mood.
His arms swooped around her the moment she was within reach and he pulled her to the side out the way of the oncoming people passing up and down the hall. A shiver rolled down his spine when (Y/n)'s cold hands pressed against his neck and slithered beneath the collar of his shirt.
She tugged him down until he was close enough to kiss and he could taste the sweet tea remnants on her lips.
"You both okay?" His left hand splayed out on her lower back wile he slipped his right hand between them to cradle her stomach. It was as if the baby knew exactly where they were. Nick stroked his thumb across her shirt when he felt a small kick against the palm of his hand.
"Hm. I found your badge, it's on your desk along with dinner." (Y/n) smoothed one hand down Nick's chest, tapping her fingers over his shirt beneath his tie that she wanted to take off.
"Oh, thank you," He murmured against her lips and he sank his teeth down into her bottom lip just to feel her jump and grab at his neck. "Shall we?"
"I just need the toilet."
Nick moved his hand round to squeeze (Y/n)'s hip and let his lips linger over hers for a few extra seconds before he finally let her go. He attached his lips to the side of her neck as she moved to walk past him and he felt her squeeze his shoulder as they moved in different ways.
He watched her round the corner before he moved into the squad room. His eyes landed on his desk straight away and he made a beeline towards it. He noticed the large paper bag on his desk before his sight shifted over to his badge in front of the picture of him and Zara.
Nick clipped the badge onto the waistband of his trousers over his belt. He didn't have time to find it this morning, he had been running late and it annoyed him whenever he put something down and went back later and couldn't find it. At least (Y/n) had found it for him, and a smile danced across Nick's lips at the thought of (Y/n) using it as an excuse to come down to the station and see him.
His hand drifted into the paper bag but he barely managed to peak his head inside to see what (Y/n) had brought before he stopped.
Someone was shouting.
Raised voices. Olivia and Amanda were shouting. A man was raising his voice and bellowing something so loud and fast Nick couldn't work out what he was saying.
The sound of more yelling and someone saying 'drop the weapon' made a shiver bolt down Nick's spine. He tilted his head to the left and glanced over at Finn who was already pushing up to go and see what the commotion was.
A sigh blundered past Nick's lips as he moved away from his desk and jogged out the squad room into the corridor. He needed to get near the toilets and make sure (Y/n) didn't come out into whatever situation was happening out here.
It felt like Nick rounded the corner at the exact wrong time.
The air got caught in his lungs and stones started to drop down to the pit of his stomach.
Drew. Their prime suspect in their current case.
Everything happened in slow motion. No one had chance to try and grab him, all they could do was stand near the other end of the corridor to block off his exit, but it didn't do much good. The toilet door opened at the very worst time and Nick immediately knew who it would be.
Nick ran forward but he wasn't quick enough to do anything. He was too far away and his heart physically clenched in his chest when he saw (Y/n) open the door. Before Nick could grab her attention or shout at her to close the door, Drew, their suspect, grabbed (Y/n).
He almost pushed her to the floor with the way he scrambled to grab her before someone could grab him. He was clearly thinking off the top of his head and muddling through this as he went along. One hand fisted in the back of (Y/n)'s hair and he used her hair as leverage to drag her out of the doorway and out into the corridor.
A panicked cry flew past (Y/n)'s lips and she reached out to try and dig her nails into whoever had suddenly pounced on her.
She tripped over her feet and her right arm spasmed when her elbow collided with the wall. Panic surged through her chest and she choked on her shallow breaths when she was dragged, stumbling out into the corridor. Stars danced across her eyes and her knees almost buckled if it wasn't for the hand screwed up in her hair.
But as soon as she stopped wobbling, the hand left her hair and a forearm pinned around the front of her throat. Her back slammed up into someone's rough chest and the back of her head bashed into his shoulder.
Tears welled up in the corner of (Y/n)'s eyes when she felt the barrell of a gun press into the right side of her temple.
Oh dear.
He had a gun. He was now keeping (Y/n) as a hostage. Why had he decided to grab her of all people? Why was he doing this on the day (Y/n) had come into the station? Why didn't she head back into the squad room with Nick where she would have been safe?
"Drop the gun Drew. Now!" As fast as anything, Nick unclipped the gun from his belt and aimed it at Drew, but he couldn't get a clear shot. Not with his wife in the way.
He tried to take a few steps closer as his shoulders hunched up and his elbows locked in place. He could feel Finn hovering close beside him, his own gun aimed out ready to take an emergency shot if needed. Both Olivia and Amanda were stood on the other side of the corridor, blocking off Drew's exit so at least he had nowhere to try and take (Y/n).
"Drop it!" Nick raised his voice and moved the gun to aim it at Drew's head, but it didn't phase him in the way he wanted it to.
"No! I think I'll keep her as insurance. So why don't you all back off?"
Leaning back, (Y/n) tried to tilt her head a bit higher to make it easier to breathe. And she dug her nails into the arm strapped around her neck like an iron bar.
It took a few seconds for her eyes to land on her husband but when they did, she could feel herself beginning to shake.
Nick looked frightening. Shoulders hunched up and tense, arms popping through his shirt. Gun aimed at the man behind her. His nose was crinkled and his upper lip was curled up in anger but it was the look in his eyes that made (Y/n)'s knees go weak. If looks could kill she would have been safe and back in his arms by now.
"Let her go. We can work something out, but you need to let her go." Olivia tried to get Drew's attention and when he looked at her, it let Nick get two feet closer towards them.
(Y/n) tried to stop the tears that were starting to fall down her face but she couldn't seem to help it. Shakes were rattling through her body now and she knew the man behind her could feel how badly she was starting to tremble. It made him tighten his arm around her neck which in turn made (Y/n) gasp.
She tilted her head forward until her chin was pressing down into Drew's forearm and her eyes stayed locked on her husband.
Nick held his other hand out in front of him and rose his brows, trying to keep his expression calm but it was hard to hide the anger pulsing through him. He needed to try and stay calm so (Y/n) didn't go into a panic attack.
He had to protect his wife.
"How about you let me walk out of here with her… or she gets a bullet."
(Y/n)'s knees quivered when the gun moved away from her head and suddenly pressed into the right side of her stomach. He had figured out she was pregnant.
Her teeth sank down into her bottom lip as she tried to keep her eyes on Nick and stay calm. Crying wasn't going to do anything to help their situation and she had to keep focused. But it was hard when the gun pressed deeper into her side and the uncomfortable feeling made her try and move to the left. It was bad enough that her headache had come back with vengeance and her body was ransacked with trembles.
Now the baby was starting to twist and kick and (Y/n) wanted to be sick. And she could see how Nick's stance changed, he straightened up and aimed his gun at Drew's temple. Both his wife and unborn child were now being threatened. Nick wasn't going to stand around and let Drew make demands and try to get away from this.
"If you do anything to hurt her, we can't help you. Let her go, and you can still walk away from this."
"And the rape charges, you can drop those and help me with that, can you?"
Nick's eyes narrowed when he looked across at (Y/n). He waited until Drew twisted to the side to look at Olivia who seemed to be trying to control the negotiations. Nick tilted his head to the side and parted his lips, trying to silently ask (Y/n) what was wrong. He could see the way her expression changed and she started to shake her head.
She tried to move one hand down near her stomach while Drew was occupied looking over at Olivia. And she pressed her index finger into her stomach a few times to try and get her silent message across.
She needed her insulin.
She didn't feel well. The headache and the shaking was most likely because she was lacking her injection and if she didn't get it soon, she was going to go into a hypo state.
"Drew, you'll go to court for those charges. You can convince a jury you're innocent, we can talk to the witnesses, see what we can do. But you have a whole station full of witnesses here. I'm sure no one would make a complaint if you let her go now, but if you hurt her, you won't even get a trial."
He had a chance. He had a chance to convince a jury that he was innocent, even if no one here believed him and they knew he was guilty. He still had a fighting chance if he got a good lawyer and that was all he could get. They needed Drew to see that hurting (Y/n) was going to cement his time in prison and he had witnesses this time. If he hurt her, he wouldn't get away with it but if he let her go, no one was liable to press charges. At least, they needed him to think that way so he wouldn't do anything rash.
"Let her walk me to the door. No police, none of you following us, then I'll let her go."
"We can't do that Drew." Nick spoke before Olivia had the chance to agree or try to negotiate again.
He saw the look of terror in his wife's eyes and there was not a chance in Hell that Nick would let her out of his sight. He wasn't letting Drew try and take her hostage because he didn't believe Drew wouldn't hurt her in some way. He might try and get her out the building with him to make a better escape. That wasn't happening.
"Then I'll hurt her!"
"Nick-" (Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and dug her nails harshly into the arm around her neck when he rammed the gun into the side of her stomach. She knew she should be thankful he didn't pull the trigger on purpose or by mistake. But the blow was harsh and so sudden it took all the air from her lungs and left her gasping as he held her up by the arm around her throat.
"No! Drew don't- you don't need to hurt her okay? Don't!" Nick held his free hand out in front of him and took a step closer before he could stop himself.
He could feel Finn try to grab his shoulder but he shook him off. This was his family and he didn't care whether Drew found that out or not. He just wanted to keep them safe.
"I- I… feel sick." (Y/n) leaned her head forward and tried to pull on the arm around her neck. She felt like she was going to faint and now he'd hit her, her stomach was suddenly churning along with the baby turning around. If she didn't throw up she was definitely going to collapse soon without her insulin.
"We're leaving. Now."
A strangled sound left (Y/n)'s lips and she let her knees buckle so he wouldn't be able to move her so easily. She wasn't going anywhere. She wanted to be sick. Her body was giving out and she needed him to let her go.
Her fingers scratched down his arm and she pulled as harshly as she could while she moved down.
Whatever he shouted into her hair made her cringe and cower down but she couldn't work out what he was saying. Static built up in her ears that became overpowered by the sound of her blood rushing through her ears. Her head was pounding and throbbing and weighed forward.
(Y/n) let her arms coil around her waist and she tipped her head down when she felt people closing in around them.
"Drop the gun!"
Before Drew could try and heave her up to her feet again, Nick bolted forward. He grabbed Drew's wrist and twisted it round to the left until he heard a successful click and the gun dropped down to the floor. Amanda swiftly tossed the gun to the other side of the corridor where an officer moved to pick it up while Nick slammed his elbow down between Drew's shoulders and pushed him onto his stomach on the floor.
(Y/n) couldn't tell who it was who grabbed her elbows and helped to shuffle her forward but she swatted her hands out either way. She didn't want them touching her. She didn't want to move. She wanted to go to sleep. She was ready to power down and forget this had ever happened.
Nick clamped his hand down on the back of Drew's head and bashed his face forward into the floor until his nose cracked and blood started to pour down his face.
"Cuff him!" He shrugged off the hands trying to pull him back. He wouldn't do anything else, he wouldn't jeopardise getting Drew sent down for this, he just had to do something that would cause Drew the kind of pain he had put (Y/n) through.
His chest heaved and sweat rolled down the back of his neck as he moved away from Drew who had his hands pinned to his lower back so they could cuff him and get him moved.
Nick turned his attention away while his chest heaved and he moved to kneel down next to (Y/n). She had her arms pinned near her head so she could get Amanda and Finn to let her go. She swatted her hands out and cried out until they got the message. (Y/n) didn't want any of them. The only person she wanted was Nick.
"Carino… carino, baby it's me. It's okay." Once his voice registered in her ears, Nick moved his arms out for her.
He wrapped his arm around her back and moved his other hand to cradle the back of her head. His lips smothered her cheek as he rested his chin on her shoulder and pulled her into his chest. The way she grabbed his bicep with a sudden fierce grip made him jump but he didn't say anything. He reeled her into his chest and curled around her like a safety blanket.
"Alright, shh. Let's get you up carino."
Both (Y/n)'s arms wrapped around Nick's bicep and she buried her face in his shoulder and pressed her side up into his chest until he curled back around her. She let him gently pull her up to her feet and his hand clamped down on her hip to keep her standing upright when she wavered in his arms.
He moved his lips to the back of her head while his hand started to glide up and down her arm like feathers brushing against her skin.
"Call a bus." Nick glanced over at Amanda who nodded and grabbed the radio on her waist.
"Home," (Y/n) tilted her head back to look up at Nick and for a brief moment, she saw a smile flicker across his face. He flashed his teeth and shook his head as a breathless chuckle left his lips.
"No carino, I'm not taking you home. We're going to hospital, for you and for me. I think I've had a heart attack." He spoke into the top of her hair as he gently guided her towards the squad room. He was relieved his desk was close by and he kicked the chair round so he could ease (Y/n) to sit down.
Nick tried to pull back but he couldn't exactly move when (Y/n) dug her fingers into his bicep and pulled on his arm. She kept his right arm pinned around her chest until Nick sighed and leaned over. He curved his left arm back around her waist just below her shoulder blades and carefully rested his hand on her stomach. He didn't know whether to touch her stomach or not in case he hurt her, but when she didn't wince, he left his hand there to feel the baby move.
She could feel him kissing the top of her head and she kept his right arm bound against her chest with her temple pressed into his shoulder. Nick stayed stood up beside his desk chair and leaned over so he was curled around his wife.
He knew from a different angle he looked rather weird and odd, leaning over like this with his lower back and bum arched out. But he didn't care. As long as he made (Y/n) feel safe and kept her calm, he would stay hunched over her like this until the paramedics arrived.
"D-don't let go."
"I'm not going anywhere carino." He spoke quietly into her hair and he realised he was slowly swaying them from side to side. "I gotta give you your insulin soon, don't I?"
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aita for getting too excited when im playing and hurting my brothers?
i know how it sounds but hear me out.
i used to be really shy and anxious, and i rarely ever got up to anything because my older brothers would bully me. id spend a lot of time alone curled up in my room in the dark.
but then i broke my foot. i was really struggling for a while but my brothers took care of me and i sorta gained my confidence after that? id try to get out a bit more and hang out with them.
i was closest to my oldest brother but he moved out this year and i havent really been the same since because my other two brothers are way closer to each other than me.
i started getting distant again and theyd come and check on me. but i wanted to play! we never really played together much before, but now i had all this energy! it would start with a bit of play fighting - pinning each other down or pushing each other around. but at some point my excitement got the better of me and i started biting whilst we were playing. biting hard. like drawing blood.
i dont know why, i guess i just dont know when to stop. i thought we were just having fun but now my parents make me stay in my own room and im not allowed to play with my brothers anymore. theyve let me try to hang out my brothers a couple of times since but i dont know. i just want to play. aita?
heres me, alone in my bedroom, if you even care
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somehow, you find yourself torn between the two hottest guys at your school and you have no idea who to choose. loosely based off of operation: true love where geto is eunhyeuk and gojo is dohwa :)
a/n: eeee i finally posted the next part :)) thank you for your guys' patience! im almost done the semester too, so expected more stuff soon!
pairing: geto suguru x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader
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“Shit—"
“What?”
“Y/N texted me.”
Mei Mei scoffs; “who cares?”
“I said I’d meet her after she was done cleaning duty,” Sukuna grounds out, pushing himself back so that Mei Mei can slip off the desk and onto her feet. “She texted me five minutes ago.”
There’s a brief pause, before; “you think she saw?”
“Nah,” Sukuna shrugs, “she would’ve come barging in. She’s annoying like that.”
“Hah,” Mei Mei laughs, loud and obnoxious. “I don’t know why you’re even dating her if you find her annoying.”
“She’s consistent,” Sukuna shrugs. “I know she won’t leave. Besides, she’ll do anything I ask if I just give her a little bit of attention.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I’ll text her and reschedule but we should leave,” Sukuna rushes out, the distant sound of feet shuffling and thumps echoing across the otherwise silent hallway. “Quick. Before she sees.”
“Thought you just said she wouldn’t care,” Mei Mei points out.
“Still.” Sukuna offers simply, shaking his head as he ushers her forward.
Mei Mei giggles, glancing at him sultry over her shoulder, “wanna see a movie?”
“...Sure.”
Geto watches as you stand there, listening to every cruel thing the both of them spit out. Their words echo, loud, the both of them completely oblivious to the two pairs of ears listening. But Geto keeps his eyes trained on you, standing before him, curled into yourself. Your hands are clutching your arms, nails digging into the skin, and Geto frowns. 
You don’t move, you don’t say anything—your head is dipped down, your hair covering some of your face so that Geto can’t see you clearly. 
But—but he sees the way your shoulders shake.
Two pairs of footsteps echo across the hallway, growing quieter and quieter as both Mei Mei and Sukuna slip away.
Both of you stand there, frozen.
It isn’t until a minute of silence passes that you move.
Your head lifts and Geto meets your eyes briefly as you offer him a small, bleak smile before turning and walking off. Your steps are quiet but you’re quick, as if desperate to get away.
Geto wants to say something but he doesn’t. He stands there, watching as you grow further and further away until your back disappears around a corner.
And he can’t help but think—you weren’t pathetic. Sukuna was.
-
Your door slams shut behind you, barely paying any attention to your parents who'd watched you come rushing in and had called out for you in concern. You hear their voices trail after you, your mother follows you as she tries to get you to stop.
You don’t. 
You don’t stop until you collapse onto your bed, pathetic and pitifully, tears streaming down your cheeks, trying to hide yourself. Trying to make your bed swallow you whole and allow you to hide yourself from everyone and everything. Geto who’d witnessed one of the most humiliating moments of your life, Sukuna who’d cheated on you, Mei Mei who’s always hated you, your parents…
You didn’t want to talk to them and face the inevitable embarrassment of having to explain why you were crying.
And the worst part was you weren’t even surprised.
Sukuna barely paid attention to you as it was—practically bullying you, letting his friends tease and make fun of you, not caring when you were hurt or injured or upset or jealous or—so what was stopping him from adding a cherry to the top of it all and cheating on you?
Nothing, clearly.
How stupid were you to fool yourself otherwise? To think despite the way he’d been treating you for the past few months, that somehow, in the midst of it all, he was being loyal? 
That he wasn’t kissing and making out with someone else entirely behind your back?
You just couldn’t get that image out of your head.
You’d seen it for approximately five seconds before Geto's hand raised to cover your view and yet, it was long enough to haunt your thoughts .
You think even a second would’ve been enough.
Your heart panged and your chest hurt and yet, it felt like this was something you’d been waiting for. You’d known your relationship with Sukuna had been dying anyways, if his actions weren’t telling enough (which they certainly were).
You guessed what hurt the most was that once it had felt like Sukuna really had loved you.
Because, at the beginning, he really had… hadn’t he?
-
“You’re so cute.”
“Ryoumen,” you whisper, cheeks warming as he smiles brightly down at you, all tooth and cheek.
“It’s true,” he shrugs, as if the words were obvious. “You are. You’re adorable.”
And your heart races at his words, feeling yourself elated at such a simple compliment. It makes your heart soar and your whole body feel like it’s on fire. His voice is charming as he speaks and he smiles down at you, eyes dark and lidded and intoxicating in a way you’ve never quite experienced before.
He makes your whole body tingle and your stomach flutter with butterflies.
And he barely does anything.
“Thank you…”
-
“Here, you’ve got something—“
You freeze as his fingers brush against your cheek, soft and gentle as a tingle travels up your spine at the touch. Your eyes are stuck solely on him, watching as he leans forward, a soft grin on his face as his eyes flicker from the edge of your lips to your eyes.
The icecream that you’d missed on the corner of your lips is swiped up by his fingers and placed in his own mouth.
Your face heats up, burning hot as he smirks at you.
“There,” he says once he’s done, hands falling to his side as he leans back with suave.
You can’t help but let your eyes drift across him, taking him in as your heart hammers against your chest. 
Everything about him was so—
Hot.
“Thank you,” you whisper, touching the spot he had, as if in a daze.
-
His hand reaches out before you, halting your movements with a blink before he grabs the handle of the door for you. Your eyes meet his as he opens the door, stepping back to give you room as he lets you step in first.
You smile at the action, biting your lip.
His fingers thread through yours. Warm and gentle, despite how rough his skin is. His hands are large enough to envelope your hands completely, fingers pressing against your knuckles firmly as you stare ahead of yourself, giddy at the action.
-
His hands brush across your cheek, tucking hair back and behind your cheek, shivers running through you.
-
His arm feels strong around your waist, a feeling of safety coursing through you as he tucks you into his side.
-
His lips are soft, pressing against yours as he tugs you flush against his chest, dominating the kiss in every way that has your legs feeling like jelly beneath you. You’d collapse right then and there if he wasn’t holding you.
But you don’t care.
You just want to lose yourself in him.
-
“Yeah,” you whisper to yourself, hugging your pillow tightly against yourself as you sniffle. “He did love me once.”
Those moments weren’t fake. You knew they weren’t.
They couldn’t be.
And then thought occurs to you before you can stop yourself;
Maybe he will again. 
-
You’re walking to class the next morning when Geto sees you next.
He’s a few steps behind you and you’re alone, walking with your arm wrapped around yourself and eyes trained on your feet.
It’s instinctive. His feet move to quicken their pace and he moves to catch up with you, then—
“Hey, babe!”
A heavy figure flanks itself around you, arm wrapping around your shoulder, causing you to stumble from the sudden weight. Geto watches as your feet work quickly beneath you to catch your balance, watching as Sukuna is oblivious to it all, simply grinning as reaches out and ruffles the top of your head, messing up your hair.
“You didn’t text me back last night,” he hears Sukuna call out, smirking down at you. “Was worried something happened.”
Geto’s too far away to hear your response, your words mumbled, but he sees the look of discomfort that crosses your face as you curl into yourself.
Sukuna doesn’t let you pull away though.
It pisses him off, he realizes. The way Sukuna acts as if nothing was wrong. But of course, for him, nothing was wrong. He was blissfully unaware of you knowing about him cheating on you.
Still, it’s maddening.
It’s infuriating.
Geto acts before thinking.
You’re just about to enter the classroom when he calls for you.
“Y/L/N.”
Both you and Sukuna pause at the sound of his voice, the smirk on Sukuna’s fades as his eyes briefly meet his before Geto focuses his attention on you. His face distinctively softens as he regards the shocked look on your face staring up at him.
“The principle was calling for you,” he explains, blatantly lying and yet, the facade never wavers as he gestures back the way you came. “Said it was urgent.”
Your brows furrow, confusing flickering; “I—“
“We shouldn’t leave her waiting.”
You pause, lips left parted as your eyes dart from Geto to Sukuna, who stares back at Geto, ignoring your gaze, with a nasty glare. Geto effortlessly ignores it.
“O-Oh, okay,” you mumble and finally Sukuna pulls his grasp off of you as you shuffle back. You move to step forward, before pausing when Geto takes a step with you.
You meet his eyes.
“I’ll walk you.”
Sukuna grunts from beside him, “I’m sure Y/N can manage on her own.”
Geto merely shrugs at him.
Sukuna wavers when Geto doesn’t back down, staring back at him, as if daring him to argue further. His eyes narrow, glancing at you briefly before scoffing, spinning around to head into class.
“Whatever.”
You watch him with a hurt expression and Geto is quick to distract you.
“Come on,” he calls over his shoulder, heading back the way you came in.
You rush to follow him, and Geto hears a small squeak of panic leave your lips as you have to practically run to catch up with his long strides. A moment later though you’re next to him, silence surrounds you both as you make the short walk to the principal's office.
Geto stops right outside of it, though.
“Geto?”
He glances at the office, before shifting to face you. Might as well be honest. “The principal didn’t call for you.”
He hears you sputter, eyes widening; “w-what? But—!”
Geto turns to look at you, head dipping down as his expression softens considerably. “You looked like you wanted to get away.”
And his words make you stop. The panic fades as your eyes widen up at him, shoulders falling. Geto watches as the realization sinks in, registering through your mind as your lips part.
“Sorry,” he suddenly calls, feeling a little embarrassed now that the truth was out.
He’d done all of it without thinking, if he was being honest. It had happened before he realized he’d said any of the words and by then it was too late to back out—at least, too late without looking like a fool.
But now with you staring up at him like that, with this shine in your eyes and not an ounce of anger—despite his apology—and rather appreciation… Well, quite frankly, he feels embarrassed.
Turning his head away, Geto covers his face.
“No, no—!” You call out, stammering over your words once again as your hands shake wildly before you. “No, I—uh? Um… thank you? Thank you. That’s… no one’s really ever cared about the way I’ve felt before, I guess.”
Geto pauses at that, eyes snapping back to you and he watches as you shrink under the heat of his gaze.
“I-I mean… besides, like Shoko and my parents, I guess but—“
You halt when you realize you’re rambling.
And for the first time, Geto smiles at you. A chuckle bursts itself past his lips and he feels his eyes crinkle with warmth as he shakes his head.
Instantly, you frown at him; “don’t laugh at me!”
He waves you off; “sorry, sorry. It’s just… you ramble a lot.”
He watches as you cross your arms over your chest, pouting up at him. “I do it when I’m nervous.”
Nodding, Geto smiles down at you.
Then, your eyes widen; “wait! If you were lying then…we’re gonna be late!”
You turn, panicking, to run back to class but Geto is quicker, reaching forward and taking your arm in his hand, halting your movements. He feels you freeze under his touch, muscles tensing, as your head slowly turns to glance back at him.
“We still have time,” he assures with ease. “You’re early.”
“I always am.”
Geto nods. “I know.”
And oddly, he finds himself pleased when he sees your face burn red
“We-Well, you’re usually early too.”
He nods again. “Yes.”
You promptly turn your head up and away, Geto smirks at the sight.
Then his face falters, remembering the way your body had been shaking.
“You should break up with him.”
And slowly, you turn to face him again. 
“He was kissing another girl,” Geto says to your shocked face. “Not to mention, you heard what he said.”
Your face twists into an expression of discomfort, eyes falling to the ground as Geto slowly lets go of you.
“Y/N,” he calls, noting the way you freeze at the use of your first name. “I’m serious.”
“I know, okay?” You burst out, voice pitching loud enough that students walking by glance towards you both, glaring. Geto ignores them. “But… but it’s not that easy.”
Geto’s brows furrow. “Why? He cheated on you.”
“Because—!” And you turn to him, eyes blazed but Geto just frowns when that fire quickly dies and you glance at your feet. “What if nobody else wants me?”
Geto barely hears it and when your words finally do register in his mind, you’re turning away from him.
“Just forget it,” you huff. “I’m going to class.”
Geto’s eyes widen, and he steps forward; “Y/N!”
“Why do you even care?” You cry, a few steps away from him. Geto pauses, hand left hovering before him at the sight of your tears, eyes watering as your bottom lip trembles.
“Don’t you hate me?”
And then you’re walking off before he can say anything else.
-
You're walking with a blurred vision, not paying attention to where you are as you hastily wipe at your cheeks.
Asshole, you hiss in your mind.
Who did he even think he was? Telling you to break up with your boyfriend ? Wasn’t he the one glaring at you just yesterday and for every day before then?
Wasn’t he the one telling you how pathetic he thought you were every day just with his eyes since you started dating Sukuna?
Didn’t he hate you?
And now? Now he was concerned? Now he wanted to be nice and a friend and try to help you?
“Screw him,” you whisper, it being a half sob that breaks past your lips. “He doesn’t know anything. He’s just as bad as—ugh!” 
You’re crashing to the ground before you even realize it, a loud huff leaving your lips as your bum hits the ground hard. Pain ricochets through your body, eyes squinting shut in pain before you slowly flicker them open, hands sprawled beside you to balance yourself, only to see a brilliant blue staring back at you.
“What—?”
“Watch where you’re going.”
Excuse me—
You blink, confused and dazed before you realize just who those brilliant blue eyes belong to.
Gojo Satoru.
One of, if not the most, popular guys at school.
He was known for his good looks and charm. He was tall, just slightly shorter than Geto, standing at six foot three, with white hair that had an almost purple shine to it. As mentioned before, he had bright, beautiful eyes that almost felt as if they were staring into your very soul.
All this tied together, he was very attractive.
One problem?
Apparently, he wasn’t as charming as people said.
He’s moving to step past you and you slowly push yourself up to your feet, eyes narrowed; “hey—! You bumped into me.”
That makes him pause.
Back turned to you, he glanced over his shoulder at you. 
You suddenly feel self conscious. His eyes really did make you feel like they were staring into your soul, as if he could see everything. He doesn’t say anything, and instead lets his eyes drag across your figure, flickering down, then up again, before he smirks.
“Pretty sure that was you, sweet cheeks.”
Your lips part at the nickname, appalled. 
He’s walking off before you can say anything else, not bothering another glance back at you as you stand there, miffed and in absolute disbelief.
How dare—
“Y/N!”
A new voice hisses at you and your head turns, finding Shoko staring at you through the doorway to the classroom.
You stare at her and she shakes her head.
“What’re you doing?” She asks, brows furrowed in confusion and your eyes drift past her, realizing everyone is in the class already, staring at you. “Why are you just standing in the hallway?”
You move to say something but then a shadow falls in front of you. Your lips parent when you realize it’s Geto who chances a small glance down at you before slipping into the class past Shoko.
She glances at him briefly before reaching forward, tugging you forward.
Tucking you into her side, Shoko frowns; “what’s going on with you? You didn’t respond to me at all last night and you’re usually early to class as well, but instead I find you out in the hall looking crazy.”
She’s falling into her seat in front of you as you take your seat, glaring at her—you're not crazy.
“Sorry,” you mumble though, after a moment (because it was true you'd ignore all her texts last night), glancing behind you instinctively only to see both Geto and Sukuna looking at you.
You instantly look back ahead.
“I—uh, bumped into Gojo outside.”
Shoko’s eyes narrow. “That pretty boy?” She all but scoffs, rolling her eyes as she flips her hair back. “What’d that asshole want?”
You shrug, “I bumped into him when I was coming back from—uh, the… the washroom.” You ignore the look of confusion on Shoko’s face when you stumble. “He knocked me to the ground and then wanted me to apologize.”
Shoko huffs; “typical” she shakes her head. “He’s such an ass. I was in his class last year and got partnered with him for a project. It was the worst! He made me do everything.”
That makes you laugh, despite everything. Then again, you always felt the most at ease with Shoko.
“You?” You tease, pointing a finger at her. “It’s hard to believe you’d ever do work.”
She shrugs. “I needed the marks.”
You laugh, falling silent as she continues to chat your ear off, just as you feel a buzz in your pocket.
Frowning, you pull your phone out. Who could be texting you now?
hey sweet cheeks ;)
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You know for a fact that Uraume has some scolding hot tea ☕️ on Sukuna and his wife!
Ohohoho~ you’ve awoken the beast, anon!
Going by Urauma’s POV and the other servants, what are common things to hear, see, and experience in Heian Era! Sukuna’s household? (With Sukuna’s wife being added to the mix)
IM LATE ON THIS BUT THAT'S BECAUSE I HAD TO THINK Uraume has been really growing on me as a character, especially in the little Sukuna ff verse. I feel like Uraume doesn't get the respect they deserve!!!
BUT
I feel like some of the most common things to see are villagers making their little pilgrimage to the temple/ palace dozens come in a week hoping to get the favor of their overlord most are nice and respectful enough, they bring offerings, small meals, or maybe any art piece they could sacrifice to get his blessing for their plans
When they bow their heads low enough he lets them go with a little 'hmph' and a wave.
But when they're not? when they make the trip to arrogantly insist that they don't need the help let alone any blessings? -that's when the servants press their backs against the walls in the throne room, anxious about what's coming next.
If he's feeling particularly wasteful ( and annoyed ) he won't even have to move to get their body into slices right by his feet. If he's feeling bored the torture could last for hours until their body finally gives out. No one moves - they've seen it play out before, but they don't want to witness it --they're too scared to move. When it's over and their King finally drags his eyes over to the corner of the room where they're lined up against the wall all he manages is "Why are you all still standing there?" ( He knows why ) That's their cue to go back to their tasks.
With Uraume I feel like Sukuna is always aware of their presence as in he can sense the life/CE behind him or to his side but with how long they've been of service sometimes he genuinely forgets they're there which allows them to be privy to a lot more information lmao. So beyond this ( x ) I think Uraume has seen all types of visitors come through, Kenjaku, old leaders of the Gojo and Zenin clans, etc. These interactions were always odd in their own ways- the conversations are strained and everyone is not saying what they mean - but Uraume is adept at picking up on subtext.
When Sukuna's wife joins things change, the halls of the palace are fuller, and more lively, - not as cold and quiet as they used to be. To be honest, the conditions were not horrendous- but now that he's more distracted it feels like everyone just let out a deep breath. The other servants don't see as much Uraume does in the previous has of this but the eagle-eyed ones can pick up on bits and pieces.
Their King of curses is a bit more lenient now, things that drift away from his rigid routine and standards don't bother him as much anymore. He's more commonly found in the library or gallery now, rather than any training room. Some noticed him rereading or visiting old art pieces from years ago with new excitement- ready to show you all of his favorite details.
He's somehow lazier and bursting with more energy around you- neglecting any duties that he can while trying to subtly impress you- showing off everything he can offer. If the memories of his cruelty were not so fresh in the mind of his staff, it would be cute,-like a schoolboy crush. The look is refreshing to see on their master.
When Uraume finishes overseeing all the meal preparations, most servants are dismissed as soon as Sukuna comes into the dining hall- allowing the two of you to eat away from prying eyes. On the odd days when you don't come in right away, even the oblivious ones can catch onto the fact that he's waiting for you- patiently at that.
I think it's one of those unspoken things no one mentions it but they all know it to some degree, their new surroundings are curious for sure- but they will do anything to avoid bursting the bubble of their now almost fear-free life.
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