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Yuji x Reader: You're staying

Hi guys, this one's about Yuji taking care of you when you're drunk. All characters are grown up. Enjoy reading 🤍✨

Warnings: none it's just fluffy and Yuji's really sweet <3

Word count: 2623

“Are you serious?”, Yuji’s sighed. “Yeah. She needs to go. She can barely stand”, Nobara turned her phone away from you, “But she doesn’t want to leave. You’ll probably need to drag her out of here”. “Don’t worry. I’m on my way”, Yuji put down his phone before starting his car.

—-

“Let’s see who’ll give up first”, you smirked as you took another shot. “Oh? You sure you want to do this with me?”, the man smiled.

God, Yuji couldn’t take this. You were drunk and flirting with a random guy who probably wanted nothing more than to take advantage of you. And why were you wearing that dress? Your breasts were practically falling out of the thin fabric…

“Enough”, Yuji angrily grabbed your glass. “What’s wrong?”, the man grabbed his shoulder, “I’m sure she can take care of herself”.

If you weren't struggling to stand, Yuji would have punched that idiot in the face, but you were his priority now. He just needed you to be safe.

“She obviously can’t. You realize this man is twice your age, right?”, Yuji’s eyes never left you. “F-fuck off Yuji”, you drunkenly hiccuped, “T-toji’s really nice and kind”. “Are you really that stupid? You know damn well what he’s after”. “So? I-it’s none of your business!”, you pushed him away. “I think it’s best if you leave”, an awful smirk on the man’s face, “She’s a grown woman”.

Fuck, you could be so frustrating sometimes. He just wanted you to be safe. Was it that hard for you to see?

“Fine”, he chuckled, “Have fun with that idiot over here”. The man stayed quiet, a defiant look in his eyes before he pulled you behind him. “Who is that kid? Is he your boyfriend or something?”. “No, of course not!”, you pulled a disgusted face as Yuji walked to Nobara. She’d been watching everything from a distance.

His heart ached a little at your remark. Would it be so bad if he was your boyfriend? Would you rather have strange men groping-

“Shit”, Nobara sighed as she pinched the space between her brows. “What?”, Yuji angrily followed her gaze. He could see the man’s hand gliding down to your ass, softly pinching the soft flesh before he decided to leave it there.

This wasn’t going to happen. You were leaving, right this second.

“Fuck Y/N!”, Yuji angrily pulled you toward him, “You’re coming with me”. “She doesn’t want to leave, right sweetheart?”. “Don’t you dare touch her again”, Yuji balled his fists. He didn’t care if he was going to get kicked out. He wasn’t leaving you here with that pervert. “Y-yuji!”, you tried to stand up straight but the booze had made your brain foggy. “Shut up”, he swooped his arm behind your knees as he lifted you from the ground. “Leave her”, the stranger grabbed Yuji’s shoulder again.

Okay. This was it. He was going to punch that idiot.

However, Nobara had done the sensible thing and informed the bouncer of your little dispute. “Is there a problem?”. “That pervert here is groping on her body while she’s clearly drunk”, Yuji held you close to him, ignoring your drunken pleas to stay. The bouncer looked at Toji before turning back to Yuji, “She’s your friend?”. “Hm”, he held you even closer. “Think it’s best if he takes her home”, the bouncer looked at the older man. “Whatever”, Toji smirked, “Enough chicks in here anyway”. “Nobara, you staying?”, Yuji tried his hardest to ignore the stranger. “Yeah, called Maki. She’s coming”. “M-maki? N-now I want to stay too!!!”, you dropped your head, looking at the world upside down.

Yuji gritted his teeth in response. How could you be so reckless? You told him you weren’t going to get drunk. It was supposed to be a fun night with your friends, but you had to overdo it.

“Happy now?”, the pink-haired boy gently fastened your seatbelt. “Nobara’s worried sick about you”. “S-she’s boring”, a drunken hiccup. “No. She knows when she’s had enough. Unlike you”. “H-hey! L-let me out! I want to go back!”, you tried to open your door. “You’re not going anywhere”, he started his car, “Just close your eyes or something”.

The drive home didn’t go smoothly. No. You had to keep complaining. Saying he’d kidnapped you, yelling at him, telling him that it wasn’t his business…

“H-hey this isn’t my place! I-it’s yours!”, you folded your arms, making it even harder for your friend to get you out of his car. “You’re not sleeping alone”. “Exactly! I’m calling t-that guy from the bar-“.

Yuji had been patient with you, despite your accusations, but he’d had enough.

“Enough”, he roughly picked you up, carrying you inside. “You’re staying here, got it?”, he tried to be as kind as possible while laying you down on his bed, but your kicking and scolding made such a simple task impossible.

He’d never seen you like this. Sure, you were always a pain in the ass when you were drunk, but not like this. You were always kind to him, maybe even more than when you were sober.

“Fuck Y/N. Can’t you see I’m just trying to help you? Why are you acting like this?”, his eyes round in surprise. “Because you kidnapped me! It’s none of your business who I sleep with and-“. “Sleep with?”, a soft chuckle, “You really wanted to sleep with that guy?”. “So? He was handsome-“. “Handsome? Is that all it takes for you to open your legs?”.

He was harsh. Too harsh. It wasn’t his place to say something like that, but... Well, to be honest... He did have a little crush on you. Okay, not just a little, and even though it was hard to admit, it hurt when you said something like that.

“Get out”, you almost whispered. He knew he fucked up when he noticed the shift in your tone. “I didn’t mean it like that”, his voice soft now. “Get out Yuji”, a last warning. “Fine”, he clenched his jaw, “Pretend I’m the bad guy for keeping you safe”. “Safe? You just ruined my entire night!”. “I’m sorry that I fucked up your one-night stand. How could I be so rude?”, he sarcastically replied. “You know that guy was at least 40, right? He could’ve drugged you, hurt you, done all kinds of things with you-“. “Just leave me alone!”, drunken tears now streaming down your cheek, “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you”.

“Hate?”, he smacked his lips as his heart shattered.

“You always do this. You always ruin my chances with everyone. Why? Why do you do that?”.

T-that wasn’t right. He never… But he did, didn’t he? Every time you went out. Every time he saw you were clinging onto a boy’s arm, every time you looked at a boy with something more in your eyes… He always swooped in, pretending to save you, but you were a grown woman, and he was only your friend.

“I never meant to-“. “You know?”, you interrupted him, “If you had the balls to ask me out, I probably would’ve said yes. In fact-“, you sat up straight before continuing. “I’ve waited for months but you never asked me and it’s fine, you know? You don’t have to ask me out, but you can’t just ruin everything else for me”.

Yuji could do nothing but watch as tears kept rolling down your cheek onto his sheets.

“When have I ever done the same? I’ve watched how you’ve kissed random girls in the club, or when you’re out on another date… And I’ve never complained, not once, because I want you to be happy”. “B-but that guy was a pervert-“, he tried to intervene. “B-but but but”, you angrily raised your voice, “There’s always an excuse”.

What were you even telling him right now? That you feel the same?

“Y/N-“, he tried to come closer. “No, stay away!”, you angrily threw your heels toward him.

God, he hated this. This was the last thing he wanted.

“Fine”, he raised his hands, “Just let me know if there’s anything you need, okay?”.

He waited for a response but when he realized he wasn’t getting one, he just left. It was needless to say that he couldn’t find sleep. He tried over and over again to understand what just happened, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around your behavior.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?”, he murmured to himself before he sat down on his couch.

He wasn’t a bad guy. At least, that’s what he thought but when he saw you like that… The way you cried, the hate in your eyes… It’s true, he never asked you out but that was because he never thought you’d like him back. He wasn’t your type. You always used to whisper to Nobara how much you adored Megumi, how cute he was, and how much you liked him… He always thought you liked his best friend instead of him.

“4 AM?”, Yuji’s heart sank to his stomach. He was worried about you.

One look wouldn’t hurt. Just to make sure you were safe and sound. What if you had thrown up? That was dangerous, right? Yes. Just one quick look into his room just to be sure.

He opened his door as gently as possible. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up. “Y/N?”, his heart shattered as he could hear your silent sobs.

Were you still awake?

“Y/N?”, he repeated at a lack of response. “W-what?”, you softly replied. “Why are you crying? Is everything alright?”. “I’m not crying. I’m fine”, you lied as you pulled the sheets closer to your face. All in a futile attempt to hide your tears. “You’re not”, Yuji softly sat down beside you, one hand resting on your waist as he signaled you to roll over. “What’s wrong?”, he gently pulled the sheets away from your face as he hovered over you. “I just don’t get it”, you rolled over, your face now buried into his lap. “What?”. “Why haven’t you asked me out? Is something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Not smart enough? What have I done wrong?”.

He stayed quiet for a bit. He didn’t want to say something to upset you, but he wasn’t sure this was a conversation to be held right now. You were obviously still drunk.

“You can’t even answer”, you broke down again. “N-no”, he awkwardly placed his arm around you, “I like you, you know that”.

“Just as a friend?”.

A sudden panic rose to his head. You wouldn’t ask something like this when you were sober.

“Not exactly”, he awkwardly shifted his back. “S-so more than a friend?”, your sobs suddenly stopped. “Y/N-“, he tried to change the topic of the conversation but you wouldn’t let him. “Yes or no?”. “Yes”, he shyly replied, his gaze fixed on his window. “Then why haven’t you asked me out?”. “Because I thought you liked Fushigoro”. “Megumi?”, your brows pulled together. “Yeah”, he massaged the back of his neck. “N-no he’s like a brother to me”, you looked up at Yuji. Even in the darkness of the night seemed his eyes to shine. He always had this spark to him, something he never lost. “Look, we’ll talk about this in the morning. When you’re sober and-“, his heart stopped when he felt your soft hand on his wrist. “Y/N?”, he nervously chuckled as his cheeks reddened.

He normally wasn’t this flustered. He could pick up girls and rarely failed to do so if he wanted, but you were different. He cared about you. Somehow you made him feel a little lost.

“I never wanted to go with that guy”, your voice steady, “I wanted Nobara to call you”. “Huh?”, he knitted his brows in confusion. “I wanted to see you, to make you jealous”, your cheeks now cherry red. “But-“. “I’m in love with you, okay?”, you finally raised your eyes.

God, he tried to process what you told him, to figure this all out but…

“Fine”, you clenched your jaw, “If you’re not going to do it…”. “W-what?”.

He didn’t like this. The way his heart fluttered, the way his face felt like it was on fire…

His eyes went round as your hands cupped his cheeks, your lips suddenly on his.

This wasn’t right. He was supposed to kiss you, not the other way around… He didn’t want you to feel unsure, to think he didn’t want this.

So, without thinking twice, he let his hands explore your body. As gentle and careful as possible, of course. He wasn’t a savage. He respected you. His digits exploring the fabric of your little, black dress… Only slowing down when he felt your bare skin.

Yes. He wanted more. So much more. Especially when you sat up a little straighter, your arms wrapped around his neck, singing cute, whimpering noises into his ear… He knew you wanted more too. You made it so clear when you guided his hands to your curves…

“Slow down”, he sweetly smiled. “W-why?”, you sounded out of breath. “Because we’re not going to take this further. Not now”. “You don’t think I’m pretty enough?”, your eyes suddenly hanging low. “Are you crazy?”, he cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes. “You’re more than perfect but I respect you too much. We’re not doing this when you’re drunk”. “B-but I’m not drunk anymore!”, you protested. “Not as drunk”, Yuji corrected you. “Look, just get out of your dress. You can sleep in my shirt”. “But Yuji-“. “I’m serious”, his tone a bit harsher than usual. “You need to get some rest. Come here”.

He gently picked you up as he walked to his bathroom.

“Here, you can brush your teeth”, he grabbed a new toothbrush from his cabin. “Thanks Yuji”. “And here”, he happily handed you one of his shirts, “Call me if you need anything”.

He waited patiently for you as he put on shorts and a shirt to sleep in. Yuji made sure your dress and shoes were neatly tucked away in his closet as he laid out a sweatshirt for you to wear in the morning. It tended to get a little cold in his apartment at this time of the year and -

His thoughts stopped as you suddenly stood before him, looking way too cute in his shirt. “Thanks”, you sweetly smiled as you noticed he’d neatly tucked your belongings in his closet.

His shirt was way too big, and it didn’t fit you at all. Yet, it somehow fitted you better than anyone else. His shirt had never looked so good on someone, not even on himself.

“D-don’t worry”, a nervous chuckle. “Night Yuji”, you gently kissed his cheek before crawling under his sheets. “Goodnight”, he tried to take his eyes away from you but failed to do so. “What are you waiting for?”, one of the sweetest whispers he’d ever heard. “Huh?”. “Come here, silly”, you opened the sheets as you made room for him. “I-I already told you-“. “I just want to cuddle”, you giggled. “O-oh right”, he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

Your body felt so warm, so soft, so … God, you were driving him crazy. You fitted perfectly into his arms.

“Night, Itadori”. “Itadori?”, he murmured as his nose was already pressed into your hair; taking in your sweet scent.

You never called him by his first name; no one did.

“Don’t want to be like anyone else anymore”, you shuffled even closer. “You never were”, he tightened his grip around your waist, “You’ve always been special to me”.

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shiftingparadise · 18 days

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I want you to (part 2)

Here's a part 2, hopefully you'll enjoy it just as much. I'm going to work on your requests again. Enjoy reading 🤍✨

PS: I really want to continue Soft Spot, anyone any ideas? 🥰

WARNINGS: smut - angst

Word count: 1979

“I got something for you”, a soft smile on his face. “An envelope?”, I frowned. “Open it”, a spark in his eyes. “No, you didn’t. How did you get tickets to the opening of his art show? W-we weren’t invited”. “Well, now you are”, he chuckled. “How did you-“. “Doesn’t matter”, he gestured for me to come over, “Everything for my princess”. “Thank you”, I hastily sat down on his lap before plastering kisses all over his face. “I can’t believe I get to be one of the first persons to see his work”.

I sighed as I relived the memory. How could he fake something like that? He seemed so content, so proud of himself for making me happy… Now, he wanted nothing more than to see me cry. It all felt so cruel to me; so unfair.

“I don’t want to today”, my eyes glued to the floor as I sat down on the bed. “I don’t care”, his hand softly wrapped around my throat, “I’m going to make you mine”. “I’m already yours”, I whispered as my hands were tied behind my back. “Because I force you to”, he took a step back.

I rubbed my wrists together, to loosen the rope around them. I didn’t understand why he tied my wrists together, there was nowhere for me to go; nowhere I could go.

“Blue suits you well”, his eyes studied the lingerie he chose for me, “Goes well with those bruises I gave you yesterday”.

A sudden hate started to rise to my throat. I didn’t want him to find me pretty. At least not like this.

“Those aren't bruises”, I narrowed my eyes, “You bit me”. “Only because you were acting like a brat”, he roughly grabbed my jaw. “Let go”, I tried to pull away. “Again? Haven’t you learned your lesson?”, a disgusted look on his face.

Feitan never hurt me. At least not like he hurt others. Sure, he bit me, he sometimes even scratched my back a little too hard, but he never cut me. He never even tried to break my fingers or my leg. He never did any real damage.

“What are you going to do? Bite me? Like a dog?”, a defiant look in my eyes. “Watch it”, his eyes grew dark. “Or what? I’m not scared of you”, I sat up straight.

H-huh?, my eyes widened as I felt the back of his hand against my cheek. This was the second time he hit me. It was a sudden reminder of his strength.

“On your hands and knees”, his voice colder than usual as he freed my hands. “N-no”, I loudly swallowed. “I won’t hold back this time”.

He didn’t need to raise his hand. The way he looked at me was more than enough to make me obey.

“Good”, he got behind me as his fingers gently traced over my spine. I flinched once I felt his cold fingertips. “Oh? What’s wrong?”, he mocked as his hand wrapped around my hair. Without saying anything else, he pulled my head back as his lips hovered next to my ear.

“Scared?”.

“Yes”, I tried to hold back tears.

It was best to just go along, to give him what he wanted.

“I thought you weren’t scared of me”, he pushed my head into a pillow as his other hand gently pulled my panties down. “N-no”, my knees pulled together like magnets. “Don’t”, he softly pulled them back open with his knee. A chuckle as he looked down, his digits already where my body needed them the most.

I closed my eyes in shame. I didn’t want him to notice how much my body needed him.

“I’m going to breed you until you can’t walk anymore”, his tip already pressed against my entrance. “Even when I hit you, when I hurt you, you’re body still wants me to fuck you. Isn’t that funny?”.

“Please Feitan”, I closed my eyes, not sure what I was pleading for. I didn’t want him to stop, but I didn’t want him to continue either. It was a constant battle.

“I can’t wait to see your belly”, he grunted as he pushed in, “You’re going to look fucking perfect with my baby inside you”.

“F-fei-“, I lifted myself as he pushed even deeper.

“Fuck, you’re so tight”, he chuckled as he picked up the pace, “I want to see you cry, you know that? I want to see that cute nose turn pink, your eyes all swollen… But you’re already used to this, aren’t you? You’re used to being my pretty doll that I get to fuck whenever I want”.

Used? I didn’t need to get used to it. I enjoyed it every time. Even if I cried, even if I begged him to stop... I never really wanted him to.

“W-wait”, I tried to protest as he flipped me onto my back. “What if I carve my name in your skin, would you cry then?”, a sudden edge in his tone.

I closed my eyes in response. I didn’t want to see the look in his eye; the joy he felt.

“Tsk”, he clicked his tongue as he got more rough. It seemed that he got agitated for an unknown reason.

He didn’t want you to know how soft he was for you. He really wanted you to be scared for him, but he didn’t enjoy seeing you like this. He couldn't keep this up. His heart ached at your hurt.

“Don’t worry”, he softly guided my chin so I could look at him, “Won’t do stuff like that. Not to you”.

An unwilling flutter in my stomach.

“J-just keep going”, I arched my back. “Don’t worry”, he let his head rest against mine. A sign he wanted to feel my touch. “You’re such a good boy”, my hands gently wrapped around him, “You’re always making me feel so good”.

He didn’t know what happened inside him; why there was this sudden warmth running through his veins.

“More”, a whisper I could barely hear. “You’re going to make me come”, I gently grabbed his hand, guiding it to where I needed him the most. “Fuck Feitan”, I smiled as my breaths got heavier, “You’re making me feel so good”.

He pulled away. His eyes were now glued to my face. There was this unsure look on his face; as if he didn’t understand what was happening.

“I want you to come with me”, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, “Want you to fill me up. W-want to have your baby”. “Y/N-“, his eyes widened as I pulled him closer each time he pushed into me. He didn’t answer. For the first time, he stayed quiet. ‘F-fei”, I softly sighed as I came undone. He followed shortly, but there was no warning when he came. No sigh, no moan, nothing.

“Feitan?”, I sat up straight as he got dressed. “I’m going to tape your mouth shut next time”, he sat down next to me again, “You’re getting too confident”.

My eyes went round in disbelief as I noticed a smile on his face.

“I want to have twins”, his smile disappeared again, “A boy and a girl and I’m going to give them everything I didn’t have. A loving mother, a warm house, toys, books, … I want to go on holidays together, I want to celebrate Christmas, I-“, he suddenly paused. “I know you don’t want to be mine, but I know you’re going to give our children everything they need”, he looked to the ceiling, “Just as I know you’d protect them with your life if necessary”.

He was beautiful when he showed his soft side. I could look at him forever when he was like this.

“I need to go out at night, for work. I’ll see you in the morning”, he placed an awkward kiss on my temple, a gesture he probably never meant before. "And don’t try to leave. I’ll have someone here to watch you”.

—-

“Get up”, his cold voice rang from behind the door, “Breakfast is ready”. I wanted to rebel, to tell him I wasn’t hungry, but it would be futile. “Y/N?”, he raised his voice from a lack of response. “Just a minute”, I forced myself to answer before putting on the clothes he laid out for me.

Every day, around 6 AM, he’d come into my room and neatly lay out clothes for me. Yesterday it was a short skirt with a Ralph Lauren sweater, the day before there was a beautiful, pink dress…

“I want to wear sweatpants”, I sighed while I adjusted my skirt. For some reason, he gave me an extra short, black dress today, paired with some Lousboutins. Needless to say, I didn’t feel very comfortable. “Hm?”, he raised an eyebrow as he took a bite from his toast. “N-nothing”, I hastily forced a smile on my face. “Eat”, his eyes low.

God, I hated this silence. There was nothing left for me to do other than wait.

“I need you to do something for me”. “What?”, I softly replied. “Went out last night”, his brows pulled together, “I need you to take care of me”. “Take care of you?”. “I’m hurt”, he slowly stood up, “I need stitches”. “I-I can’t… I’ve never-“. “Bathroom”, he interrupted my nervous pleas. “B-but-“. “Won’t ask you twice”, his cold eyes stared into mine.

I nervously shuffled behind him, scared to admit that I couldn’t stand the sight of blood.

“I’d normally ask Machi”, he grunted as he leaned against the sink, “But she’s on a mission”. “Okay”, I wrapped my arms around my waist as he took off his shirt. “See?”, he looked down at the wound.

My stomach started to turn. Feitan had wrapped a bandage around his waist in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but the once-white fabric had already turned red.

“Here”, he grabbed a couple of things out of the cabinet. “D-don’t you need something for the pain?”, I slowly walked closer. “It’s fine”, he grunted as he got rid of the bandage.

Right. I should’ve known better than to look at the wound.

“What?”, his cold eyes grew more tired by the second. “N-nothing”, I tried to get some feeling in my fingers by shaking my hands. “Hurry, it hurts”, he let his head fall back. I nodded before I cleaned his wound.

So far, so good.

“Shit”, Feitan grunted at the stinging sensation of the disinfectant. “Sorry”, I softly responded before looking at the needle. “It’s fine, just hurry”, he looked to the side. “S-so”, I cleared my throat as I held out the needle.

I couldn’t do this. I knew I couldn’t. Why did I even try?

“Think 8 stitches are enough”, he pulled his brows together as he examined the wound.

I just nodded as my head started to spin. The wound looked even more awful as blood kept dripping down onto the cold tiles.

“Y/N?”, Feitan’s voice sounded strange. As if he was yelling from far away. “Y/N?”, he repeated as dark spots took over my sight. “Fuck”, he gritted his teeth before catching me.

—-

“Hm?”, I grunted as I tried to figure out where I was. “Finally”, Feitan sighed, “You were out for a couple of hours”. “A couple of hours?!”. “You were probably tired. It’s not like you sleep much at night”. “H-how do you know?”. “Doesn’t matter”, he placed a bag on my lap. “What’s this?”, my brows pulled together. “Sweatpants and a sweater”, a discontent look on his face, “You wanted some, right?”. “Y-yeah”, I softly replied. “I got some more clothes. They’re already in your closet. Wear whatever you like”. "Y-your wound-", I didn't care about the clothes. "Already took care of it", he lifted his shirt, "Now get some rest. You're tired".

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shiftingparadise · 25 days

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Gojo x Reader (x Nanami): Let me be happy

Okay so Gojo’s a big red flag, but Nanami is really sweet 🥺🥺🥺 I really want to write a part 2 so let me know if you guys want me to. Enjoy reading 🤍

Word count: 1757

Warnings: smut - angst - cheating

“Aw, come on”, his hot breath against your shoulder, “You love this”. “I don’t”, you clenched your jaw, your heart heavy. “Liar”, he pulled you closer as his hand slipped between your thighs, earning him a cute whimper. “See?”, he chuckled, “We’ve been going for hours and you still want more”.

Of course, you wanted more. No girl in the world would ever get enough of Satoru Gojo. Not only did he look exceptionally good, but he also knew how to make a girl feel good.

“No, I don’t”, you ignored the throbbing sensation between your legs. “I’m done with feeling guilty”. “She says after the third round”, Gojo slowly let go before turning on his back.

You didn’t respond. He was right. You were a hypocrite.

“You always do this”, he slowly sat up straight, “You always ruin the mood by bringing her up after we’re done”. “I’m sorry that I remind you of the fact that you already have a girlfriend”, your eyes widened in disbelief. “Then stop showing up when I call you”, he now stood up before angrily putting on his pants. “Are you seriously blaming me?”, your heart started to race. “Are you seriously blaming me”, Satoru childishly repeated. “Ugh, I can’t with you”, you pulled the sheets over your head, “I don’t want to see you anymore”. “Ah, here we go again”, the white-haired man raised his voice. “Declaring how much you hate me, how you despise me for cheating… But I don’t force you to sleep with me. I don’t force you to sleep with someone who has a girlfriend”. Gojo paused for a second before he continued, “I hate that you’re always pretending to be good, to be so sweet and innocent when you’re practically begging me to fuck you”.

“Excuse me?”, you angrily threw the sheets from your naked body. “Am I wrong?”, he put his shirt back on. “Oh please, Satoru. Fuck me harder, make me yours, tell me I’m yours”, he repeated your words.

Why was he so attractive? Even now, when he was so annoyed and angry with you…

“Or the other day, when you wore that short skirt on purpose? When I was standing next to my girlfriend and you were dropping stuff on purpose just so I could look at your ass”, his tone suddenly softened.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”, you crossed your arms.

You could tell he wasn’t angry anymore. The look in his eyes, the smirk he couldn’t hide…

“Thought I made it clear when I pulled you into the classroom and fucked you dumb”, he slowly walked closer again. “Really?”, you looked to the ceiling, “Seems like I forgot-“. “Forgot, huh?”, he grabbed your jaw, “Seems like I need to remind you again…”. “Remind me of what?”, you looked into his eyes. “Remind you that you can’t wear stuff like that. I don’t like it when other guys look at you, you know that”, his brows pulled together.

Right. You were his, but he wasn’t yours.

“But I have to share you, right?”, you quietly replied. “You know I barely sleep with Utahime”, Satoru gently stroked your cheek, “We’ve talked about this”. “Hm”, you pulled away as you realized you had once again ruined the mood. “Fine”, his blue eyes seemed to darken a bit, “Look, she’s going on a mission soon. I’ll promise to stay over for the night when she’s gone”. “You mean we can sleep together? And eat breakfast together and-“. “Yeah yeah”, he waived your words away, “If that’d make you happy-“. “Thanks, Satoru”, you threw your arms around him, your knees now pressing into the soft fabric of your mattress. “I need to go now”, a swift kiss on your temple before he disappeared.

—-

“Shit”, Satoru hissed as his grip tightened around your hair, “See? That’s why I need you”.

God, the way he whimpered made you crazy.

“You know she could never make me feel like this”, his lips hovered against your ear. “Hm”, your forehead pressed against his shoulder as you followed his rhythm. “G-glad she’s on that mission”, his eyes closed in pleasure, “I don’t think I could’ve waited any longer for you. You know I need you, right?”. “I know”, your mind clouded in pleasure. “Think I’m going to come already”, a lazy chuckle, “You’re driving me crazy”.

This wasn’t right. You knew it wasn’t but you were in love, and every second with Satoru made you feel alive.

“It’s fine”, you softly bit into his earlobe, “We can go again”. “All night, all morning, all day”, his hands smoothly moved down your waist, “Inside?”. “Please”. “I’ll clean you up after, don’t worry princess”, his nails sank into your soft flesh as he picked up the pace.

It didn’t take long for him to finish. He loved your scent, your body, the way the moonlight made your skin seem so smooth and fragile… But he didn’t love you, and you were painfully aware of that.

“Satoru?”, you whispered once he got out of the bathroom.

He was holding a towel, ready to keep his word.

“What?”, he lazily tilted his head, his hair still messy as he crawled on top of you. “How long are we going to do this?”, your eyes glossy. “Don’t start, princess. Please”, he gently pushed your legs open as he cleaned you up with a towel.

Your heart sank to your stomach. You didn’t want to ruin the mood, but you needed to talk about this.

“Don’t you think I deserve more than this?”, your eyes avoided his. “What do you mean?”, his brows already pulled together. “Don’t you think I deserve someone that loves me? That chooses me?”, your voice broke.

This was the first time he stayed quiet.

“You have to choose”, a tear streaming down your cheek, “I can’t do this anymore. I want more, I-I deserve more-“.

“What are you saying?”, his patience running thin as he interrupted you. “Me or Utahime”, you finally looked at him, only to see a distressed face looking back.

Did he care for you? Was he afraid of losing you? Or just your body?

“Are you serious? We could’ve had a couple of nice days together. Why are you doing this?”.

He didn’t yell, he didn’t raise his voice in the slightest.

“Don’t you feel guilty?”. “N-no, I mean of course but-“. “Then choose”, you got up and headed to your bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower and if you’re still here, then you’ll choose me and if you’re gone well… Then this ends”, you tried to hide your tears.

You knew what he was going to do. You knew he didn’t care enough about you to stay. His heart belonged somewhere else.

“Satoru?”, your heart raced as you called out for him, your legs trembling.

No answer. No trace of him.

“Right”, you chuckled as you tightened the wet towel around your body. You knew this would happen so why did you feel bad? Why were you mad at yourself for making him choose? If you didn’t he’d still be here, and you would’ve been happy, but you had to do this. This wasn’t fair, not to you, and especially not to Utahime.

—-

“I’m so tired”, Nanami let his head fall back, “These damn kids are killing me”. “You can always go back to your old job”, you smirked. “Shut up”, he smiled.

After that night, you didn’t hear from Satoru anymore. It was still awkward when you came across each other, or when you needed to give training to your students together but it was for the best. You missed him, but you felt so much better now you were living without guilt; without secrets.

“Fine”, you giggled as you playfully brushed through his hair, “I need to talk to Shoko. I’ll see you later”, you took the last sip of your coffee as you walked out of the teacher’s room.

“Want to grab some dinner after?”, Nanami coldly asked before you left.

You froze. Nanami never asked something like that. You knew him since you entered Jujutsu High, back when you two were still teenagers, and he never asked you to go to dinner.

“Dinner?”, you softly replied. “Yeah, dinner”, he sat up straight again.

“ Isn’t there a meeting this evening?”, Gojo hastily intervened. “The meeting’s not until tomorrow evening”, Utahime sighed, “You really need to put the dates in your phone”. “Right”, Satoru clenched his jaw.

You widened your eyes. Why would he intervene like that?

“There’s this new place I’ve been wanting to try”, Nanami continued, “I’d love to take you there”. “Yeah, sure”, you blushed. “Good, I’ll pick you up around 7”, the blonde sweetly smiled at you.

You never saw him smile like that.

“Are you going to wear a suit?”, you teased him. He shrugged in response. “Ugh, fine”, you sighed as you turned around, “I’ll wear something nice too”. “Hm”, he hummed in response as he watched you leave.

“What the hell?”, Satoru couldn’t contain himself any longer, “What’s this? You suddenly like her?”. “It’s none of your business”, Nanami replied coldly. “Are you seriously that oblivious?”, Utahime rolled her eyes, “He’s been in love with her for years”.

“For years?”, Gojo repeated the words.

God, he wanted to blow up the entire school.

“What does it matter?”, Utahime now frowned. “N-nothing”, Satoru snapped back, “I need to train Yuji. I’ll see you later”.

That was a lie, of course. He wanted to catch up with you, to make sure you were his alone.

“What was that?”, he grabbed your arm as he pulled you into one of the empty classrooms. “Shit Satoru”, you pulled away, “Don’t scare me like that, you know I can’t sense you when you’re using your cursed-“. “What was that?”, he didn’t let you finish. “What?”. “Are you seriously going on a date with Nanami? He’s my friend-“. “Your friend?”, you chuckled, “You have a girlfriend and you’re worrying about what I do when we never even dated, we never-“, you stopped mid-sentence.

There was no point in explaining anything.

“You made your choice”, you softly whispered, “Now stick with it”.

You didn’t care that he was angry, or jealous. You deserved to be happy.

“Besides, it’s only dinner”, you looked over your shoulder before leaving. “Only dinner”, Satoru sarcastically replied, “I asked you the same thing once. Remember how we ended our ‘dinner’?”. You didn’t bother to respond. You were done with playing games.

—-

“Oh”, Nanami widened his eyes when you opened your door. “W-What?”, you hastily looked down, “I-is there something wrong with my dress?”. “No, it’s just”, he paused for a second as he tried to find the right words, “You weren’t joking when you said you were going to wear something nice”. “I-is it too much? It is right?”, you blushed in shame, “I’ll get changed”. “Please don’t”, his hand gently wrapped around your wrist, “It’s beautiful. Y-you’re beautiful”, he corrected himself.

So this wasn’t just dinner. He wanted to take you out on a date.

“Thanks”, your cheeks already red.

He gently guided you to his car before he opened the door for you. His hand gently rested at the bottom of your back the entire time.

“Do you find this strange?”, he looked at you, one hand on his steering wheel. “I don’t know”, you looked outside. “We’ve known each other for so long. You never made it clear you wanted to go on a date with me-“. “I did”, he sweetly chuckled, “Many times”. “T-that’s a lie!”, you turned to look at him. “Oh, is it?”, he raised an eyebrow. “Y-yeah!”, you sat up more straight. “Well, I’ve always bought you flowers for Valentine's Day. I’ve never let you go on a mission alone even when I got in trouble for it, I stayed by your side for weeks when Suguru left-“. “Okay okay, fine”, you crossed your arms.

“But you’re okay with this, right?”, he got serious again. “Of course”, you looked down, “I’m glad you asked”. “Good”, he nervously shuffled before his hand softly grabbed your thigh.

You widened your eyes as you looked at the blonde. He looked good, way better than Satoru for some reason. Nanami seemed mature, as if he could take care of you. The way his hand rested on his steering wheel, the veins on his hand, the way he softly pinched your thigh…

“We’re here”, he opened his door but stopped when he saw you opening yours. “What are you doing?”, he almost seemed agitated. “H-huh?”, you looked at him. “It’s clear you’ve never gone out with an actual man”, he clicked his tongue before he opened your door, his hand already waiting for yours. “Thank you”, you blushed as he once again guided you inside.

The rest of the evening felt like a dream. He felt like a dream. This was the first time anyone seemed truly interested in you and he made sure you knew how beautiful you were.

“I’m sorry I forgot flowers”, he clenched his jaw as he drove back to your place, “I’m an idiot for forgetting”. “Are you serious?”, you giggled, “I’ve never been this happy”.

Yes, you were a little tipsy but you were serious. You never felt this happy.

“So, you want to do this again?”, his hand once again on your thigh. “I want to do this every evening”, you smiled as you let your hand rest on his.

He stayed quiet. His heart was already racing when he felt your soft hand against his. He didn’t want to seem like a pervert, but he wanted nothing more than to see what was underneath your dress. He wanted to admire you, to worship your body, and to make you feel like a goddess.

You noticed his behaviour change; his flushed cheeks, and you felt it too. You didn’t want the night to end. So you gently guided his hand closer to the spot you needed him the most.

“Y/N”, his voice raspy as his grip around his steering wheel tightened. “What? You don’t want this?”, you slowly opened your legs a little bit. “N-no, I mean I do but-“. “But what?”. “I don’t want you to think I only want you for your body. I want you. The whole package. If we do this now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to live without your touch”.

You didn’t want to take things too fast, to jump into a relationship, but this felt right. He felt right. You wanted him. Besides, it’s not like you didn’t know Nanami. You’ve known him for years and what you felt for Satoru couldn’t even come close to the feeling Nanami gave you.

“Please”, you looked at him with big eyes as you tightened the grip around his wrist. “Tsk”, Nanami smirked, “You’re needy”. “So?”, you guided his fingertips along your panties. “I’m driving”. “Please Kento, I can’t wait”. “Shit”, he grunted as he felt his member pressing against his pants, “You know I can’t say no to you”. You whimpered as you pulled your panties to the side, once again guiding his hand to the right spot. “You really needed this, huh?”, he smirked as he felt how wet you were for him. “Don’t tease me”, you let your head fall against the leather seat. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry”.

And he did. It didn’t take long before you came undone around his fingers. It felt as if he knew your body. Once he parked his car, the two of you hastily got inside like love-drunk teens.

“K-kento”, you murmured as he softly laid you down on your mattress, his hands exploring your soft skin. “Yes sweetheart”, he gently pulled your dress over your head. “Do you think I’m pretty?”. “You’re beautiful”, he whispered as he placed sloppy kisses on your breasts and stomach.

Your jaw dropped when he got undressed. His body looked like one of those Greek statues.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”, he chuckled as he grabbed your jaw, “Be good and open your legs for me”.

This was it. This was the moment you fell hopelessly in love.

“Good girl”, his hand now gently wrapped around your neck, “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”.

Hurts? Why would it hurt- Oh right, of course, he was this big.

“It’s fine”, you looked to the side, your eyes studying his arm. “Oh no sweetheart”, he gently guided you back, “You’re going to look at me when I take you”.

Butterflies. More than ever.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long”, his tip pressed against your entrance. “You know how many nights I’ve thought about you?”. “P-please Kento”, you arched your back. “Never thought you were so needy though”, he softly bit into your neck, “Don’t worry, as I said, I’ll take care of you”.

And he did. Satoru could never make you feel this good.

“Mine, all mine”, Kento grunted as he left marks on your entire body, “You’re made for me”. “I-I’m going to-“. “Ssh, it’s fine sweetheart. You can come”, he studied your pretty face which made it only harder for him not to finish too. “Shit”, he grunted. “Fill me up, please”, you looked at him with big and innocent eyes. Just what he needed. “So needy”, he chuckled, “Don’t let anything go to waste, okay?”. “Hm”, you closed your eyes in pleasure. “S-shit”, he let his head rest against yours as he found his release.

“All mine”, he placed a sweet kiss against your cheek before picking you up. “Wh-what-“. “I’m going to clean you up”, he gently placed you at the edge of your bath. “I’m going to take care of you, like I said”, he tilted your chin so you looked up at him.

You looked at him in awe. Why didn’t you notice his feelings for you sooner?

“If you want me to of course”, he leaned over the tub so he could fill it up with hot water. “Hm”, you softly whimpered, your eyes glossy. “W-what’s wrong?”, he widened his eyes as he immediately scanned your body to see if he hurt you. “Y-you’re so sweet”, you cutely sniffed.

It broke his heart to see you like this. How can anyone ever have treated you differently? You deserved nothing less than this.

“Come here”, he easily picked you up again as he slowly lowered you into the tub, “I’ll take care of you from now on”.

—-

You could feel Satoru’s eyes burning at the back of your head during that meeting the next day.

“Dinner at my place?”, Nanami’s hand rested on your back after the meeting. “Sounds great”, you placed a swift kiss on his lips. “Good, I’ll pick you up ‘round 8”, he happily smiled, “I’ll make sure to bring flowers this time”.

Yes, you loved that man.

“Just dinner, huh?”, Satoru scoffed once everyone left the room. You sighed as you put on your coat. “Are you serious?”, he widened his eyes as he noticed the mark on your neck, “One evening and you’re already spreading your legs-“. “Shut up”, you almost whispered. “I’m done with you. I’m done with being your sneaky link, your second choice… I’m happy now and it’s sad to see you still aren’t”.

“But-“. “Please Satoru”, you looked into his eyes, “Let me be happy. Stop being this egocentric idiot, and just let me be happy”.

Satoru didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He made his choice.

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Hi! Could you do a gojo x reader fic that is angtsy/hurt followed with a happy ending? I don’t have a particular plot in mind, anything you feel like writing I would love! Thank you :)

I’m sorry for the long wait. I still hope you like it! Enjoy reading 🤍✨

Word count: 2956

Warnings: none :)

“Want to hang out Satoruuuu?”, you playfully looked up at him. “No”, he remained as cold as ever. “Fine”, you tried to hide your disappointment with a smile, “Maybe tomorrow”. “I need to go”, Satoru took a sip from his soda before heading inside.

You watched how he happily greeted Shoko, offering a sip from his soda.

“Try it”, he laughed as he shoved the can in her face, “It’s a new flavor”. “I-I don’t want to”, Shoko frowned as she pulled back.

The sight of them laughing caused a piercing sensation in your chest. Satoru was friendly with everyone, in his own way of course, but never with you. You tried so hard for him to like you, but the more you tried, the more distant he got.

“What about you?”, you sighed with a smile. “Sushi?”, Suguru sweetly smiled. “Sushi”, your eyes lit up at the thought.

You often debated whether you should ask Suguru why his friend didn’t seemed to like you, but you were too afraid of the truth. Besides, it didn’t matter. There was nothing you could do. You couldn’t force someone to like you.

—-

“Stop!”, you giggled as Suguru softly hit the back of your head before looking at the sky again. “Are you talking to me?”, Suguru tilted his head, an innocent look on his face. “I swear to God-“, another soft smack against the back of your head. “I’m going to kill you”, you laughed as you tried punch your friend. “Me?”, Geto’s hand was resting on your forehead, preventing you from hitting a blow.

You didn’t know Gojo had been watching the two of you train for the past half hour. In fact, you didn’t even know Gojo was sitting across the field. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to pull his friend away from you and scold you. Not because you were annoying or because you were weak, but because you were flirting with his friend in front of his eyes. Sure, he never made it clear how he felt about you. He was aware how he treated you and what impression that left behind but still…

“Enough”, Suguru softly brushed through your hair, “I’m going to shower”. “Tsk, fine!”, you yelled as he walked away, “You’re just leaving because you know I’m stronger!”.

“Are you ever going to grow up?”, Satoru’s cold voice send shivers down your spine.

You didn’t see him coming, but that didn’t surprise you. He was, after all, the strongest sorcerer alive.

“You’re always laughing, fooling around, but have you actually finished a mission? Without the help of someone else?”, Satoru took your silence as an invite to continue. “You’re always relying on Shoko or Suguru to clean up your mess, to swoop in to save your ass… It’s pathetic”.

He didn’t know why he was being so mean. It’s not like it felt good to see your eyes well up in tears. No. It hurt him. So why… Why was he saying all this?

“I’m trying”, your nails pressed into the soft skin of your hands, leaving little moon-shaped marks behind. “Trying?”, Gojo chuckled, “You’re not trying. You’ve been fooling around with Suguru instead of using your time wisely”. “But we’ll train again and-“.

“You don’t think Suguru would fall for someone like you, right?”.

Silence.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him”, Gojo kept looking at you, despite you avoiding his gaze at all costs. “Don’t fool yourself. Suguru’s only your friend because he pities you”.

No. No. No. No. This wasn’t what he wanted to say at all. He wanted to tell you how jealous he was of his friend, how he would give up everything just for you to look at him with the same admiration in your eyes as with Suguru.

“Are you crying? Seriously? Is the truth that hard for you to swallow? I thought it was obvious but-“. “I’m sorry”, you finally looked up at him, tears streaming down your cheek. “I’m sorry I’m not enough”, you start to sob, black rivers on your cheek from your mascara.

Satoru’s eyes widened as his heart shattered into a million pieces. He did this. He crushed your spirit and the little confidence you had.

“Y/N-“, his voice soft as he watched you pick up your jacket. “I know. I’m a failure”, you continued to sob before walking inside.

Satoru watched as you walked inside, your arm in front of your eyes.

—-

“Why?”, Suguru gritted his teeth, his pace fast as he saw his friend. “Why would you hurt her like that? You know what I feel for her, how much I care-“, Geto tried to contain his anger. “You know how much I care about her”.

Satoru dropped the ball he was holding, completely ignoring Nanami’s presence (who was just happy to leave after losing 3 games of basketball in a row).

“I told her the truth”, Satoru immediately mirrored his friend’s energy.

He couldn’t stay calm, not when it’s about you.

“The truth?”, Geto’s eyes widened, “You told her I pitied her, that she’s pathetic-“. “She is”, Satoru’s hands balled into fists, “We always have to swoop in to save her ass. She can’t even finish off a Grade 4.“. “That still doesn’t give you the right to-“.

“You think I’m weak too?”, your voice shaking. “N-no, of course not!”, Suguru’s heart sank to his stomach. He didn’t realize you’d follow him. “Suguru”, you unwillingly started to sob again.

Satoru could only watch how his friend hurried toward you and wrapped his arms around you. It broke him. The realization that he could never be the one to bring you comfort; that he’d never be the one who made you smile.

“Y-you’re not weak”, Suguru’s digits softly wiped the tears from your cheek, “You’re technique’s just really hard, just like Shoko’s, and you’re even better at using reversed cursed technique than her-“.

Ah. There it was again. That look of love in your eyes, combined with that sweet smile of yours. It felt as if his heart was being ripped out from his chest.

“Come on, let’s get some sushi, okay?”, Suguru softly hummed as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “And you”, Suguru’s gaze hardened as he looked back at Satoru before leaving, “You’re going to apologize to her”. “Tsk”, Gojo clicked his tongue as he pretended to be unbothered by all this.

“Does he know?”, Nanami sighed. “Shit”, Gojo almost jumped into the air. He completely forgot Nanami was there too.

“Does Geto know?”, the blonde repeated his question. “What?”. “That you’re in love with her”.

How? How could he possibly now?

“No”, Satoru gritted his teeth, not even bothering to deny it. “Suguru’s been in love with her from the moment he saw her. I can’t-“, Satoru stopped mid-sentence.

It felt good that someone knew. That he could confide in someone.

“And you?”, Nanami let his head fall back. “From the first time she spoke my name”, he replied softly, his heart flooded with regret. “Why didn’t you tell Geto?”.

Because he could never give you what Suguru could; because he could never be as kind and soft-hearted; because he didn’t want you to become a target; because he didn’t want you to get hurt; because –

“Because”, Satoru just lifted his shoulders. He was done with this conversation. There was no point in talking about it anyway. By now, he had hurt you more than enough. There was no space for him in your life.

—

“Be careful, okay?”, you look at Suguru. “You too, Satoru”, you softly added. “Yeah, yeah”, Satoru waived your words away. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back by the end of the week. Besides, we’re the strongest”, Geto sweetly smiled.

God, you loved that man more than anything. However, that was ages ago. Or it felt like ages anyway. You never expected Suguru to become like this. So cold-hearted, so distant. He’d talked to you about his visions; about what he wanted but … You never really thought he’d leave you behind.

“That’s impossible”, you softly whispered, “Suguru would never kill-“. “Tsk”, Satoru gritted his teeth, trying to hold himself back.

Yes. Satoru hated it when he saw you kiss his best friend; when you cupped his cheeks and pulled him close. He didn’t want to be reminded of how sweet you must taste or how soft your skin felt… But he still didn’t want to miss his best friend, to watch his best friend turn into a monster.

“I’m sorry”, your Headmaster crossed his arms, his eyes peering over his glasses. “N-no”, your eyes widened, “It wasn’t him! He would never do something like that!”.

Gojo stared at the ground, his hands clenching the table behind him.

“Suguru would never hurt someone”, tears streaming down your cheek, “S-sure he’s lost his way but that doesn’t mean he’s a murderer”. You looked behind you, trying to understand why Satoru didn’t defend his best friend. “Why are you so quiet? Say something? Tell him that he’s wrong!”, you cried out in disbelief. “Why?”, Gojo clenched his jaw, “It was him. The only traces of cursed energy were his”. “B-but-“, you tried to convince yourself that the person you loved wasn’t a monster. “Don’t you get it?”, Satoru’s words felt like poison, “The Suguru you, we, knew is gone. Stop acting like an idiot”.

“I hate you”, your voice cold before you walked away. There was no point in staying. “Get some rest. You don’t have to attend your classes tomorrow”. You didn’t respond to your Headmaster’s advice. You wanted to be alone.

Satoru widened his eyes. He never saw you like this. So cold, so distant… He wanted to run after you; to tell you he missed Suguru too but he realized all too well that he was the last person you wanted to be around now.

—-

Satoru stopped his tracks as he stood before your room. His heart was racing. It’s been months now since Suguru left and you weren’t doing too well. Everyone could see it; how skinny you’d gotten, how the skin around your eyes darkened each day… It reminded him of how his best friend looked before he ran away, and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice not even with someone who hated him. Besides, his feelings for you never changed. Not even when you became an entirely different person. In his eyes, you were still the prettiest girl he’d ever seen and it hurt him more than he could take to see you like this. He wanted to see you smile again, to hear that cute giggle form in between kisses, even though it was because of another man.

“Y/N?”, he softly knocked on your door.

No response.

“Y/N, open the door”, he tried to sound as kind as possible.

His heart fastened as he heard some movement.

“What?”, you slightly opened the door. “Here”, Satoru held out a bag. “What’s that?”, you frowned as you opened the door a little more. “Something to eat”.

His stomach turned when he noticed how much weight you lost. Your once chubby, and cute cheeks were completely gone. Instead, they were replaced by cheekbones that cast a shadow over your face.

“I’m not hungry”, you tried to close your door but Satoru’s foot got in the way. “It’s from your favorite place”, his voice desperate. Your eyes lifted from the ground to look at the bag. “How did you know?”, your voice still cold.

How did he know? What was he going to say? That he practically stalked you and overheard almost every word when you were in the same room as him?

“Just eat something”, he gently pushed your door open. “N-no”, you hastily tried to close the door but there was no strength left in your body.

Satoru’s eyes widened as his heart shattered. Your room was a mess, something he expected but … He didn’t realize you kept all of Suguru’s clothes he left behind. There was his shirt wrapped around your pillow, two of his sweaters spread on your bed, his jacket thrown on your chair…

“Happy now?”, you frowned.

God, Satoru never felt so jealous. Matter of fact, he felt so jealous that he was angry. How could you still care so much about Suguru? Sure, he missed his best friend too but he realised what he had become and which side he chose to join.

“This isn’t healthy”, he entered your room without permission, “I’m taking his stuff”. “N-no!”, you immediately ran toward the white-haired man. “You’re not touching anything!”, you grabbed his arm as you tried to pull him back. “Stay back”, Gojo coldly replied as he placed the bag of sushi on your cluttered desk. “Stop!”, you cried out as you saw him grab Suguru’s clothes. “I hate you!”, you screamed as you desperately tried to pull him back. “Don’t you get it?”, Gojo raised his voice, “He isn’t coming back. He left you. Just as he left me. There’s no point in clinging onto the past”. “He is! I know he is!”, you punched him as he grabbed your trashcan.

You paused for a swift second as you realized you could touch him, meaning he wasn’t using his cursed energy.

“Stop!”, you balled your fists again. “Tsk”, Satoru grabbed both of your wrists with one hand, “Look at me”. “N-no”, your head hanging low, tears streaming down your cheek. “Look at me”, his voice soft as he loosened his grip. “N-no”, your sobs got heavier.

“I know it hurts”, he softly cupped your face as his thumbs wiped away your tears, “I miss him too but he isn’t coming back. You need to move on. You can’t just keep on starving yourself and missing your classes”. “N-no, he’s coming back. He’d never leave me behind without saying goodbye, without-“, you tried to control your breathing as reality hit you in the face. The person you loved wasn’t coming back.

Satoru didn’t know what to do or what to say. There weren’t any words left to make you feel better.

“It’s okay, let it all out”, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

He was mad at Suguru for leaving you like this, but once he pulled you close and his nose took in the scent of your hair… He felt almost thankful. He’d wanted to hold you like this for so long. Sure, he didn’t want you to feel like this but if it meant he could hold you…

“Why? Why did he leave?”, your broken voice broke through his thoughts. He immediately felt sick again. “I don’t know”, he softly pulled away, leaving a cold feeling behind. “You need to eat”, he continued after your lack of response. “No”. “Yes”, he chuckled as he walked to your desk. “Here, eat”. “Fine, I’ll eat some”, you walked to your door. “No”, Satoru folded his arms, “I want to see you eat”. “You’re not going to leave, are you?”, you sighed at the realization. “Nope”, he smirked as he looked over his glasses. “Fine”, you grunted in agitation. “A plate of sushi for Miss Y/N”, Satoru playfully got the sushi out of the bag. “Satoru-“, you sighed. “Oh, I almost forgot”, he ignored you, “A plate of sushi and some strawberry mochi as dessert”.

“Strawberry mochi?”, your eyes widened. Maybe you were a little hungry after all. “No”, Gojo held the mochi up high, “You’re going to eat your sushi first.

—-

“You’re looking better”, Satoru smiled as he watched you close your door. “Y-yeah, I tried to look decent”, you shyly answered. “Come on, let’s go”, he placed his hands in his pockets in an attempt to try and stop himself from pulling you close.

You two had gotten closer over the past few weeks, and Satoru wasn’t complaining.

“Where are we going?”. “Oh, I didn’t tell you?”. “No”, you softly answered. “Well, it’s a surprise then”. “I don’t like surprises”. “Fine”, Satoru rolled his eyes, “We’re going to the city. You need new clothes”. “I don’t-“, you paused as you realized you didn’t have that many clothes that still fit you. “Thought so”, Gojo smirked contently, “We can grab some sushi before heading home”.

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“This was actually fun”, you looked down as the metro kept his steady pace. “Fun?”, Satoru sighed, “My hands are sore from carrying your bags”. “You said I needed some clothes”. “Yeah yeah, fine”, he sighed, “I’m just glad you’re happy”.

He didn’t want this day to end. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. Every minute the metro got closer to Jujutsu High, his heart got heavier.

“Here”, he sighed as he placed your bags on your bed. “Be sure to get some rest for our classes tomorrow”. “Hm”, you softly hummed. “What?”, he looked down as he tried to study your face. “Nothing”, your cheeks red. “Why are you blushing?”, Satoru tilted his head, his nose almost touching yours as he looked at you.

And then it happened. Something he never expected.

“H-huh”, Gojo’s eyes widened as you placed a swift kiss on his lips.

He didn’t move. He was frozen in place as he could see your big eyes staring at him, your cheeks redder than ever.

“I’m sorry”, you hastily apologized when he kept still.

Satoru didn’t answer, instead, his hands cupped your cheek as he pulled you close again. His entire aura changed, all his playfulness disappeared like snow in the sun.

“Right”, he chuckled as he softly broke free from the kiss. “W-what?”. “Your lips”, he placed another swift kiss on them before he continued, “They taste like strawberries, just as I imagined”.

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I don’t know if your busy rn but there is a shortage in FEITAN x readers books and ya girl is dying. I know your inbox is like huge probably but anyways.. IF YOU DO TYSM AND IF YOU DONT TYSM FOR READING ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😻😻😻🥲🥲🫶🫶🫶🫶

Sorry it took so long. I hope you like this :) In this story, Feitan is similar to my others works. So he isn’t particularly very kind in the beginning. I’m working on your requests now, so if you have one don’t be afraid to send me a message or to ask one! Keep in mind that I have a couple left to do, so I’m only asking for some patience :3.

If you enjoy my stories it would be really great if you could buy me a coffee with the link in my bio 😇. HOWEVER DON’T FEEL OBLIGED TO DO SO. I’m only saying this because someone did a week ago and it felt really nice 🥹. I really enjoy writing for you guys either way 🤍✨

PS: I wanted to write another part of this, let me know if I should :)

Warnings: smut and angst.

Word count: 3455

“Be careful, don’t let your heart fool you”, my father took another sip from his coffee, “You’ve got to be sure he isn’t after our money”. “How can you say something like that?”. “I only want what’s best for you. You know that”. “I know him. He would never do anything to hurt me”, you slowly stood up. For some reason, your father’s office never seemed so small before. “Fine”, my father sighed, “Invite him over for dinner”.

You closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the conversation with your father. You didn’t know. You really didn’t. How could you know that he was a Spider? That he was only playing a part? Right, in hindsight everything did seem a little fishy. The way he was suddenly there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Or the way his name didn’t seem to truly ‘fit’ him. Jacob. He didn’t look like a Jacob at all. How could you be this dumb? Life isn’t like the fairytales and you were an idiot to think it could be.

“Where is she?”.

You couldn’t help but shiver. That voice used to be so familiar. So warm and soft.

“Boss told us to keep her in here”, the blonde that stood in front of the door answered. “It’s nice in there, Fei. She has a nice bed and lots of books”, a misguidingly soft voice answered.

The girl seemed so sweet, with her big glasses and her soft eyes. You couldn’t understand how she could be part of a gang like this.

“I don’t care”, Feitan coldly replied before walking past his comrades.

Your stomach started to turn. You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to keep your memories clean from any stains; to remember him the way you knew him. Kind and soft-hearted.

“Look at me”. “No”, you softly answered as you kept your gaze locked on the ground. “I said look at me”, his hands roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t want to”, you almost whispered as you tried not to cry. “Look at me”.

You flinched as you felt the tip of his knife against your cheek. The same place he used to kiss you before wishing you goodnight.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, not daring to say anything. “Are you scared?”, his cold eyes pierced through your skull. “Yes”, you softly agreed while studying his face. He was nothing like the man you used to know.

His facial features were so cold and distant. As if he was frozen in ice for hundreds of years. You couldn’t see half of his face, as it was covered with the coat he was wearing. It was decorated with a skull, making him even more morbid.

“Good”, he roughly pulled away as he lowered his knife to your throat. “Why are you doing this?”, your chin high. “Why?”, he repeated the question while once again lowering his knife. Letting the cold metal rest just beneath your collarbone. Your breathing got heavier as fear’s grip tightened around your body.

You didn’t know he wasn’t the head of this organization, that this wasn’t his plan. To you, he was the man with all the answers. The one who planned this whole scheme.

“If you want money-“, you were cut short by the back of his hand. “Only speak when I tell you to”.

He wasn’t that tall, but the way he hit you made him seem like the devil. Even though you couldn’t see, you knew there was this cruel grin on his face. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed.

“Too hard”, his thumb grazed over your cheek. “Or you’re just too fragile”, he lowered his collar to lick up the drop of blood on his thumb. “Don’t cry”, he kneeled before you, “We’re going to have a lot more fun than this”. “Fei?”, the sweet-looking girl suddenly stood next to him. “What, Shizuku?”, Feitan sighed before standing up again. “Boss said not to hurt her, remember?”, her finger resting on her lip. “Tsk”, he clicked his tongue before leaving. “Don’t worry”, the girl cheerfully smiled, “We only need some kind of code. I’m sure your father will give it to us soon”. “Code?”, your eyes widened, “H-he won’t give it!”, you hastily got up from the bed you were sitting on. “Huh? He won’t?”, the girl widened her eyes.

You knew your father. He would never risk the nation’s, no the world’s, safety. Not even for his own daughter.

“You’re after the code for the nuclear weapons, right?”. “I guess… I don’t remember to be honest”, she looked down at the ground. “Listen, my father will never give that code. J-just ask our president-“. “But only your father knows that code, since he’s head of security”, the girl happily smiled, causing you to shiver. “Yo, Shizu”, the blonde angrily yelled from the door. “Huh?”, she looked behind her. “Shut up before you tell her our whole plan”. “Oh right”, she giggled before leaving.

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“Get the girl, Phinks”, Feitan coldly sighed from behind your door.

You tucked your knees even tighter to your chest. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were they going to kill you? Torture you?

“Get up”, Phinks roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you from the bed. “Let go!”, you tried to struggle, to break free from his grip. “You want me to get Feitan?”, he gritted his teeth. A threat he didn’t have to make twice.

You hastily stopped struggling, now following him into the main room of the abandoned building. The stones underneath your feet felt exceptionally cold, and the nightgown you were wearing didn’t really help to keep you warm.

“She’s freezing”, a voice too soft now greeted your ears, “Put this on her”.

You looked up to a tall figure. His hair was pitch black and there was this kind of cross tattooed on his forehead. He was an exceptionally good-looking man, but somehow his skin was just as cold-looking as Feitan. It didn’t match his kind voice at all.

“Here”, Phinks threw the coat at your feet. “I said put it on”, the dark-haired man smiled, “She can’t put it on when her hands are tied, can she? “Tsk”, the blonde picked up the coat before throwing it over your shoulders.

You scanned the room. There were about 10 people in the room. Some of them just looked evil, but others looked as innocent as a child. Especially a blonde-haired guy with big, green eyes.

“Your father won’t give us the code. Do you-”, the soft voice broke through your thoughts. “Who are you?“.

“Huh?”, you froze in fear as Feitan’s knife was once again pressed to the soft skin of your neck. You didn’t see him move. It felt as if he had just teleported to you.

“Tsk”, his eyes found yours, “How dare you interrupt boss?”. “Come now, Feitan”, the man now walked towards you, stopping before you. Without any warning, his fingers glided over your cheek, “You couldn’t contain yourself before, but you have to now”. Feitan immediately stepped away from you, discontent hidden in his eyes. “Feitan has a hard time holding himself back from… Fun”, the man smiled, “But it seems he did his best with you. I rarely get to see a hostage without any cuts or broken fingers”. “Lucky me”, you sarcastically answered while holding eye contact. “Yes, but keep in mind that luck doesn’t last forever”, he chuckled. “I’m Chrollo. Head of the Spiders”, he walked back to the stairs he was sitting on earlier. “My father isn’t going to give up the code. Not even for me”. “Yes, he made that very clear”, Chrollo replied. “Let me go and I promise my father will give you a generous reward”, your heart racing. “We have more than enough money. Besides, we can’t let you go. You know all of our names. Well… you’ll get to know them”. “What does that mean?”, you took a step back. “Feitan wanted you as a reward during this mission. So whether we’ll get the code or not, you’re not leaving”, Chrollo’s eyes glittered in the dark. “I-I don’t want to”, you started to panic. “Don’t care”, Feitan’s voice was only fuel to your fear. “From now on, you belong to Feitan”, Chrollo signaled Phinks to free your hands. “Keep the coat. I don’t think Feitan cares if you’re cold. You’ll be at least warm that way”, Chrollo spoke as if Feitan wasn’t there. “Right”, Feitan smirked. “At least get her some proper clothing, Fei”, Chrollo coldly looked at his Spider before dismissing everyone.

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“Here”, Feitan threw a couple of bags on your bed the next day. “Proper clothes”, he leaned against the door.

After Chrollo dismissed everyone, Feitan took you with him to the house he was currently living in. It was a big and luxurious house. It wasn’t really decorated with furniture, only the necessary things like a couch, a dinner table, some paintings on the wall… And the room you were staying in was just as empty. There was a bed, a luxurious bathroom, and a big, walk-in closet that was empty of course.

“Proper clothes?”, your brows pulled together as you pulled a dress out of one of the bags. “This is a Prada dress?”. “I want you to look pretty”, Feitan looked up at the ceiling. “I’ll get you clothes every week. They won’t last long anyway”, his eyes now darted to yours.

Your stomach turned. You could only imagine what he was going to do to you.

“Wear this one for now”, Feitan slowly walked to your bed before handing you another bag. “For dinner. Hired some chef”. “I’m not hungry”, you clenched your jaw. “I don’t care”, he once again grabbed your jaw, “You’ll do as I say. Got it?”, his lips hovering next to your ear. “I’ve been kind until now, haven’t I? I behaved, so you’ll behave too”.

You didn’t answer, you just nodded in response.

“Good. Now put it on”, he leaned back. “N-now?”, you looked up at him with fear in your eyes. “Yes, want to see your body one last time before I have fun with it”. “What do you mean?”, you tried to keep your voice steady. “Put it on”, his cold gaze let you know his patience was running thin.

With shaking hands, you pulled out the nightgown you were wearing from when Feitan kidnapped you. You weren’t wearing anything underneath it, but that didn’t faze you. Feitan had seen your body many times by now. He used to place kisses all over it, making you feel like no one ever had before.

“This one?”, you covered your breasts with your arm. “Yes”, he got closer. You pulled out a beautiful, black dress from the back.

It wasn’t especially short, but it wasn’t long either. The fabric ended just above your knees. It was a tight dress until your belly, where it opened up like a flower. It was a beautiful dress, no doubt about it.

“I’ll close it”, Feitan guided you to a mirror before his hands glided along your waist.

His touch didn’t seem rough at all. It felt just as before.

“You like it?”, he took a step back when he zipped up the dress for you. “Hm”, you nodded in agreement. “Dinner’s at 7”, he cleared his throat before leaving you again.

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You couldn’t eat. There was this lump in your throat that made it feel like you’d throw up if any kind of food entered your mouth.

“I thought sushi was your favorite”, Feitan was sitting on the other end of the table. “It is”, you hastily picked up some food, fearing what might happen if you didn’t eat. “It’s really good”, your eyes widened.

You didn’t realize how much your body needed some kind of fuel. You didn’t eat for at least 2 days now, and you only realized now how hungry you truly were.

“One of the best sushi chefs”, Feitan looked at the kitchen behind him where the chef was preparing more food. He seemed in distress, probably because Feitan made sure he wouldn’t tell a soul you were with him.

After dinner, Feitan guided you back to your room.

“Can I go to sleep?”, you softly asked as you sat down on your bed. “Sleep?”, he tilted his head, “No, it’s time for me to have some fun”. “Fun?”, your breathing started to fasten. “Fun”, his eyes lit up before roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you to another room.

There was nothing in the room except for a chair and a bed. Without any warning, he threw you on the bed and tied your wrists to it.

“What are you going to do?”, your eyes already glossy. “Whatever I want”, a knife in his hand as he slowly crawled on top of you. “I’ve wanted to take you like this since the first time we met”, his nose taking in the scent of your hair. “You know how hard it is to hold back when you’re this pretty? It was almost hard for me to finish at times because you were so boring… Always begging me to kiss you, to take you slow, … I hated it”.

You didn’t answer. There was nothing for you to say. Even when he showed some kindness earlier, you should’ve prepared yourself for this.

He swiftly cut the straps of your dress with his knife, causing it to slide down just beneath your breasts. “Stay still”, his knife firmly pressed against your throat as he noticed you were starting to kick your legs. “Please”, tears streamed down your cheek as he licked up a drop of your blood. “Don’t worry, you’re going to like this”, he looked into your eyes before cupping your cheek, “I’ll be rough, but I won’t be a monster. I know you’re body and when it’s ready for me. Even though you won’t admit it, I know you’ve been craving my touch. I saw it earlier when you were undressing in front of me… Your legs were rubbing against each other when I zipped up your dress. You only do that when you want me”.

Yes. No. Maybe. You knew he was right. Earlier… You wanted him, but you tried to push those thoughts away as much as you could. He wasn’t the man you knew. He was a psychopath, how could you want someone like him?

“Now, stay still”, his nails dug into the soft flesh of your waist as he pulled up your dress with the other. “Feitan, please”, another tear was streaming down your cheek. “Say it. Tell me you want me to stop”, his knee pushed your legs open as his digits hovered over your most sensitive spot. “I’ll stop if you do”, a devilish smirk in his eyes.

But you didn’t want him to. You didn’t care if he was going to be rough, or if he was even going to hurt you. You wanted him.

“See?”, he chuckled at a lack of answer. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’ve never been this wet for me”, he softly bit on your shoulder. You closed your eyes as you were still trying to fight yourself. “I asked you a question”, his hand wrapped around your throat as he bit your shoulder again. Only harder this time. “S-shit”, you cried out in pain. “I’m going to cover you in bitemarks for ignoring my question”, he loosened his grip around your neck while his fingers slowly entered you. “Fuck”, you arched your back as he left bite marks on your body.

You couldn’t deny it any longer. He made you feel good, better than he ever did.

“Tsk”, Feitan frowned when you came undone around his fingers, “Wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this”. “I-I’m not”, you avoided his gaze as your cheeks turned red. “Liar”, he softly hummed while undressing himself.

Your eyes were glued to his body. Now it was clear why he never took off his shirt.

“Who did that to you?”, you quietly whispered as you noticed his scars. For a second, his eyes widened while his lips were slightly parted.

There was this short-lived moment in his mind where he wanted to let you in and where he wanted you to care for him. An unwilling memory of your arms wrapped around him flashed before his eyes.

“Shut up”, his eyes went dark again, “Don’t talk”.

Afraid of being enchanted by your warm voice again, he thought it better not to hear your voice at all.

He didn’t ask if you were ready for him. It was unnecessary. By now, your legs are already wrapped willingly around his waist. “Feitan”, your eyes closed as his forehead was pressed against yours. “Don’t”, Feitan grunted as he got even rougher, “I don’t want you to enjoy this”.

That was a lie. He wanted you to, more than anything. It wasn’t his intention for you to enjoy this, and he surely didn’t want to leave you so perfectly. In his mind, he wanted to hurt you, to make you bleed, just as he did with all those before you. That’s what he enjoyed. Torture. Not this. This wasn’t like him, and it made him mad but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t want to hurt you, more so, it would even make him feel bad about himself.

“Sorry”, your lips pressed against each other as a whisper left your chest. “Fuck”, he grunted in agitation.

He didn’t know what to do, but this didn’t feel right.

“Tell me”, he clenched his jaw at the realization of how soft he had gotten for you. “W-what?”, you looked to the side. “Tell me you want me, please”, his eyes were glued to a bitemark he left.

He couldn’t lie. The bruises looked so good on your body, but only because you enjoyed it. If he did something like that while you were crying, begging him to stop…

“I want you, Feitan”, your soft voice melted something inside him as if a fire was lit inside his heart. “Even now? Even when you see who I truly am?”.

“Even now”.

Without thinking twice, he cut the rope that was holding you down.

“Touch me. Like you used to”, he softly grabbed your wrist before placing your hand on the back of his head.

You obeyed as you softly tugged at his dark hair.

“I don’t want to take you slowly like I used to, Y/N”. “You don’t have to”, your legs tightened around his waist.

That was all he needed to hear. Without any hesitation, his lips crashed against yours.

“You feel so good”, your breathing got heavier as you could feel he was getting close. “Yeah?”, his voice low, “Want me to breed you?”. You hastily nodded as you could feel yourself getting closer to your own climax. “Really?”, he chuckled, “You never let me come inside you before. Always crying about being scared to get pregnant”. “P-please Feitan”, you arched your back. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fill you up this time, whether you want me to or not”.

Your legs now started to shake as you came undone around him.

“That’s it. Good girl”, Feitan grabbed your jaw, “Now look at me and beg”. “P-please Fei, want you to come inside me”. “Want me to put a baby in you? Making you mine forever?”. “P-please”.

Feitan couldn’t contain himself any longer. With heavy breaths and low grunts, he let his head rest against your shoulder.

“Never felt so good”, he slowly pulled out, before placing a soft kiss on the bitemark he left on your shoulder. “Hm”, you happily smiled.

He didn’t know why he decided to act cold again. Honestly, he hated himself for it, but there was something inside him. A feeling he never felt before. Was it fear? Was he scared that you were going to leave him? No. You couldn’t leave him. He kidnapped you and you had nowhere to go. It was something else. He knew you weren’t going to leave, but he was scared you were going to hate him for what he did. Or rather, for who he was. You didn’t know the real him.

“Don’t think this will happen again”, he coldly got up, “You won’t enjoy this next time”.

You lowered your eyes as you watched him put on his clothes.

“Can I-“.

“Go to your room and shower. I don’t care what you do for the rest of the night”, he clenched his jaw before leaving you alone.

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Chrollo x Reader: Take it off

Hi guys, it's been a while. To be honest, I didn't share my stories anymore because I thought they weren't good enough. However, yesterday someone left a really sweat message in Buy Me A Coffee that just made me gain some confidence back. I'll start writing requests again after my holiday this week.

Thank you to everyone who still reads and shares my work.

WARNING: a little smut at the end

Word Count: 2350

“What’s wrong?”, his voice sounded softer than usual. “Nothing”, my body tensed up as the moonlight brushed over our bodies. His arm wrapped around my waist; a sign he wanted me closer. I froze. “What’s wrong?”, his voice sounded a little more demanding. “Nothing”, I curled up into a ball as my hands wrapped around the soft fabric of my pillow. It was quiet for a second as he softly let go. “I can’t help you if you don’t want to talk”, his voice never sounded so fragile. “I don’t need your help”. “Fine”, he almost whispered before turning his back to me. I couldn’t blame him. Feitan had tried talking to me, for weeks now, and I never gave him an explanation. How could I? There wasn’t one. I didn’t know why I felt so cold toward him, why I couldn’t stand his touch anymore. “Get some sleep”, his words tore through the dense atmosphere, “Meeting in the morning”. “Night Fei”, I whispered back as guilt flooded over me. Even after everything, he still cared about me.

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“No, that’s not right boss”, I giggled, “You need to hold it like this”. “Oh,” Chrollo kindly looked up at me. “I was wondering why everything seemed upside down”. “You’re messing with me. You’re always reading, I’m sure you know how to hold one properly”. “Is it that obvious?”, his voice sounded calm, but there was this unusual glimmer in his eyes. “You really think I’m that stupid, boss?”, I squeezed my eyes a little. “Not at all”, his smile immediately disappeared, “I’ve never met anyone as intelligent as you”. “That’s a lie”, I playfully grabbed his book, “If I was that smart, you would’ve put me on that mission alongside everyone else. I never get to go-“. “I don’t want you to get hurt”, Chrollo interrupted me, “That’s why I never let you join the ‘big’ missions”. “Huh?”, my eyes widened as my grip around his book tightened. “Forget what I said”, he smiled while softly grabbing his book from my hand, letting his fingers linger a little too long on mine. “Boss”, Feitan coldly interrupted, causing me to blush in shame. “Yes?”, Chrollo’s demeanor changed completely. “Any blueprints for tomorrow?”. “Phinks has them”, Chrollo coldly replied. “You”, Feitan turned toward me as he noticed I was leaving. “Yes Fei?”, I forced a smile on my face. “Dinner tonight?”. His words pierced through me like a sharp knife. I didn’t want to go to dinner with him. In fact, I didn’t want to do anything with him. “Sure”, I softly replied before leaving. “I’ve seen the way you look at her”, Feitan’s gaze fixed on Chrollo. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Fei”, Chrollo coldly replied. “Tsk”, Feitan couldn’t help but feel jealous. “Maybe you should treat her better”, Chrollo almost whispered as Feitan was leaving. “Boss?”, Feitan could feel a fire spreading through his veins. “Nothing, I’ll see you on the mission”, Chrollo smiled.

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“This is a nice place”, you gently adjusted your skirt under the table. “You only deserve nice things”, Feitan’s eyes were glued to the menu. You stayed quiet. Feitan usually never said anything remotely nice to you. It wasn’t until you both ordered that you noticed he seemed nervous. “Are you alright?”, you sweetly smiled. He didn’t respond, instead, he handed you a small box. “Saw this and thought it would look even prettier on you”. “Y-you got something for me?”, your eyes widened. He never got you a present before. “Open”, he nodded towards the box. You slowly opened it, only to find a beautiful bracelet inside. “Pearls”, your eyes lightened up, “My favourite, how did you-“. “I listen”, he softly replied, “Even if you think I don’t”. “But I only said this once when we were walking through the city”. “Like I said”, his eyes never met yours, “I listen”. “Thank you Fei, it looks beautiful”. You could see a small smile on his face. “Are you ready for the mission tomorrow?”, you took a sip of your wine. “Hm, isn’t that dangerous. Only a small bank. Why aren’t you coming?”. “Boss won’t let me”, your smile disappeared as you remembered his words. “What’s wrong?”, Feitan’s brows drew together. “Nothing”, you once again forced a smile on your face. “Did he say something earlier?”. “N-no of course not, I mean, nothing important”, you smiled before taking another sip.

It wasn’t worth mentioning. Besides, he didn’t mean it like that, right? He just didn’t want you to get hurt. Big deal. He doesn’t want any of his Spiders to get hurt.

“You’re drunk”, Feitan placed a glass of water on your nightstand. “I’m sorry”, you sighed as you could feel the room spin. “Don’t apologize”, Feitan placed a kiss on your temple, “Sleep”. His touch didn’t feel as bad. “Night Fei”, you murmured before closing your eyes. “Did you have fun tonight?”, his voice sounded unsteady. “Yeah”. “Good”, Feitan’s arm once again wrapped around your waist, and this time you did move closer to him. “Missed your scent”, his nose pressed against the back of your head. You didn’t respond. For some reason, you could only think about Chrollo. What would it feel like if he was the one laying beside you? If he gave you compliments and held you close? You tried to wash away the thoughts with a sip of water, but your mind felt clouded. “Are you okay?”, Feitan gently wrapped his arm around you again. “Yeah, I’m fine”.

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“I didn’t expect to see you here”. “Huh?”, you looked up, only to see Chrollo sit down in front of you. “Aren’t you supposed to be on that mission right now?”, your eyes widened. “Everyone insisted they’d be fine without me, so I decided to grab some coffee instead”. “Sorry boss, didn’t mean to be rude”, you quickly sat up straight. “Chrollo’s just fine. You don’t need to call me boss”. You couldn’t help but blush. “So, what are you drinking?”, the dark-haired man leaned over and grabbed yours before tasting it. “Delicious”, he smiled while closing his eyes. “I-it’s a Chai Latte”, your cheeks were a strawberry red. “I want the same”, Chrollo signaled the waitress to come over. Your eyes were glued to his face as he ordered. For some reason, you never noticed his smooth skin, or his charming smile, not to mention how pretty he looked in the suit he was wearing. “Is something wrong?”, Chrollo playfully tilted his head as he caught you staring. “N-no”, you hastily looked away, “Sorry boss, I-I mean Chrollo”. He chuckled in response. It was a strange sight to you. Chrollo never seemed this happy to you. During meetings, he was always very serious, only smiling every so often. “So, what are you going to do after this?”. “I was hoping to go to a bookstore. It’s a very old one-“. “Mind if I join you?”, he leaned back in his chair. God, he looked divine like that. “Y-yeah sure”, you shyly responded.

While walking to the bookstore, he made sure to walk a little behind you, as if he was trying to ready to protect you from any danger.

“Thanks”, your cheeks turned pink again when he opened the door for you. “Wow”, your eyes lit up when you noticed a whole poetry section. “You like William Blake?”, Chrollo leaned against the bookshelf. “Oh, I love Blake”, your hands eagerly reached for one of his books. “Here”, Chrollo moved behind you while grabbing it for you. His body was almost completely pressed against yours. “T-thank you”, you turned around, but Chrollo didn’t’ move. Your eyes were locked onto the ground, but without any warning, Chrollo softly placed his thumb underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Boss?”, you almost whispered. “God, I love it when you call me that”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “That’s why I want you to call me by my name. If you keep calling me boss and looking up at me like that, I don’t know if I can contain myself any longer”. “H-huh?”, your cheeks burning. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”, Chrollo’s thumb now grazed over your lips. You couldn’t reply. Your nerves got the best of you. “So innocent”, he chuckled, “How did Feitan even manage to get you? Did he even try?”. Feitan. It felt as if his name was being burned onto your back. “It’s fine”, Chrollo noticed the doubt in your eyes, “I’ll take care of you. I promise-“. “N-no”, you interrupted him, “I’m with Fei”. “And does he make you happy?”, Chrollo’s gaze shifted to your lips. “He does”, you looked down. “Fine, I’ll be patient”, Chrollo smiled before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Let’s grab some take out”, Chrollo moved away from you. “I’ve been craving Chinese”. “Why do you think I’ll go with you?”. “Because”, he smiled before walking to the register. “W-wait-“. “It’s a gift”, Chrollo waived the book in the air.

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“No, you’re holding them wrong!”, you giggled as you grabbed his chopsticks. “I’ve been eating with chopsticks all my life”, he softly grabbed them back. “So? You’re holding them wrong!”, you tried to get them back. “Am I?”, Chrollo smirked before grabbing your wrists with one hand and pulling you close. “Hm”, you shyly hummed in response. His other hand cupped your cheek as his thumb wandered to your lips again. Chrollo was tall, way taller than Feitan. You weren’t used to looking up at someone, but you didn’t mind it. “You like pearls?”, Chrollo placed your hand on his cheek. You nodded. “You know Feitan got this because of me?”, Chrollo’s fingers hovered over your bracelet. “H-he did?”, you pulled back a bit. “You really think Feitan knows what you like?”, Chrollo sounded cold. “B-but he said-“. “I saw you in front of a jeweler once. I can’t even describe how your eyes lit up when you saw that necklace”. “Necklace? Y-you noticed?”. “Of course”, Chrollo’s brows pulled together, “You were talking to Fei about them, but he was leaning against the wall. Don’t think he heard you”. “That’s right, we were out with the whole Troupe that day”. “Right”, Chrollo smiled, “I went and bought it the next day, but I couldn’t give it to you”. “You did?”, your eyes widened. “Yeah”, Chrollo slowly got up before grabbing something in his luggage. “I always carry it with me, just in case. Here”, he handed you the box. You didn’t know how to feel. The one time that Feitan made you happy, it was because of Chrollo. To be honest, you felt crushed.

“What’s wrong?”, Chrollo gently wiped a tear from your cheek. “I-I need to go”, you got up. “You aren’t going home alone”, Chrollo grabbed your wrist. “It’s too dangerous”. “I’m a Spider, I know how to protect myself”, you pulled back. “You aren’t going alone”, Chrollo put on his coat. “I want to be alone”. “No, you don’t”, Chrollo got close again, now cupping your cheeks with both his hands. “You want to be comforted, to feel loved. You want someone to care about you”, his lips now closer. “Let me care about you”. You didn’t respond, instead, you softly wrapped your hand around his wrist. Chrollo’s lips finally met yours. His kiss was gentle. It felt as if he was trying to remember this moment forever. “Boss-“. “Don’t call me that”. “I-I’m sorry-“. Chrollo’s breathing got heavier as his hand softly wrapped around your throat.

You softly tugged at his coat, signaling him to take it off. Chrollo picked you up before softly laying you down on the bed. “So pretty”, his eyes glided over your body as he took off his coat and loosened his shirt. “All mine”, he crawled on the bed, his hair brushing over your forehead. “Take it off”, he grabbed your wrist and held it in front of your face. You didn’t hesitate to take the bracelet off. “Good girl”, Chrollo’s hand started to explore the skin under your shirt. “B-boss”, your voice sounded like music to his ears. “Don’t call me that”, his grip around your waist tightened. “Why not, boss?”, you smirked. “Fuck”, Chrollo softly bit in your neck, “I’m not going to be gentle when you keep testing me like this”. “I don’t want you to”, you arched your back in response. “But I want too. I want our first time to be-“. “Whatever you say, boss”, you looked at him with big, innocent eyes. “Why do you have to act like a brat?”, he smirked. “Because my boss is too soft with me”, you playfully sighed. “Fine”, he clenched his jaw before pinning your wrists above your head, “I’ll give you what you want, spoiled brat”. “Please”, your knees were rubbing against each other. “Beg”, Chrollo pushed his knee between your legs, forcing them to open. “Please, boss. I need you”, you closed your eyes. “Again, and this time you better look at me”, he coldly replied.

So, you obeyed him, “Please, boss. Make me feel good”. After that, Chrollo softly pulled your skirt to your stomach as he pushed your panties to the side. “So wet”, grazed over your most sensitive spot. “Hm”, you softly moaned. “You going to break up with Feitan?”. “Whatever you want, boss”. “After tonight, there’s no going back. You understand that, right? I’m going to mark you, make sure everyone knows you’re mine now”. “Shit”, you arched your back as you could see him take off his shirt. “You like that, princess?”, he softly lifted yours in response. “No”, he stopped you as he noticed you wanted to undress yourself. “I want to fuck you in that skirt. You’ve been driving me crazy all day. You know it’s way too short, right? I’ll make sure you can never wear that thing again”. “S-sorry boss”, you tried to contain the butterflies in your stomach. “I’ll make sure you’ll never want another man in your life”, Chrollo hummed before he crashed his lips against yours.

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shiftingparadise · 5 months

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hiiii! i missed it here in tumblr, i was gone for months because of uni things, and i missed your blog and your fics sm! :(( and since aot: bad boy was revealed, can i please request a levi fic? where reader was one of levi’s friends from the underground? but they’re not the closest? like they’ve always been a little awkward with each other? almost like they only hang out because they have mutual friends? but then isabelle and farlan died, so they’re forced to be around each other but now without the other two supporting the conversation so it’s all painfully, hilariously awkward ! ofc, this is a no pressure request as always <3 have a great day!!

So, I'm not very good at funny story or jokes but I tried to stick as close to your request as possible and I really liked writing it, so thank you for this beautiful request and for your patience 🤍✨

Warnings: none

Word count: 1466

“Right, I’m going to the bathroom. Be right back”, Farlan let out a tired grunt before he stood up. “Okay”, you mumbled as you crossed your arms, your head resting against the wall behind you.

Why? Why was it always so painfully awkward when you were left alone with him? You two known each other for years by now and yet …

Your train of thought got interrupted by Levi slurping his tea. “Nice tea?”, you awkwardly asked, almost immediately regretting it. “Tsk”, Levi’s eyes glided to yours. There was an annoyed expression on his face, like usual. You cleared your throat in response. Anything was better than this silence. “Sick?”, his voice teared through the dense atmosphere. “Huh?”, your brows pulled together. “Your voice… You sound sick”. “Wow, thanks”, you narrowed your eyes.

You didn’t know back then. That he meant to show you he cared.

“Levi! Y/N!”, Isabelle’s cheerful voice greeted your ears. “Isabelle”, you happily smiled back as relieve flooded over you. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, more dreadful than being alone with Levi. Not because you didn’t like him, but you two just never got as close. “Isabelle, finally!”, Farlan brushed through his hair, “We’ve been waiting for you”. “Yeah, I’m starving”, you pouted. “Everyone’s always starving in this hell”, Levi coldly added. “Oh, come now Levi”, Farlan smiled, “It’s not that bad as long as we have each other”. Levi didn’t respond, instead a small and obviously uncontrollable smile appeared on his face. “Here’s the bread”, Isabelle threw a bag on the table. “H-huh?’, you frowned as everything washed away before your eyes. As if you were looking at a wet painting.

‘Wake up”. “Y/N, wake up”.

That voice…

“Wake up”.

“H-huh?”, you slowly opened your eyes. “It’s almost 10 AM, we got to get going”, Levi coldly replied. “W-where-“. “We’re leaving today for another mission”, Levi frowned. “Right, sorry”, you immediately sat up straight. “I’ll be down in five”, you softly responded before getting out of bed. “What were you dreaming about anyway?”, his crescent shaped eyes coldly staring into your tired ones. “Nothing”, you lied. “Nothing, huh?”, his hand resting on the door. “Then why’s there a tear on your cheek?”.

A tear?

“There isn’t”, you quickly wiped it away.

Right. It wasn’t a dream. It was a memory. It was the last time you were all together in the Underground. The four of you. Before Farlan and Isabelle…

“Wait”, you shook your head. “What the hell are you doing in my room, Levi?”, you raised your voice. “Someone, I mean I saw-“, Levi struggled to put out a sentence. “What?”. “Erwin asked”, Levi pinched the spots between his eyebrows. “Erwin asked where you were, so I came to check up on you. Thought you were dead at first-“. “Dead?”, you widened your eyes. “Yeah, found you with your mouth open, you looked pale and-“.

Ah, yes. You could see it in his eyes. The moment he realized he was almost insulting you.

“N-no, not that you look bad, just sick-“, he widened his eyes. “Wait, not necessarily sick-“.

Levi wasn’t normally like this, but you were the only one that was left. The only one he could rely on.

“Right”, you turned your head. “See you in five, Levi”. And just like that, he left without saying another word.

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Levi looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You were both sitting outside, sipping from your tea. It was awkward, like usual. The two of you never seemed to get too comfortable around each other. You grabbed your cup and brought it to your lips, sipping. You cleared your throat, trying to make the silence a little less awkward. “Weather’s been nice lately, hasn’t it?”, he awkwardly looked at the sky as there was once again a painful expression on his face. “Yeah”, you stared into the distance, “No rain, right?”. “Right”.

God, you really hated this.

“Levi, Y/N”, Erwin’s stern voice came from behind you two.

You noticed that Levi relaxed his shoulders, as if he was happy to see someone else.

“Hm”, you coldly looked at him, “What do you want?”.

You still weren’t too happy about being forced into the corps. After all, you blamed him for their deaths. You noticed Levi had started to warm up to him. You noticed their late-night talks, the way Levi’s eyes lightened up a bit when he talked to the Commander, Hange… Something you couldn’t understand.

“I was wondering if I could join you two”, a kind smile on the blonde’s face. “Hange’s studying again, and the cadets are already in their rooms, so-“. “Whatever”, you rolled your eyes, “It’s not like we have an actual choice”.

Complete silence.

“Did you try my tea yet?”, Levi was the first to speak. “Yes”, Erwin smiled again, “It was delicious”.

So, he could talk to the person who was responsible for the deaths of your closest comrades, but he barely managed to form a sentence when he was alone with you.

“Right”, you chuckled. “I’m going to bed”. “Y/N”, Erwin called out your name, “I’d like you to stay. We can get to know each other a little more like this”. “I don’t want to-“. “Sit down”, Levi looked at you with an unusual expression, “Please”.

You couldn’t and didn’t want to understand why Levi got along with the commander.

“No”, you coldly looked into his eyes. “Night, Levi”.

“She blames me, right?”, Erwin looked at you as you walked towards the building. “Yes”, Levi took another sip of his tea. “Do you?”. “Yes”. “I see”, Erwin stared at his hands, who were resting on his knees. “And no”, the dark-haired sighed. “It wasn’t your fault, but if you didn’t drag our asses out of the underground…”. “The military police would’ve caught up eventually and thrown you all into jail”. “I know”, Levi stared at his commander. “Give her time, she’ll understand”.

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You were sitting in the cafeteria, staring into nothing. You didn’t know how you felt or what you felt. You just felt empty.

You sighed when you heard someone open the door. You weren’t in the mood for company. “Tsk”, Levi clicked his tongue as you ignored him.

“Good”, you thought, “It’s just Levi. It’s not as if he’ll start to make some conversation”.

“Huh?”, you tilted your head as he sat in front of you on the table. “Here”, he frowned as he placed an apple in front of you. His voice sounded unsure. “An apple?”, you looked at him with a confused look. “Haven’t eat-“, his voice died away, so he cleared his throat before trying again. “You haven’t eaten all day”, he awkwardly looked at the ceiling. “You noticed?”, your voice quiet. “Of course”, his eyes found yours. He seemed a little insulted by your response. “An apple?”, you studied the fruit in front of you. “You like those”, he sounded unsure, as if he was asking you. “I do”, you gently grabbed it. “I bet Farlan would’ve scolded you for not eating all day”, he smiled. It was the first time he ever spoke of them after their deaths. “Farlan?”, you widened your eyes. “And Isabelle would probably try to make that shitty bread as tasty as possible for you”, his smile widened. “She was always so concerned, right? Farlan too, of course”, his eyes suddenly locked into yours, his smile fading.

You didn’t know why. You didn’t know why you were crying when you thought all your tears were dried up by now. All the hurt, all the pain… You thought it was enough, that all your tears were used up.

“You’re not the only one who misses them”, he looked at how your tears fell onto the wooden table. “But as long as we’re alive, they won’t die. They live on, inside our memories. We can tell others about them, about the stories in the underground. The good ones, the bad ones… We keep them alive inside here”, he pointed towards his heart. “I miss them so much”, you cried out. “I miss the way Farlan brushed through his hair, or how Isabelle called you ‘bro’. I miss the way they smell and, and-“, you wiped your tears away as you tried to catch your breath. “I know”, his voice sounded so warm as his arms wrapped around you.

You never realized how warm he was. You’ve never been this close to him.

“I’m happy you’re still here”, he tightened his grip, making it feel as if he needed this as bad as you. “D-don’t leave me”, you sobbed into his chest, “I-I don’t want to lose you too”. “I won’t”, he sighed. “I promised them that I’ll keep you safe, and I’m not going to break that promise”.

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shiftingparadise · 6 months

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Your writing is amazing 🥹💝

Thank you so much. You made my day 🤍✨

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shiftingparadise · 6 months

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Hey, I’m unsure if you still write for MHA but I’d love a comfort fic/drabble about a reader who’s struggling with guilt and bad thoughts, to eventually get some support from Dabi? I’ve been struggling a lot so much lmao

I'm so sorry to hear you've been struggling. It's been a long time since I've written anything. So forgive me if it's not as good but I hope you like it. I'm here if you want to talk.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1776

“It’s my fault”, your voice shaking. “It’s my fault, right?”, your head now resting against the wall behind you. “It’s my fault that they’re-“. A sentence you fail to say out loud. A stinging sensation greeted your eyes. You were sitting in an ally, your hands resting on your knees as little clouds left your lips. It was a cold night and even though your mind failed to notice the cold, your body did. Leaving you shaking, your teeth grinding on each other. Were you angry or sad? Probably both. It was unfair. The way Deku didn’t flinch, the way Bakugo grinned, … All why you were frozen in place. Too scared to save the lives of innocent people. What kind of hero were you? A joke. That’s what you are. “I hate them”, tears now flooded your eyes. “I hate the way things are so easy for them, the way they always seem to save everyone while I’ve worked so hard for this. I’m not a pro hero. I’m a joke, a coward-“.

He knew you hadn’t noticed. His staring eyes. The way he was leaning against the wall just a little bit further. If it were someone else, he’d probably would’ve laughed, or done something to upset them even more. Probably killed them eventually if they’d dare to talk back to him but… You looked so ‘good’. So, innocent. As if you hadn’t done anything wrong in your entire life. And the way your tears were dripping down your cute nose, the way you cutely rubbed the palm of your hand on your eyelids… Not to mention your voice. So soft, so ‘good’. There wasn’t any other way he could put it. You seemed ‘good’ and here you were, talking down on yourself like that just because you couldn’t be like them. A feeling he understood all too well. The feeling of not being good enough.

“Why? Why am I like this?”, your eyes darted to the sky. Desperately searching for an answer. “If I just swooped in, if I just managed to move my feet they would’ve been saved. They would’ve been able to return to their families, their loved ones… I hate myself”, your sobs getting louder, not caring about your surrounding anymore. Because it hurt. The feeling in your chest, the way you could hardly breathe anymore. “I hate myself and everyone else does too, right?”, your eyes still looking at the sky, hoping someone would talk back. “That’s why I’m always alone. Why I don’t have any friends”. Right, this wasn’t just about the lost lives. It was about your hurt. About everything that you tried to bury in your past.

Alone. He was always alone. He never had anyone. He knew the way you felt. The desperation, the sense of hopelessness.

“You’re not alone”, a raspy voice travelled through the air and startling you.

“Creep”, the word flashed before his eyes. You were crying about being alone, thinking you were alone in that ally. Probably one of the times you even wanted to be alone, and this is what he chose to say? Not even a hello? Or a dry cough to let you know someone was there.

“W-who are you?”, you narrowed your eyes, not bothering to wipe your tears. The darkness around you made it hard for you to see. “No one”, the voice replied.

He already regretted this. That he let you know someone was there. That he was there.

“If you’re too scared to speak, then don’t bother letting me know you’re here”, you turned your head to the side.

Scared? He wasn’t scared, right?

“Then don’t cry in the middle of an ally”, a snappy remark that he immediately regretted. “Well, I’m sorry that I bothered you”, you quietly replied. Your heart felt heavy. The last thing you needed was a stranger that made you feel even worse.

“You didn’t bother me”, the voice sounded almost desperate. “I-I guess I’m… sorry?”.

Did he just apologize? Or tried to anyway.

“Who are you?”, you knew that voice. You heard it on the TV once, right? But if you were right then… “No one”, he repeated himself.

He noticed the way your breathing got heavier. The way you tensed your entire body.

“No one you should be scared off”, his hands now in his pockets, his eyes closed.

Hate. Once again, the word flashed before his eyes. He hated himself.

“I know who you are”, you tried to relax your body. For some reason you believed him. Even though a murderer was standing practically next to you. But you were one too, right? You didn’t hurt people on purpose, but you failed to save them while you were standing so close. Wasn’t that even worse?

“Then why don’t you kill me?”, his voice sounded cold.

“I don’t know”, your teeth digging into the soft skin of your lips. “I don’t know”, tears once again streaming down your cheeks. “Probably because I’m scared, right? I’m a failure”.

“H-huh?”, your breath stopped, your eyes wide open as rough digits stroked over your cheek. His eyes now staring directly into yours as he squatted before you.

This wasn’t like him. He was never like this, or not that he could remember anyways.

“You must be freezing”, he sighed as he let his head fall back. “Here”, his hands wrapped around yours. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to burn you”, he coldly looked into your eyes again. Your heart was racing as you could feel his hands getting hotter, causing a nice sensation against your skin. Like holding them in front of a fireplace. “Feels nice”, you softly whispered.

His eyes unwillingly widened at your small praise. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone said something similar to him.

“It’s fine if you’re not like them”, his gaze now fixed on your hands. They fitted perfectly in his. Your skin felt so soft against his scars… He could stay like this for hours. “It’s fine if you’re scared”, his eyes found yours again. “I don’t need life lessons from someone like you”, you suddenly pulled your hands away, leaving an empty feeling behind. What were you doing? He was a villain. He couldn’t be trusted. “Right”, a painful look in his eyes. “I’m sorry”, he lowered his eyes as he stood back up. “So, you want to fight me or are you going to let me go without a hassle?”, his voice cold again. You stayed quiet for a second as you looked up at him. He looked handsome. Painfully handsome. Even with all of his scars, even with his messy hair… but most of all, he looked lonely.

“Cold”, you turned your head to the side, “My hands”. “Huh?”, his brows pulled together. “Could you please do that thing again?”, your cheeks red as you held out your hands, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

Even if this was a trap, even if you were going to capture him… He couldn’t refuse when you looked like that.

“Tsk”, an unexpected smile on his face, “Come here”. He lifted you from the ground with your arm. “I’m not going to sit on the ground like an idiot. Let’s go to my place, it’s warm. I promise”, he already started walking. For some reason he didn’t doubt you’d follow him. And you did. Without saying anything. If this was wrong, then why did it feel so right?

It was only a five-minute walk and for some reason it made him sad. He could’ve walked through entire countries with you walking beside him.

“We’re here”, he stopped in front of a tall building. To be honest, it looked like it was going to fall apart any minute. “Know it’s not much”, he scratched the back of his head, “But it’s warm… and safe”.

He knew he was a hypocrite. How could he say something like that when he killed people for fun?

“Hm”, you softly smiled. “Y-you still want to come in?”, he now sounded nervous. He couldn’t believe you actually trusted him enough to follow him like this. “Yeah”, your arms wrapped around your body, trying to keep the cold away.

How could he forget? You probably didn’t have a quirk like his, that kept him warm. He should’ve offered you his coat, or at least try to keep you warm.

“Let’s go inside. You must be cold”, he opened the door for you. It. Was a quiet walk to his apartment. Your mind and heart fighting against each other. “So”, he awkwardly kicked some boxes of fast food to the side as you entered his apartment. “Like I said, I know it’s not much but it’s warm”.

He felt embarrassed. He only had a small TV and a bed. Not even a chair or a couch to sit on.

“It’s enough”, you smiled. “Here, sit down please”, he quickly straightened his pillows. “You can sit here. I know it’s probably not comfortable to sit like this-“. “It’s perfect”, you sat down while leaning with your back against the wooden frame of his bed. “H-here’s a blanket”, he grabbed one from a box. You thanked him once again.

“Why are you doing this?”.

Your question pierced through his chest. He didn’t know why. He wasn’t like this. He never was kind to anyone.

“I don’t know”, he awkwardly sat down beside you. “I guess I understand the way you feel. That’s why I said it’s fine if you’re not like them. You don’t have to pretend all the time”. “Pretend?”, you pulled the blanket over your legs. “They’re scared too, you know? Everyone is. They just pretend they aren’t. It’s fine to be scared, to not show up sometimes. It’s fine if you can’t fake being happy, or brave, or …”, he hesitated for a second. “All I’m saying is, it’s fine if you’re you”. “But I-“, your eyes already glossy. “Don’t cry”, he turned to look at you. “You can’t cry. You can’t show them you’re weak-“.

What was he doing? He cried all the time, or he used to anyway. And yes, he felt weak because he did so, but when he saw you cry earlier… All he saw was a girl who was tired of being strong.

“You don’t need this, right? A lecture”, he shook his head, unsure of what was happening to him. “Cry your heart out”, he wrapped your arms around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Cry. Let it out. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. It’s brave to cry”, he tightened his grip as he heard your sobs. “You’ll never be alone again”.

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shiftingparadise · 10 months

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I'm so sorry for disturbing I'm so obsessed with this story could you make a part 3 of this just using ur imagination

Hi sweetheart, which story do you mean? But thank you for liking it <3

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shiftingparadise · 10 months

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Hi 🩵🩵 could you maybe do a scenario where phinks almost loses the reader? And like he finally says everything he’s been holding back

I love writing stories with Phinks in it so much 😭 thank you for your request. I hope you like it. Next fic will be one with our favourite Captain 😇.

Warnings: swearing, maybe? (I'm still so bad at writing warnings lol, I'm so sorry guys)

Word count: 1909

“This is nice”, you closed your eyes, a content smile on your face. The grass underneath you felt soft, as if you were lying on a blanket. “Tsk, idiot”, Phinks gritted his teeth, but his cheeks were blushing. “Why are you laying on the ground?”.

God, he couldn’t hide it. He couldn’t hide the way his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw you like this. The moonlight was kind to your skin, kinder than the sunlight. It made your skin glow. It reminded him of a lonely star, wandering through space. He’d admired you the same way ever since he laid eyes on you. Always from a distance, never getting too close, for he was sure he would get burned if he did.

“You’re an idiot”, your hand unexpectedly wrapped around his wrist as you pulled him to the ground next to you. “The biggest one I know”, you softly laughed.

His heart almost exploded at the sound of your soft giggle. You were so cute, so, so precious…

“Hm?”, your brows pulled together. “Are you blushing?”, a smile on your face. “I-I’m not!”, he quickly turned his head to the side. “You are!!!”, you quickly sat up straight. “What’s wrong, Phinks? Not used to girls touching you?”, you teased him. “Shut up!”. “Don’t worry”, you said, lying back down, “I won’t tell the others”.

Unable to come up with an answer, he stayed silent.

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you inside with the others?”. You shrugged, “Don’t know. They’re training or playing some stupid game… I just wanted to be alone for a little while”. “Sorry”, he quickly stood up, “I didn’t mean to –“. “Where are you going?”, you followed his movements. “Back inside, you wanted to be alone”. “I don’t mind you staying here”, you softly replied.

He hesitated for a second, but then the image of the lonely star popped up in his head again. He couldn’t get close to you. He couldn’t let himself get vulnerable like that.

“You’re an idiot”, he quietly replied before walking away.

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“Yo Phinks”, you smiled, “Look at me”. “Huh?”, he turned around, a frown on his face. “I’m Santa”, you deepened your voice. “What’s wrong with you?”, he asked, shaking his head, unable to hide his smile. “Come here”, he pulled you closer, his thumb gently wiping away the foam around your lips. “Can’t even drink coffee with you”. You widened your eyes, your cheeks already blushing. He sounded so caring, so sweet… “What’s wrong, Y/N?”, he smirked, “Not used to boys touching you?”. “F-fuck off!”, you pulled back, “T-there’s nothing wrong”. “Cute”, a warm look in his eyes. “H-huh?”, you looked at him with big eyes. His aura immediately changed after he realized he said it out loud. ‘What?”, he gritted his teeth, “Just drink your coffee and shut up, idiot”.

---

“I said don’t worry”, your eyes darkened as his hand met your wrist. “You’re not as strong as you think you are, idiot”. “Are you just going to let this happen? Are you just going to let this go?”. Your voice was quiet, but Phinks could feel your aura grow stronger. “I didn’t say that. I just-“. “Enough”, Feitan’s voice tore through the dense atmosphere, “Nothing we can do”. “What?”, you turned around to look at Feitan. “He betrayed us, h-he told that chain user-“.

You didn’t get it. You didn’t understand how everyone stayed so calm.

“Y/N”, Machi’s voice pulled your attention towards her, “We can’t be reckless. We’ll get our revenge”.

Not enough. It wasn’t enough. You needed it now. You couldn’t, no, you didn’t want to wait.

“Fuck it”, you angrily smiled, “I’ll see you guys around”. You walked out of the abandoned warehouse. No one tried to hold you back, no one even called out your name. They knew how stubborn you were, but Phinks couldn’t let this go. He knew what you were up to, how clouded your mind was right now. So, he did what was right. He followed you outside, desperately calling out your name.

“Fuck off”, you kept walking. “Y/N you can’t do this on your own-“. “I can’t?”, you laughed. “I’ll kill that traitor”, your pace fastening. “Enough”, Phinks managed to grab your arm before roughly pulling you back. “Don’t be foolish. You can’t take on Hisoka. You know that-“.

A mistake. Phinks made a terrible mistake, and he realized it as soon as he looked into your eyes.

“Let go”, you calmly replied, but your aura was radiating hostility toward him. “I didn’t mean it like that-“, he quickly let go, but the damage was done. “So you didn’t mean to call me weak? To call me foolish?”. “I didn’t say that”, Phinks frowned, an uneasy feeling flooded upon him. “Tsk”, you scoffed, “Stay away from me, Phinks”. His eyes widened as his heart shattered.

He fucked up. He never meant to insult you or to make you feel weak. He wanted to run after you, to comfort you, to hold you close but…

“You’re always underestimating me, always saying I’m weak…”, your voice shaking. “Do you think you’re better than me, Phinks? Stronger?”.

Great. He didn’t insult you, his words hurt you.

“That’s not what I meant-“, his hand reached out for you but you quickly pulled back. “Stay away from me”, a whisper before you walked away. You weren’t just angry at Phinks, you were angry with everyone. You felt betrayed.

---

“Dance”, Hisoka laughed, “Or is my little monkey too tired?”. You shivered as he lifted your chin from the ground, blood dripping onto the concrete floor. “Tsk”, you pulled your brows together. “Don’t worry, you can get plenty of sleep soon”, he chuckled.

It felt as if the devil himself was standing before you. Hisoka didn’t care about pride, about an honest fight. You should’ve known that.

“You disappoint me, little monkey”, Hisoka narrowed his eyes. “I thought you were stronger than this”. You wanted to answer but your sight got blurrier by the second. You were going to pass out. “Hm”, the magician chuckled, "Goodnight monkey”.

“Fuck off”, you let out a painful chuckle. You told Phinks that, right? You told him to stay away. Your last words to him… But it was no use now, right? You were going to die.

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“S-shit”, a distant voice tore through the darkness. “Shit, shit, shit”. The voice sounded familiar, was it someone you knew? You tried to move, to say something, but the darkness was spreading through your veins like poison. “Y/N? Wake up”.

Wake up? How?

“No, no, no”, the voice cracked.

Were you dead? Was someone grieving?

“Y/N come back to me please”. You could feel two hands around your back, lifting you into the darkness.

Phinks. It was his voice, right? His hands that lifted you into the growing darkness?

“I- I know you told me to stay away, but I can’t. I can’t stay away from you, Y/N. I’ll go wherever you go. If you die… I’ll go to hell to get you back”.

Tears? Could you feel tears on your shoulder?

“Fuck! You’re an idiot, you know that?”.

His scent… You could smell his familiar scent, his arms that tightened around you, the soft feeling of his chest…

“Idiot, idiot, idiot!”, the tears turned into sobs. “Don’t leave me, please Y/N. Please come back, I can’t do this without you here. Whom am I going to bully on missions? Whom am I going to buy pizza when we finish a mission? Whom am I going to tease when you’re being an idiot again?”.

He was hugging you, right? You could feel his nose pressed into your shoulder…

“Please, Y/N”, he softly whispered while holding you tighter. “Don’t make me follow you there, please, please, please”.

To where? You were with him, right? He was with you in the darkness. You couldn’t see Phinks but you could feel him, hear him… You wanted to hug him, tell him that you were fine, even though you couldn’t see a thing. As long as he was with you…

“Tsk”, his grip loosened, and the back of your head met the cold ground underneath you.

You weren’t floating in the darkness anymore, you were once again tied to the ground. D-did he leave you? Where was he? You couldn’t do this without him, you needed him-

“P-phinks?”, you tried to scream, but the darkness was so suffocating that not even a whisper escaped your throat. “Phinks? Phinks!”, you tried to move, to scream…

“Y/N?”, his voice appeared again, a pressure on your chest. “Y/N?!”, the pressure on your chest increased as it pushed the darkness away from you. “W-wake up! Please”.

A strange orange light appeared around you, as if you were glowing.

“P-phinks”, you broke free from the invisible chains, your arms reaching out for him.

Your arms wrapped around him, the darkness now completely gone.

“Phinks!”, you sobbed as your sight was still blurry. “Y-Y/N?”, Phinks widened his eyes, too stunned to move. “I-I’d never leave you, Phinks. I’d never-“. “I-it’s okay”, his arms softly wrapped around you as he tried not to hurt you. “I-I’m here, stay calm, okay?”. “D-don’t leave me, d-don’t give up on me!”, you started hyperventilating as the pain softly washed over you.

“I’d never leave you”, he pulled back, scanning your body. Your sight was still blurry but you knew he was smiling, you could feel his aura radiating happiness.

“G-good”, you forced a smile, your sight getting blurrier again. “Yo Phinks?”, your arms fell next to you, forcing Phinks to keep you from falling to the ground. “W-what?”. “W-when I wake up, y-you better be there”, you smiled as you fell into a slumber again.

---

“H-huh?”, you slowly opened your eyes.

A beep every second, cold light, white sheets, …

“No, no, no”, you shook your head. You hated hospitals. “Easy”, a hand pushed your shoulder back to the bed, “You need to rest”.

Phinks.

“P-phinks!”, you wanted to hug him, but his hand kept you pinned to the bed. “I said you need to rest, idiot!”, he frowned as he clenched his jaw. “R-right”, a blush on your cheeks. “How are you feeling?”. “I-I’m doing fine”, you looked up at him. “Good”, he closed his eyes for a second before taking a deep breath. “I’m only going to say this once, okay?”, his familiar angry smirk appeared.

You were in trouble.

“I’m not going to say I told you so but… You’re an idiot? Do you know that? I thought you died! Don’t you ever dare to do something like that again, or I’ll kill you myself! Do you hear me? Idiot, idiot, idiot!”.

God, every patient in the hospital must’ve heard him.

“I-I promise-”, you nervously smiled. “H-huh?”, you widened your eyes as he pulled you in for a hug, his voice soft now, “I was so worried about you. You can’t do something like that to me, Y/N. Do you know how much I care about you? How much I need you?”.

You softly wrapped your arms around him as tears streamed down your cheek.

“I-I know”, you whispered back, “Because I care just as much about you”.

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shiftingparadise · 11 months

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May I request a Feitan x Reader please? Cute stuff cute stuff everywhere. A fluff with Feitan trying to confess his feelings and failing a few times before actually getting it right.

Hi guys!! I'm back <3 I hope you enjoy this one. If you don't, or if you would like to give some feedback, feel free to do so.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1294

“What?”, you shyly asked. “You keep staring at me, it’s freaking me out, Fei”. “Tsk, wasn’t looking at you”, his cold eyes darted to the side. “Right”, you sighed before you got up. “Where’s boss anyway? We’ve been waiting in this building for ages. I’m getting tired”. “You can sleep here”, Hisoka smirked as he pointed toward his lap. “Fuck off”, you picked up a stone and threw it toward the magician, earning a chuckle in response. “I’m going outside for a bit. I’m getting bored”.

No one answered. Everyone seemed to be in their own little world. Hisoka playing with his cards, Shalnark updating his device, Feitan sharpening his knife…

“Hm”, you contentedly smiled as the moonlight greeted your skin, a soft breeze carried the familiar scent of the city toward you.

“What are you doing?”, Feitan’s voice came from behind you. “Nothing”, your smile slowly faded. “I’ve noticed”, Feitan now standing next to you. “Noticed?”, you frowned as your eyes scanned his expression.

“Cold as ever”, you thought. You always failed to read him, leaving you clueless as to what he was thinking or feeling.

“Your eyes”, he said, turning to look at you, “They’re sad”. “H-huh?”, you widened your eyes, “T-that’s not true Fei-“. “It’s fine”, he kept his eyes locked on yours, “You don’t have to talk about it”.

Silence.

“But I’d like you too”, he awkwardly added as he stared into the distance. “It’s nothing”, you forced a smile.

For a second, you noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It was the first time you saw any kind of emotion on his face.

“Pretty, right? The moon, I mean”, you nervously chuckled.

It was so obvious. Too obvious that you liked him.

He shrugged his shoulders in response. “You’re prett-“, he stopped talking before finishing his sentence. “I-I’m what?”, a blush on your cheek. “An idiot”, he clenched his jaw before kicking a stone in front of him. “I’m going back, boss will be here soon”, and just like that, he disappeared.

---

“Careful”, his hand wrapped around your arm, holding you back. “Oh, thanks, Fei”, you shyly smiled, “Didn’t notice we were going to cross a street”. “You never notice anything”.

Why did he seem annoyed?

“I’m sorry, Fei”, you lowered your eyes. “Don’t”, he softly placed his hand on the back of your head, gently massaging it for a second before pulling away. “Don’t apologize”. “Hm”, your cheeks red. Without saying anything else, his hand glided down to your waist, gently pushing you forward, “We can cross now”.

Butterflies. The way his hand gently pinched your waist, the way his voice sounded so soft when he talked to you…

“Where are the others?”, you asked as you crossed.

No answer.

“Fei?”, you frowned as he kept his hand on your waist. “No others”, he softly answered. “H-huh? You said we were going to meet the others-“, “We are. In the evening”. “T-then what are we doing here?”, you stopped walking. “Wanted to get a coffee with you”, he placed his hands back in his pockets. “Oh”, you looked at the ground, a blush on your cheeks.

Was this a date? Did he…? No, Fei wasn’t like this.

“You don’t want to?”, his brows pulled together. “N-no, I could use some coffee now”. “Good”, he started walking again, not looking back at you.

You walked behind him for a while before finally arriving at a cute, little café.

“So cozy”, your eyes unwillingly lit up. “Hm, thought you’d like this place. What’d you want?”. “A latte, please”, you sat down as he went to the counter.

“Here”, he carefully placed your coffee in front of you. “Thanks, Fei”. “Hm”, a small smile on his face. “W-what? A-are you smiling?”, your eyes went round in surprise.

This was the first time you'd seen him do that.

“Tsk, you don’t think I smile?”. “I-I’ve never seen you smile before”, you awkwardly cleared your throat.

Silence. Again.

“S-so, why were you smiling?”, you took a sip of your coffee. “Fei”, his voice sounded raspy, “I like it when you call me that”.

Bright red. Your cheeks went bright red.

“So messy”, he leaned over the table before his thumb stroked over your soft lips. “H-huh?”, your eyes wide open. “There was some foam on your lips”, he sat back down again.

How could his touch feel so soft? So caring? You know what he did, what he enjoyed doing. It’s not like you were much better. You were also a Spider but… Feitan could be truly cruel, terrifying even.

“I want to tell you something”, he stared out the window, looking at the cars passing. For some reason, he hadn’t touched his coffee yet. “Oh?”, you took another sip from yours. “I really like y-“, he paused again. “I really like coffee”, he lowered his eyes as he corrected himself. “Really?”, you smiled, “Me too. We should do this more often then”. You were clueless as to what he wanted to say. “Fine”, he coldly answered before finally taking a sip.

---

“Dead, huh?”, you pulled your knees closer to your chest. The bright city lights greeted you like an old friend. You usually loved this. Sitting on a balcony of a hotel room, a soft breeze grazing over your cheeks… But not tonight. The loss of your friend far outweighed any pleasant feeling.

“Dead”, Feitan said, sitting down beside you. “Where are the others?”, a cold look in your eyes. “Dealing with it in their own way”, he studied your face. “Why did you come here?”, you softly asked. “Wanted to make sure you were okay”. “There’s no time to grieve, Fei. Whether I’m fine or not, it doesn’t matter”. “It matters to me”, he looked at the sky.

Why? Feitan wasn’t the kind of man to care about others, at least not like this. He cared about the Spiders, but he would never care about their feelings.

“H-huh?”, you froze as Feitan placed a strand of hair behind your ear. You slowly looked to the side, only to find warm eyes staring back at you. He didn’t smile, but his eyes… They were never like this. “Pretty”, he murmured. “W-what-“, “I care for you, Y/N”, he interrupted you as his hand rested on your cheek. “Want to see you happy”, his thumb now softly grazed over your bottom lip.

“I am-“, “You’re not”, he frowned, “Don’t think I don’t notice”.

You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, but … You never had this. Someone who cared for you, who wanted to see you happy.

“Don’t”, he tried to sound as kind as possible. “Don’t cry”, he gently brushed a tear from your cheek. “I’m sorry”, you softly sobbed. “Don’t be”, two hands now wrapped around your face, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not sorry either”. “Sorry? For what-“, his lips met yours before you could finish your sentence.

Feitan wasn’t sure if you wanted this or if you felt the same. He never did something like this before, but it felt right. He could feel a warm sensation in his chest, butterflies in his stomach…

“F-fei?”. “Talk to me”, his eyes still closed, a hand resting on the back of your head. “W-what do you want?”. “You”, he immediately answered, “I want you”.

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shiftingparadise · 11 months

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Hey! How have you been? I wanted to double check and see if you are still accepting requests. I am a big fan of your work!

Hi, I needed some time to myself since my breakup, but I'm doing better now. I’m going to start writing again next week, so I’ll be posting stories again very soon!🤍 😇🤍✨

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Leave, please (Dabi x Hawks x reader)

So, my boyfriend and I broke up yesterday. We were together for 8 years and I feel so awful, lol. I just had to write something to kind of help me cope with it. I'm sorry this isn't one of your requests, and I'm sorry they're taking so long, but I have a hard time writing when I feel bad 😕 I'm still working on them, they just take a little longer. I'm sorry guys ❤️

Warnings: none

Word count: 1966

“Don’t do this”, his knees shaking. “You can’t do this, Y/N”.

“I don’t want to do this, but I can’t help the way I feel”, the words got stuck inside your throat.

“I’m sorry”, a broken whisper as your eyes stung. “Give me an explanation, Y/N. Please”.

By now, his face had lost all color, his hands eager to wrap around your arms.

“I-I don’t have-“, “Is it so hard for you to talk to me? Would you rather stay silent than solve this mess between us?”, tired eyes scanned your face.

Yes, you did.

“You’re so selfish”, he chuckled, his head hanging low. “Have you ever thought about how I feel? About what I need?”.

Silence.

“If I leave now… That’s it”, he cleared his throat. “If I leave now, it’s over”.

You knew that.

“Leave, please”, your lips pressed together as silent tears streamed down your cheek.

It still hurt, even though you made this decision.

“You were the only one-“, Touya took a deep breath. “Never mind”, he turned his back to you, “You never listen. It’s always about you, right? I do everything I can to make you happy, to make sure you have everything you need, and still…”.

“Leave, please”, you softly sobbed. “I’m leaving, don’t worry”, blue eyes staring into yours.

You were scared. Scared that he’ll get mad, scared that he’ll hurt you again.

“One more time, please”, his arms quickly pulled you closer, his hand resting on the back of your head. “Strawberries”, a soft chuckle as he took in your scent one last time.

You didn’t hug him back. You couldn’t let yourself go through this again.

“That’s my girl. Always so cold”, he whispered before pulling away. “Take care of yourself, okay?”.

“You too, Touya”, your eyes fixed on the ground.

Finally… His hand resting on the doorknob, he’s going to leave…

“Are you sure?”. “Y-yes”, your heart racing.

You were scared. Scared that he was going to kill you. “You can’t leave me. I’ll kill you if you do. You’re mine, and mine only”, you vividly remember the night he spoke those words to you.

“Don’t be scared”, rough digits stroked your cheeks, “I’m leaving”.

Right. He could see that you were scared, that your body was shaking.

“I’m sorry I’ve hurt you so many times. I’m sorry I couldn’t treat you right, but… I’d die for you, I’d kill for you… You were the only good thing in my life, Y/N”.

He never treated you right, but you loved him. You’ll always love him.

“L-leave, Touya. Please”, loud sobs escaped your lungs, your body shaking.

It hurt him to see you like this. You knew that, but this had to happen. You couldn’t do this any longer.

“Fuck!”, a loud scream before he kicked against your door. “I can’t leave, I can’t leave you, Y/N. I love you, I love you more than anyone or anything”.

You’ve never seen him cry before. You’ve never even heard him raise his voice…

“Don’t you want me to be happy?”. “I want you to be happy with me!”, tears streaming down his cheek.

“You’ve hurt me too many times”, your hand wrapped around your wrist. A stinging sensation greeted you, a reminder of what he’d done.

You had to feel the pain he caused you. You had to be strong.

“Are you in love with someone else? Is that it?”, rage in his eyes. “W-what?”, you took a step backward. “Of course not! I’ve never even thought about that”.

But that was a lie, right? You did. You thought about him all the time.

“You’re telling me you’ve never thought about the guy who saved your life?”, he chuckled. “Don’t play dumb. I saw the way you looked at him. When he soared through the sky, his arms wrapped around you…. You’ve never thought about that, hm?”. “D-don’t touch me!”, you pulled away as he grabbed your arm. “Where were you? Where were you when your friend 'Shigi' kidnapped me and placed me in a building full of explosives? Where were you, Touya? Were you too busy running after daddy? Too busy plotting your revenge?”.

Too far.

“What did you just say?”, every emotion on his face disappeared. “N-nothing”, your eyes wide open. “No, no, no”, he hastily replied as he got closer, “I was too busy running after ‘daddy’, right?”. “T-touya-“. “Is that how you see me? A crybaby with daddy issues?”.

Well, to be honest, he kind of was…

“No, of course not!”. “Well, I’m sorry, princess. I’m sorry I don’t have fucking wings and I can’t magically fly to where you are. As you can see, I’m kind of broken”, his voice cracked. “But I was risking everything I had to come and save you and kick that idiot’s ass”. “Y-you’ve never told me that-“. “I thought I didn’t have to. I thought it was obvious that I’d come and save you. Fuck Y/N, is that really how you think about me?”.

“Calm down-“, your soft digits reached for his face, a drop of blood dripping from his eyes. “Don’t-“, a hostile tone in his voice. “You’re right. It’s better this way”, he walked to the door, “He can have you”.

“Are you hurt?”, a figure appeared from behind you. “N-no”, your voice still shaking. “He knew I was here”, Hawks walked towards the door, making sure it was closed. “It doesn’t matter if it’s closed or not. Touya can easily kick that door in”. “I know, just thought it would make you feel a little safer”, he gently wiped the tears from your cheek. “W-what do you mean he knew you were here?”, you looked into his eyes. “Right after he kicked against your door… I couldn’t help myself. I was scared he was going to hurt you-”. “But if he saw, he would’ve killed you”, you interrupted him, “I’m sure he didn’t notice-“. “I was standing right behind you… He saw me”, Hawks’ brows drew together. “Look, don’t get me wrong. I can’t stand that guy and the only reason I let him walk free is that you asked me to, but… I think he really does love you in his own fucked up way. I think he just wants you to be safe, and that's something he could've never done. Not like I can”.

“R-right”, you let your head fall against his chest, “Thank you”. “I’m glad he can’t hurt you any longer”, Hawks’ digits gently stroked over your burn marks.

You didn’t mean to fall in love with someone else, to abandon Touya, but… It was better this way, wasn’t it? You found someone who brought you joy instead of fear, someone who left hickeys instead of scars… Yes, it was wrong. It was wrong you fell in love with someone else when you were still seeing Touya, you knew that.

“Let’s order some food, okay?”, Hawks smiled before picking you up. “You sure you aren’t an angel?”, you let your head rest against his chest, his wings wrapped around you like a blanket. “I’m sure”, he softly chuckled. “What about you? Are you sure you aren’t one?”, he carefully laid you down on the couch. “I’m sure”, your eyes lit up as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Hawks was always like this. He was always so gentle with you, as if you were made out of glass.

“I’ll order something, you get some rest, okay?”.

---

“Doesn’t it hurt?”, Shigaraki turned his head. “She’s happy”, Touya’s eyes fixed on the screen, “That’s all that counts”. “So you don’t want to go and kill him? Because I do”.

Touya took a deep sigh before he turned the TV off.

“He’s off limits”. “What?!”. “He’s keeping her safe-“. “You can keep her safe”, Shigaraki interrupted his friend. “He’s a pro hero. By now, she’s met his little friends, and I’m sure they’ll adore her just as much as he did. They’re all willing to die for her, but are you? Is Toga willing to die for her? Or Twice?”.

Silence.

“Right, so I can’t keep her safe like he can, can I?”, Touya grabbed his coat. “Don’t tell me you’re going to spy on her again”, Shigaraki scratched his throat, “That’s just creepy, even for a villain”.

He knew it was strange, but he couldn’t help himself. He always adored the way you smiled as you handed someone their coffee, or the way you nodded as you greeted a customer.

“I’ll be back soon”.

---

“That’s my girl”, Touya chuckled as his hands rested inside the pocket of his hoodie.

He was sitting on a bench in front of the coffee shop you worked in. He used a simple disguise, but good enough for you not to recognize him.

“What are you doing here?”. “Huh?”, Touya looked behind him. “Oh, so someone does recognize me. How’s it going, pigeon?”.

“What are you doing here?”, Hawks repeated himself. “Nothing, I’m leaving. Don’t worry”, Touya stood up. “Why are you watching her?”. “I’m not”, he walked past the pro hero. “I won’t repeat myself”, Hawks' hand on the villain’s chest. “I’ve let you escape once because she asked me to, but I won’t do it twice”.

“T-touya?”, you barely whispered. “Y/N, leave”, Hawks replied. “Is that Touya?”, you ignored your boyfriend’s concern. “Touya?”, your hand now resting on his shoulder.

Yes, his heart broke when he heard your sweet voice again, when he smelled your perfume…

“Let him go”, your eyes glossy. “Y/N, you can’t expect me to let him escape again. He’s a criminal-“. “Let him go, Hawks”. “He’s killed people-“. “I don’t care, let him go”, a single tear streamed down your cheek.

“Do you still love him?”.

You wanted to respond, to say no but…

“Right”, Hawks took his hand from Dabi’s chest, “You do”.

No, this couldn’t happen. He couldn’t let this happen. Hawks was good for you. He kept you safe, he made you smile… Something he never did.

“She doesn’t, don’t worry”, Touya slowly walked away, “I won’t come back, but you better keep her safe, or I’ll come for you”, he placed his hand on the hero’s shoulder. “Got it?”, he tightened his grip as he activated his quirk just enough to let that 'pigeon' feel his anger.

Touya never turned around to look at you, he couldn’t. You knew that, but you wanted to see him. To see that he was doing fine.

“You still love him?”, a confused expression on Hawks’ face. “I’ll always care for him”, you smiled, “But I love you”. “Y/N, I can’t let him walk away every time I see him. I’m a pro hero and he’s a villain. Have you any idea how guilty I feel when I do shit like that? He’s out there hurting people, killing people and –“.

You truly were selfish. How could you do this to him? To someone who saved your life?

“You’re right”, you interrupted him. “I’m sorry”, your hands eagerly wrapped around his waist. “I just… He just lost his way. He isn’t a bad person, Hawks. He really isn’t”. “I know you believe he isn't, but look at your body. How many times did he hurt you? How many times did he kill? Torture?”.

He was right, again.

“Yo, Y/N!”, your co-worker’s voice greeted you. “I know your boyfriend is a pro-hero, but can you come inside again? I could use some help”, he desperately sighed, “These customers are killing me!”.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?”, your eyes studied his. “You’re right. He’s a psychopath, and I don’t know why I keep defending him. Just remember that I love you. I’ll see you tonight”, you swiftly kissed him before you hurried back inside.

“Watch out!”, your boyfriend yelled as he saw you crossing the street without looking. “Sorry!”, you clumsily waived at him, “I’ll see you at dinner!”.

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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I can’t find the soft spot link’s please give them to me🥹🥹

Hi! You can find them here underneath “Hunter x Hunter”, for more parts you can go to my second masterlist :) 🤍✨

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡

Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.

I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(

WARNINGS: smut

Word count: 1995

“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”.

“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”.

Your voice… So soft, so innocent…

“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure.

“Water”.

“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around.

“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”.

Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.

“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”.

No. He didn’t want them to take you.

“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”.

“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”.

“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”.

“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”. “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table.

His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling.

“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply.

“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”.

Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were.

“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face. “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”.

“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”.

He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks.

“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”.

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“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow.

He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance…

“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”.

“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you.

“I’m lucky?”.

“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”.

“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”.

“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”.

“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”.

“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”.

What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life.

“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous.

“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist.

Right. This was the moment he started to hate you.

“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks.

How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself.

“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.

“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”.

No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first.

“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”.

“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”.

You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him…

“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.

Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…

“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”.

“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”.

“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression.

He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to.

“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”.

Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking.

“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest. “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”.

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