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babyleostuff · 2 days

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passenger princess(es)

𝜗𝜚 fluff, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 wc: 894

・ ❥ ・ there is nothing that could stop cheol from taking care of his passenger princess(es)

„hey baby, can you pass me the water bottle?” seungcheol let go of the wheel, so he could grab the bottle from you, not tearing his eyes from the road for a second.

cheol was a great driver, excellent even in his humble opinion - he has never gotten a ticket in his life, and people told him on multiple occasions how safe they felt with him behind the wheel. he was also very much aware of how hot he looked driving, something he often used against you. with the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up (which accentuated his yummy biceps even more), the expensive watch around his wrist and, for dessert, his other hand resting on your thigh - you had no other way out than to totally thirst over your unfairly sexy boyfriend.

there were times when you found yourself staring at him with no shame, he was that hot. not that seungcheol cared, if he did he wouldn’t flex his biceps on purpose while grabbing the wheel.

but while he was (obviously) very careful while driving, it seemed that his protective instincts kicked in on a higher level when you were sitting next to him.

that’s why when you didn’t answer him, or gave him the bottle, he made sure to grab the wheel with both of his hands before throwing a glance at you.

„my love, did you h-,” words stuck in his throat when he saw your closed eyes and your head resting against the window. cheol knew that sooner or later you would fall asleep anyway, no matter how hard you insisted on not sleeping. “i want to keep you company,” you pouted angrily, and grabbed the AUX, “don’t want you to feel lonely.” it was on the tip of cheol's tongue that there was no chance he would feel lonely, even if you were sleeping. not to mention your little white fluff ball in the backseat that always kept him company.

„you see, told you mommy would fall asleep,” he laughed, looking at your precious baby in the rearview mirror. kkuma seemed to have the best time looking at the passing cars, barking at some of them, and wagging her tail at others.

seungcheol sighed with a smile, as he grabbed your hand that was resting on your tummy. „ah, what am i going to do with you, my silly girls.”

to be honest - he couldn't have been more content. you spent the whole day together on the beach, with kkuma running into the waves (she ended up looking like a wet mop), eating food from the seaside food stalls, walking along the shore, and finally ending the day with a swim together. days off were the best.

suddenly, his daydream was cut short when he felt you shiver. cheol wouldn’t have been that worried (you sometimes got those shivers in your sleep, which he always found really cute), but you grabbed his hand tighter, as if you were searching for more body heat. he frowned as he ran his hand over your arm, feeling the goosebumps on your skin.

„why didn’t you just tell me you were cold,” he muttered, half annoyed, and half worried. your hair was still wet, and your clothes damp after you put them over your swimsuit, so if the AC was too low you could get sick - something seungcheol wouldn’t let happen, even if it meant he’d have to fight the illness himself.

fortunately, there was a gas station a few kilometers away.

he parked right next to a small field of grass so he could also let kkuma out for a moment, and opened the trunk in search of a blanket he could cover you with. cheol also found his sweater and decided that two layers wouldn’t hurt.

to avoid any neck or back cramps, seungcheol gently repositioned you in your seat so as not to wake you up, but still let you sleep peacefully without straining any muscles. technically he could just turn the heating on, but he just let you freeze for the past god knows how many minutes - he had to bundle you up. „my pretty girl,” he stroked your cheek, leaning in to kiss your nose, before covering you with the sweater.

„c-cheollie?” you suddenly mumbled, and raised your hand to rub your eyes. your boyfriend couldn’t help but laugh at your slightly confused expression.

„i pulled over, baby,” he said softly. „you were sleeping and you were clearly freezing, which by the way, please let me know next time if you're cold, so i stopped to cover you up.”

you looked at him with big, sleepy eyes like you were still trying to figure out which planet you were on - you were clearly still too tired to understand. „’s okay, go back to sleep.”

some people were afraid of sleeping in cars, after all, there were so many situations that could lead to a catastrophe - what if the driver fell asleep or did not notice the approaching vehicle?

but you were not scared at all, not in the slightest. if you had to pick one person on earth that made you feel the safest, you’d pick choi seungcheol without a hesitation. in a car or not - you knew he’d protect you no matter what.

that's why, without thinking, you nodded and closed your eyes, falling back asleep.

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celestie0 · 12 hours

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I actually kinda like the accidental pregnancy trope idk just two characters learning to coparent and then eventually falling in love is kinda cute 🥹 I’d love to see what you write for gojo I feel like he’d be scared but end being such an amazing dad

gojo x reader | accidental pregnancy trope [drabble]

little miracle. a gojo x reader story

a/n. ok anon i basically started answering this ask very minimally but i couldn't stop myself from writing and it basically became an entire story so enjoy i guess?? LOL my bad <3 warnings/tags. domestic fluff, angst, mentions of sick parent, mentions of death, pregnancy symptoms. there is happy ending!! word count. 2.2k

gojo and you are in your mid twenties but you're both just barely getting by, you're a new writer living in a tiny apartment in a big city and gojo is the cute waiter at your favorite diner who's just saving up some money because he wants to go back to school and you're both kindaaa crushing on each other, flirting w one another. the restaurant gojo works at ends up starting meal delivery option, and you order some pizza to your apartment just so that you can see him on a weekday and he's soooo super cheeky with it leaning in the doorframe entryway of your apartment with the pizza in his hand like "it says here someone ordered a hot guy in some super sexy black jeans, well he's here now" and you're like "you're such a fuckin idiot" and you abandon said pizza to fuck him on your facebook marketplace couch.

fast forward the next day n you wake up, but he's not there anymore. he left you a little note that says he's going away for a month since his mom is sick and he needs to be w her. you're confused by the note, and you wish he left his phone number because you realize you have no way of contacting him. but that's ok, he'll be back soon, right?

in the couple weeks following the night you both hooked up, you're feeling like shit in the mornings, nauseous, you realize you've missed your period but you shrug it off because it was never really normal anyways. but one morning you throw up, confused as hell, wondering if you got food poisoning. but as you swing your legs back and forth in your paper gown, sitting high up on your primary care doctor's examination room bed, they tell you that you're pregnant and you act like you've never even heard the word before.

there's no doubt gojo is the father, you haven't slept w anyone except him in months. and a baby was just...you can barely afford to pay your bills, you're already living paycheck to paycheck since your book isn't even out yet and you're just surviving w the advance from your old job. what the hell were you going to do? and you can't even tell him that you're pregnant, because he's god knows where, stranding you with no phone number to contact him and you feel so left behind and alone.

the first person he comes to see when he gets back into the city is you. he looks tired, probably from his travels, or possibly from what he saw back home w his mom laying sick in bed. but he's still so happy to see you, and he kisses you and tells you he missed you and you stop him to tell him that you need to talk. for him, there was life before you told him you were pregnant, and then there was life after. and now he was living in the after. standing still in the tiny living room of your apartment when you tell him he's the father, and the words that leave your mouth afterwards are drowned out in his head because he can only focus on that one thought at once.

father. he's going to be a father? whatever heaviness he finds in his chest from the word is replaced with adoration when he looks at you.

keeping it, was what you had told him next.

it was tough at first, because of the morning sickness and the hormones and the yelling at him for not bringing you the kfc you craved so badly a minute before he did, and then the crying that follows suit when you realize you're being mean to him. but he does everything you want, everything he knows how, because he doesn't know how to be a dad, and he figures the least he can do right now is know what to do for you. and the thought scares him, to death every day. as he's driving you to your doctor's appointments, he's praying under his breath that you and baby are ok and healthy. while he's waiting tables at work, he puts on his best smile for an extra tip because it's extra money for the baby, because she isn't even here yet and he already wants to give her everything she's ever wanted.

yes, she. a baby girl. you were having a baby girl. you cried when your ob/gyn slipped and told you the gender, because you asked for it to be kept secret, but what hurt even more was that you told gojo he didn't need to come to this appointment. just a routine little check up, not a big deal. i'll just have my friend drop me off, you said. little did you know it was the one where you would find out you two were having a little girl.

oh, gojo knows nothing about girls. would it be different from raising a boy? can he play wrestle w her when she's a little older, or would he have to be gentle with her? would he learn how to make flower crowns for her with daisies from the field just to see a smile on her tiny face? how will he ever be able to deny her anything, especially if she looks just like you?

the second trimester, you two felt like a young married couple, and for once it felt like things were bright. like you two knew what you were doing. like it wasn't a mistake, but a blessing. you wanted him, desired him, and he'd never desired anything more than he desired you. it took you a while to come around to having sex again, it felt wrong, because that was what got you two into this mess in the first place. but those feelings melted away when you two moved into his little ranch together on the outskirts of town and you knew what it felt like to be hugged by him in the mornings, his sleepy voice drawling in your ear about how much more beautiful you look with every passing day. in those moments, all the regret melts away.

it all comes crashing down in third trimester. you're angry, he's tired, you're sad, he swears he's trying his best but he just can't seem to understand what you need from him. you say you wished this never happened, he says he didn't ask for any of this, and you're sobbing on the kitchen floor with your head in your hands because it all just feels like some cruel twisted joke. like a dream you should be waking up from any second from now. he sits down on the cold tile beside you, solemn in the face. he already looks so much older than the bright eyed boy he used to be, twirling a pizza box around on his finger in the doorframe of your apartment. his cheeks have sunk in, and he looks older. his hand reaches out to hold yours, and he kisses the back of it, and he says he'll never leave. not like how he left all those months ago, with nothing but a note. no matter what it comes to, one thing he can always promise you, is that he'll never leave like that ever again.

when your baby girl was born, nothing else mattered. it's like all the turmoil you faced in the past eight months was not even worth paying a moment's care towards when you cradle her in your arms. gojo had been fighting back tears the entire time, mostly provoked by how difficult childbirth had been for you as he watched feeling helpless, but the moment he held his little girl in his arms, he couldn't fight back the tears anymore. and he cried, and he cried, and he cried. few fathers could treasure their daughters as much as gojo did, and he knows it's a promise every parent makes to their child, but he vowed he'll never let anything hurt her. never let anyone upset her. for as long as he lives, he'll keep all the cruelty away from her, and keep her safe forever. you both named her yuki, for snow drifting outside of the hospital window when she opens her eyes for the first time.

you two make the tough decision that it's best for gojo to go back to school like he originally planned while you take care of the baby at home. it's hard having him away, and it's torture for him too, since he seems to breathe and live just to make yuki giggle and smile. but it's what made fiscal sense, since you knew what it was like to grow up in a household with little money to feed or fend, and the two of you wanted more than that for your daughter.

gojo's mother succumbed to the very illness that had been haunting her since he visited her for a month over a year ago, and he cried to sleep when he realized she only got to hold her granddaughter once before she passed away. and for the first time in his life, gojo learned what it really meant to be a parent, and it was only found in losing his own. there was no time to grieve in the capacity that he wanted to, because he needed to be there for you and his little girl. a year ago, he would've been broken, beaten, and bruised, but now he bleeds only in his dreams, then buries and braves the seasons for the sake of you two. as he slips his shoes off at the front door after a long day, then walks into the dark of the house, turning the corner into your shared room, he sees you humming peacefully while rocking his daughter to sleep. and he realizes his entire world is sitting in that chair.

gojo graduates from his two year engineering program, and lands a job in the city. the same city you left to go live with him when you were pregnant. it was tough to come back to the same city you fled, because all you remember of it now is morning sickness and fear of your career and falling in love with a boy that had a boyish charming smile you knew would ruin you one day. and now he's taken you back, moving the little family you've made together into a house. a house! he bought you a house. it was a little one, with no more than two bedrooms, but there was enough room in your hearts to raise your daughter with love, and that was all she'd ever need. she can walk now, mumble words. she said dada first, and gojo never stops teasing you about it. and when she finally says mama, you felt like your whole heart would burst.

he proposes to you on the waterline of the city's park, at the top of golden hour while the wind is subtle and tame but still ruffles the fabric of your dress. waiter boy, on one knee in front of you, years of waiting tables but he cannot even bare to wait one more second to hear your answer to the most important question he'll ever ask anyone in his entire life.

and you say yes. and he promises he'll love you for the rest of his life.

the wedding is small, because you two decided not to invite all of the family that had become estranged ever since you told them that you were pregnant with a man's child who you weren't even so much as dating. his family became yours after that, with his aunts and uncles congratulating you and yuki's cousins playing with her before she was to skip down the aisle as flower girl. it was sad to see your side of the church so empty, but you could never truly feel empty in this world anymore. not with what all that you've gained in the process.

there is fear in love, and in life. there was fear in gojo's heart when he learned he was going to be a father when he barely even knew right from wrong. there was fear in learning you were going to be a mother when you knew you cannot protect your child from the same hurt that has haunted you for a lifetime. but there was joy too. joy in seeing your baby bump for the first time, joy in holding your daughter in your arms for the first time, joy in seeing a sparkling stone in a tiny box presented to you on a sunday by the boy who still made your heart skip a beat just by looking at him, and there was so much joy in marrying him too.

but you find the real joy comes in the moments that you expect nothing from at all, but they happily surprise you with the feeling nonetheless. like now, as you sit on a picnic blanket at the park and you watch your husband running across fluttering grass in the wind, chasing after your daughter whose giggles and shrieks fill the summer air. he catches her, throwing her up into the air before spinning her around in his arms, and you tuck your hair behind your ear as you watch it happen. you expected nothing from anything life had given you in the past four years, and yet it gave you all the joy in the world. where you could've expected sorrow and sadness, it gave you something beautiful instead. you never would've thought that the boy you locked eyes with through a shy flutter of your lashes underneath warm restaurant lighting, the one that winked at you with no shame despite you being surrounded by all of your friends, you never could've imagined he'd be who he is to you today. but for certain, now, you believe in it. you believe in little miracles.

[the end]

a/n. what the flying fuck. i'm gonna go cry now lmfao.

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remlionheart · 3 days

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you're the thoughts that can't be tamed

and i'm trying to be sane

⋆˙⟡♡ MDNI. whewww. the people demanded more high / toxic!megumi and the people got more high / toxic!megumi. tw for angst, daddy issues, drug use, smut. 4.3k words. all characters aged up 21+. ๋࣭ ⭑ life held no promises - it was a fact that you and megumi were made well aware from a very early age. from sleeping under blanket forts as kids to sneaking through windows as teenagers, he'd always been your one constant in a sea of variables. but what happens when the tides become strong enough to pull him away too? ๋࣭ ⭑ this was fucking emotional to write, not gonna lie. lemme know whatcha think, luv u ⋆˙⟡♡

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“No one else has what we have.”

Those were Megumi's favorite words to say to you.

On the nights where both of your dads would take off together, deciding that they were done being responsible for the two of you for a few days, you would hide under blankets in his room and laugh at the things that only 9-year-old you would understand.

You'd keep yourselves occupied with video games and books and dive so far into each other’s imaginations that you'd completely forget about the world around you.

It was all late-night summer air, swinging in your backyard for hours, and the way that you two were somehow able to turn something as damning as parental abandonment into adventure.

As teenagers, reality became harder to sugarcoat but there was still that same unfettered energy between both of you that made it doable.

At 14, you'd sit on the edge of his bed during the wintertime, drinking beer that you'd stolen from Toji's stash and exchange secrets in-between drunken kisses that neither one of you would be brave enough to acknowledge the next day.

You'd walk to school together with matching tired eyes and unkempt hair and he would tell people to fuck off when they’d ask you why you'd been wearing the same hoodie for a week straight.

He'd sneak through your bedroom window on the nights that your house didn’t feel safe just to lay with you, running light fingers through your hair while sharing a set of tangled headphones to drown out the sound of your parents arguing.

The things that he couldn’t tell his other friends, the things that he couldn’t tell his family, the things that he could barely tell himself – he'd tell you.

You were two halves of two very broken homes. Rigid and unstable when apart but perfectly balanced when together. From spending practically every weekend together to essentially raising one another since none of the adults in either of your lives had any interest in doing so – he was right:

No one else had what you had.

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Nobara's ceiling fan creaked steadily above you as you stared back at it, trying but failing to swallow down your emotions.

You rolled over, careful not to wake her as you reached for your phone to see the time "3:33" displayed across the screen. With a heavy sigh, you unplugged it from the charger and crept out of bed, keeping your movements light as you made your way into the living room.

You wrapped one of her knit blankets around your shoulders, sinking down onto the couch like you'd done so many times over the last few weeks you'd been staying here. There were bags under your eyes that you were convinced would never go away. Tear stains on your cheeks that felt like they'd been permanently adopted by your skin.

Thinking about Megumi was nothing new, it was the unfamiliar pain that came along with it that you couldn't quite adjust to. The way your chest tightened and your insides burned with each memory that surfaced. What used to be the most comfortable part of your brain was now the one place you were desperate to stay away from.

"So you're leaving then?"

You'd replayed the last conversation you'd had with him so many times, it still felt like you were in his room most days. A ghost that wandered the halls, hopelessly waiting for him to come back no matter how much time passed.

You had struggled to look back at him that night, his pupils dilated from the Oxy he had taken. There was something so unnerving about being so close to him and so far away from him at the same time. How physically, he was within arm's reach, but mentally, there might as well have been galaxies separating you.

Your voice betrayed you, shaking as you fought to keep your resolve. "That's what you want, right? For me to leave?"

He was silent, his worn-down demeanor saying more than his voice was capable of at the time. You watched his hand twitch at his side as if his own body was attempting to fight against his sentiment. "Just go."

You stared at him, forcing yourself to take in his pale face and hollowed out blue eyes. You'd seen the whole thing. The entire progression of the boy who used to build blanket forts with you to protect you from the outside world to the boy who'd taken your virginity on a rainy September night when you were 15 because "you both deserved to know what it felt like to be loved" to the vacant 22-year-old who was standing in front of you with nothing left to offer to you or himself.

You'd been there for every day and every moment that had led the two of you down that one pivotal breaking point, but you still couldn't fathom it. You didn't have it in you to fight with him. Didn't have it in you to push back or yell or fall apart in front of him like you both thought you would.

Instead, you did something much more damning: you mirrored him. Leaving him with an empty, "Okay." as you closed the door to his apartment and disappeared back to your car, realizing that his words still reigned true, only they held a new meaning - no one else had what you had, not even you.

You nestled into the couch, using your phone to put the same song on repeat as you tried to close your eyes again. Out of all the grievances you'd experienced throughout your life, you had never considered until recently how much harder it was to mourn the living than it was to mourn the dead.

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Megumi had barely slept in the last three days. His thoughts were blurred by hazy white pills and scattered flashbacks of the things he should've never said to you and worst of all...

The way your face used to light up when you'd wake up next to him and what a jarring contrast it was to have his eyes flutter open to an empty bottle of whiskey on his nightstand instead.

"I feel awake when I'm with you."

He'd said it to you one morning when you'd both just woken up, his fingers running lazy circles over the top of your shoulder, his arms still wrapped protectively around you from the previous night's sleep.

"I'm listening." You hummed, propping your head up to meet his blue eyes in quiet encouragement.

He wasn't always the best with his words - you both knew that, but he still tried as he kept his fingertips featherlight against your skin. "I'm always so tired, but... not when I'm with you."

He remembered the way your pupils bloomed while he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, letting himself say the things he'd usually be too afraid to admit. "I... feel like the only time life really makes sense is when we're like this, you know...? When we're both half asleep tangled up in each other."

You cried, your hands finding the back of his neck as your lips met his in a gentle mid-morning daze.

It was the first time you'd said it - it poured out in between breaths and tears, opening up like a floodgate once it began: "I love you." you whispered against his lips. "I love you." You repeated while you pulled him on top of you. "I love you." as he slid your shirt above your shoulders. "I love you." only, it was his voice this time fanning across the nape of your neck. "I love you." he exhaled again, carefully sliding into you. "I love you." you moaned, your eyes completely fixated on him as he thrusted harder.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..."

The nostalgia was so intense it rang through his ears, his stomach churning violently. No matter how much he tried to bury you, you were still everywhere. Stuck to the walls. Stitched in his blankets. Embedded into his skin.

Panic swelled in his chest, his hand shaking as he dug the cellophane baggy out of his hoodie pocket and promptly shoved two oval-shaped pills into his mouth.

"That's what you want, right? For me to leave?"

The answer wasn't yes because he didn't love you, the answer was yes because he did love you. Because after all that you'd been forced to deal with between your dad and his, the last thing you needed was for another man you trusted to let you down the way he was.

"Just go."

It wasn't that he wanted you to, it was that you needed to.

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"You're not responsible for him." Nobara said as she handed you a cup of coffee, taking a seat next to you on the couch. "You realize that, don't you?"

Despite her rough edges when it came to men, she was truly the gentlest friend you had. She was patient. Kind. Non-judgmental. She listened to your feelings no matter how repetitive or morbid they may have been. There really weren't enough 'thank you's when it came to how much she'd been there for you over the last few weeks.

You dropped the blanket from your shoulders and took a sip, struggling to look back at her. "I know, I just -" you faltered, your eyes still locked onto the steam rolling off of your mug. "I just hope he's okay..."

It was the longest you'd gone without seeing him and no matter how many times she'd tried to remind you that you couldn't hold yourself accountable for his well being, you still felt an odd sense of responsibility for him. It was a feeling that you'd held onto for so long, you weren't sure how you were supposed to even separate yourself from it now.

Nobara let out a stifled breath, shooting you a pointed look as she took her own sip. "Has he ever been okay?"

The question was damning enough to bring your attention to hers, your breath hitching in your throat as you looked back at her.

"Look, I know you love him." Her hand was on your shoulder, her eyes softening a bit. "But you can't save him."

Flashbacks of an 11-year-old, chubby-cheeked version of him smashed through your mind. The way the warmth of his hand contrasted the coldness of your feet as he helped sneak you in through the sliding back door. You apologized to him for having to risk getting him in trouble just to let you in, but you couldn't be at your house for another minute. Even at his young age, he looked so perplexed by your guilt, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrowed. "If you're ever in trouble, I'll always come get you."

There was such an indescribable amount of safety laced into that one sentence alone.

"You promise?"

"Promise."

Nobara's grip tightened on your shoulder, gently trying to pull you back to reality, but his words were suddenly everywhere. His promise echoing on an unwanted loop as you sat your mug down on her coffee table and grabbed your phone.

Even with the falling out you'd had, he never stopped sharing his location with you. It wasn't an invitation back into his life by any means, but it was proof that his sentiment from all those years ago still held merit. That no matter what happened, he'd always know where to find you and you'd always know where to find him too.

Her expression was serious as she watched you, trying to find a tactful way to say what she needed. "I can't stop you." She finally exhaled, "And you know that I'll never tell you what to do, but..." It was that same sense of comfort you'd felt as a child, only this time it came in the form of protective brown eyes. "Remember that you're important too, okay? You matter just as much as he does."

Your body stilled, your stare lingering as you nodded back at her. A wave of the same fear you'd felt that night on his back porch swept over you again. "I know." You said softly. "We both matter. That's why I have to at least try."

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Megumi stood under the warmth of his shower, letting steam fill the room as water beaded off of his pale skin. His eyes were heavy, his stomach struggling to keep up with the deficient mix of painkillers and nothingness he'd been offering it the last few days.

He was tired - physically, mentally, spiritually.

Absolutely drained in every sense of the word.

He let the water pour over him until it began to run cold, his hand finally reaching for the dial when he was certain there wasn't a drop of heat left for him. He reached for a towel, haphazardly running it through his hair before wrapping it around his waist. The bloodshot stare of his reflection was haunting, a painful familiarity laced into the tidal wave irises looking back at him.

"One day you'll understand." It was something that he had heard more times than he could count growing up. "One day you'll fuckin' get it." Megumi had always written it off as a jaded excuse from the man who'd raised him. A despondent explanation for his father's shitty behavior in place of an apology. But as he stood in front of the medicine cabinet in his empty apartment, he realized that for the first time maybe it wasn't an excuse for his father's neglect. Maybe it had been something much worse: a warning.

His fist slammed into the mirror without a second thought, an impulsive blur of blood and shattered glass flying past his face as he watched his hollowed-out reflection fracture and drop to the ground in tiny, severed pieces.

"Megumi...?"

Any fleeting amount of relief that he'd gained from the impact was instantly stolen by the softness of your voice.

His head snapped up, the bathroom door cracked open just enough for your eyes to lock with his.

He'd heard as a kid that the only time angels were visible to human beings is when they were needed the most. He didn't believe it back then, but it was the only explanation he could find to explain seeing you in his hallway.

He blinked back at you slowly, his gaze drifting from his battered knuckles to the blood staining the wall in front of him, to the floor that was covered in glass shards.

You didn't hesitate. Didn't pause to ask for an explanation. Didn't flinch at the scene you'd walked into. You just stood there, observing him in quiet understanding.

Time felt like it had come to a grinding halt as he watched you extend a hand out to him with all of the patience in the world. You were goodness incarnated and he was so undeserving.

"Let me help you."

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His grasp was warm, his cut up fingers tangling cautiously into yours as you helped pull him away from the wreckage.

He followed behind you, letting you guide him back to his room where you promptly began cleaning and bandaging his injuries. It was almost nostalgic to be sitting with him like this again. Memories of middle school and the way he'd plop himself down on the edge of your bed after his most recent fight surfaced through your mind as you tended to his wounds.

You were almost done, lifting his wrist up to double-check your work when his hand broke free from yours. His thumb suddenly finding the underside of your chin to tilt your face up to his. It was the first time all night that you'd been able to look into him rather than just at him.

"You have a pretty big gash on your middle finger, but -" your voice was barely audible, completely overruled by the way he was staring at you. "It should be okay..." you swallowed, struggling to hold onto the calmness that you'd fought so hard to maintain thus far. "Where's your vacuum? I'll grab it real quick and –"

"Why're you here?"

Your mouth opened and then closed again, the wheels in your head viciously turning as your eyes searched his. There was an extensive list of reasons as to why you were here. A never-ending list, really. And he knew that just as well as you did.

You looked over him carefully, drawing in a shallow breath before pulling away from his hand. "A promise is a promise, right?"

His pupils widened, a glint of what almost resembled anger flickering across his face. "You've gotta let that go, you're smarter than that."

It was enough to snap your attention back to him, resentment settling heavily into the pit of your stomach. "Yeah well, unlike you, when I said 'always', I meant always - not 'always' until it got too hard. Or 'always' until I'm done. I meant fucking always, Megumi."

He leaned in closer to you, his tone every bit as sharp as his expression. The heat from his body was suddenly noticeable as it filled the small space between you. "God, you're dense sometimes. You really don't get it, do you? I didn't tell you to leave because things 'got too hard' or because I was 'done'." His stare was piercing, his face only centimeters away from yours. "I told you to leave because no one deserves to treat you like this. No one deserves to hurt you. No one, not even me. I don't get some pass just because of a promise we made as kids."

The scorned rebuttal you had lined up abruptly died on your tongue by his last sentence. The air felt stagnant and far too thick to breathe. Tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill the longer you looked at him, but you fought with everything you had to keep them at bay.

"I guess we're both facing the same problem then." Your tone was light despite the crippling weight your words held. "Because no one deserves to hurt you like this either, not even you."

It felt like every late-night conversation, every right and wrong decision, every major life lesson that had played out between the two of you had only been practice for this one grave moment.

You watched the first small crack form in his concrete demeanor as you rested your hand on the back of his neck. Could almost hear the second one splinter down when his fingers traced along your jawline, catching tears you didn't even realize had fallen. Could practically feel the reverb of how shattering the third fracture was as he leaned in and attentively parted your lips with his tongue.

"I think the only time life makes sense is when we're like this."

You pulled him in closer, letting the past and present blur together through gentle, desperate touches. His grasp tightened around your waist, neither one of you able to stop what you'd started. You'd kissed him so many times before, groveled for him in so many different ways, but you weren't sure that you'd ever known this type of fervency for anyone or anything else in your life.

His hands were calloused, damaged but still tender as they ran through your hair, pulling your head back slightly. His mouth drifted to the side of your neck, the warmth of his breath dancing across your skin. "I love you." It was so faint that you weren't sure if he had actually said it or if it was just another part of your past coming back to haunt the both of you.

He hovered over you, gradually leaning you back into the mattress as the towel wrapped around his waist fell to the floor. You followed his lead, letting him delicately slip your t-shirt up over your head. Your heart stuttered in your chest, watching his eyes roam over you as he unbuttoned your shorts.

There was something so intimidating and overwhelmingly comforting about how well he knew you. Every freckle. Every scar. Every blemish. There wasn't a single part of your body that he hadn't familiarized himself with over the years.

His fingertips traced easily over the inside of your thigh, his eyes locked intently with yours. "You're sure this is what you want?"

His movements were calculated as he drew up towards your center, keeping his touch featherlight and his voice low. "You could have anyone else you wanted, you know that? Probably even have a pretty normal life without me.”

You shook your head at him, trying not to squirm as he slid a slender finger into you. "Just you." you whispered.

His thumb brushed against your clit with just the right amount of pressure while he added another finger. "I'm hard to love." He reminded you, his eyes glazing over as he watched your hips thrust up towards him.

"D - don't care." you moaned, trying to keep your focus despite the way he was picking up the pace, plunging innn and outttt of you, only going deeper with each time you tried to speak. "I... don't - oh, f...fuck."

"You don't what, baby?" Your walls were wrapped around him so tight, swallowing him hopelessly as you writhed beneath him. You opened your mouth again, but your thoughts were all but stolen from you as he slammed into you, rendering you a whimpering mess. "Words." he demanded.

You were trying so hard to keep it together, trying so hard not to soak him, but your release and emotions were all threatening to flood out at once the harder he went. You were grabbing onto him, clenching around his fingers as they continued their relentless assault on you.

"I don't want easy," it was almost one word with how breathlessly it came out. "I don't want easy –" you repeated, your body needily bucking up towards him again. "I want you. I'll always want you." you were finally at your breaking point, drenching him as he looked down at you with feral adoration. "Fuck Megumi, please."

He withdrew from you, his composure a bit more feverish as he leaned in to kiss you. It was hard, urgent.

"Bend over for me." He said against your lips.

He helped you roll over, grabbing your thighs to lift you into position while you arched your back for him and buried your face into the softness of his comforter. The absence of his fingers was short-lived, his tip suddenly prodding at your entrance.

He went in slow, watching you carefully as he held onto your hips for support and pulled you onto him. His pace was determined by your breathing. You were taking him so well, your body practically melting under his touch as he entered you, but he wanted every confirmation he could get that you really were in this as much as he was.

"I love you." you panted, tilting your head to look up at him over your shoulder. "I love you." you said again, feeling the hesitation from him finally start to dissipate.

His grip dug into your sides, each thrust rougher than the last. "Say it again." He nodded.

But you could barely get the first word out before he buried himself into you, taking away every last bit of resolve you had left. He leaned over so that his body was locking yours in place, his breath trailing across your shoulder as you shook underneath him, heady little whines filling the space between you.

His hand wrapped delicately around your throat while his voice picked up where yours had left off. "I love you." he exhaled.

Your eyes widened when they caught his. There was something so irrevocably binding about the way he was looking at you, it almost felt like an agreement. A soul tie. A meeting between angels and mortals. A promise where "always" really meant always.

"I love you." You whispered, not breaking away from his stare as his pace quickened. His thrusts were unyielding, his body becoming just as needy as yours while your nails dug desperately into his sheets. "I love you." you let out again, your walls nearly smothering him. "I love you." you whined, feeling yourself clench and spasm around him. "I love you." He groaned, holding you in place as he filled you - his cum mixing with yours, sealing the unspoken contract you’d both created.

"I love you. I love you. I love you..."

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Megumi was careful not to wake you the next morning. He slipped out from under your grasp with all the caution he possessed as he got to his feet, throwing a pair of boxers on and sliding a black hoodie over his head.

He grabbed the empty bottles that were littering his nightstand before closing the door to his bedroom and heading to the kitchen. It was the first time he'd woken up sober in roughly 3 weeks. The clarity that came along with it was almost too much to handle as he looked over the state of his apartment. The piles of dishes. The destroyed bathroom mirror. The blood stains on the floor of the hallway.

It all told a story, painted an entirely too vivid picture of his own self destruction. He reached into the pocket of his hoodie, finding a cellophane baggy filled with the last 4 Oxys he had.

He took a breath, looking over them. Knowing that they were the one thing that could make everything feel so much more bearable and all it would take was one quick swallow. "God damnit..." He sighed.

Your footsteps were too light for him to hear as you crept around the corner, watching him dump the contents of the baggy into the kitchen sink.

He hastily turned on the water, fighting the urge to fish them out as he let them disappear down the drain. Today might hurt. Tomorrow might hurt. But as he turned around and caught your eye, he quickly realized that they weren't the only thing that could make everything better, they were far from it…

"Need some help?"

No matter how out of control life got, he would always have one advantage: No one else had what he had.

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masn-mount · 18 hours

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I know we're all melting at Jude with the kids but what about him melting about you with the kids!!! being like I want you to have my babies and you're like??? where did that come from

this is just a little blurb, I hope you enjoy xx (this is rushed and not proofread because I need to sleep and if I don't post it right now I'll just delete it soooo also haven't written in months so yeah, bye)

okay yes, like he would be standing around with his mum and teammates trying to focus on the conversation they were having but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you running around after Lucas Vazques' kids, making them laugh uncontrollably when you caught them or the way you'd help Dani Carvajal's son hold up the trophy, making him smile so big for thinking he was lifting it by himself and as if he wasn't feeling overwhelmed already he swore his heart could have burst when you later went over to him to say bye with one of his teammates not even one year old clutching on to you. Small arms around your neck, her little head resting against your shoulder and you just looked so natural with it and it drives him a little mental and after he's kissed you and you leave he can't get that image out of his head even with the amount of drinks in his system by then. When he gets home hours later he's trying to make as little noise as possible, not wanting to wake you or anyone else in the house up and he's not expecting to walk into your shared bedroom and see you sitting up in bed, phone in hand no doubt scrolling on Tiktok. "You're going to feel beyond terrible tomorrow," is what you say when he falls on the bed, he lays still for a second before he starts moving around so he can lay closer to you, head resting on your stomach. Your fingers go to scratch the back of his head and after a few moments of complete silence you almost think he's fallen asleep until he lifts his head so he can look up at you, eyes so pretty and glossy and you smile at him before running your thumb over his pouted lip. "You okay?"

"I want you, want you to," he kept mumbling the words over and over, you found it a little amusing how he had gone from this overly confident man you had seen all over your X and Tiktok feed hours prior to this shy boy laying next to you.

"Want me to what?"

"Have babies with me." You were unsure on how to respond, it was probably the last thing you'd expect him to say so you just sat back, raised your eyebrows at him, a giggle escaping past your lips at how he was nodding his head while repeatedly mumbling "yes, I want that".

"You do, yeah?"

"So bad."

"Okay, how about we go sleep?"

"No, I've jus-, just keep thinking about you with the kids today and I, I want us to have that," he sounded so sure you could have almost forgotten that he was drunk out of his mind.

"I thought you didn't want kids?" You teased, fingers running over his cheeks, still trying to get used to his completely bare face. Your future together was often a topic of discussion but kids had never been apart of the conversation until this moment and you weren't going to pretend like seeing him be so good with all of his teammates kids hadn't sent your mind in a frenzy.

"I never said I didn't want them with you."

"Okay."

"Yeah? we should try...right now."

"Okay, calm down, silly." You tried to keep your voice down but couldn't hold in your laughter over how fast he was trying to get undressed before laying over you, lips moving over your chest and up your neck. "Hey, don't laugh...trying to love on you, baby," but when you didn't stop, instead hiding your face away from him and in your pillow, unable to take him seriously Jude got the hind and laid back down, content for the moment with just holding your hand.. "I love you...mucho."

"I love you mucho too, Jude," you smiled, leaning up and capturing his lips with yours for a moment before pulling back.

"I get to come home to you, so lucky..so lucky you're going to be the mum to my babies."

"Go to sleep, handsome."

"We'll try tomorrow."

#ok I got this request so wrote this in like 20 #hehe #sorry it's so rushed #I got another fic in the work hopefully I won't give up on it #love you #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fanfic #football imagine #football fanfic #my writing

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Treat You Better || LN4 OP81 x Reader

Warnings: Angst (ish), 18+, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, sub!oscar, praise kink,

Wordcount: 1.4k

Part 3 of Nattely and I Don’t Forgive You

He won’t lie to her, he just know he’s not right for her

Oscar could see it on her face when she says he’s the one that she wants

She’s spending all her time in the wrong situation

“I broke up with him” He heard her says from the other end of the call

I know I can treat you better

“I’m sorry” He sighed “I’m in Monaco, want me to come over?”

“If it’s no problem”

He was there in a matter of minutes, speeding over to her, not wanting her to be alone

“I’m an idiot” She cried, spilling her tears out as she was hurtled up into Oscar’s arms

“You’re not an idiot” He said, hand soothing her hair

“Why didn’t I notice earlier?” Her head was starting to hurt from the crying

Her crying had settled for a while, but still in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against his

“Any girl like you deserves a gentleman” He said, feeling her body get heavy against his

Feeling her body heavy against his, and hearing her small snores, she lifted her up and put her gently under the sheets on her bed

“Goodnight” He whispered, softly pulling her hair away from her face

It was a few weeks later when he got a call from her “What’s up?” He picked up the phone almost immediately

“He was here. Said he missed me. Wanted to be friends again. Admitted to not wanting me back”

Just let me treat you better

“Here’s what I’m gonna do. Next time I’m in Monaco, I’m gonna come by with ice cream, okay?” He offered, hearing her light sniffle

“That would be great”

He did just that. He came by her apartment with ice cream. They sat on the couch, stuffing their faces with ice cream, talking about everything and nothing

At some point, the alcohol had joined them. They had scooted closer, knees brushing each other, sending shivers down his spine

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, seeing his zoned out state, but still looking at her

“Nothing” He answered, obviously lying as he looked down into the almost empty ice cream

“Tell me” Her finger hooked under his chin, making him look up at her

He sighed, but spoke up anyways “I’ll stop time for you. The second you say you’d like me too” Her hand dropped from his face

“I just wanna give you the loving that you’re missing. Baby, just to wake up with you would be everything in need, and this could be so different” He looked with fear into her eyes, waiting for a response

“Tell me what you want to do” She said, leaning closer to him

He didn’t answer, to caught up with colour in her eyes, and the feeling of the bubble in his throat

“Oscar… Don’t be shy, tell me what you want” She smiled, getting fully in his lap, legs on either sides of his thighs

Her arms were around his neck, his hands on her waist, eyes so innocent they looked like puppy eyes

“You” She could see the blush starting to creep up on his cheeks and down his neck “I know I can treat you better than he ever did”

“Any man with a good soul can” She leaned in, titling her head slightly to the side, closing her eyes as their lips made contact

“Do I have a good soul?” He asked softly as she pulled back

“Very much so” She nodded, pulling him in for a deeper kiss “The best” She repositioned herself, allowing her to get closer to him

Her tongue glided across his bottom lip, access given immediately, without hesitation

Her tongue felt spongy against his. The kiss had gotten more sloppy and wet like this, saliva pooling in the corners of their mouths

Her lips moved over his jaw and down to his neck. The way her lips moved on his skin drew out light moans from him

“We should move to the bedroom” She said between kisses, starting to stand up “Come on” She took his hands pulling him up

Their lips attached again as she guided them into the bedroom. She closed the door with her foot before pushing him down softly, making him sit on the foot of the bed

“You’re so beautiful” She whispered as she got in his lap again, hands under his shirt, pulling it over his head

She noticed the blush that deepened at her words “So fucking beautiful” She chuckled slightly at the whimper he let out

She pushed him softly down so he was laying on his back, her lips attaching to his neck, slowly moving over his throat and down his chest

She had gotten off the bed, styled between his legs on her knees, lips trailing down just above the waistband of his jeans

She disconnected her lips from his skin, looking up at him as her hands fiddled with his belt

She unbuckled it, moving to his button and zipper. He bucked his hips, giving her access to pull down both his pants and boxers at the same time

Beautiful brown doe eyes were looking down at her as she spit in her palm, attaching her hand around his hard cock, drawing out a whimper from him

Her other hand held his hip as she kissed the insides of his thighs, hand on his cock starting to move, throwing his head back, closing his eyes

The soft moans and whimpers he let out were like music to her ears

She slid her thumb over his slit, a loud moan leaving his lips, her name rolling off his tongue, in a breathless whimper

“Please, I need your mouth, please” He looked down at her, lost in her eyes

She granted him his wish, her mouth attaching around him, starting to slowly move, louder moans starting to fill the apartment

“Please- fuck… Just like that- Ah” His hips were starting to shutter as his thighs shook and he started twitching inside her mouth

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Please, I’m so close” He had a hard time keeping still as she moved

Her tongue traced the vein up his cock, sending him over the edge with her name rolling off on his tongue with a loud moan, shooting his cum down her throat

She swallowed and stood up before quickly removing all of her clothes, Oscar laying tiredly on the bed, chest still heaving from his quick breathing

She got in his lap, hovering of his body, making him open his eyes and look up at her

“You okay, Osc?” She asked, kissing his lips softly

“Mhm… I can give you one more” He said, hands softly tracing her sides, landing on her hips

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to” She said, caressing his cheek with her thumb

“N-no, I want to, want to make you feel way better than he ever did” He said, encouraging her to take him back into her hand

She drew the tip of his cock through her folds, making him moan as he was still sensitive from his orgasm

She slowly slid down on him, both moaning at the sensation of him inside her

She started moving, nails digging into his chest as Oscar’s nails dug into her hips, not able to keep their moans down

“Fuck- Never imagined you to sound so good” She praised, making him whimper, bucking his hips up into her

She leaned down, putting her arms in wait her side of his head, lips attaching to his neck

This new position made her clit rub against his pelvic bone, giving her more pleasure, moaning loudly beside his ear

“Please- fuck- ‘m so close” He said, starting to twitch inside her as his hands went to rest at her ass, squeezing her slightly

He let out a high-pitched moan when she clenched around him “Please- I need- I need to come, please”

“Come for me” She placed open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin on his neck, giving him a few more rolls of her hips as he came deep inside her

The feeling of his cum filling her up sent her over the edge, rapidly clenching around him as she came

She laid down beside him on her side, propping her head up on her hand, the other softly pulling the hair out of his face

His brown eyes looked at her with such adoration she never got from Lando, or anybody for that matter

#smut #formula one #dom!reader #oscar piastri #Oscar piastri smut #Oscar piastri x reader #Oscar piastri x reader smut #sub!oscar piastri #Spotify

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iliketangerines · 2 days

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Hello <3!

I was wondering, if you’re comfortable writing about pregnancy , if you could maybe write soft pregnancy sex with Johnny ?? Only when reader is on like month three of her pregnancy?

It’s okay if not though! If you’re not comfortable writing that could I just request sleepy morning sex with Johnny instead?

Thank you!! 💖💖💖

those soft mornings

a/n: i was gonna do both and then couldn't figure out how to fit in the pregnancy

pairing: johnny cage x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), morning breath

Johnny wakes up in his bed, arm wrapped protectively around your middle and your head on his arm, and he sighs, burying his face into your locks

no meetings, no film shoots, no nothing today, just you and him and soft sunrise he can see peeking through the blinds

he takes a second to just lay in the warmth of you, how soft you are against him, and the your soft breaths as you lay asleep still

how long had it been since he’d been able to wake up and just lay like this, just lay next to you and not have to get up

well, it felt nice, just being here, next to you, and Johnny slightly lifts his head up to stare at your sleeping features

his eyes trace over your face and at how relaxed you seem, your long eyelashes catching the rays on sunlight, and your slightly parted lips exhaling deep breaths

you look beautiful, and he can’t help himself as he places a kiss next to your ear

it seems though that the action woke you up, and you mumble out his name and turn your head around to stare at him with sleepy eyes

crust forms around your eyes, and there’s a slight trail of drool from your mouth

but still, you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen, and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips despite the morning breath

you don’t seem to mind it either and hum into his mouth, smiling a little as you pull away and ask what’s got him so needy in the morning

he doesn’t answer, just humming and tucking his arm further into your body and saying nothing, just thinking about you and how much he had missed you

you smile up at him again, shifting your hips to press further into him, and Johnny sucks in a breath as your ass grinds directly against his dick

suddenly, Johnny remembers all the nights he couldn’t spend with you because he was stuck in the office dealing with paperwork

something flickers low in his belly, and he grinds his hips up into you, groaning quietly at the feeling

you raise an eyebrow up at him, a small smirk on your face, and ask if this is what he woke you up for

he groans out a no, just had woken up early and suddenly remembered how much he had missed feeling you against him, but he says he wouldn’t be opposed to a little morning sex

chuckling a bit, you say that he can take what he needs, but he’s doing all the work, you’re too tired to lift a finger right now

Johnny says that it’s no problem, licking his lips as he moves his arm from your stomach to trail down and rub you through your panties

you let out a sigh, hips moving with his fingers as he rubs your clit, and you slightly move your top leg back to give him better access

Johnny just hums at the feeling of your warmth against his fingers, moving his fingers in lazy circles as he feels the dredges of sleep still cling to his brain

it’s slow and sweet, nothing too rushed or too intense, just the two of you and quiet moans filling the air

his fingers finally move to dip underneath your panties, and despite your earlier teasing, you were soaked, staining your panties with your want

he doesn’t comment on it, just sliding his fingers into your warm cunt and listening to your small groans of pleasure as you rock back on his fingers

Johnny slowly pumps them in and out of you, palm grinding into your clit every time, and he finally pulls them out, placing his fingers in his mouth to taste you

you still tasted as good as ever

he pulls his pants just below his ass, letting his cock spring out, and he hooks your top leg underneath his arm, pulling it up to spread you

you keep your leg there despite your earlier declaration of not wanting to expend energy, and Johnny slides your panties to the side before supporting the weight of your leg with his arm again

he slides his cock between your folds, the head catching on your clit every time he rocks his hips forward, and he listens to your quiet whimpers

he makes sure that his dick is fully covered in your slick before adjusting himself to slowly slide inside

the both of you let out a punched-out groan at the feeling, and you’re so much tighter than he remembers

his hips are still as he bottoms out inside of you, and Johnny has to dig his fingers into your thigh to try and control him and not cum inside of you like a teenage boy

you’re clenching around him, and you’re whining into the pillow, your hands clutching onto the sheets as you gasp for air

you grumble about how big he is, and Johnny wants to shoot back an egotistical comment

but he’s too focused on trying not to be a one-pump-chump as he breathes in deep and heavy breaths

finally, finally, the pleasure dies down, and he rocks his hips back and forth slowly, moaning as he starts a slow pace of him fucking into you

one of your hands come down to rub your clit slowly, and you turn your head to kiss him

Johnny obliges, kissing you deeply and listening to your muffled whined and whimpers, only pulling back to tell you how beautiful you are, how much he missed you

he missed cuddling with you, talking with you, being with you, and you listen with half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks

it’s slow, loving, warm, and the both of you kiss again as he comes inside of you, groaning deeply at the feeling of you clenching down on him

he stays inside of you, just kissing you and admiring how you look in the soft morning light peaking through the blinds

finally, you sigh into his mouth before pulling away with a soft teasing smile and says that he needs to brush his teeth, his morning breath is terrible

Johnny lets out a faux gasp of shock, turning his head away from you as if insulted, and says that if you didn’t love him, you should’ve just said it

you laugh at him, pushing at his face with your hand, and Johnny licks at your palm, making you shriek

in the jostle, he finally slides out of you, and he hurriedly pulls up his pants to get back at you when you throw your pillow at him

the rest of the morning is spent with a playful chase around the house, ending with a tackle onto the couch and plenty of kisses to the face

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shiqmns · 2 days

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Insult to Injury

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no pregnancy au!

angst

title from salt in the wound by boygenius

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what the actual fuck just happened, you think to yourself, shauna—you’re girlfriend, sweet, perfect, sane—shipman just went apeshit on lottie fucking matthew’s, in front of everyone. she’s spitting blood what the fuck.

you knew something like this was going to happen, you knew something was off with shauna—you knew because she’s your girlfriend—you knew because jackie fucking taylor, her other half, her #9, had died from some fucked argument they had—you knew because you loved shauna shipman with you’re entire being—you knew this was going to happen, the way her moods had been shifting, the way she’d been writing in her journal (that she would kill you if she found out you’ve been reading every letter of her messy, scrambled, panicked, handwriting), the way she’d wake up in the middle of the night and just stare—stare out that window where she had seen jackie’s cold, lifeless, frozen over body, stare out there wondering what it felt like—how jackie felt—what if she just went out there that night and stopped being an ass?—endless thoughts endless ‘what ifs’ running through her mind that you knew, because you know shauna more than she knows herself.

no one knows what to do—you don’t know what to do, do you help lottie or do you calm your scared out of her mind girlfriend down?—just as you think that shauna all but runs outside but not before making sure #5 was alive (barely), anyways you choose the latter looking around the room at the panicked faces that were staring at lottie, but you ignore it you bolt out the same door shauna left just seconds before (not forgetting your coat and hat as you do so.)

you find her in the meat shed, as is the norm as of now, she’s packed away into the corner making herself oh so small when you know she’s so much bigger than that, bright, beautiful, loving—you know she’s not whatever this is—this sad, angry girl who doesn’t know how to show her emotions—you know this isn’t the same shauna who had written you letters, love letters, back home—sliding them into your locker during those passing periods that you took for granted, that you’d do anything to get back to—

no words are spoken as you place yourself next to her plopping down on the freezing, rotting, semi-damp flooring, no words are spoken as you take her hands into yours and wipe away the blood from the bruises you absolutely know she’s going to have in the morning on your coat, not even caring about the stains or the smell—, no words are spoken when you kiss her knuckles, lightly she doesn’t even know if it’s real or if she’s imagining it just like she’s imagined her #9, no words are spoken as you look up at her, studying her face trying to see what she’s feeling wanting to know what she’s feeling—but then finally—she speaks, a quiet but trembling “i’m so sorry” you can tell she’s on the verge of tears and all you know how to do is bring your right hand up to her so so cold yet soft cheek and hold it, not wanting to scare her away in her fragile state but wanting to let her know that you are there. yet again, nothing is spoken but she knows in her heart that she will be okay—that you and her are okay.

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Stonecatcher - Chapter Five: Washing Machine Heart

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Series Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist | Series Playlist Artwork: The Lovers by René Magritte Gif: @cherubispunk

Series summary: You’re an arms dealer living on Dantooine when you cross paths with an up-and-coming bounty hunter. What starts as a business relationship quickly becomes more. How long can you bury your emotions and be a stonecatcher for someone else before you finally snap?

Series warnings: instant smut but slow burn romantically, angst, use of Mando’a words/phrases, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: You have a dream that inspires you to question the nature of your relationship with Mando. It blows up in your face. Word count: 2.2k

Chapter warnings: fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, desperation, arguing

This is getting out of hand. Mando comes to purchase things and pound the living daylights out of you every single week now. It’s been four weeks of this.

It may be out of hand but that doesn’t mean you’re secretly not enjoying it. He’s cleaning you out of so much of your stock that Kham is going to Coruscant for supply runs twice a week if he can manage; one for Mando, the other for your general customers.

And speaking of Kham, he’s a little suspicious of Mando.

“What’s this guy’s deal anyway?” he asked one time.

“He’s a bounty hunter,” you shrugged.

He fell silent for a moment.

“What?” you teased, “You got a bounty on your head?”

“No! That’s not it.”

“Well, then what is it?”

“Where did you say he was from again?”

“I think he said Nevarro.”

“And he comes all the way here? Why couldn’t he go to Coruscant himself?”

“He said my prices were fair when I asked,” you shrugged again.

“Hm.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Just… be careful with him.”

You haven’t stopped thinking about that interaction. But in the same breath, you try to ignore what it could mean. Sheva’s a lot more direct than Kham is. Every time you see her (which isn’t that often lately) she brings it up. You sound like an addict when you answer her; “I can stop seeing him whenever I want.”

Yet you never have the strength to put your foot down.

You’re checking your inventory, looking at how much of it has depleted last week; and then a sudden thought crosses your mind.

Does he need all this stuff? Or is he buying off this stuff as a cover? As a way to mask his true feelings?

The thought makes you giddy. The fact that he’s too much of a typical man to tell you his feelings. But then it also makes you angry that he’s such a typical man.

Maybe he does have feelings for you. Maybe this isn’t as one-sided as you thought.

Tonight your dream is so vivid. It’s almost too real. And it will certainly hurt when you wake up and realize this isn’t the way things are.

In your dream, you’re doing something that makes you feel like a real couple. No, it’s not kissing. Or even having sex.

It’s holding one another in bed.

You’re lying on his chest, check pressed against the cool metal breastplate. His gloved hand is rubbing your back. He’s whispering something, though you can’t understand what. You can only assume it’s in Mando’a. You close your eyes and feel at peace for once.

You drift off to sleep in the dream, waking up with him still there.

Now you’re in a field. It’s the end of the rainy season and the grass is tinged lavender. He takes off his helmet and for some reason, your brain can’t register what his face looks like, maybe because you’ve never seen it before. Maybe out of respect for his creed.

Either way, your heart is soaring.

But it hurts when you wake up. He felt so real rubbing your back. He felt so real sleeping in bed next to you. He felt so real whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He felt so real telling you that he loves you, all in his native tongue. It makes you ache for a life that isn’t yours… yet.

But maybe you have the power to make it yours.

Regardless, you pull yourself out of bed and get started with your day.

Sometime in the early evening, Mando shows up. It’s like clockwork. Kham knows to go home when Mando arrives. While you’ve fallen into the routine of waiting for him in your bedroom while he combs through your stock.

But this time you hang back in the kitchen. You hear him below you in the basement, metal clanking loudly as he rifles through all of your various blasters.

You make yourself a mug of hot tea, leaning over your kitchen sink, and staring out the window into the backyard. The rolling hills and blades of grass swaying in the wind calm you down, easing you into the mindset that you’re going to do the unthinkable today.

A few weeks ago you asked what ruusaan meant. He never told you. And since then you haven’t been able to work up the courage to ask again. But today is different. You’re going to ask him what that word means and you’re going to ask him about the nature of your relationship.

His footsteps enter the kitchen. He’s done with his shopping. You hear him take a few steps closer to you and ask, “No bedroom today?”

“Not today,” you sigh.

He grabs your waist, rutting his hips into your ass. You feel the growing bulge in his flight suit, cock straining against the fabric. Your core gets wet with excitement. He tosses his glove on the counter and pulls your panties to the side. You catch a glimpse of him in the dim reflection in the window, him towering over you, stoic visor looking directly at you.

He plays with your wetness, spreading it around before plunging a finger inside you. Your breath hitches in your throat, standing on your tiptoes and keeping yourself upright. Your elbows rest by either corner of the sink. Your whole body shudders, all from his singular finger. Maker, it’s like magic how fast he can reduce you to a shivering mess, at the mercy of his touch, hanging on every rare word he says.

He adds a second finger, curling both of them against your g-spot. As he builds up your pleasure your orgasm becomes imminent. But so is the voice in your head screaming incessantly.

Love me.

Love me!!!

Maker, you feel so helpless and desperate, all while he’s playing with your body and making you squirm. White noise erupts in your ears and stars swirl around in your vision. Your orgasm washes over you, knees buckling underneath you, thankful for the counter holding you up.

He pulls his fingers from you and the next part happens so fast. His hands grip your waist and his cock splits you open. He ruts his hips into you, so hard and rough that you fear your knees would give out if it wasn’t for the sink and his strength holding you up.

You close your eyes, picturing the dream you had last night, just how loving he was. You imagine him doing something not too far off from what he’s doing now– making love to you, touching you tenderly, holding you as if you’re the most precious thing in the galaxy to him.

Without realizing it your second orgasm rips through you, the head of his cock buried deep inside you. You had no idea your orgasm was approaching, too busy in la la land. He cums inside you, painting your insides with his release. He holds you still against him, a guttural moan slipping out from under the helmet.

But when he finally finishes spilling his load inside you, he pulls out. You turn and slump into a kitchen chair, staring up at the ceiling and catching your breath. Wetness leaks out of you and runs down your leg; a mixture of your combined orgasms, a product of the act you just shared.

A thought crosses your mind… ask him before he leaves.

“Mando?”

“What?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“What did that word mean? You never told me.”

He sighs like he knows you’re not going to let this go, like he knows can’t keep pushing this off.

“It’s Mando’a for reliable one,” he says, putting his cock away.

Oh.

“Reliable one?”

“Mhm.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“You’re there when I need you,” he says, standing with his hands on his hips.

A warm feeling swells inside you. He just said he needs you. Your relationship has to transcend a business partnership at this point.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Okay.”

“What… are we?”

“You’re my supplier,” he says quickly.

“That’s it? You don’t see us as anything more?”

“You do?” he says, helmet turning towards you.

You look away, unable to face him head-on as you question what your relationship is.

“You have been stopping by more frequently.”

“To buy things. What do you think I’m coming to you for?”

“There’s no other reason for it?”

“Don’t tell me you think this is something more than it is,” he says coldly.

The audacity of him. The irony of it all. Putting his cock away after sharing an intimate moment and sharing what your nickname means only for him to tell you there’s nothing there. That there’s nothing between you two. That you’re nothing more than a business partnership.

Except you know that’s not true.

“You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me,” he says coldly.

“I-”

“You don’t even know my name.” That time he sounds borderline angry.

He turns on his heel and leaves, cape flickering with a swish. You hear him grab his purchases, throwing credits down on the table in the front room, and then he’s gone. It isn’t until you’re alone that you break down. Tears roll down your cheeks and fall onto your lap.

That just… can’t be true. His words don’t match his actions. You’re starting to feel crazy like you’re grasping at straws and seeing something that isn’t there.

You need advice and you know exactly who to go to. Sulee’s still up at this hour. And Sheva will just scold you for not following her advice.

Even though it’s looking like she might’ve been right this whole time…

Whatever, you’re not going to her, you’re going to Sulee.

You pull yourself together, drying your tears and smoothing down your skirt. You use the refresher before you go, stepping out onto the street at sunset.

Sulee’s light is still on so you let yourself inside. She’s sitting by her faithful wood stove, stirring a pot like she always is. You tried to make it look like you weren’t crying but one look at you tells her otherwise.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, concern laced in her voice.

“I… need advice.”

“Of course,” she says, gesturing to a stool beside her. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You sit beside her and sigh, your shoulders slumping as your skin burns up in front of the stove. For once, you’re grateful for the heat as it dries your tears before they spill over onto your cheeks.

“I’ve been seeing someone…”

“I know,” she says simply.

“You know?”

“Word travels fast around here,” she shrugs.

“Then why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”

She’s always understanding, always patient with you.

“He’s a customer… But he’s always been more than just a customer.”

“I see.”

“I’ve seen him on a supply run to Coruscant. We spent the night together but he left early in the morning, only leaving a note… He always does that when I fall asleep.”

She says nothing, letting you continue.

“And he’s so… reluctant to any form of affection. Yet he has a nickname for me… But when I ask what we are he tells me we’re nothing, that I don’t know who he is, that I’m… nothing more than his supplier.”

She stays silent again for a moment, thinking about everything you’ve said until he comes back with, “I’m going to say something and you probably aren’t going to like it.”

“Okay.”

“I think you should cut him loose.”

“Oh…”

“As a customer, too.”

“I can’t do that… He’s more than half of my sales.”

“I get it… But think about it. Please. I hate seeing you like this.”

It’s hard for you to accept that she might be right. Even if you keep him as just a customer, it’ll be hard seeing him and not letting him inside you. But now that you’ve had your advice, you need to mull it over. You need to be alone.

“I’ll think about it,” you fake smile, rising from your seat.

“I’m always here if you need me,” she reminds you as you walk to the door.

“I know,” you smile again, stepping out into the nighttime air. Tears roll down your cheeks again. You wipe your face with the back of your hand, getting ready to walk home.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot someone coming towards you. Maybe it’s Mando, coming to apologize for hurting your feelings. But once you turn and face the person you realize it’s not him. It’s a local, but a rather new one. Someone who moved here during the influx of tourists this season.

“Hey,” he slurs. He sounds drunk.

“Hi,” you say awkwardly, taking a step back.

“Do you do that with all your customers?”

“Pardon?”

“You know…” he says, thrusting his hips. “With the Mandalorian.”

You scoff and turn on your heel, power-walking home.

“Maybe I’ll stop by and buy something one of these days,” he laughs. “Do you take payments in the form of pipe?”

You look over your shoulder and snap, “Don't let me ever catch you in my store.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m just joking, lady.”

You roll your eyes and hurry home. The tears aren’t stopping anytime soon.

The only thing that weighs heavy on your mind is… What is Mando doing to you?

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the-fiction-witch · 17 hours

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A Star P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet Word Count - 748

As the night deepened, Aegon kept a watchful eye over Orion any time he so much as wiggled Aegon was there looming over the crib. Although his own eyes were tired and heavy, he diligently remained by the baby's side. When it reached the hour of the wolf, Aegon gently picked up Orion and carried him into the bedroom and gently began to awake Y/n, just as promised. He knew she must be feeling exhausted and did feel bad for waking her but he didn’t want to call the milk maid in to feed baby Orion without at least asking Y/n how she felt about it given Orion had only been at Y/n’s breast since birth. "Y/n, it's time... Orion is hungry," he said gently, his voice soft but determined.

She yawned and sat up in bed a little she rubbed her eyes and opened her arms for the baby almost as instinct,

Aegon nodded and carefully placed Orion in her arms. The baby let out soft mewling noises, clearly hungry. As she took Orion into her embrace, Aegon positioned a pillow behind her back to provide some additional support. He knew that feeding time could be physically demanding, especially after giving birth and he sat himself down on the bed ready to help out any more if needed,

she sighed and pulled down her dress, it took a good few attempts to get Orion to latch to her breast but finally the baby began to drink and she sat trying to relax but her eyes squeezed tight from the pain

Aegon watched as she struggled to nurse Orion. He could see the pain etched on her face as the baby latched on. It was evident that the process was not easy, and he felt a pang of guilt for not being able to fully understand the pain she was going through. He gently rubs her back and trying to provide some comfort. "Is there anything I can do to help, or anything you need?" He asked softly, genuinely,

"you could grow breasts that would help," she joked in her tried state,

Aegon chuckled softly, "Ah, I'm afraid that's not in my power. If I could grow breasts and feed our son, I would do so in a heartbeat." He continued to gently rub her back, offering what little solace he could provide during this moment. "I wish I could take some of this pain away from you."

"It's alright it shall only get easier," she said, "Could you fetch me a drink I should really drink when he feeds so it has time before the next feeding I don't want little boy to find the teats are tapped out,"

Aegon chuckled lightly at the request, nodding in agreement. "Of course, I'll fetch you a drink. Do you have any preferences or should I just bring you something sweet and warm?" He carefully rose from his seat, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder before making his way out of the room to fetch you the desired beverage.

"Whatever you have… but wine would be nice. Strong wine"

Aegon smiled at her request for strong wine, appreciating the straightforwardness. He quickly made his way to the nearby table and made a goblet up of strong wine. As he walked back to the room, he couldn't help but chuckle a little at the sight. His wife sitting there nursing a small infant, so he hands the goblet over, "There you go... strong and intoxicating just as you wanted."

“Thank you, Your Grace,” She nodded immediately drinking about half of the goblet,

“You don’t have to call me that, you’re my wife, mother of our child,” He told her,

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, just Aegon,”

“Yes, you- Aegon.” She nodded, “Ohh all done, he wasn’t as hungry as he thought he was,” she said taking Orion away,

“I’ll take him,” he smiled happily taking little Orion again and wiping the milk from his mouth, “oh look at you, milk all down yourself,” He chuckled, “he really is like a little drunk,”

“Umm he’ll be milk drunk now, needs burping and a nap,”

“Alright, I’ll burp him and put him down. You get some more rest,”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure, you rest I’ll handle him.” he smiled kissing her cheek before he puts Orion on his shoulder and behind to burp the baby on his way back to the main part of their chamber,

“Aegon?”

“Yeah?” He turned,

“Be gentle,”

“I will I promise,”

“And… thank you,”

“You’re very welcome Y/n,” He blew her a kiss before closing the bedroom door,

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nkogneatho · 35 minutes

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𝐻𝐴𝑈𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸

—a/n: hii i am pasi and i like to make people cry and suffer.

He didn't mean it. right?

"You are so fucking insufferable. My wife was so much better than you. You can never be like her."

It stung you. your heart raced faster as fear, panic and pain seeped in your blood. You and toji had gotten into a petty arguement earlier. It was only a matter of time before it turned into a full fledged fight the way none of you were backing down. usually, you both would've just been mad for a few hours before apologizing to each other—although your apologies were in the form of long hugs and favorite food—but this one took the worst turn.

The room was silent for thirty seconds after the words left his mouth. Tears threatened your eyes. To be honest, you did not even have the energy to put a fight with them. So you just let them fall.

"I know." You finally spoke but it was a broken whimper. "I know, dammit." You bit your lips, holding in your loud cries. You wanted to sob till the neighbors knew something was wrong, but you suppressed them. "I can never be like her. She was perfect. She was beautiful. She—she would never get on your nerves like me." You stammered between sentences. "I get it. I respect her." Toji looked at you with raging eyes, his adrenaline still hadn't calmed down but you could spot regret when his brow softened a little.

"But, honestly toji...I don't give a fuck about being like her. I never tried to be. All I tried was to— to love you more that her so you could know your worth after you lost her." Every cell in your body tried to gather as much courage as it could to just stand there and being able to say this.

All the anger in his suddenly had vanished, replaced with regret and hatred for himself. He never wanted to make you feel like this. He never wnated to fuck this up, and make you cry. But now he had. He let his hand reached you, only to notice your leg stepping backward.

"I am never going to be enough, right? Fuck. I can't do this."

"No. Don't say it—"

"I think it's time I leave." Feet rushing towards you, his steps heavier.

"Don't say that. Fuck I am so sorry. I didn't mean it, baby. I..." Broken sobs left your lips. He wanted to kiss them away, but he didn't know if he could right now. Big thumb brushed away your thick tears, palm resting against your cheek. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. Placing your body on the grey mattress, he climbed on the bed, laying next to you with your head on his arms. There were no words exchanged for the rest of the night. When your sobs stopped, he kissed your forehead as you passed out from exhaustion. The sight bought him both peace and pain. He promised himself that he will make it up to you tomorrow.

The sun was brighter the next morning, or at least that is what Toji felt when the sun rays coming from the window fell directly on his body. Usually, he'd wake up to the shade of your body. His eyes widened as he hastily sat up, finding you nowhere on the bed.

"No. No. No. Please."

He rushed to the bathroom, but it was empty. Kitchen? Empty. Hall? Empty. Wait. He moved closer to the coffee table when he caught a glimpse of what seemed like a note.

"Thank you for everything and I am sorry I wasn't enough. Goodbye Toji."

A loud thud emerged as Toji's kness met the floor, clueless eyes scanning the room. It qas more silent than usual. The kind of silence that was killing him. Has it always been this quiet?

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jjk x reader #jjk angst #fushiguro toji x reader #toji angst

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libby-for-life · 2 days

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What if adam got a angel like how lilith got lucifer?

How would a yandere lucifer and lilith react to finding adam talking to a angel.

Ooohhhh, a short one-shot.

Part 5 of Theirs.

TW! Mutilation

Lilith watched with a glare as she saw Adam talking to what looked like a very small angel. It almost looked like a bee. A bee that wouldn't buzz off.

Adam talked to them with a small smile on his face while Lilith just stood behind him. The bee angel called themselves Beatrice. She seemed happy to talk with the First Man.

And Lilith couldn't stand it. How dare Adam talk to anyone that wasn't her or Lucifer? Beatrice was just an insignificant bug. She wanted it gone. What really made Lilith's blood boil was how casually Beatrice touched Adam.

Oh, this bitch wanted to play? Thought she was innocent and that she could manipulate Adam? Her poor baby. He couldn't tell when someone was bad news. Well, it didn't matter. She would take care of it. For Adam.

Lilith waited under the forbidden tree impatiently. She was told by Lucifer that she should wait here and yet she had been waiting for what felt like hours. Growling to herself, She sat down in a huff. It was a good thing Adam was already asleep. Their poor baby was just so tired. Being pregnant can do that to a person.

She glanced to the right when she heard the distinct sound of wings. Lucifer was here. She grinned when she saw her lover. "Do you have her?" Lilith questioned.

Lucifer nodded. "Of course. It put up a struggle but did you ever really doubt me?" Lilith just smiled. She laughed softly and looked down at his hands.

The bee angel, or cherub as Lucifer called it, was struggling, clearly terrified.

Good. It should be. What did that thing expect to happen by touching what was theirs? Did this silly little bug think it would actually get away with it?

Lucifer was smirking as well, squeezing the thing as it cried.

"We want you to know why we're doing this." Lucifer began. "You put your hands on something you had no business touching. As an Archangel, I deem you unworthy of even stepping on Eden’s soil, much less touching the First Man."

" I don't understand!" Beatrice cried. " I just wanted to see what our Lord created!"

" Oh, you did much more than just look," Lilith said with a growl. "You dare stand before us and act like you didn't touch what was ours?"

"You're insane!" The bee yelled. "Just wait until Michael hears about this!" Poor choice of words. Lucifer hated his brother. Beatrice's stinger was pulled out from the root. She cried in pain and anguish as it left her body.

"Perhaps don't mention the archangel's brother?" Lilith suggested with a laugh. She turned to a still-seething Lucifer and said, "I say we go for the wings next."

" No, please!" The cherub begged, but it was no use. Lilith pulled the wings at an excruciating pace, biting her lip as it tore easily. They took turns pulling different body parts off, kissing each other every once in a while.

The legs were next, their ugly body parts being thrown next to them. Lucifer particularly enjoyed scooping at the eyes. Soon, the dirt was mixing with the gold blood that dripped off of them. The body was unrecognizable. Lucifer finished the cherub off by aiming his holy light at the head. The bug convulsed for a while before going limp, blood and drool leaking from its mouth.

" What do we do with the body?" Lilith asked, looking at the mutilated angel. Lucifer simply shrugged before bringing forth more holy light. He destroyed the angel's body until there was nothing left by ash. They spread the ash onto the ground, completely covering the evidence.

They wash themselves in a nearby creek before joining Adam underneath a nearby tree. Their baby was sleeping so soundly, oblivious to the carnage that just happened.

" He's so cute," Lilith said, kissing his lips softly. Adam let out a little groan but didn't wake up. "I know! Look how fat his chest has gotten. So adorable." Lucifer cooed and kissed him as well. They both snuggled up to him, satisfied that the problem was over.

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #send asks #yandere lucifer #yandere lilith #Lucifer/Adam/Lilith #Yandere Eden au

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Coincidences

The next time he comes back from a mission and wakes up in the butterfly estate, Tanjirou notices that there's someone sitting at one side of his bed.

"Tokito-san!" He beams, missing entirely the way Aoi is shaking her head behind the mist hashira.

"Please call me Muichiro," the Pillar says, smiling so gently at Tanjirou that the redhead can't quite believe he's the same person he encountered in the swordsmith village.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, glad to see the mist hashira is completely fine.

"I was just passing by, Tanjirou," Muichiro assures him, leaning to stroke the other boy's cheek, that's exactly when Aoi rolls her eyes and sighs loudly before leaving the room. "And I brought you tea!"

"Thank you, you're very kind," the redhead smiles, moving to a sitting position so he can grab the tray Muichiro is handing to him. "There's food too!"

The next time Tanjirou looks up, he notices that the Pillar has gotten a lot closer; his smile is impossible wide and his eyes are almost glimmering with joy. Tanjirou is glad to see that Muichiro is very happy now, he must have a lot of friends.

"Do you want me to feed you?"

"There's no need!" Tanjirou chuckles. "These are just minor injuries and my hands are completely fine."

The boy with long hair looks slightly disappointed at that, but Tanjirou doesn't think too much of it.

Muichiro starts humming happily while Tanjirou eats and the redhead realizes that he enjoys his presence quite a lot. Once he's done, the mist hashira moves the tray back on the bedside table and leans closer to Tanjirou.

"Can I lay next to you for a while?"

"Sure!"

And that's how Tanjirou ends up cuddling with the mist hashira, who's constantly nuzzling against his cheek until they both fall asleep.

***

Turns out Muichiro is always in the butterfly estate at the same time Tanjirou is, which is great because that way they can hang out together.

Sometimes Muichiro helps him train, others he just brings Tanjirou food and treats and sometimes he joins the redhead in the backyard, puts his head on Tanjirou's lap and asks the boy to run his fingers through his hair.

He usually finds the Pillar staring at him with so much happiness in his eyes and a fond smile on his face that it takes Tanjirou by surprise sometimes.

Although, given his personality, maybe Muichiro is not even actually looking at Tanjirou when he does that, perhaps he's just thinking about something else.

"You're very beautiful, Tanjirou."

The redhead chokes on his tea and feels his cheeks turn slightly pink at the compliment. Muichiro chuckles, does a thing with his eyes that Tanjirou used to see his mother do around his father sometimes, it's like he's blinking rapidly at him.

Tanjirou doesn't quite get it.

"Thank you, Muichiro-san! I think you're pretty too!"

"Really?" The mist hashira sighs dreamily, before pulling him into his arms and nuzzling against his cheek. "Tell me about how pretty I am again! What do you like about me?"

Tanjirou's face feels like it's burning now, but he believes that everyone deserves to hear those kind of things every now and then so he starts telling Muichiro about how beautiful his eyes and his hair are.

"I love your eyes too, Tanjirou!" Muichiro giggles, pressing a couple of kisses against the other boy's cheeks. "But I also find your body quite appealing..."

Tanjirou chokes on air, before covering his face with both hands.

"Tanjirou! I can't find Nezuko anywhere!"

Feeling a little bit relieved at Zenitsu's arrival, he moves his hands away only to find Muichiro glaring at the blond boy.

"I'll see you later, Tanjirou," Muichiro smiles sweetly at him and presses another kiss against his cheek before leaving.

"She's inside, but I'll go with you since I have to–"

"You know that Pillar is in love with you, right?"

"What? No, of course not!"

"Tanjirou, he's been stalking you!"

"What do you mean stalking?" The redhead asks, completely confused by Zenitsu's words. "It's true that we hang out a lot, but that's because we both happen to be here at the same time! It's just a happy coincidence..."

"There are no coincidences!" Zenitsu rolls his eyes, like he can't believe what Tanjirou is saying. "He makes sure to always be here whenever you come back from a mission. Listen, the girls told me your crow and his are courting so that's where he gets his information from!"

"They are courting?" Tanjirou blinks a couple of times. "Oh, I need to congratulate him as soon as–"

"Focus, please!" The blond cuts him off, getting irritated. "You need to do something about this."

"I'll talk to him," Tanjirou promises. "But I think you're mistaken..."

"We'll see..."

***

"Muichiro-san..." Tanjirou is nervous, he doesn't want to ruin the friendship they have by bringing something Zenitsu said up, but at the same time he needs to know. "Do you have a c-crush on me? Because one of my friends seems to think so... And it's okay if you don't–"

"No, I don't," Muichiro says, rising from Tanjirou's lap to look at him directly.

"That's fine, I'm sorry I asked, it's just–"

"It's not a crush, I'm in love with you!" The Pillar beams right before giving Tanjirou a quick kiss on the lips. "Let's get married!"

"I think we should court each other first," Tanjirou stammers, blushing to the tip of his ears, part of him can't believe this is happening.

"Alright, we'll start a courtship first," Muichiro agrees before giving Tanjirou another kiss on the lips. "We'll court for a couple of months and then we'll get married!"

"O-Okay."

So... Tanjirou is courting someone now, a Pillar no less.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 3 hours

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Sending my request once again! (I think, don't rlly remember 😰) Full hc about the M6 with a MC in a coma?

The Arcana HCs: When MC falls into a coma

~ don't know if this is what you were going for but it turned into a sleeping beauty situation XD hope you enjoy! - brainrot ~

-- to set the scene --

It was an overcast day. The air had been unusually still ever since your lover had stepped out after breakfast to start their day, and you'd found your own set of tasks to be oddly uneventful ... and lonely. It's why, when an elderly grandfather hobbles by and offers you a warm bread roll, you don't hesitate to take a bite as soon as you've waved goodbye. You don't take a second.

Julian

He's had a long day at the clinic, and as short as his commute is, he still feels like he's been a hundred miles away from you as he heads over after sunset. He's missed you all day

He's sure he forgets how to breathe when he walks in to see you collapsed on the floor. He knows what corpses look like, he can tell you aren't dead, but that's little comfort when you don't wake up

Carrying you to bed and working feverishly to narrow down all the possibilities. You're not injured, you're not sick, your vitals seem to fine, but ... you don't wake up. Even smelling salts don't do it

Spends the next three days refusing to leave your side except to fetch more help or resources. The whole community helps him

Mazelinka brings soup, Portia and Nadia stop by with some rare medicines, Asra pops in at all odd hours with new spells to try, and even Barth sends a hot meal or two over from the Rowdy Raven

Julian doesn't leave until he gets a call in the middle of the night. A nearby neighbor has gone into labor, and needs attention until the midwife can arrive from across town

He kisses your hand goodbye on his way out and is too busy hustling out the door to hear you stir. His shout when he gets home several hours later to see you reading wakes half the city

Asra

They'd spent the morning out running errands and the afternoon catching up with their parents. It's been busy and interesting and they're excited to show you what they got you in the market

Except all of that goes tumbling out of his grasp when he walks in to find you collapsed behind the counter, unresponsive

Somehow they manage to get you upstairs and in bed through the daze, and then they get ready to work through the night

He does notice the partially-eaten bread roll and can tell there's some sort of powerful magic in it, but unraveling what it is proves harder than he expects. The next 24 hours blur by in a haze

At some point, Faust goes off to find Chimes and Flamel and Aisha and Salim appear at the back door to help out. When they see Asra's state, they urge them to get some rest while they take over

He makes up a layer of blankets on the floor next to you to sleep, not wanting to disturb your condition, but it feels wrong to close his eyes without the usual goodnight kiss (at 5 PM)

They lean over to press a gentle peck between your eyebrows, and the sight of you beginning to twitch awake makes them freeze in place. It might be too good to be true

And that's how you wake up, to an exhausted Asra collapsing onto your chest

Nadia

Horrified. She's already blaming herself for being too busy to check in on you earlier, you seemed fine this morning, but here you are in one of the entrance's side rooms collapsed since goodness knows

A quick check with the guards confirms they saw you speaking with a stooped old man at the gates just that afternoon - and the roll they saw him give to you is next to you on the floor

To say that she distracts herself from her pain by leaving you to the healthcare professionals and trying to make up for her negligence by hunting down your poisoner would be an understatement

She's a woman on a mission. She'll leave Chandra in your chambers to bring her any updates and start her investigation immediately

Can't really bring herself to be with you for too long when she believes it's her fault. It's two weeks before she sits down next to you to see how you're doing, after doctors suggested she talk

It's hard. She takes your hand in hers and stares at your motionless face, and all she's able to do is tell you everything she's done so far to find the old man as though it'll earn her your presence again

Only after that, as the sun starts to set and she runs out of things to say, does she lean down whisper her love into your ear and press a kiss to your cheek. The surprised "eep!" when you wake up is priceless

Muriel

Panics as soon as gets in, because his mind is already jumping to the worst possible conclusions about what he's seeing

Are you dead? Are you hurt? Were you attacked? Did a rogue wild animal make its way in and maul you? Did Lucio come back? Did the Devil come back? He should've kept you safe -

It's Inanna's insistent whining and nudging that gets him to carry you to the bed from where he's gathered you up. It's hard to check for your pulse when his hand won't stop shaking

Whatever's going on, it doesn't take long for him to realize that you're okay. You're okay, you're just ... asleep. And not waking up

He'll try taking a nap on the floor next to you until you do

It's as the next day drags on that he starts to worry that you might not be getting enough food or water. He still doesn't know if this warrants calling Julian (he'd rather not) but you need hydration

Thankfully he's kissed you plenty of times before, so it's not too nerve-wracking a task for him to take a sip of fresh spring water before pressing his mouth to yours and trying to help you drink

You didn't expect to wake up like this

Normally Muriel would be a little more grossed out about having water coughed all over his face, but he's too happy to care

Portia

If she walks into a room and sees you collapsed, she's screaming

She's screaming loud enough to be heard from the Palace, and then she's rushing towards and nearly sobbing in relief when your skin is warm and your chest is still moving steadily up and down

She doesn't know why you collapsed or what's wrong with you (if it's something she can't see, then she doesn't want to mess it up) so she avoids moving you until she has someone around to help

Ilya. She needs Ilya, and Mazelinka, and Nadia, and Asra too, and maybe all the names ending in "a"s if it'll help her figure out how to help you any sooner. She'll get you through this. It'll be okay

Between Nadia spotting the bread roll, Julian confirming that there isn't an obvious medical reason, and Asra and Mazelinka's combined magical food knowledge, it's obvious what happened

The delightful thing about a woman like Portia is that she doesn't like stopping to be sad when she knows there's still hope to work towards. Nobody knows the spell? Trial and error!

"True love's kiss" is the third thing on the list after failing to enter your dreams and dripping soup into your mouth. Waking up to Portia smugly telling her older brother that all those "fairy tales" were onto something after all is an unforgettable experience

Lucio

All he knows is that one moment, he was triumphantly announcing his return and very pleased with himself about completing a shopping trip that involved only wise spending choices

And the next moment, every wise spending choice was clattering to the floor because you weren't moving

He's been on enough battlefields to know the difference between wounded and dead, but you don't seem to be either

The worst part is, you're not waking up. No matter what he does, you don't wake up. He's seen this before - he remembers watching as a vengeful ghost as his ex-wife lay motionless for three years

Is that how long this is going to take? Three years? He's not worried about his loyalty, he'll find a place that'll take care of you while he picks up whatever jobs he needs to keep you afloat, but

What if he makes another "oopsie" and you're not there to help?

It all overwhelms him to the point that he lays his head down on your stomach to have a little moment to himself, and he turns his face against your shirt to catch any ... eye water

Apparently mouthing "I love you" against your belly button counts, because the next thing he knows you're lifting your head and asking what's wrong. He's not touching a bread roll again

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☆༉ — CHRIS STURNIOLO. The Unwritten Rule.

about. Everyone knows the rule, don't fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend.

author's note. this is the chapter 8, I hope it sounds interesting to you. My first language is not English. masterlis!

Then you hear him yelling at Anna in the kitchen, who is staring at the bowl of popcorn that has fallen to the floor. Chris and I had just entered the house, the moment between us interrupted. Both of us blinking and turning towards the door at the same time.

We both tensed at the sound of Anna's mother's voice.

"Why did you park in the garage?" the woman asks. "You know you shouldn't do it."

“You said you worked late and I…”

"Oh, so when I leave I'm trying to keep you. Can't you bother walking up the front steps?"

"What are you eating? Anna, honey, you shouldn't eat after four. It will go straight to your hips. Trust me, I know.”

"Mom" It was obvious that he was sad. "I have...Chris is here and Ada is here. Can we talk about this later?"

"Of course, I'm bothering you in my own house," she blurted sarcastically. "Don’t worry about me, I don’t need to eat or sit and rest or anything like that.”

I have to get to Anna before this gets worse, I have to stop this, so I took a step into the kitchen.

"Hey, Anna, I was talking to Chris and…” he smiled, feigning surprise “Oh you made popcorn, thanks!”

I look over at the older woman and force myself to smile at her when really what I wanted to do was kick her in the fucking face.

"I'm so hungry, and Anna said she didn't want to mess anything up in the kitchen because you might want something when you got home, but I begged her until she did.”

"Great, now there's no food" she looked at her daughter" Anna made a mess.

"It's not that bad," Chris chimed in, also entering the kitchen. "You should see some of the things you dropped in the kitchen."

"Hello," Anna's mother greeted, smiling at Chris, fluttering her eyelashes, and there was the grimace on Anna's face. "I just meant that it's a hassle to clean up spilled food. I'm sure I wish there were kids who looked like you when I was in high school. Not that long ago, you know.”

Anna rolled her eyes at her mother's comment. Chris smiled, pursing his lips. I kneel down and start picking up some popcorn and pieces from the bowl that had fallen. Anna crouches down next to me, her hands shaking as she does the same.

"I'm exhausted," she sighs. "I'm going to bed, Anna, don't make any noise."

"I won't," Anna replied, continuing to clean in silence.

"Are you sure?" Chris asks, Anna just nods and kisses him.

Once we finished cleaning Anna came up to us and spoke "You should leave."

My stomach twists and I hate myself for it. Chris looks at me and I just look away, pretending I'm still searching the floor for stray bits of popcorn or the bowl.

When he's gone, Anna comes and stays by my side. She cries, biting her lip to not make any kind of noise, I just hug her tightly, wishing she could make her mother see everything she does. Although I know that even if she saw it, it wouldn't change anything.

Anna doesn't want to spend the night at my house, and I leave a few minutes later, telling her to call me if she needs anything.

Once I get home, I look for my parents and put my arms around them to tell them. "I love."

"Of course you do, we're adorable" Dad comments making me laugh.

"Everything is alright?" Mom asked a little worried.

I nodded, I wasn't, but looking at them makes me remember how lucky I am to have them.

Sunday mornings are always a big event in my house. First, my mother wakes us up and then we go to church. Mom likes to go to the bathroom early because, well, she just likes mornings and that's it.

Normally I'm too sleepy to do anything except stay asleep, but now I can't stop thinking about the night before. About how Anna looked when her mother was talking to her; tired, sad and defeated, in a way that Anna only looks at home.

I should have said something else, something that would make his mother be kinder. Although maybe nothing I said would have made Anna's mother care. I could have called her when I got home and double checked that she was okay. She could just stop lusting after her boyfriend at least, her life was already very miserable.

I could stop thinking about Chris telling me that it was me he had called that first time he and Anna spoke on the call.

At home after church, I need a break from myself and my thoughts. I put on my favorite jeans and one of Dad's old lawyer shirts, dark blue cotton that's soft against my skin and loose enough. Go down to have breakfast.

My mom loves to cook, but on Sunday mornings she goes all out, because dad's favorite meal is a big breakfast and once a week mom likes to 'indulge' him. Frankly, sometimes I wonder how he survives without my mom. I know he did it, She wasn't born until he was older than I am now and they met until he was in his forties and she was finishing her PhD, but still. It's like they've always been together and she really loves him and wants him to be okay. As good as it can be.

She made stuffed toast, filling pieces of egg-and-butter bread with a mixture of cream cheese and blueberry ice cream that she had thawed overnight, and a frittata, It's basically a huge bread filled with baked egg, cheese, and vegetables. There is also bacon and orange juice that she squeezed herself.

"Have you sent this French toast recipe anywhere?" Dad asks when he focuses on his breakfast, and Mom shakes her head in response, taking out her course recipe notebook.

"Breakfast entrees are generally some type of bread or pastries" He writes in his notebook. "I think the next big thing will be pancakes that have been turned into some kind of layered dish. Pancake lasagna! Oh, with syrup as a sauce, and maybe hazelnut chocolate spread like cheese" He calmed down little by little and began to write faster, outside the creation kitchen area. Dad smiled and patted her hand.

"Don't forget to eat," he reminds, to which my mother smiles, lifting a piece of bacon to her mouth.

"I'm surprised Anna isn't here, you two, well you three now, I guess your relationship with Chris is something serious, you've been very close lately.

"Doesn't Chris have a friend to introduce you to?" Dad points at me with his cutlery.

"Dad, can we not discuss my social life?" rather, the lack of my social life.

"I'm not arguing, I'm asking," he explains. "Chris seems like a nice guy, so I thought if you met someone around him...

"Dad!"

"You'll meet someone" Mom smiles. "Somewhere out there is that boy waiting for you."

I know, and his name is Chris Sturniolo, and I can't date him because he's dating my best friend. However, I kissed him, despite knowing that.

"Don't you want to go out?"

"Mom, it's not eleven yet, no one I know is awake."

“Of course they are,” he argues. “Anna usually shows up here around this time.”

"Yes" he murmured and left the kitchen, now entering my room. Mom was right, Anna should normally show up here by now.

I usually call her when she gets back from church and she automatically arrives for breakfast.

But today I didn't call her, today I had been trying to think about her, I told myself to think about her, but I didn't. Not really.

I was just thinking about Chris, I was still thinking about Chris, and I hadn't called her because I was wondering if he would call me. If we talk about what happened that last night, or about the kiss, or just about us. I haven't called her because if I do and he's with her, I won't be able to pretend that I don't like her.

I have to pretend that the first time I called Anna was about me, what happened the morning after that end of summer party...

Anna was trying on some of her mother's lipsticks and putting them down as soon as she put one on because she didn't like any of the colors, and her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello Ada?" my heart pounded. I felt strangely weak but happy, leaning against the wall when Anna looked at me. "Ada?" Chris spoke to me again on the other end of the call.

"Chris?" His name left my lips, and then there was a great silence, a painfully slow silence in which I knew I had to say something, but I wanted him to say whatever because last night we had talked, he had held my hand and I was hoping, but then he started dating Anna.

Anna was smiling and combing her hair, she extended her hand to me so I could pass her the cell phone.

I stared at her and she whispered. "Ada, he called me! And after I barely mention that he'd probably see you here, he definitely likes me."

"Ada" Chris named me again.

"Tell him I'm not here, don't expect me to be here. Damn this is so romantic" she was actually very excited about this.

They had kissed, I knew it. They had kissed and I had seen them. All the boys looked at her, they all loved her, How would they not? after all she was Anna, the most beautiful girl you could ever see in your miserable life.

"Wait, Anna's here," I reply to Chris.

And that was it. I stood for a moment, watching Anna smile, listening to her laugh, and part of the conversation; 'What have you been thinking about all night?' 'Me too' 'What?' 'Do you want to talk to Ada now? I don't know if I can allow that. I bet you asked him what I said about your kissing technique, and well, I'm afraid you don't have enough information to form a real opinion yet. I need more samples, you know. But Ada said we were perfect for each other' 'yes, she said it'. She smiled mockingly at me and held the cell phone in her hands, waiting.

"Perfect," I said, raising my voice a little so Chris could hear me, and Anna giggled, turning to talk to him. I snuck out of my own room like it wasn't mine at all and sat on the stairs trying not to cry. I thought Chris called me.

I allowed myself to think that once, just once, and then I forgot about it. It made me forget it. I had to do it.

I had to do it because I saw my best friend start seeing him. I noticed that she was beginning to really like me. I saw how his eyes lit up as he looked at Chris in a way they never did for any other boy. I saw them together, not for a week or even two, but for a month. Now two.

But at this moment Chris and I had kissed and he told me that he wanted to talk to me when he called that time, he wanted to talk to me and not Anna.

I ended up calling Anna in the afternoon, she's getting ready to go out and tells me she's been avoiding calls, but "I took this because I knew it was you and I adore you" I don't ask him any questions like I used to, I don't ask 'Where you're going?' or 'Who are you going with?' I don't want to hear your answers.

"See you tomorrow?" she asks.

"Of course," I reply. "Do you want to drive, or are you going to ride in Chris' car?" His name now comes so naturally from my lips.

"I'll drive," he paused briefly. "I'm leaving. Fun awaits me!"

"Go get her" he ended the call and I sat there, not thinking about anything. That's really weird, but I can't keep doing this, I can't play 'what if?' I have to be clear about how things are and that's it.

When his cell phone rings after dinner, he speaks, but they instantly hang up.

I wish that had never happened, because then I wouldn't think about it so much before going to sleep.

I wouldn't wake up so blushing, with my arms around one of my pillows. I wouldn't be wondering what Anna and Chris were doing today.

I wouldn't be wondering if he was thinking about me.

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YANDERE JOCK 🏈

TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, STALKING, MILD HARASSMENT, IMPLIED MURDER

(FEMALE CHEERLEADER READER)

Yandere! Jock who is convinced that the two of you are dating.

Yandere! Jock who is like a golden retriever but is a freaking beast on the field and absolutely crushes every game because he sees you cheering on the sidelines for him. When asked how he gets his wins, he says, "My girl is watching. Can't let her down."

Yandere! Jock who blows you kisses and waves even when you ignore him. He just loves you so much and is so happy when he spots you. Sure you might not always respond but the just means he has to try harder next time.

Yandere! Jock who doesn't care when you tell him to leave you alone. You're probably just in a bad mood but it's okay! He'll make you feel better!

Yandere! Jock who has the school also convinced that you guys are dating. He follows you around like a puppy and he always calls you 'my girl' so people naturally assumed you were together. Whenever you try to squash the rumors, he amps it up again.

Yandere! Jock who loves when people think you're together. He begs asks you to wear his letterman jacket so you have his name on you. He literally lights up if you wear it because it's cold or you want him to stop pestering you.

Yandere! Jock who only messes up during games when he stops to watch your cheer routine. If you're on top of a pyramid or some other dangerous stunt, he's rushing off the field to catch you. The football coach has since banned you from participating in any stunts.

Yandere! Jock who is glued to you so much that you slowly start to get used to his presence. He takes advantage of your indifference and tries to do more stuff to get you to acknowledge him. He carries your stuff, buys you lunch, drives you home and even walks you home when you don't want to enter his car. Sure, you don't exactly know he's walking with you but he's just looking out for his best girl!

Yandere! Jock who is so eager to see you, sometimes, that he's waiting outside your door first thing in the morning. What you don't know is that he's been there all night, staring at your window and waiting for you to wake up.

Yandere! Jock who bribes the cheerleaders to wingman for him. All of a sudden, your team is telling you what a sweetheart he is and how you guys look so great together. With all these people on his side, you have to give in sooner or later, right?

Yandere! Jock who finally asks you to be his girlfriend officially and is over the moon when you agree. If you thought he was clingy before, just wait. He's started leaving his things around for you to wear or carry like he's staking his claim on you. You have to explain the concept of personal space and alone time to him but he just stares at you in confusion. Why would you not want to be around him all the time? He loves being around you!

Yandere! Jock who runs up after every game to hug you, despite your protests because he's so sweaty. It's like a dog being so excited they just jump on you and lick all over you. His teammates have to drag him away to his dismay. He just wanted to give you a little kiss, why's everyone keeping you from him?

Yandere! Jock who let's you take charge, in and outside of the bedroom. Boy's just happy to be there.

Yandere! Jock who is clingy even in his sleep. He likes to lay on top of you so you can't slip away and leave him all alone. He's huge so it's like sleeping under a giant space heater. If it's too hot to cuddle, he pouts and whines when you tell him not to touch you at all. He still finds a way though, and sometimes you wake up to him holding your hand from across the pillow wall.

Yandere! Jock who is actually pretty harmless. He's like a giant puppy and isn't violent with the people around you. All he wants is your love and attention 24/7 and everyone is pretty much used to his antics to know where the line is drawn. That is, until a new person comes to school and starts making moves on you.

Yandere! Jock who is usually very friendly but is cold with only them and refusing to leave your side when they're near you.

Yandere! Jock who is in a great mood when they suddenly disappear without a trace.

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no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her.

simon really meant it, every bit of it, he’d come back to you somehow. he would find his way back to you. wether it was walking through the front door quietly not to wake you up in the middle of the night or cold in a coffin. he’d rather have you hold his dead body than not to have you touch his skin ever again.

that’s what simon was thinking about as his ear ringed so loud he couldn’t focus on his surroundings. he looked up at the sky, so blue it almost didn’t feel right. why so blue when so much blood was being shed?

he occasionally would feel the ground he was laying on tremble, maybe a hand grenade, maybe a body falling next to his. the smell of gunpowder filled his covered nostrils and he could feel his lungs collapsing on themselves from the thickness of the air he was breathing. his eyes weren’t doing good either, filled with dust and sand from the dry earth.

it took him a few more seconds to focus his eyes on something, something that possibly wasn’t moving, his head spinning each time he tried to sit up. something was weighting on his legs, holding him down. he struggled to raise his torso and groaned at the sight of a large body blocking him. he let himself fall back down.

he was ready to go, a sharp pain to his side telling him he wouldn’t last long alone. he’d been through worse, way worse, the scar provided by the meat hook was proof of that, but something was telling him this was as bad. he was ready to go.

the only thing he could think about in his last moments was you. he thought he could see glimpses of you, maybe your hair in the corner of his eyes or he’d hear your laugh as another fire shooting started. his eyes searched for you frantically. he wanted to tell you to leave immediately, scream it at the top of his lungs, but his voice was caught in his throat and you weren’t really there. his mind just playing cruel tricks on him.

your name was repeated like a mantra in his head, repeating it so many times it almost lost a meaning. almost. a prayer, a chant. he sure needed to pray, for you.

he had been shelving the thought that tormented him for months. he wanted to go and confess his sins, he almost felt the need, his palms itching with haste anytime he thought about it. years had passed since the last time he had set foot in a church, so many that he had almost forgotten the reason for the visit. the ghosts of the past never abandon you, especially if they are people you love, especially if they are family, the innocent. its always the innocent who pay the highest price.

‘i wonder what she’s doing now, who’s gonna knock on her door and tell her im gone.’ he thought. ‘hopefully price. he’s the one with tact and the most considerate. he’ll help her when i’m gone, keep an eye on her.’

the sweet smell of your hair replaced for a moment the one of blood and gunpowder, your laughter still echoing in his ears. he pictured your sweet face and big innocent eyes looking up at him.

“promise me something?”

“mhm?” he hummed, surprised you were still up. his hand hadn’t stopped caressing your hair since you laid down on his chest, your hand resting on his collarbone as your ear listened to his calm heartbeat. “yeah, anything.”

“promise me you’ll always come back.” you whispered in the dark room. “promise me, simon.”

he nodded, taken aback by your request. you weren’t the fondest of his job, he knew it, he hated to concern you like he did.

“yes.”

“promise.” you urged. “please.”

he bent his head down and kissed the top of yours, his arm sliding down your back and drawing you closer by your waist. “i will, love. i’ll always come back to you.”

you sighed, the knot of thoughts in your worried head began to untie. “mh.”

“better now?” he softly asked. his voice was hoarse from his constant shouting orders at the obstreperous recruits. you gave a short nod. “i mean it.”

he groaned as he managed to get the body off of himself, struggling to get on his knees.

fucks sake, he couldn’t let you live with him gone like this. it was selfish of him to leave you in such an abrupt way, really. he tried to push away the image of you opening the door to find price with a carton box filled with simons stuff from the barracks with the balaclava and skull mask on top and your knees hitting the floor before he could even say anything.

his legs didn’t feel like they could hold his weight up, he immediately fell to his knees as he heard another rapid fire too near him for his liking. his gun was long gone, he had to manage to survive alone, again.

“crawlin’ it is.” he breathed as he started to drag his tired body with the strength of his arms alone. you had always praised his strength: he could lift you with one arm alone, you loved to be held and hold on to his arm anywhere and at anytime. that was the main reason he always pushed for more while training, and the motivation your sweet compliments always gave him now were gonna save his life. he made a mental note to kiss and hold you a little longer and tighter if he ever made it home alive.

he could see the building his team was supposed to meet up in case things got bad. it looked so far away that it was alarmingly close. maybe it was just his messed up vision, a mirage, but he could swear he saw you from a window looking at him, urgently motioning him to come.

he brought the thick balaclava above his nose so he could breathe better and as enemy gunfire continued to flow, he kept his head low as he moved dead bodies from his way.

he could hear your voice calling for him and he wanted to call you for you back, but the noises of the battlefield were hurrying him to get to the safe zone first.

he stumbled by the door as he brought himself up, one hand stabilizing him as he held on to the doorframe as the other went to press on his wound.

“lt!” johnnys voice called before he rushed to help him. “ye cheeky bastard, i told them not to leave yet, to wait for ye.”

“gaz saw you get shot.” price swung simon’s arm over his shoulder in order to help him to the nearest table, where he laid down.

“he saw that right.” simon bit the inside of his cheek as price inspected his wound, pressing on it. “is he a‘ight?”

“he’s fine, hit his head but had his helmet on, he’s getting checked out by the medics.” price informed him as simon winced at the sharp pain. “there’s at least two bullets in here, didn’t pass through, stuck.”

“just take ‘em the fuck out.” simon groaned. “how’s it lookin’?”

“you’ll live.” price patted his shoulder in comfort before he went to call a medic.

“we really thought we’d lost ye there, lt.” johnny’s face was glowing with sweat and blood, the black war paint smudged messily all around his face and his mohawk dusted.

“helicopter’s leaving in thirty, boys!” price’s baritone voice called from the other room.

simon scoffed, sighing and closing his eyes, finally letting himself relax as your figure started to fade from the corner of the room where it’d been standing, silently looking at him. “won’t lose me, can’t wait to go home, johnny.”

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