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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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Multiverse part 3

You sat in a small room on a padded chair, with equipment set up around your arm, chest, and fingertips. A polygraph test. That's what you were being forced to take. And to your chagrin, Ghost is in the room with you and Captain Price.

"Try to relax, yeah?" Price commented. He must've noticed your restless leg.

"I'll do that, shall I? I've done nothing wrong, other than exist and I'm being interrogated. Because that's what this is— an interrogation." You finally turn your attention from Ghost to look at Price, who's sitting at the desk by your side. "Tell me, Captain. Did you get this same treatment when you came back after spending all that time locked up in the gulag?"

His dark eyebrows furrow in confusion. A sigh escapes your bitten lips. That's only in your...world, for lack of a better term. Dimension? Universe?

"I haven't been to the gulag here." Yeah, obviously.

With an impatient wave of the hand that doesn't have cables strapped to it, you mutter, "Let's get on with this circus act, then. Ask your questions."

Ghost steps forward, his arms unfolding as if he's about to speak to you, but Price swiftly intervenes, halting him with a raised hand.

"Alright then. Baseline questions first. Name." Ghost gives away nothing when you say your last name is Riley.

It goes like this for a few, then he switches to the control questions, until finally moving on to the relevant ones.

"How did you get here?" I don't know.

"Do you know why you're here?" No.

He pulls up a photograph. "Recognize him?" Captain MacTavish.

Another photo. "Him?" I don't know.

"What do you mean by that?" If that's Roach, I've never seen his face unmasked.

"You're sure you don't know him?" Unless that man's name is Gary Sanderson, no. I do not know him.

Price acknowledges your response with a nod, then shifts his gaze towards Ghost, whose head slightly tilts forward. Returning his attention to you, he retrieves a final photograph. "What about him?"

As you look at the picture, your eyes begin to well with tears, lip trembling violently. A new fracture reverberated through your tender heart, intensifying the ache in your chest. Yes.

"Who is he?" Price softly asks.

"That's my Simon," your voice broke on the last syllable. It was hard to not use a possessive adjective when the face of your husband was in that picture.

Blinking the tears away, you clear your throat. "Anything else, Captain?"

Price purses his lips under his hefty facial hair and responds, "Just a few more questions."

Once finished, you sat unabashedly staring at Ghost in the tiny room. "I wear Roach's tags alongside yours, in honor. He was with you until the very end, and for that, I couldn't be more grateful."

Ghost is completely silent, but you continue talking anyway. "I've been married to you since a bit after you came home on leave that one time. You know the one."

His eyes are emotionless, blank, as he stares at you. But you know him like the back of your hand. You've got his full attention.

"I accompanied you to your brother's wedding. He married a woman, Beth. She was good for him. They had a baby, your nephew, named Joseph. The love you had for him was one of a kind. I had told you later that evening that I dreamed of the day you'd look at our children like that."

With a shuddery breath, you tell him how none of those matters. Because your husband is dead, and you're stuck here. With his counterpart that hates you.

With a hushed click, the door closes shut behind him as he leaves, yet its resounding noise fills the compact room you're in.

You begin to fidget with the sizeable ring that hangs on a thin necklace beneath your shirt— the metal is warm under your touch as if it had never gone cold in the first place.

As if Simon had never taken it off his finger to go find Makarov.

ah theyre short but hurt. much pain.

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thebearer · 5 months

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rosé flowing with your chosen family | carmen berzatto x reader|

anyways here's a blurb inspired by my lil friendsgiving i hosted and how i think it would be with carmen bc im delusional in my head lolz

"Carm, look at this for me." You frown, turning the bronzed pumpkin at the center of the table.

"Yeah, one sec," Carmen muttered, turning with the pot in his hand, stirring the whipped potatoes vigorously. "What am I looking at?"

"The table." You tilt your head to the side. "Should I just move the pumpkin? It's too much with the candles, right?" You huff, the tapered candles flickering in their brass holders.

"No, baby, looks nice. Leave it. We can move it if it gets too crowded." Carmen hummed, a tiny curl of his lips had your heart swooning. "Need to go get ready. It's six-thirty."

"I just have to put my clothes on." You wave him off, fixing a napkin so it was centered on the plate, each place card in it's assigned place. "Are you sure you don't need help?"

Carmen shot you a look, rolling his eyes playfully. "No, I got it, alright? Go get ready." He shook his head gently, pushing the asparagus around in the pan.

You scurried behind him, pinching his jean clad ass gently, grinning at how he jumped before pressing a kiss to Carmen's cheek that left him blushing.

Your first Friendsgiving hosted at your place. An apartment a little bigger than Carmen's old one, but still cozy and all your own- the two of you. What better way to spend your first holidays together than to invite your friends over?

You were fussing over the glazed carrots on the counter when Sydney arrived, always early. "Hey," She crept in awkwardly into the kitchen, her head poking around the corner. "I, uh, I brought a dessert."

"Wow, that looks amazing." You grin, taking the dish from her, hugging her briefly in greeting. "What is this?"

"It's-"

"-It's a champagne cake with whipped butter cream frosting and a light raspberry spread." Marcus finished, stepping in behind Sydney, balancing a bottle of wine and his coat. "Don't let her take all the credit. I made it."

"Ok, well, I told you to add the raspberry-"

"-Well, I was the one who made it and added it-"

"-Alright." Carmen huffed, his voice edging on the tone he used at work. "Glad you both are here, alright?. The cake looks amazing."

Marcus whistled dramatically, peering over at the food laid out on the counter tops. "Looks good in here, Chef." He grinned.

"Thanks." Carmen muttered, brushing the rolls with butter, checking the oven again.

"Do you guys want anything to drink?" You ask, pulling the fridge open. "I have rosé or wine or anything?"

"I'll take a glass of rosé." Sydney nodded, shedding off her coat and hanging it over the back of the couch.

"Yeah, better get some now." Carmen snorted lightly. "Before Alicia comes."

"I have her a backup bottle." You smirk, pulling out the bottle proudly. "Alicia and I were watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills reunion, right? And she-" The door closed and you turned, your best friend walking in with a huge grin.

"-And she literally brought her own bottle of rosé." You laughed, shaking your head at her.

"I did." Alicia beamed, hugging you tightly. "Carmen, I promise I will not throw up or sob on your couch this time. I'm very stable now." She grinned at Carmen's huff of laughter.

The kitchen was packed, crammed at the table, laughing and swapping stories over the food. Carmen looked at you, the glow of the candles you insisted having to make it feel more homey- they did. How you were grinning, laughing at Fak and Richie bickering, giggling to your own friends and reminiscing.

For once, the holidays didn't feel like a chore. Carmen had been dreading this dinner, not the cooking or the setting up, but having people in his space. He didn't dare say anything, you were too excited and he'd never ruin your glee like that. Still, for him, the holidays were chaotic, everybody tense and scared.

Not here.

Not next to you, surrounded by all your friends.

Carmen finally got why people loved the holidays so much, why it was the most wonderful time of the year and all that. In his tiny apartment, sitting next to the love of his life, your hand holding his gently under the table, thumb swiping over his knuckles, squeezing it lightly when you'd look at him, eyes crinkling in a smile.

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norrisleclercf1 · 5 months

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You Can't Leave Me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader x Lando Norris

Rating: R

Words: 2.6K

Warnings: Pure and utter angst, some humor as a coping mechanism, hospitals, crashes, medical talk, it's just heartbreak guys I'm sorry

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Synopsis: Monza. Rain. Nothing could go wrong at the Temple of Speed

"You can't act up when sitting here, do you understand?" Elijah groans as his Dad points at him. Elijah should've said yes when his Papa asked him to sit at the Red Bull pit wall instead. "Dad, I'm 18. I think I can act like a big boy and sit on the pit wall." Lando tightens his glare as the rain pours down around them.

Monza. The temple of speed and the track everyone loved for the hard racing, especially this year. The battle for the WDC was tight this year, facing off between his Dad, Uncle Max, and Uncle Oscar, who was still killing it at McLaren. Charles wasn't having the best season, as he was there but not where he wanted it to be.

Charles never once complained, as he loved watching Lando race and showing everyone how amazing he was as a driver. "Elijah, don't give me lip," Lando grumbles as he fixes Elijah's jacket. "Dad can do it myself." He laughs, not caring that he is getting drenched in the rain. The fans would eat up his wet and wild look right now. "Elijah, just let him." Charles pops up behind his son, pulling him in for a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, but I'm not a baby anymore." He groans, seeing the 3 of them on the big screen. Charles chuckles as the fans go wild and nods to the camera that quickly looks away. "Doesn't matter. You're our baby boy, and you'll get treated like it." Charles reaches out and pinches Lando's cheek, who slaps it away.

"The rain is letting up," Lando looks up to the sky, the rain dripping down his skin, and Elijah makes a face seeing the lovey-dovey face on his Papa's. "Yep, how about you two stop bullying your son and get ready." Elijah turns, smiling brightly, seeing his Uncle Max and Christian. "Hey, good lucky kiss?" Lando asks. Charles rolls his eyes and quickly dips, and they kiss with Elijah's body, blocking out any cameras.

"Oi, you too." Lando juts out his cheek, and Elijah whines loudly, shoving his Dad away. "I'm 18, Dad." Lando gets this look on his face but quickly wipes it out with a smirk. "Yeah, alright. I'll go get a kiss from your sister and brother anyway." Lando waves as he runs off into the garage. Charles looks Elijah up and down before shaking his head.

"Love you, Ducky," Charles whispers, entering the Mercedes garage. Turning, he sees Max slightly glaring at him. "What?" Max sighs and pulls Elijah into a side hug. "You should still give him kisses, Elijah; you never know when it'll be the last one." Max pats him as he yells back at GP he's coming. Rolling his eyes, Elijah slides on the RB headset and settles in for a long, wet, crazy Monza race.

"There's my girls," Lando beams, approaching you and Cecile. "Daddy!" Cecile beams as she hugs him tightly, Lando savoring the moment. He had this feeling. He couldn't explain it. Usually, he would be quick with his hugs and kisses, but this time, he let each one linger more.

"Everything okay?" Lando pulls away from Cecile, meeting your worried expression. "Yeah, of course, love." Lando makes a face at Callum, who giggles loudly with the large headphones on his head. "Just nervous," Lando adds, kissing you gently and then Callum on his cheeks. "Daddy!" Callum claps happily.

"Yes, buddy," Clearing his throat, he takes the 3 of you in before shooing you off to see Charles. "See you after the race!" "You better!" You tease back as one of the team members throws up an umbrella, leading you to the Mercedes garage. Lando takes 3 deep breaths, remembering his breath techniques to calm him down. Sliding down into the cockpit, he smiles at the little picture of his family and touches it softly. "Alright, let's go." He says into the radio, getting a reply.

"You know the last time you sat here, you were 8 and watched your Papa win." Christian talks into his headset, which has Elijah turning and smiling. "Yeah, I don't know who was happier. Ferrari or Uncle Max." Christian laughs, knowing all about Lestappen and how close they are. "Yeah, never seen a driver happier to lose a WDC, but here we are." Elijah chuckles. The picture of Max and Charles crying as they hugged was hanging up in their house. It was a gift from Max to Charles.

"Hey, are you sure it's okay for them to race in something like this?" Elijah wasn't one to worry about rain during a race, but something in his head told him it wasn't right. "Yeah, kid. They're okay. It's a Saftey Car start anyways." Christian waves off Elijah's worries, helping ease some of the younger one's tension. "I know, but….still," Elijah grumbles, looking at the screen as his Dad pulls up to the P2 spot behind his Uncle Oscar. "It'll be fine, besides," Christian moves and points to a button with his last name lit up. "If you get nervous, hit them, and you can talk to your Dad." Elijah gives him a tense smile and gently hits the button.

"Dad?" Letting it go, he waits for the familiar clicking and sighs, hearing Lando's voice fill his ears. "Hey, Ducky. Miss me already?" He jokes Elijah, smiling at the stupid nickname. "Be careful, old man or Uncle Carlos will jump down your throat." Lando shakes his head, the camera zooming in on the motion.

"I'm not old. That's your Papa." Lando lets go of the radio button and smiles, that feeling from earlier easing. The lights go out, and Lando follows the blinking lights of the Saftey Car and Oscar. He knew this track well. It was the first win for McLaren and a track he's always been great at. He had nothing to worry about.

"He's doing great, kid!" Christian laughs as the rain continues to batter the drivers and fans alike. Elijah was slightly glad he didn't have to race today. This rain was horrible. Clearly, not if the FIA was letting the race go on. "Dad, you're currently P1. Piastri is .2 behind you." Elijah, let's go of the button just once in a while, giving him an update. Glad that Christian was letting him do this.

Looking at the track map, he sees his Papa is battling Russel and the new rookie in McLaren for P4. But, sadly, they wouldn't be fighting for a podium too far back from his Uncle Max. Elijah smiles, clicking on the radio again to talk to his Dad, but the sound of screams has him looking up at the screen quickly.

There on the screen, through the thick clouds of smoke and rain laid in a bile of metal, was his Dad's car. Elijah doesn't know whose screams are louder, those in the stands or in the garage behind him. "Dad?" Elijah pleads, hoping that Lando will answer. "Dad? Are you okay?" It's static silence on the other end, Elijah choking on a laugh. This was some sick prank. Lando had to be okay.

"God dammit, Dad! Answer me! Are you okay?" Elijah rips his hand away as he pulls at his blonde locks, praying for some click of the radio or anything. The mechanics and everyone else around him were scrambling as the smell of burnt rubber and oil filled his lungs. "Daddy? Please, you've got to answer me." Elijah whimpers, finger white from how hard he pressed the radio button.

Strong arms wrap around Elijah's middle and pull him back. "No! No, Daddy! No, stop; I have to make sure he's okay! Daddy!" Elijah screams; people stop and stare as the arms pull harder, Elijah fighting. Another pair joins as they rip him away from the only comfort he's got. "No!" Like a wounded animal, Elijah roars as they pull him into the Red Bull garage. "Elijah, hey, it's me. Elijah, it's me!" He doesn't listen as he sobs, pulling at his hair as he tries his best to get back to the radio.

"Ducky," A broken whisper as Elijah finally looks up, seeing the grim look on his Papa's face. "No, no. Don't." He begs, seeing it was Carlos and Max holding him back. "He," Elijah chokes and sputters on spit as he breaks. People yell, rushing the cameras out as Charles moves to your side. Elijah couldn't bear to look at you and Cecile. His Dad had to be okay. He was okay. He is okay. "Eli, come on," Cecile whispers, pulling his hands out of his hair.

Cecile was stone cold; no emotion showed on her face. "Cece," she hauls her brother to his feet, with his weight supported by her two uncles. "The race is canceled. We're coming with you." Max leaves no room open for a fight as he grabs the keys out of Charles's hands.

Elijah doesn't remember the drive; one moment, he's in the garage screaming, and the next, numb in the hallways of an Italian hospital. Cecile was holding Callum as you were curled into Charles, sobbing loudly, Charles hiding his face in your hair. Max and Carlos caged Elijah to ensure he didn't bolt.

"He didn't answer me," Elijah whispered. Charles looked up at his son but could not comfort him. "He was probably unconscious. It happens." Max replies, playing with Lando's hat. "Not like that," You whimper; Charles shushes you as you release a fresh wave of sobs. "I'm going for a walk." Cecile blurts, handing the sleeping toddler off to Carlos.

"Cece, wait." Elijah reaches out for his sister, but she pulls back anger in her eyes. "Just let her go," Max whispers, watching as Cecile rounds a corner.

"Um, loved ones of Lando Norris-Leclerc?" Elijah stands quickly as the others just look at the nurse. "We're his loved ones. I'm his son." The nurse sighs and looks over their shoulder as a haggard-looking doctor walks over. "Is there an adult I can talk to?" The accent was thick, but Elijah understood him perfectly. "I am an adult! I'm 18. Look, can you tell us," "Ducky, stop." Charles stands and walks over, stopping next to him.

"I'm Charles Norris-Leclerc, his husband. Just," Charles takes a deep breath, gathering himself. "Is he alive? Is," Charles's chest shakes as he steadies himself. "Is my husband alive?" Elijah stares at his father, seeing the man who is usually so strong, broken before him. The doctor looks Charles up and down and rubs the back of his neck.

"Mr. Norris-Leclerc, I'm sorry," "No, no, he's not. He can't." Elijah whimpers, staggering back into his Uncle Carlos's chest. "Say it," Charles whispers, looking over at you. "I'm sorry, but he's in a medically induced coma." You stand, tripping over the chairs as you grasp Charles's arm. "He's alive?" The doctor nods, groaning as he tries to find the right words.

"He's got intracranial bleeding. That means his brain is bleeding. You don't want that. Not only that, he's got multiple broken bones and a ruptured spleen, and we don't know how he is… cognitively. He's in a coma to help us reduce the swelling in his brain and deal with the mountain of injuries. We have a 24-hour window to see if he makes it through the night. Then, he may survive, but there's no promise." Elijah stops listening to the doctor ramble as he collapses against his Uncle, crying.

"Elijah, we can go see him." You whisper, wiping your eyes as Charles gathers Callum into his arms, a death grip on the child. Cecile standing far back. "I can't, Papa. I don't want to see Daddy like that." She whispers; Charles nods and walks over, kissing her before handing her to Max. Walking to the room, Elijah tries to prepare himself, the nurse speaking softly as he heads to the neuro-ICU ward.

"Listen, nothing ever prepares you for this. If you can't handle it, that's okay. But, he's not going to look like himself." The nurse warns them, but you don't care and walk in first. "Lando, oh baby." You whimper and drop into the chair beside his bed. He was littered with wires, tubes, and bandages.

"His curls," Elijah whispers, standing at the foot of the bed. "What, baby?" "Dad's curls, they're gone." It was stupid to point out, and your laugh proved that. "Oh, that's okay. He'll grow them out again." Charles whispers, taking Lando's other side. "I didn't kiss him," Charles looks up, and fresh tears gather in his eyes. "You can kiss him now," His Papa whispers, reaching for him.

Elijah walks over and stops, taking in the battered and mangled body of his Dad. "I should've kissed you, Daddy. I'm not too old; I'll never be too old for you. You're, you're always going to be my dad. And I don't care that you fuss over or kiss me. You can embarrass me for the rest of my life; I'll never be too old." Elijah sobs as he crumbles to the floor, sobbing into Charles's lap.

"You can't leave me, not yet, Lando. We're not ready." You whisper, kissing a cheek as you listen to the gentle beating of the machines. Charles shudders out a breath as Elijah's sobs quiet down, falling asleep from exhaustion. He doesn't know the time, but you're soon asleep on the couch in the room with Callum in your arms.

"Lando," Charles whispers, chuckling at how his hands weren't injured, just a broken toe or two on his feet. "You knew, didn't you? People always say before a disaster that they can feel it. Did you?" Charles leans in closer, resting his head gently over his heart. "You've never been nervous to race in the rain. You're the best in the rain, I envy that. This should be me. You would be handling this better than me." Charles takes a deep breath and listens to the steady thump of his heart.

"Don't leave, you can't. You still have to teach Cecile how to drive. Kiss Elijah some more on camera when all the cute girls are watching. Callum, Callum needs his Daddy. Y/n, she needs you, will kill each other if you're gone, so you can't. Do you hear me? You can't leave me yet, not yet. I go first; that was our deal. Me, not you." Charles sighs, touching the bandages on Lando's head.

"Did they have to shave the curls?" Someone snorts at the door, and Charles turns, seeing Oscar with Cecile standing before him. "He looks like a mummy." Charles laughs, holding his hand out for his daughter. "Yeah, he kinda does." Cecile walks over and sits in Charles's lap, staring at Lando.

"She felt ready, so I brought her here," Oscar whispers, sitting down where you were not too long ago. "Thank you," Charles whispers as Cecile traces the tubes and wire. "He'll be okay." Oscar looks at Cecile, who smiles softly. "No way Daddy dies with a bald head." Charles covers his mouth, trying not to laugh as Oscar fails. "You're right, he'd haunt our ass for letting that happen." Charles takes one last deep breath and wipes his eyes.

Lando wasn't leaving, not yet. And Charles was going to make sure of that. A nurse comes in, but Oscar holds up his hand. "Let everyone in or stay. But we're not leaving." They seem ready to argue but sigh, moving to the side as everyone else files into the room. None of them are prepared for Lando to leave them just yet.

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reverie-starlight · 6 months

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this one goes out to everyone who gets horrible back pain and big emotions before/on their period. aka me last month when I started this fic but was in too much pain to finish it lmao. notes from when I started it: get me a heating pad, a blanket and a hug stat. is it so wrong to want to be taken care of and babied a bit after doing it on your own for so long? I think not.

gn!reader that gets periods, no physical descriptions. extreme fluff.

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as soon as he got home, he frantically shimmied out of his jacket and shoes and made a beeline for your bedroom. he was worried about you- a fear that was founded on some text messages you had sent him about being in so much pain you couldn't even sit up properly.

upon entering, he was met with a sight that made his heart clench up a bit. he let out a sigh and made his way over to where you were curled up under a fuzzy throw blanket, scrolling on your phone. despite the discomfort he could see you were in, when you noticed him enter the room, you tried to smile and move to greet him.

he quickly crouched down by the side of the bed and stopped you from getting up. his hand moved to caress your cheek and he smiled at you in return.

"hey sweetheart," his voice was quiet and soft, knowing you were probably feeling too horrible for anything more than that.

he also knew that you probably needed (and wanted) lots of TLC. you usually did in the days leading up to your period and that was fine- he was always more than willing to baby you a bit, whether you were feeling poorly or not. "rough day?"

your smile fell at his words and a pout took its place. his heart clenched again, this time out of affection, and he silently scolded himself for thinking you looked cute while in crisis.

you nodded and nuzzled into his hand a bit. "hurts," you mumbled.

"what hurts?" he asked, running his thumb under your eye. your skin felt warm and he made a mental note to get you something cold to balance out the heating pad he could see peeking out from under the blanket and behind your figure.

you shifted a little and whined when a sharp pain shot through your body. his hand immediately went to your hip, trying to soothe you however he could. "my back, mostly. my thighs, too."

seeing you in pain was always one of his least favourite things. it was a monthly occurrence, so he should have been used to it by now, but he knew he never would be.

but if there was one good thing to come from your suffering, it was that he knew how to take care of you exactly how you needed.

he hummed at your response and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry, my love. will you wait here for me while I get changed and grab some things for you?"

you cracked a small smile. "it's not like I could go very far without help anyway, so yeah, I'll be here."

he chuckled and stood back up, but before he could turn, you weakly grabbed at his hand. when he looked down at you, he wasn't surprised in the slightest to see a hesitant look on your face.

now that you had him, you didn't want him to leave, even if you did just say you were fine with it.

once again he sighed fondly and gripped your hand a bit tighter, crouching back down and pressing his forehead against yours. your eyes got a bit teary and he nudged his nose against yours. "baby, I promise I'll be back so soon. I'm just going to the kitchen and the bathroom to get a couple of things, and then I'll be over by the dresser where you can see me."

your lip started to wobble a bit and he frowned a little, feeling bad that he was the source of your sadness in that moment.

"but you just got here... please don't leave..."

fuck. he bit his lip. you sounded so dejected that it made him want to abandon everything and jump in bed with you, but...

"sweetheart... I promise I won't even be five minutes. I'll be back in no time, and then I'm going to wrap you up in my arms and work on making my baby feel all better, okay? but you need to let me go so I can come back."

you sniffled and nodded against him, reluctantly letting go of his hand and pulling the corner of the duvet up to bury your face into as a replacement for him.

he smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your temple before quickly making his way out of the room. he made a promise for under five minutes and he intended to keep it.

from the kitchen, he got you a bottle of water from the fridge, and something he had hidden away from you for moments like these, just incase you got hungry later. then he made his way to the bathroom and tried to balance everything in one large hand as he got some pain meds from the cabinet before walking back out into the hall.

he checked his watch. two minutes to spare.

you visibly lit up when he walked back into the bedroom with everything in his arms, watching closely as he set some things down on his side of the bed. you put your arms out for him, but he just chuckled and shook his head.

"gotta change first, baby, I'll be right there."

you nodded a little, clearly getting impatient, but you didn't push him to hurry. instead, he felt the intensity of your gaze on him as he put on some sweats and took off his shirt. grinning teasingly, he looked over his shoulder at you.

"see something you like? you're burning holes in my back."

you didn't say anything until he moved to put on an old t-shirt. "leave it off."

he turned around and raised an eyebrow at you. "hm?"

you gave him an embarrassed look and turned your face away. "please leave it off... I just wanna feel you."

he nodded in understanding, not even thinking of teasing you further in your state of mind and tossed the t-shirt onto the chair in the corner of your room. sometimes skinship was just nice.

he got into the bed behind you as gently as he could so he wouldn't hurt you further, but then asked a favour of you. "my love, do you think you can turn over to face me?"

you nodded and slowly but surely shifted onto your back, taking a second to adjust, before moving again to turn on your other side. he smiled at you. "thank you, darling, I know moving’s not easy right now."

you pouted up at him in response and he shifted a bit as well, running a hand up and down your back to soothe you.

he formed a fist and started applying some gentle pressure to your lower back and you mewled as some of the pain was relieved.

“does that feel okay, my love?” he really tried to lay it on thick with the pet names- trying to be as sweet and attentive as possible.

you weren’t complaining one bit.

“feels nice… thank you.” you mumbled, pressing your face against his chest and throwing an arm over his torso.

he nuzzled his nose into your scalp and pressed light kisses in a line along the area. “I’m sorry you had to deal with this alone today.”

you shook your head against him. “it’s okay, it’s better now that you’re here.”

he trailed the hand that wasn’t focused on your back to your upper thigh, gently digging into the soft flesh and making you groan. “that’s amazing, thank you.”

after a couple moments of comfortable silence, he realized that you were trying really hard not to fall asleep.

“poor thing, you must’ve been exhausted all day, hm?” he slid his hand under your shirt and rubbed his warm palm over your skin, making you mewl and cuddle closer to his chest.

you nodded a bit and rested your cheek against his collarbone. “couldn’t fall asleep cause of the pain.”

he kissed your forehead kept smoothing his palm over your skin. “you can sleep now, baby, I’ve got you.”

you peeked up at him and he melted at the soft, sleepy look in your eyes. “you’ve got me?”

he nods and for the third time that day, his feels his heart clench because of you. “I’ve got you, you’re safe with me. just rest, you deserve it.”

“you won’t leave while I’m sleeping?” your words were slurred and he bit back a soft laugh that was bubbling up. he’s never loved anything as much as he has loved you. what a pleasure it’s been and always will be.

“I won’t leave, darling. I’m not going anywhere. ever. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

you seemed satisfied with that answer and finally let yourself succumb to the sleep you’d been denied all day. he knew you had it rough some months, and he hated that you had to endure it, but he was more than glad to be your main source of comfort during those times.

“sleep well, baby,” he kissed the top of your head one last time before you fully dozed off, still gently rubbing your back. “sweet dreams.”

KUROO, GETO, kirishima, sakusa, hawks, any and all of your favs honestly.

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(I fully wrote this with kuroo in mind, then I was like WAIT this really fits geto too, so that’s why those two are bolded and tagged. but it can be whoever you want 🫶🏻)

#geto x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x reader fluff #geto x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #jjk x reader #bnha x reader #jjk fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #mha fluff #bnha fluff

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be-my-sunrise · 7 months

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Late Night Grind || p.js

pairings: idol bf!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors pls dni

word count: 3,261

warnings: use of a sex toy, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (baby and princess), use of derogatory terms (reader being called a slut once), unprotected sex, choking, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, creampie. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: hii! this is my first time sharing my work here and i'm kinda nervous. jisung has been living in my head rent-free 24/7😩 plus i found this sex toy on tiktok and it inspired me to write for jisung. also, thank you @jenoslutie for encouraging me to start a writing blog and share my own work<3 it started from these asks and now i'm here to share the full version hehe i hope you enjoy it!

You're snuggling in a blanket on bed, scrolling through tiktok on your phone while waiting for Jisung to come home. Letting out a sigh as you plop the hand holding your phone down on the bed. You've been home all day since it's a Saturday and you're starting to get bored.

"I should be back home before 10, baby. I'll text you when I arrive, okay? See you soon!" He said earlier before leaving for practice.

You glance at the time on your phone to see that it's now 11pm and Jisung is still not home. You were about to text him when you hear keys fumbling outside, and then you hear Jisung call out your name as he enters your shared apartment.

"Baby, I'm home!"

You open the bedroom door and smile when you see Jisung standing at the small entryway to take his shoes off, his face lit up when he sees you. You cross the room slightly running to hug Jisung, burying your face in his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

"Hi princess," he says while stroking your hair gently.

"What took you so long? I missed you." You pout, voice muffled by Jisung's chest.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. We had lots to prepare today, so practice went a bit longer than usual," he says as he rests his chin comfortably on the top of your head. He pulls away after a while and notices that you're only wearing his favorite black Adidas jacket, which falls perfectly on the middle of your thighs.

"Hey, you found my jacket! I looked for it everywhere this morning, where did you find it?"

You looked down at the jacket and smiled. "Well.. It was on my side of the closet, so I guess it's mine now." Jisung raises his eyebrows as he pulls you closer to wrap his arms around your waist.

"Oh, is that so?" he says playfully.

"Mhmm," you giggle. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him. Jisung breaks the kiss to say, "It looks better on you anyway," before connecting his lips on yours once again.

As the kiss deepens, he slowly pushes you until your back hits the wall. His hands roaming freely, sneaking inside the jacket to feel the curves of your body before giving your ass a squeeze, earning a yelp from you. A minute passed and both of you pulled away to catch your breath. Jisung rests his forehead against yours, hands never leaving your body.

"Feeling a bit handsy, hm?" you ask teasingly as you play with the hair on his nape.

"Can't help it. I have a surprise for you, baby. But, I have to clean it before we can use it, just to be safe," he said.

Your tilt your head to the side, looking up at him, "Oohh what kind of surprise?" Jisung smirks, "Go wait for me on the couch, I'll be right back."

He gives you a peck on the lips before letting you go, slapping your ass playfully as you walk. You sit on the couch, excited for the surprise Jisung has for you. Not long after, you hear Jisung's footsteps getting closer.

"All done! Before I show you, can you please just close your eyes for me?"

You close your eyes and you hear Jisung walking around the couch. He suddenly lifts you up with ease, making you squeal in surprise. He sits both of you on the couch with you sitting on top of his left thigh, slightly flinching at the strange object poking the inside of your thighs.

"Okay, you can take a look now!" You open your eyes and look down to see a very strange looking pad strapped on his thigh.

"Ji, what is this?" You run your fingers over the tentacles.

"I saw this on tiktok the other day and I know how much you love to grind on my thigh, so I bought it to try with you," he explains enthusiastically. You smile and bite your lower lip, stomach fluttering from the excitement and at his thoughtfulness.

"Let's not wait any longer then," you say before leaning in for a kiss.

Jisung's hands grips your ass, slowly massaging the cheeks with his palms, making you hum into the kiss. You can feel him tugging on your panties impatiently. He was about to rip it off, but you were quick to stop him. Quickly pulling away and getting up from his lap.

"Wait, no! This is one of my most comfy pairs!" You hook your fingers on the waistband of your panties to pull it down. Jisung laughs in disbelief, leaving soft kisses along your thighs as he helps you.

"Sorry, I've been thinking about this the entire day. The package arrived not long after I left and I couldn't wait to try it," he says, grinning as he looks up to see you.

You giggle at his story, "Ohh, Jisung, you're so cute when you're all impatient."

"Giggle all you want, I was literally so close to ditching practice and run back home." Jisung unclasped the strap to turn on the vibration switch and strapped it back to his thigh. He grabbed the bottle of lube next to him and poured it all over the toy evenly.

"Well, then. I think we should make up for lost time."

You grab onto Jisung's shoulder as you position yourself on his thigh again, letting out a soft sigh of relief when you feel the vibration from the toy. You bite back a moan as you start to slowly grind against the tentacles.

"Don't hold back, baby. I want to hear your pretty moans."

He slightly lifts up the jacket and holds it on your waist to have a clear view of your pussy, swearing under his breath as you start to pick up the pace. You moan out from the stimulation, hands gripping Jisung's shoulders. Jisung leans in to leave kisses on your neck trailing down to your chest before unzipping the jacket completely. He smirks when he sees that you're not wearing any bra underneath.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel Jisung's plump lips around one of your nipples and rolling the other one between his fingers. His tongue flicking back and forth against the hardened bud before doing the same with the other, the sudden cold air sends shivers down your spine.

"S-shit, it feels so good," you say with a shaky voice.

Jisung leans his head against the backrest, the vibration from the toy is enough to make him dizzy from the sensation. He's so hard he can feel his cock twitching in his pants, especially with the view in front of him. Jaw dropping with moans spilling from your mouth, eyes closing as you grind on his thigh, wearing nothing but his jacket, which hangs loosely from your figure. Fuck, the sight itself could make him cum untouched. He would flutter his eyes close every time your knee brushes against his bulge. His breath gets shallow as he becomes more and more aroused. You move your hips faster as you start to feel the familiar knot in your stomach.

"Fuck, baby. You look so pretty like this. Riding my thigh so desperately like a little slut," he paused. "I can't stop thinking about you, I kept getting in trouble for not focusing during practice."

He notices that your moves start to get sloppy, so he puts his hands on your hips to help guide you, while pushing your hips down as well to apply more pressure to your clit.

"Oh my- fuck, I'm so close."

"That's it, baby, cum for me."

You moan loudly as you reach your climax, dropping your body on top of Jisung. Digging your nails on his shoulder as you ride out your high, making him hiss in pain. Once you come down from your high, you lift your hips weakly to sit on Jisung's thigh that is not covered with the pad, leaving a wet patch on his pants from your release. He rubs your back as he waits for you to catch your breath. When you start to calm down, you lift your head to kiss Jisung.

"That was intense," you giggle. Jisung smiles, "you have no idea how hard you make me just from watching you." You push yourself up to look at his situation. Jisung let out a loud moan when your knees bump against his cock, the prominent bulge almost looks painful.

"My turn now."

Jisung grabs your waist and pushes you down gently on the couch while getting down on his knees as well. A soft moan falls from your lips at the sight of his toned body as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere across the room. He leaves kisses on the inside of your thigh, inching closer to your center. You suck in a sharp breath when he suddenly licks a stripe up your slit, collecting your release on his tongue. He groans from the taste of you.

You lift your head to see him looking up at you and you swear you see his eyes darken. He smirks before flattening his tongue, your hips jerking up as his tongue brushes against your clit. You try to wiggle away as you're still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Jisung clicked his tongue in annoyance before hooking his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, holding you in place as he pressed his tongue on your clit again. You whimper, pulling on his hair to push him away, but he did not budge at all.

"Don't even think about stopping me, baby." He says lowly, his deep voice laced with warning.

He closed his lips on your clit and sucked the sensitive bud, making your legs tremble from the overstimulation as he continued. Slowly, your whimpers turn to moans, and the hand pulling on his hair is now pushing his head closer. Jisung hums in satisfaction around your clit, the vibration making you moan loudly. He looks up at you through his lashes, palms moving up to grip your tits. Just as you start to feel close, he suddenly stops and pulls his lips away from your clit. Hips humping the air at the sudden loss, making you whimper.

"No, don't stop! Please, I'm so close," you begged, tears pricking in your eyes.

"Get up." He says as he stands up and pulls you along with him. Your legs felt like jelly, causing you to almost fall over if Jisung hadn't caught you. Once he's sure he got a nice hold on you, he bends down slightly to take off the strap from his thigh and places it on the edge of the couch backrest.

"Go straddle the couch and I want your ass facing me," he says, dominance can be heard from his tone.

You turn to face your back against him and straddle the couch. You position yourself on top of the pad and bend over to give Jisung a clear view of your soaking pussy, your arms supporting your upper body. As you lower yourself on the pad, you feel Jisung's index finger running over your slit while you move your hips against the tentacles.

You let out a surprised yelp as he pushed two fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making you dizzy. He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you while his other hand goes to stroke his bulging cock, biting down on his lower lip from the slightest stimulation.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum again, baby." Jisung adds one more finger inside you when he felt you clench around his fingers, determined on making you cum one more time before fucking you dumb.

A loud moan left your lips when you reach your second climax, hips jerking uncontrollably as you ride out your high. Jisung pumps his fingers a few more times before pulling out. You turn your head back to look at him just as he was taking off his boxers, where traces of arousal can be seen. Your pussy clenched when his cock slapped against his lower abdomen. The sight of his thick veiny cock making your mouth water. You can feel yourself getting aroused again, even though you had just come down from your second orgasm of the night.

"Like what you see?" Jisung smirked as he pumped his cock with the hand that was inside of you, rubbing the arousal all over his cock while his other hand massages your ass cheek.

"You know I always do, baby." You bite your lip and press your clit against the pad, moaning from the stimulation. Jisung positions himself behind you, pressing the tip of his cock up and down against your slit, using your wetness as a lubricant.

"Baby, please. Stop teasing me," you whine.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Patience, princess." He kisses your shoulder and leaves a trail of it along your back.

"I want to take my time with you," he says in a low voice.

You whine in protest as you feel your pussy throb with need, feeling the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. "Please, I need you so bad."

"Will you be a good girl for me?" he asks teasingly.

"Jisungie, please! I'll be so good for you, I promise," you cry out in frustration. He finally pushes his cock inside of you, making both of you moan in relief, his huge cock stretching you deliciously. Jisung hisses at the warm sensation around his cock.

"Fuck, always so tight for me."

He drops his head on your shoulder as he bottoms out fully, giving you time to adjust to his big size. No matter how many times you've had sex with Jisung, you can never get used to how big he is. Once you've adjusted, you move your hips slightly as a signal to Jisung. He almost pulled out completely before slamming his cock back in, thrusting roughly. Your body jerks forward from the impact and you moan out loudly.

His hands gripping your sides, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts. Only the sound of skin slapping, your broken moans, and Jisung's heavy breathing can be heard in the living room, along with the soft buzz from the vibrator.

You swear under your breath as Jisung's hands reach down to play with your tits, toying with the nipple before pulling your upper body to hold you close to him. You lay your head against his shoulder, your left hand reaches around Jisung's head to pull on his hair and your other hand grips his arm. Jisung lets out a deep growl when he feels you clenching around his cock, signaling that you're close.

"Are you close, baby?"

You answer with a nod, unable to think properly. He clicked his tongue at your response, "use your words, or you're not coming at all." His thrust slows down waiting for your response, making you cry in frustration.

"No, Jisung please, don't slow down. I'm so close!"

You feel the air getting knocked out of you as Jisung slams his hips against you to pick up the pace. With him hitting your sweet spot each thrust, the vibrating tentacles rubbing against your swollen clit, and Jisung toying with your nipples, it doesn't take long until you feel the familiar knot in your stomach.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum," you say weakly to Jisung.

"No."

"Please, I can't-" Jisung cuts you off as he puts one of his hands around your throat, putting enough pressure to block your airways.

"Yes, you can. Hold on a bit longer for me, baby, I'm close too."

You can feel Jisung's thrust getting sloppier as he is reaching his climax. Your grip on his hair tightens as a choked sob falls from your lips, unable to deny your orgasm any longer. Jisung lets out a breathy laugh at the sight of you crying.

"Look at you, so pretty crying over my cock. Does my cock make you feel good, hm? You like it when I fuck you dumb like this?" You clench around his cock as a response, a deep growl falls from his lips.

"Cum for me, princess. You've been such a good girl," he says as he releases the grip on your throat.

You scream from the intense climax, body convulsing in pleasure as you clench tightly around Jisung once again, triggering his own release. Jisung shoots his cum deep inside you, groaning loudly as he thrusts slowly to ride out both of your highs.

He holds your body close to him and kisses your forehead before letting you go. Your upper body falls forward onto the couch backrest, giving Jisung access to dig his fingers under the silicone pad and turn off the vibration switch. You suck in a sharp breath when Jisung pulls out, flinching from overstimulation. He lets out a groan at the sight of your releases mixing together and dripping onto the pad. Your hips jerked as he collects the releases in his fingers and pushed it back inside of you.

You can barely keep your eyes open as Jisung helps you down from the couch and carries you in his arms to the bedroom. He lays you down gently on the bed and throws a blanket over you to keep you warm as he runs you a bath. He also went back to the living room to grab the discarded clothes and the grinder pad to clean later.

Once the bath is ready, he carries you in first before going in as well. He pulls your body close to him, so you can lean against his chest. You let out a sigh as the warm water relaxes your muscles. Both of you bathe quietly before Jisung breaks the silence.

"So, what do you think of your surprise?"

You turn to face him and smile, "I loved it, baby. Thank you." Jisung returns your smile and leans in for a sweet kiss.

"Was I too rough earlier?" he asks carefully.

"Nothing I can't handle, don't worry."

He smiles before kissing you again. You stay in the bath a little bit longer before drying off. Jisung goes to the closet to grab pajamas for both of you, while you sit on the bed waiting for him. He hands you your pajamas and a fresh pair of underwear before putting on his own.

After you're both done, Jisung switches the lights off before climbing into bed. You snuggle against Jisung, laying your head on his chest as he holds you close. He pulls the comforter over the two of you. You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard Jisung call your name.

"You wanna know something?" he asks quietly.

"Tell me."

Jisung bites back a smile before answering, "I wasn't lying when I said you look so pretty crying over my cock."

You open your eyes and gasp, tilting your head to look at him, "Hey!"

Jisung laughs at your reaction, "It's true! You should've seen yourself."

You roll your eyes, trying to hold back the smile. "Shut up and go to sleep, Jisung." You say as you lay your head back on his chest and close your eyes.

"I'm definitely fucking you in front of a mirror next time," he whispers under his breath, which earns him a slap on the chest from you.

"Jisung!"

"Ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop!"

thanks for reading! any kind of feedback would be much appreciated<3333

#be-my-sunrise #thea's writings #rattling the bars of my cage as we speak #jisung smut #park jisung smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #jisung x reader #park jisung x reader

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leosxrealm · 3 months

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ʜɪꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴘᴀᴄᴋ

pairing(s): hanma shuji x male! reader

warning(s): none!! just soft hanma and one suggestive joke at the end. word vomit tbh, requested

request: Hi there! Could I maybe ask for hanma asking male!reader to come with him on a night ride but reader is a bit nervous because he's never been on a motorbike before? Whichever format is fine, choose what fits you best <3

(a/n): at some point, i just started rambling in here. it’s not my best work :| this definitely could’ve been better

wc: 900+

!not proofread!

8:59

"what's got your panties in a twist?" hanma looks up from his phone to the source of the voice. chonbo just stands there looking at him. did he really think he was gonna get an answer? hanma glares at the younger member. he really wasn't in the mood.

chonbo pulls a disgusted look, "love doesn't suit you," he says ending his sentence with a fake gag. of course, chonbo could tell it was something serious, hanma looked worried. even if his face was as solid as stone, his eyes said everything he never would. his eyes told chonbo that he was worried.

ha, what a joke. hanma "the reaper" shuji, worried, because his precious boyfriend hasn't replied to him yet. chonbo walks out of the abandoned building, leaving hanma behind. this side of hanma scares the shit out of him. and he had better things to do anyway.

hanma looks back at his phone. he exits the messages app, then opens it up again, like that was gonna do something. suddenly his phone rings and he picks it up without a single second of hesitation.

"shuji-"

"where are you?" he cuts you off before you can even greet him. he heard a chuckle from the other side before you responded.

"i'm still at school. the practice went on longer than i thought it would. sorry i didn't read your texts before."

"stay there," he tells you over the phone, disregarding your apology, "i'll be there in 10 minutes."

"shuji-"

"i'm on my way, baby, see you in 10," he says as he hangs up the phone. he walks out of the old building towards his motorcycle. quickly hopping on it, he leaves before anyone can ask him anything.

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he had reached your school gates in less than 10 minutes. patiently waiting for you by the gates. you run over to him when you spot your giant of a boyfriend leaning against his bike.

you give him a quick side hug as you two still weren't out publically. people in your school still didn't know you liked guys like that. as much as you would love to announce him as your boyfriend publically, you knew people weren't the kindest when it came to homosexuality.

you didn't realize you had zoned out staring at his motorbike until he snapped his fingers in front of your face to get your attention. "whatcha thinkin'?" he asks when he notices that he now has your attention.

"why did you bring your bike?" you answer him with a question of your own. usually, he would be in the neighborhood and just walk to your school. it seemed to catch him a little off guard before he straightens up, giving you a boyish grin. "how else was i supposed to come here, sweetheart?" he says, his voice laced with sarcasm.

you deadpan at him, punching his arm. "come on," he says, extending his arm towards you, a helmet loosely dangling from his fingertips. you look at the helmet, before looking at him.

"it won't bite," he teases you, giving you an encouraging smile. you mumble something in response and he has to physically bend to listen to you better. "i've never been on a motorcycle before," you say, shying away from him.

he grins at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges. he pulls you closer by tugging at your arm. "there's a first for everything, wouldn't you say?" he says softly, gently pulling the helmet over your head. he gives your helmet a kiss before shutting the visor and getting on the bike.

you just stand there not knowing what to do. he laughs before gesturing for you to get on behind him. you do as he says, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso. he laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hand to his lips, he leaves a feathery kiss on your knuckles.

"don't worry, i won't let anything happen to my backpack," he smiles, you couldn't see it but you felt it. he lets your hand drop to its previous position. he starts up his bike, going slow at first, to ease you into it. he takes one hand off the handles to hold yours, "i'm gonna go a little faster, alright?"

squeezing your hand gently, he revs up the engine, speeding through the bustling city. you look around in awe, you kind of understand now why hanma liked going on bike rides so much. maybe he'll take you again if you ask him?

you smile when your favourite convenience store comes into your field of vision. the motorcycle comes to a stop, and you hop off it, hanma following your actions. he holds your hands, leading you into the convenience store.

"you enjoyed it?" he asks, referring to your very first motorcycle ride. "it wasn't that bad," you shrug, turning your head away to look at the snacks neatly displayed on the shelves. "i can see your smile, ya know?" he asks with a laugh. "no. you can't," you deny, but couldn't help but smile again afterward.

he comes up behind you, putting his hands on your waist, gently swaying you. he starts humming a song he had heard earlier. "we're in a store, shuji," you say, turning to look at him. "and? who cares?" he grins at you, leaning down a little, "now come one, gimme a kiss. been waiting all day for it."

you laugh at his antics, pecking his lips, before shrugging off his hands and walking towards the register. "is that all?" the cashier asks. "yeah, thanks," you leave the store with shuji in tow.

"wanna learn how to ride a bike?" he questions when you reach his bike.

"haha nope"

"why not?"

"are you actually crazy?"

"no, just crazily in love with you"

"choke"

"we do that in bed, darlin”

"SHUJI-"

#soft hanma is everything #i wanna go on a bike ride with him too but i know this bitch would purposely tryna make me fall #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev x male reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma x male reader #hanma x reader #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x male reader #shuji hanma #shuji hanma x reader #shuji hanma x male reader #gay #x male reader #leo’s works #leosxrealm

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sukunaslilmuffin · 4 months

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How JJK Men react when you're sad.

Sukuna, Megumi, Yuji, Gojo, and Toji. Fluffy =)

Yuji: He'll immediately run over and hold your face gently in the palms of his hands. He'll rub small circles into your cheeks while asking you what's wrong. He'll wrap you in a blanket like a little burrito while putting on your favorite comfort movie. He'll gather snacks from the pantry and feed them to you while you watch the movie. He'll wrap his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. placing light kisses on your forehead. "I love you okay? I've got you, my love."

Toji: Despite his tough exterior this man would drop everything to comfort you. He'd hug you in his strong arms while rubbing your back. He'd wipe your tears away with his thumbs and kiss your cheeks gently. He'd rest his forehead on yours while rubbing your shoulders. He's not great with words so he'd hold you in silence, slowly caressing your sides while you cry into his chest. "You're okay baby, I'm here."

Gojo: You are this man's princess. He will hold you in his arms and kiss your face all over, whispering to you all the things he loves about you. From your small smile, to your laugh, and the way you make him feel. He'd turn on your favorite show to watch together while he runs off to the store to buy you chocolates and flowers. When he returns he'll make you dinner and tea. He'll lay down on the couch with you between his legs as he plays with your hair and kisses the top of your head. "I'm sorry you're sad baby, what can I do to make it better?" "There's that smile I love so much."

Megumi: Will frown and kiss your lips softly. He'll scan your body for any physical injuries before gently holding you against him. He'll rub his nose slowly against yours while holding your face. He'll summon his dogs so they can lick your face and jump all over you. He knows how much you love playing with the pups and he'll let you do it for hours. He'll tuck you into bed, snuggling up close to you while your head rests on his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your hip. He'll ask if you're ready to talk about it, and if not he'll keep holding you until you are. "Whenever you're ready love, I'm here to listen. Take your time, I'm here."

Sukuna: He'll lift your arms and move your face around to check for injuries. He'll ask you a hundred times who it was and if you want him to go ruin their life. When you shake your head no he'll pull you into his chest and whisper how he'll find them anyways while petting your head. He'll sit you down on his lap while you watch your comfort movie, giving you light kisses on your neck while resting his chin on your shoulder. He'll wrap his arms around your waist holding you closely to him. He'll nuzzle into your neck every so often as he leans you back against his broad chest. Once you're asleep, he'll tuck you into bed and place a kiss on your forehead before he leaves the apartment. "Don't worry hun, they'll never hurt you again, I'll make sure of it."

#ryomen sukuna #gojo saturo #yuji itadori #fushiguro megumi #toji fushiguro #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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jmdbjk · 5 months

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Stuck With U

Ok my brain unglitched.

This song, "Stuck With U" was released in 2020. A male/female duet. I'm not an Ariana or Justin Beiber fan and I can promise you I've never paid attention to this song. When I watched, completely mesmerized, as Jimin flowed through this dance choreography, I had no idea this was a 2020 song. I wasn't even paying attention to it, he had me hypnotized.

But nothing is a coincidence with Jimin.

Earlier today, I was talking to my bestie and said that today's #ThisIsJimin clip was 2019 Jimin, only older and wiser.

And then to realize this is a 2020 song...

He went back to rediscover himself at a time when he felt he had the world in his hands.

Lyrics as he begins laying face down:

I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby

Perhaps self-reflection, the thrumming of the fingers in contemplation, waking up, his hand comes to life and starts reaching out beyond his prone self, tapping his knee to activate it.

There's nowhere we need to be No, no, no I'ma get to know you better Kinda hope we're here forever There's nobody on these streets If you told me that the world's ending Ain't no other way that I could spend it

He has no choice, doesn't matter what's going on around him, he has to let his art come to life. So he awakens it bit by bit, pulling each piece back to him.

Oh, oh, oh, oh Got all this time in my hands Might as well cancel our plans (yeah) I could stay here forever

A surge of movement and motivation as he revels in his happy place:

So lock the door And throw out the key Can't fight this no more It's just you and me

Summoning all the parts of his essence to come back to him and then he embraces them to himself (the joy on his face!!!):

And there's nothing I, nothing I, I can do I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you So go ahead and drive me insane

Reaching out and pulling his hands back to his body as if capturing piece by piece and bringing his essence back to his soul and making his heart beat fully.

Baby, run your mouth I still wouldn't change being stuck with you Stuck with you, stuck with you I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

Finally reaching above his head and pulling his fist back to his chest and laying down in relief, arms open, face to the sky.

It's an expression of rediscovering dance as the center of who he is. Rediscovering, re-embracing himself through dance.

He is constantly wanting to show us different sides of himself and there was a point in time (2019-2020) when he was mid-thought and everything had to stop.

He is now pulled all of that back to him. I'm so excited for him and whatever he is about to show us in his new work, whenever that may be.

Anyway... sometimes I think too much. It's just Jimin being Jimin. I'LL TAKE IT AND LOVE IT!

#yes i'm a crazy person #that was a bit much wasnt it?#jimin #ThisIsJimin #maybe its not that deep #jimins art is always deeper than we realize

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alexfromjersey · 7 months

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𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 & 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: it's jenna's last day in new york. jah contemplates a career move

warnings: mature language, a male

a/n: imma be honest with y’all….I lost all the creativity for this book. I was struggling to find a path for it but I found one and I hope you guys enjoy it. (Vc: sensei.klx on TikTok)

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THE NEXT DAY

"Our baby is big as a lemon right now. At this stage, our baby's intestines and vocal cords are developing. Tiny bones are also beginning to form in the arms and legs. This is so fascinating" Jenna gushed as she leaned more into your side.

You were currently focused on the intense game of baseball as your feet were propped on your coffee table. The two of you were enjoying each other's company until Jenna had to leave for London to film Beetlejuice 2 later tonight.

"Are we going to have a baby shower?" You asked.

"Yeah just a small one though and a little more into my pregnancy, maybe when I'm around 30 weeks" Jenna answered.

You nodded at your girlfriend. Your attention is then stolen by the Yankees vs. Padres baseball game on the TV. Jenna continued looking at the information the pregnancy app provided on her phone. Suddenly, the buzzer to your apartment goes off. You go to the buzzer, "Who is it?"

"Yuh Mada" Delyse responded. You buzz your mother in and unlock the door so she can come in. You then sat back down next to Jenna. A few minutes later, Del burst into the apartment with multiple bags in her hands.

You sighed, "Ma what is all that?"

"Nothing for you, some of this is for Jenna and...maybe the baby. Anyway, Jenna since you are leaving tonight I packed you a little pregnancy kit. I got you some prenatal vitamins, ginger & peppermint for any nausea you may get, and raspberry leaves for your iron and it can increase milk production if you decide to breastfeed" Del listed off.

Jenna's heart swelled at your mother's thoughtfulness, "Thank you so much Ms. Delyse. I appreciate this."

"Oh sweetie, us mothers have to stick together and watch over one another" Del smiled at the young woman.

"Do I get anything?" You ask.

"You get a non-cranky baby mother" Del replied to you.

You playfully glare at your mother. Del handed Jenna the bag of her stuff and sat opposite the couple. The buzzer to your apartment goes off again. You groan in frustration and confusion about who it could be.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"Davis" Davis answered. You buzzed him in and sat in your spot again. Soon after, Davis walks in with a flyer in his hand.

"Hey, Ms. Del I haven't seen you in a minute. How was Jamaica?" Davis asked.

"Wonderful. I needed that vacation" Del answered.

"I feel that. I need a vacation too. I haven't been on one in months" Davis said and sat in the empty spot next to you and Jenna.

"We should plan to go to the Bahamas" You suggest.

"Oh let's do it I've always wanted to go to the Bahamas," Davis said.

You then notice the flyer in his hand, "What's that?"

"Oh, that's why I came over here. This is a music competition, winner gets a five million dollar record deal with Passion Records. I saw that Twitter video of you singing, you should sign up" Davis proposed.

"Nah I'm good" You declined.

Davis looked at you in shock, "What? Why not?"

"I don't wanna be under another label. I've done it before and it went sideways. I don't want people telling me what music to make or getting the majority of the money I worked hard for" You explained and shrugged your shoulders.

"But it can expose you to different opportunities so you can propel yourself properly in the industry. You don't have to stay under a label forever" Davis said.

You sighed, "I don't know I'll think about it."

"Well, you better think about it sooner than later. The deadline to submit your demo is in two weeks" Davis informed you and handed you the flyer.

You read over it and the information on the paper. Submission deadline ends on June 15th at 11:59 pm. Any type of music is accepted but it has to be under three minutes. Five million dollar record label with Passion Records. You heard about the label, but before signing with the local one, you tried numerous times to get a rep. to listen to your music. You never got a response from them. But now you have a chance to finally pursue your dream of being a global sensation in music. A dream you've had since you were 8 and went to your first concert.

Maybe it would be a great opportunity.

"We still going to the courts around 1?" Davis asked.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Sisqo owes me my $50 from the last game" You said.

"What's the courts?" Jenna questioned.

"Basketball courts around the corner from her. Me and Davis always play a pickup game with some friends from the block every Friday" You answered.

"Oh, can I come?" Jenna asked.

"Of course. You can see me whoop some ass in basketball" You smirked.

🤰🏻🩵

"Jah!" You heard Davis yell from your right. Your eyes glance at Davis who was getting pressed by his defender. You knew if you passed it to him, he was either going to lose the ball or shoot and miss. You were down by 2 and if the other team scored it was game over. You had to play smart.

You pass it to Davis but you sprinted behind him to shake your defender. You were successful and got to the corner where Davis passed it to you. You caught it and immediately shot a three. You watched as it swished in the net, winning you the game.

"Yeah, buddy!" You exclaimed excitedly.

Jenna clapped and cheered on the sidelines while you and Davis dapped each other up. She sat back down in her seat while you started talking to the other team. She was surprised she even sat through the whole basketball game. She was more into soccer than any other sport but pick-up basketball was entertaining.

"Mind if I sit here?" A soft voice brought Jenna out of her thoughts. She looked to her right and saw an angelic woman. She looked like a Disney princess.

"No, no go for it" Jenna smiled. She grabbed her book from beside her but she felt eyes burning into the side of her head. She looked and saw the woman staring at her with recognition in her eyes.

"My apologies for staring at you but I love your work. Wednesday is currently my favorite series right now. You also did your thing in the Scream movies" The woman complimented.

"Thank you so much" Jenna gave the woman another smile.

"You know I never expected to run into you in the Bronx. This is the last place I ever thought" The woman chuckled.

Jenna nervously chuckled, "Yeah...just hanging and watching some basketball."

She didn't want to deal with a fan's pressing questions. She knew she should've put her disguise on. But luckily, Jenna relaxed a little when she saw you look at the woman with recognition in her eyes. Jenna watched as you tapped Davis rapidly on his arm and pointed toward the bleachers.

"Yo Diana, I ain't know you were gon' be here" You smiled and gave her a side hug.

Davis, on the other hand, was staring at her like a lovesick puppy.

"Yeah I was just walking by and I saw the two of you. Thought I'd stop and say hello...hey Davis" Diana smiled at Davis.

"H-Hey Diana" Davis nervously waved back.

You and Jenna smirked at each other while watching. Davis is a nervous mess in front of Diana.

"Oh Jenna, this is Diana, Diana this is Jenna. The three of us went to school together along with her twin sister Stacey" You said.

At the mention of the name Stacey, jealousy flushed through her as she remembered the night of the Met Gala. The beautiful girl that was attached to your hip like glue all night, posting you any chance she got.

"How is Stacey?" You asked.

"Good. She went back to Spelman last week but she'll be back for summer break" Diana told you. You nodded, took a sip of your water, and sat in front of Jenna.

"Word? I ain't know she got into Spelman. What is she going for?" You asked.

"Major in Music and minor in Theatre & Performance. Same as me just at a different school" Diana answered.

Unconsciously, you leaned back in between Jenna's legs. She placed her head on top of yours and her arms on your shoulders.

Diana smirked, "Y'all are cute together."

"I'm cute all the time" You playfully said.

"Mhmm I don't know about that. You have your moments" Jenna commented.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa you gon' do me like that babe. That's wild" You exclaimed.

"All I said was you have your moments. We got our moments too" Jenna defended playfully. Diana let out a giggle at the two of you.

"Speaking of cute, you should holla at Davis. Don't think I don't see the way you keep glancing over at him" You smirk.

"Uh...I don't know. I just got out of a relationship, a bad one at that. I don't think I'm ready for another one just yet" Diana vacillated.

"You don't have to jump into another relationship. I'm just saying to you know talk to him and become friends. But if you don't wanna do it, that's fine I'm not gonna force you or anything" You said.

Diana glanced at Davis again who looked up this time from his bag and smiled at her. She looked down to hide the blush that appeared on her cheeks. She then went into her purse and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote her number and walked down the bleaches.

"I have to go but call me whenever you aren't busy" Diana smiled at him and placed the paper in his hands. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking off the court.

"I'm the best wingwoman ever aren't I" You smiled.

"Uh I've seen better" Jenna shrugged.

You suck your teeth as she laughed, "You a hater bruh."

🤰🏻🩵

"Tap, tap, and then we lock our middle fingers. End it off with a fist bump and touch thumbs" You explain to Jenna and demonstrate the handshake you guys just came up with. The two of you came back from the basketball courts and went back to Jenna's hotel room so the actress could finish packing.

"I don't want to leave" Jenna pouted as the both of you sat on the floor against her bed. It was getting closer to the time for Jenna to leave for the airport and she was having a hard time. The both of you were really, you just kept to yourself.

"You could always call me you know. No matter the time, I'll always pick up for you" You said sincerely.

Truth be told, it was nice to finally have someone around. Someone new.

“You'll pick up at any time?" Jenna questioned amused.

"Yep. I'm an insomniac so 9 times out of ten I'll be up doing absolutely nothing productive" You chuckled.

Jenna giggled, "I'm going hold you to that."

The two of them sat in a comfortable silence looking out at the sun setting sky. Neither of you uttered a word but your eyes slowly drifted to the woman next to you. The orange color bounced off her skin beautifully, making her freckles pop even more than before. You've seen your fair share of beautiful women but nothing compared to her.

"Take a picture it'll last longer" Jenna spoke softly.

You pulled your phone and quickly captured a picture of the actress.

Jenna chuckled, "No way, you actually took a picture."

"You told me too. Now, I have an exclusive picture of Jenna Ortega. Should I sell it to these paparazzi weirdos?" You joked.

"Do it. I bet you'll make a fortune" Jenna replied.

Suddenly, a ding is heard from Jenna's phone. She grabbed it from the nightstand and sighed as she looked at the person who texted her.

Nancy The Manager: we're outside

Jenna pouted as she read the message. She was hoping she got at least another hour with you but the universe didn't want to lift her spirits.

"They're here" Jenna grumbled.

You stood up from the floor and slipped on your slides. You grabbed her bags and Jenna got her airport outfit on. She checked to make sure she had everything before the two of you walked to the elevator.

After the elevator takes you to the hotel parking garage, you help place her bags in the trunk before you turn to her.

"I'm going to miss you" Jenna sniffled.

"Imma miss you too Hollywood" You pouted. The two of you hug each other tightly, not wanting to let go. But before she left, you bent down to be level with her small protruding stomach.

"Aight listen, it's just gon' be you and momma for a couple of months. You two take care of each other, if she is overworking herself, you better tell her to sit her ass down somewhere" You added, "Mama loves you and I'll be waiting here for the both of you to come back." You kiss her stomach and stand up.

"Why would you do that? Now I'm crying" Jenna cried and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes.

You chuckled, "I just to let it be known."

Jenna wiped the tears from her face and climbed into the SUV.

"Call or text whenever you land," You said.

"I will" Jenna reassured.

You then step back from the SUV. Big L climbs into the driver's side and after a moment pulls off. Jenna blew you a kiss which you caught and you waited until you couldn't see them anymore to walk to your car and eventually left the hotel.

The journey to the airport was a quiet one. Jenna was scrolling through her social media, which is rare for the girl. Music was blasting in her ears as she didn't want to engage with anyone, especially Hudson. She was still furious with the male after the stunt he pulled with her family. She didn't even spare him a glance as she got into the SUV, which stung him a little.

After almost an hour, Jenna finally arrived at Teterboro Airport. She was flying private this time and she didn't know why but she was secretly thankful that she didn't have to deal with the regular airport this time.

Everyone checked in and was walking to the private jet. It was small and nothing too extravagant which she liked. She just wanted to get from point A to point B safely.

The young actress was the first to step onto the plane but halted in her steps as she came face to face with someone she didn't want to see.

"Ah, nice to see you again Jenna. It's been a long time" Corneilo smiled at the girl.

Jenna looked behind her at Nancy and Hudson and saw the same shocked look on their faces.

"Please settle down and let's prepare for take-off," Neil said and pointed to the seat in front of him.

Jenna hesitated before slowly sitting in the seat in front of him, "You usually don't do in-person meetings."

"Yeah, but we have much to discuss. Things that couldn't be said over a video chat" Neil shrugged.

Nancy and Hudson hurriedly took a seat behind the two. Jenna was on edge, she was tense in her seat and she wanted nothing more than to be in your comfort again.

"Champagne?" Neil offered.

"No I'm good" Jenna declined.

The Cuban man nodded and down his glass of champagne before pouring himself another.

"What do we have to discuss?" Jenna asked impatiently.

Neil grinned, "I'm sure you know Jenna."

Jenna unconsciously hooked her arms around her stomach. She knew the man in front of her was unpredictable, she needed to be on guard the whole time.

"Do you remember why the court signed that paper Jenna?" Neil questioned.

"Because they wanted to keep the tradition going of a man ruling over a woman's life" Jenna retorted.

Neil let out a breathy laugh, "No...it's because you're reckless. That paper was designed to save you. Save you from the destructive road you were speeding down. The same road you found yourself back on."

Jenna didn't respond to him, just glared at him.

"20 years old and pregnant with a child by a talentless rat from the hood at the top of her career. Do you know how that makes me look? That I can't keep my clients in check because they do whatever they want to" Neil hissed.

"I care less about how it makes you look" Jenna snapped at the older man.

This makes Neil snap, at the speed of lighting he reaches over the table and grabs Jenna by her throat. Jenna tried to pull his hand away from her but was unsuccessful.

"You seem to forget who's in charge here. I'm the one in charge. I have the final say in what you can and cannot do, and who you can and cannot be with. I own you, Jenna. So when I tell you to jump, you ask how high. No sassy comeback, no attitude. Nothing." Neil snarled.

“Let her go Neil” Hudson glared at the older boy.

Neil’s eyes then snapped to Hudson. He let go of Jenna who was breathing heavily with tears running down her face. The older male then made his way to Hudson. He stopped just a breath away from him.

“Little Hudson Maverick, rich daddy’s boy that doesn’t know when to mind his business. A flaw of his that’s going to get him into some trouble in the future. How is mommy doing by the way? She still seeing that private exercise trainer on Thursdays and Saturdays during your father’s meetings?” Neil taunted the boy.

Nancy stood up from her seat, “That’s enough Corneilo.”

Neil then turned to look at the woman with a smirk on his face. He opens his mouth to say something but an alarm goes off on his watch.

“Hmph, dodge a bullet there Nancy” Neil commented. He smoothed out his suit and looked at them with a smile, "Enjoy the flight." He then left the private jet.

Once he left, Nancy slid next to Jenna. The young actress then gripped her shirt as she sobbed into her side.

a/n: y’all going to hate me…and possibly not hate me a little bit after 🙂

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sqquidzz · 7 months

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"As Long as I'm Here, No One Can Hurt You."

Sanemi x Child!Reader (PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP)

Summary: Sanemi had found you while he was on a mission chasing a demon, covered in the blood of your own family and crying in your house all alone. He decided to "adopt" you and give you a new home.

Tags: Fluff, slight gore in backstory, Sanemi is a good parent, trauma, PTSD, slight mentions of past abuse, soft Sanemi, protective Sanemi, Y/N reminds Sanemi of Genya, loss of parents, adopting, some sadness, swearing, insults (but Sanemi doesn't really mean it) etc.

A/N: Hello readers! I'm so sorry to those following me that I haven't posted as often as I probably should, I just got writers block and lost all my motivation and I forgot to post something for you guys. I hope this will make up for it. I have not written fluff yet, so I'm hoping you guys will have some improvements for me if there are any. And also, thank you to those who are following me, I really appreciate it! About the story now, PLEASE do NOT read this as a sexual relationship, this is only a PLATONIC relationship. But anyways, enjoy!

"Get back here, you brat!"

Sanemi was currently chasing you around the house. After a long year of going on missions, Sanemi finally had a break day. Of course, meaning that he could spend that day taking care of you. And coming back to the scene before us, Sanemi swerves around tables and chairs, trying to get you to get back into your room. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, you were also wearing no clothes.

"Nanana Boo Boo!" you giggle as he dives to catch you, but you jump out of the way, blowing a raspberry at his face, snickering as you run away once again and hide, leaving Sanemi wheezing on the floor from chasing you around.

"You better get back into your room you piece of shit, or else I'll kill you!" Sanemi barks as he rises from the floor, getting up and dusting his pants before searching for you.

"Oi, you better not be fooling around my room you little fuck!" Sanemi yells as he searches your room and comes out empty handed.

However, as he approaches his room, he hears quiet sobs through the closed door. Now Sanemi is getting a little concerned.

"Y/N...?" he calls out gently as he opens the door, the door creaking slightly. He ends up finding you on the opposite side of his bed, curled up into a ball, face in your knees as you cry silently, sobs racking your small frame.

"Hey buddy... what's wrong?" Sanemi asks quietly as he reaches out to you with his hand. But immediately after his hand makes contact with your back, you flinch away, head shooting out of your knees as you look wildly around you as if your afraid the world is hunting you.

"Whoa, I'm not gonna hurt you, see?" Sanemi whispers and holds his hands out.

You slightly calm down at the gesture, but your expression is still wary, still feeling like Sanemi was tricking you.

"You wanna tell me why your crying?" Sanemi asks gently as he attempts to hold your hand again. This time, you don't flinch back, sniffling quietly as you stop crying.

"I- I got scared," you whisper out, "I knew you wouldn't hurt me.... but I couldn't help thinking about what they did to me."

Now Sanemi was confused. Who were you talking about? Who did what to you?

"What do you mean, pumpkin?" Sanemi asks. He always used pet names with you, sometimes they would be insulting, but most of the times, he would call you buddy, pumpkin, things like that that made you feel like he really cared.

"M-my parents used to do things to me," you sniffle, "They always said that it was for the best and I believed them for a while. But what they did hurt so much." You burry your face into your knees again, shoulders shaking from newly sprung tears.

Now Sanemi understood.

He had found you as a baby after your parents had been slaughtered in your house. He decided to take you in himself since he didn't want you to end up being an orphan forever or getting adopted by a bad family (bless his kind heart 😭)

However, he had never thought to ask about your past. He just assumed that you had grown up with a normal family that loved and cared for you. Oh how he was wrong.

"Y-your parents...?" Sanemi whispers as you continue to sob out of fear and grief that your parents had in fact abused you and had neglected your well-being entirely.

By now Sanemi was shaking with fury, but not at you. He was shocked. How could someone hurt someone so kind and joyful? How could they rob you of your happiness?

Sanemi took a deep breath. Now is not the time to get violent.

Instead of asking any further about your past, Sanemi simply wraps his arms around you in firm but loving embrace and you bury your head into his shoulder, letting out all of the tears that you held in for so long.

"It's okay Y/N. You safe with me. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you," he coos, rubbing your back to sooth you and calm you.

After a few minutes, you calm down, finally running out of tears to shed and you fall asleep in Sanemi's warm embrace.

He smiles down at you, and as he gazes at you, a memory pops into his head

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"Nemi! Nemi!"

"W-what is it?" Sanemi asks, rubbing his eyes, clearing his vision to reveal Genya.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Genya asks nervously, "I had a nightmare and I'm really scared."

Sanemi blinks for a moment, then smiles softly and throws his blanket to the side.

"C'mere," Sanemi sighs, and Genya immediately jumps into his embrace, burying his face into his chest. "Don't worry Genya, as long as I'm hear, no one can hurt you.' (sound familiar?)

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A tear runs down Sanemi's cheek.

He hadn't realized until now how much you reminded him of Genya when he was younger. Cheerful, determined, kind. And especially the fact that you love to sleep. (pointer to those manga readers out there)

Sanemi picks you up in his arms, tucking you into bed and watches as you snuggle the blankets closer, savoring their warmth.

He slowly climbs into bed next to you as to not wake you up, and holding you close, he too, falls fast asleep.

#sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi fluff #slight angst #child abuse #past abuse #fluff #kny #kny x reader #kid reader #parent Sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi x reader #kinda #sanemi x y/n #fatherhood #parent issues #demon slayer

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teatreeoilll · 4 months

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Pot Luck (Toji Fushiguro X Reader)

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w/c - 0.6k content warnings - MDNI (for language and mentions of drugs and alcohol). f!reader. A Toji drabble of what I feel the average Toji interaction is like.

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2006

“Blow on it,” the traffic officer holds a breathalyzer an inch from Toji’s face. Your mouth grows dry as you smell the painstakingly obvious tang of Sake circling the car's interior.

"I'll just come out and say it, officer," he hums, flicking his cigarette butt onto the road, "You're not my type." You jab your elbow into his side, hoping that inflicting some pain might instill a bit of sound judgment into him.

"Blow on it son, I don't have all night." The cop taps his leg on the concrete, shoving the breathalyzer further under Toji's self-satisfied smirk.

As he continues to hold the policemen's gaze, the dark haired man puckers his lips and exhales into the device, which in turn promptly squeaks and buzzes.

"Why don't you get out of the car, boy?"

Toji drives like a maniac; one of his hands barely clinging to the steering wheel while the other clutches a lit cigarette that suffocates the car with a cloud of smoke. He throws quick glances at the rearview mirror, and each time he does so the car swerves, causing the white markings separating the dark highway ahead to seem like mere suggestions.

"I'm gonna need you to hold on to this for me," he leans close to you, his Sake reeking breath caressing the side of your face. His foot's still pushing the gas pedal as he shoves a large hand up your bra, sticking a tiny crumpled bag of white powder to the padding inside.

"Hey - " you struggle to push his drunken hand aside, an aggressive red hue growing on your face at the warmth of his hand pressing up against your breast, "Focus on the road, asshole."

Red and blue lights emerge on the road behind you, accompanied by ear-splitting sirens and a streak of cusses coming from the driver's seat. "Just for a minute, yeah baby?" He jerks the wheel, causing the car to wobble as it grazes the shoulders, "We'll lose him on the next exit."

This is a collect call from Akasaka Police Station; if you would like to accept the call, please say yes. If you would like to -

"Fucking asshole," you breathe.

The system did not recognize your decision; if you would like to accept the call, please say -

"Yes." You huff into the phone as the line plays its connecting melody.

The moment you catch a faint sound of a breath on the other end, the facade of cool composure you've been clinging to shatters; "I'm not bailing you out again, Fushiguro. You can rot in there for all I care."

"Don't worry about that baby; Shiu's got it covered."

A scolding tone creeps into your voice, "You better pay him back this time."

Toji ignores your reproach, letting the words linger before continuing, "Anyway, they revoked my license, so why don't you pick me up and we can - "

"You had a license?"

"Funny, why don't you tell me s'more jokes when you get here, huh?"

"Can't Shiu take you? Or better yet, leave you there?"

"He'll probably leave before he sees me bouncing out of the cell, so fat chance of that happening. You're the only one left, baby."

You weren't sure what kind of supernatural force was steering the wheel while you drove in a daze through the busy streets toward the police station, leaving your mind consumed with organizing the accusations you were itching to hurl at him.

The car dips lightly under his weight as he thumps into the passenger seat, "D'you still have that bag I gave you?"

"Hey to you too, asshole." You sigh, "And no, I didn't keep the cocaine you shoved up my bra."

"Ah, never mind," he lifted an arm to swipe the hair sticking to his forehead, "At least I got to cop a feel."

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x you #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji zenin #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk X reader #jujutsu kaisen X reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustu kaisen #toji x y/n #fushiguro x reader #jjk toji x reader

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bakubabes-tatakae · 1 year

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May i have mikey, mitsuya, and izana having a sex with they s/o.

I want to suck izana dick

Since there are a few characters on here I'll make these little drabbles for you. 😙 Here goes nothing, I think this might be one of the first TR requests I've gotten on here, other than Draken things anyway since that's my main mans right there. 😌

Genre: drabble

Character(s): Mikey Sano, Takashi Mitsuya, Izana Kurokawa (x reader)

TW: pet names, nsfw content, smut, 18+ content, fem!Reader, cunnilingus, oral sex, blow job, inappropriate language (swearing)

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano:

The way your name rolled off his tongue was intoxicating, and the way his hips thrust into your own was just as bad. Mikey Sano knew exactly what he was doing and he wouldn't ever let you forget it. The way your walls squeezed around his shaft over and over as they pulsated... and he couldn't help the small moans that accompanied the way that he slowed his pace. "Fuck, feels so good angel."

Your hips pushed back on him, matching his movements, slowing when he did to keep that rhythm. Every time you were with him it was like the first time all over again. Always making it special for you, no matter what he had to do. "Mikey- s'good. I'm so... so close."

Knowing that he had you on the verge of falling apart seemed to give him a second wind. He would never get enough of you. The way you sounded. The way you moved. The way your face scrunched up as you gripped onto the bedsheets, knuckles turning white. Everything you did was food for him, taking it all in as he took a fist full of your hair and tugged, speaking softly in your ear. "Mmm, gonna cum nice and hard for me? Is that what you're gonna do angel?"

"Y-yes. Just wanna cum. M'so close, fuck." Everything threatened to fall apart as your walls clenched around him. A warmth flooded your body as you rode out your high, nails digging into his back. That's what he had wanted and he was more than happy to be the person that delivered it for you.

Takashi Mitsuya

His fingers dug into the sides of your thighs as you squirmed underneath him. The way his tongue flicked over your sensitive bud felt like heaven, your legs trembling as he tried to hold you in place. "Now now, pretty baby. Don't go running away from me now. I'm not finished with you."

He taunted more as he moved a hand between your legs, loving how your face contorted as he spoke, the bliss almost too much for you to wrap your head around. "You always look so beautiful when I have you at my mercy. Such a desperate baby, who just wants to get that release. Don't you?"

You nodded your head quickly, hands covering your eyes as you tried to stop yourself from moving around as much as you were. It was futile as he nipped at the inside of your thigh, tongue darting in and out of your core as his thumb rubbed circles over your clit. "W-wait, fuck, I'm not gonna make it much longer."

Takashi chuckled against you, the vibrations sending even more pleasure through your body, coming up for air one more time as he coaxed you toward the climax that you so desperately wanted. "Isn't that exactly what you want, darling? To see nothing but white as you feel better than you ever have before? Go on. Cum for me."

Izana Kurokawa

His hand rested on the back of your head as he smirked down at you. You had always looked the best to him settled between his legs. He loved you, he really did, but there was just something that was so inebriating about the way you looked with your hands on his thighs and your mouth on his cock.

He hummed with contentment as he helped your head bob up and down, fingers wrapped into your hair. "Such a good girl. Making me feel so good, you know that?" A sharp breath left him as his cock twitched against the roof of your mouth. "Just like that baby, gonna make me finish early if you keep that up."

Your tongue swirled around his tip as you chuckled softly, every noise and every word that he praised you with was enough to keep you going as long as he wanted you to. The tug on your hair made a small moan escape your lips, the feel of it against his length making it twitch once more. He was close, the way that he tugged harder and harder on your hair with every passing second told you that.

Your hands reached up, nails running down his chest as you looked back at him with those signature bedroom eyes that you had always been so good at. "Can't believe you're still playing this little game after all of this time, but I guess I couldn't ask for a better baby, now could I?" His head fell back as he felt his climax hit him, a loud groan filling the room as he emptied himself out. "What am I ever gonna do with you?"

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formula1fanfiction · 1 month

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Lewis Hamilton / George Russell

Title: If they call me a slut, it might be worth it for a while

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton / George Russell

Characters: Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Toto Wolff, Alex Albon, Lando Norris

Prompt: George crying a little because he will miss Lewis when he goes to Ferrari. Lewis consoles him, fucks him raw, and promises nothing will change. Also the next day George can't walk and received lots of teasing from other drivers and mechanics at Mercedes 😉

The knock at the door takes Lewis by surprise, it's one am! Lewis unbundles himself from his cocoon of bed covers and pads towards the door. He's nervous, nothing good usually comes from a wakeup call this early.

What Lewis was not expecting is a dishevelled looking George Russell, standing there. His hair unruly, curls sticking up at random angles, but what Lewis does notice is his red rimmed eyes and his long eyelashes clumped together with tears.

"I couldn't sleep." He sounds so sad and pathetic it hurts Lewis' heart, he steps to one side and lets the younger man in, waiting until they door closes behind them before taking George into his arms. The body shakes in his arms, as he cries freely. George cries a lot, but this feels different.

"What's wrong? " Lewis gentle pushes him back, to look at his face, he looks even more pathetic with tears running down his face. "I'm going to miss you, I don't know how I can go on without you." Lewis shushes him with a kiss to his lips, George honest to god melts in his arms.

"I'm still going to be here, nothing between us is going to change." Lewis cups his face and strokes his sharp jaw bone with the pad of his thumb. "I promise you, George. I love you."

"It just hit me, being here in Bahrain, it's our last time together here and with every upcoming race, it's one race closer to losing you. I can't lose you, I can't." Once George gets an idea in his head, it's hard to snap him out of it.

"You won't lose me George, the only thing that's going to change is that i'll be driving for Ferrari, you're still my boyfriend, I will be with you at every available opportunity, okay?" George nods, his eyes shiny with tears.

"Will you fuck me, Lewis?" The question takes him back a little bit, they never just make love it's always hard and fast and right now George looks like he couldn't take a bath. "What do you want baby, do you want me to make love to you?" George shakes his head. "No, like we usually do. I want you to fuck me so hard, i'll be feeling it during the race tomorrow." Fuck.

"Such a slut for it, Georgie." George nods, a wicked smile on his face, starting to look a lot like his usual self. "Your slut, Lewis."

"Take your clothes off, I want to see what you look like." George does as he's told instantly, he makes a bit of show if it, he slowly takes off his t-shirt, exposing his abs an inch at a time, before turning his attention to his bottom half, wiggling his ass he slides his sweat pants and boxers down, his hard cock slapping against his toned stomach.

"Do you want me on the bed?" George flutters his bambi eyelashes. The thing about George is, he will do whatever he's told, Lewis could tell him to lay down the carpet while Lewis fucks him hard and leaves friction burns on his skin. He deserves better than that, at least for tonight anyway.

"On your back, I want to look at your pretty face when I fuck you." George lays himself in the middle of bed, smiling as Lewis makes his way over to him. He kicks off his own sweats and underwear before joining George on the bed.

"Get me nice and wet, baby." Lewis presses his thumb down on George's tongue, forcing his mouth open. He leaves his mouth open, just waiting while Lewis clutches both sides of his head and slowly feeds George his cock, who moans happily around him, finally getting what he wants.

"Keep your eyes on me, Georgie." George flicks up his eyes, to meet Lewis' they are bright and shiny. A small trickle of saliva running down his chin as his mouth is completely filled with Lewis. He looks beautiful like this, like he was born to have his lips wrapped around Lewis' cock.

Lewis uses the hands on George's head as leverage as he fucks the younger man's throat. The angle gives George no choice other than to lay back and take it. Lewis fucks that little bit deeper each time, wondering how far he can fuck down George's throat.

He keeps going until, he's got the whole of his cock inside, George's nose is pressed against his pubic bone. He holds him there. "Keep looking at me baby, just a little bit longer." He holds George there, until he thinks he can't take it anymore, then pulls out. A long line of saliva keeps them attached together.

"let me reward you for that blow job, before I fuck you hard." George gives an excited little squeal as Lewis pulls him down the bed with his massive legs, raising them and pulling his cheeks apart to reveal his cute, pink hole.

Lewis holds him by the hips, just to keep him still as he presses he base of his tongue against George's hole. George moans beautifully above him as Lewis flicks his tongue and licks over his muscle, getting it as wet as possible.

"Fuck, Lewis." George is a mess already and Lewis has only just got the tip of his tongue inside, pushing in a single finger along without, helping him to open up that little bit more, for the rest of his tongue. Lewis licks the deepest parts of him, slowly savouring the taste and every little whine George makes above him in pleasure.

Lewis uses the wetness from his tongue to slide as second finger inside, scissoring them apart and fucking the younger man with both fingers, he varies from tongue and fingers up until he's got three fingers easily slamming in and out of him. Only then does Lewis fuck deeper and deeper until he finds the sweet spot inside of him. George groans like a whore, Lewis uses that as his queue to let his fingers slip out.

Lewis wraps George's long legs around his waist and bumps the head of his cock against George's hole. He wants to make George beg for it, but decides today's not the day for that.

"Please, fuck me Lewis." Turns out George does the job all by himself.

Lewis takes pity on him and slowly pushes his cock inside, they haven't used lube, so Lewis gives him time to stretch, he feels tight and amazing wrapped around Lewis. Judging by the sounds falling from his lips, it must feel good for George too. Lewis slides to the hilt and stalls, George being filled to the brim with Lewis is the most glorious sight.

"Oh, crikey." George groans clenching and unclenching. "I hope you're not going to go easy on me."

"Did I ever say that, Georgie?" Lewis pulls all the way out and slams back inside of him again. "Someone's going to be a whiny brat during the race tomorrow." All thoughts of a slow fuck havr gone out of the window and Lewis picks up a brutal pace, ramming in and out of George, who just lays back and takes it like the perfect little slut.

George's body is shaking with every brutal thrust into him, his moans and whines are getting louder with every thrust into him. He's so loud that, anyone walking past can surely hear him. Lewis takes matters into his own hands and wraps them tightly around George's throat and squeezes.

Lewis uses the hands on George's throat as leverage, slamming into him while cutting off the blood supply and shutting him up in the process. George's mouth goes slack as the air leaves his lungs.

"Are you going to shut up?" Lewis growls, fucking into the younger man with all his might, skin slapping against skin echoing around them. George holds on for as long as he can, but soon the need breathe because too strong, he gives Lewis a little nod and he gently lets go.

The moans start up against almost instantly, Lewis loves hearing them, he really does but he can't have George's mouth getting them into trouble. He scoops up his boxers from the floor and shoves them into George's mouth. His eyes widen pleasure, god Lewis loves him.

"Such a little slut, you want the whole hotel to know you're getting fucked, don't you baby?" Lewis angles his thrusts ever so slightly, until George is moaning around the make shift gag, hips arching up off the bed in pleasure.

"Come on my cock, baby, come on." Lewis squeezes his hips, hard enough to leave bruises, he really is going to be a mess in the morning and slams into his prostate with every thrust. George is withering underneath him, his cock laying abandoned on his stomach. He's so close, his eyes become unfocused and with a muffled moan he comes, spurting his load over his own stomach.

"Such a good boy for me, Georgie."

Lewis himself is close to the point of no return now, George has gone pliant around him, while his arse clenches tightly around Lewis, it's so tight now, he can hardly move, he only manages a further three thrusts before he's coming inside of George and collapsing on top of him.

Lewis is awoken by withering him underneath him, it takes a moment for his brain to catch up, it's morning, the light coming in through the gap in the curtains is burning his eyes, his now soft cock is still inside of George and he's embarrassingly slavered all over his shoulder.

"You need to get off me, were going to be late." George gently pushes Lewis by the hips, but he's still too groggy and confused to understand what's going on. So he just rolls over, his intention isn't going back to sleep, but his eye lids burn and it can't be time to go to the track yet.

"Lew, come on, you need to wake up." Lewis opens on eye, George is fully dressed in his team kit, showered his hair perfectly styled and smelling of mint, he's even had time to shave "Fuck off, it's sleepy time."

"It's eight fifteen, we need to be at the track in fifteen minutes." George giggles from where he's sitting on the bed as Lewis bolts up right and frantically pulls on his clothes, he falls over his trousers in the process, pulling more giggles from George. Lewis scowls at his hair in the mirror, there just isn't any time to do anything about it.

They leave together, it's the first time he notices what a mess George actually is, he's got finger shaped bruises on his neck, whenever his shirt rides up you can see the bruises on his hips and he's walking with an unmistakeable limp.

"For fuck sake, Lewis." Toto shakes his head taking in George. "When I said I approved of your relationship, I didn't mean you could wreck him, he has a car to sit in."

George beams at him from behind Toto's shoulder, that little fucker. No one would ever believe sweet innocent little people pleaser George would moan and beg for this like a cheap whore. Lewis stays quiet, until Toto walks away muttering under his breath.

"Hey George." The mechanics greet him with a warm smile. "I can certainly tell what you got up to last night, hope it's not going to affect your ability to drive. George giggles. "I'm a professional, i'm used to it."

They leave for the drivers parade together, George makes his way over to Alex, who teases him and calls him a little whore, Lando nods in agreement. "I can't believe you let him do that you, on race day." George bites his lips, eyes locking onto Lewis. "I like to feel him, when i'm racing.

"Jesus, Lewis." Valtteri makes his way over to him. "You didn't go easy on him, did you?" Lewis shakes his head, his eyes still locked on George.

"He just needs to know, who he really belongs to."

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topguncortez · 1 year

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g my beloved!!! congrats on 3k it’s so deserved 🥺 could i request sweet creature with the prompt ‘ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me’ with jake? love u!!!

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader warnings: men, unwanted flirting, unwanted touching, mentions of drink drugging, verbal argument, cursing. Hangman Masterlist | Main Masterlist 3 fucking K celebration

You didn't notice the little things he did at first. Jake wasn't protective in the possessive way. It wasn't the "She's Mine, Back Off" kind of protective. It was the sweet, silent type of protective. Once someone pointed out how Jake's green eyes never seemed to leave your frame whenever you were apart, that's when you started to notice the little things he did to protect you.

Whenever the two of you were on a date, he always sat facing the door, so he could watch in case something were to happen. Jake would also sit closer to the door when snuggling on the couch, and would lay closest to the door in bed.

He'd always walk on the side closest to the street. You didn't quite understand why whenever the two of you would start walking down the street, he'd switch positions with you. If there wasn't enough room for the two of you to walk side by side, Jake would take your hand and walk in front of you.

When the two of you would hang out at the Hard Deck with the rest of the dagger squad, Jake would know where you were at all times. It was like his sixth sense. He could be totally engrossed in a game of pool, and look up to spot you across the bar. But you were never very far from Jake anyway, finding comfort among the chaos.

He'd also be by your side the whole time too. Jake would stand outside the bathroom door and wait for you. He'd watch your drink which you often left laying around, or he'd even go get you a new drink so you didn't have to stand amongst the drunken sailors.

But tonight was different. It was Jake's birthday, and you wanted him for once to not have his guard up. The bar was packed with its usual patrons as well as the dagger squad.

"Having fun?" You asked, sliding up to your boyfriend as he sat on a barstool. Bob was currently lining up a shot in their game of pool against Fanboy and Payback.

"The most fun," Jake smiled and kissed your cheek, "Thanks for setting this up, baby."

"No problem. It's not every day you turn thir-"

"Don't say it," Jake said, placing his finger playfully on your lips, "Been hearing it all day. I know, I'm old now."

"Good thing I like older men," You teased, "I'm gonna go get another drink."

"I'll get-"

"You're up, Bagman," Bob said, handing the pool stick to Jake.

"I can get it, it's fine," You said and took the empty glass from his hand, "Vodka soda with lime?"

"Mhm," Jake nodded and pecked your lips before going to take his turn.

You walked over to the bar, seeing Penny frantically trying to serve the crowd in front of her. You hummed and tapped your nails on your glass, waiting for your turn.

"Hey," You turned your head a bit to see a young aviator standing next to you. He only had one rack of ribbons so you knew he was fresh out of flight school, "You come here often?"

"Uh yeah, I do," You rolled your eyes as Penny came up to you, "Two vodka sodas with lime please."

"I'll get them," The aviator said and Penny gave him a look.

"They're covered," Penny said, pouring the drinks and then setting them in front of you. You thanked her and went to grab the drinks.

"You went to UT too?" The aviator asked pointing to the small tattooed outline of a longhorn on your wrist. Jake had the same one tattooed on his butt cheek. It was a drunken dare freshman year, one that you didn't know would cause a relationship to bloom between the two of you.

"I did," You nodded.

"Really, what was your major?"

"Education. Can I go now or-"

"Y/N!" One of your friends called your name, walking up to you with outstretched arms. You felt somewhat better as you hugged her. You exchanged pleasantries and the promise to meet up with each other later. You noticed that the aviator was still standing next to you, and you turned to grab your drinks.

"It was nice talking to you but I need to get back to my-"

"What did you put in her drink?" Jake's voice boomed as he stepped in front of you and the aviator. You looked at him confused and then at your drink and noticed the ice cubes had sunk to the bottom of it. You gasped and quickly set the drinks down.

"N-nothing," The aviator shook his head.

"Bullshit," Jake cursed, "I watched you slide something into her drink when she wasn't looking. What the fuck was it?"

"Nothing, man! I swear!"

"It's Sir," Jake seethed, "Lieutenant Commander Seresin, actually." The aviator paled and tried to get himself to stand at attention and failed miserably. You shrunk behind Jake and touched his bicep, as you noticed Javy, Rooster, and Rueben had all walked up towards the scene.

"Cops have been called," Rooster said.

"MPs too," Javy crossed his arms over his chest, "So don't even bother trying to go hide on base."

"You're gonna let them ruin my fucking career!" The aviator seethed at you.

"Hey! You don't curse at a lady," Jake said, pushing you behind him, "Your fucking career was over when you decided to slip something in her drink. Be fucking glad I give a fuck about my career, or you'd be on the ground in blood."

"Jake," You touched his arm and he looked at you.

"We got this," Rooster said, and looked at Javy and Rueben. All three men picked up the small aviator and took him outside to wait for the authorities. Jake watched as they carried him out, before turning to look at you.

"You okay? He didn't touch you did he," Jake looked your body over for any injuries.

"No," You shook your head, "I just wanna say thank you for protecting me."

Jake smiled and ran his hands down your arms, "Always, baby. I'll always protect you."

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starandcloud · 7 months

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Strongest

Cardan Greenbriar x Y/N

TW: Mentions of intent to murder,

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You were a strong-headed girl. You rarely bit your tongue but... for one person you would. Cardan. You always bit your tongue around his family... until tonight that is.

You tolerated few things. You could tolerate shitty things being said about you. About your hair. About your body. About your voice. About your clothes. About you.

But you would never. Tolerate someone talking down on Cardan.

"It's not that hard to not be a disgrace Cardan. There's plenty of good Faerie girls here, and you chose a hu-" "Shut. The. FUCK UP!"

Your voice rang clear through the hall as you stood up. The chair clattered to the floor as you stood, the hall falling quiet as you did. You shook as you tried to take a deep breath.

"Love... Please sit down Petal..."

Cardan's voice was gentle as he reached for your hand. You swatted his hand away as you glared directly as his eldest brother, Balekin.

"You keep your filthy fucking mouth shut. You don't have a fucking place to speak in our relationship."

Balekin's brow arched as he watched his younger brother watch you in concern.

"I'm sorry you don't get your dick sucked enough so you're a fucking cunt? But if you EVER. Talk about your brother, my boyfriend, like that again?"

A cunning smirk crossed your face as you tilted your head, your nose scrunched up as you smiled. A signature move of yours, which Cardan knew better than to interject now. He looked down at his lap and took a deep breath. Reminding himself that you knew how to defend yourself, and you were a vicious little bitch when it came to him. He knew better than to try to interject, but he did anyways.

"I think we should go-" "Sit your pretty ass back down Cardan." "Yes Ma'am."

Cardan said, going quiet as you gripped a steak knife in your hand.

"What will a little pathetic human like you do?"

Flipping it through your fingers and stabbed it into the old oak table.

"I'll fucking kill you Balekin."

A smirk danced over Cardan's lips, he finally caught on to your tactic.

"Fae are powerless against mortals that know their name, right Balekin? So maybe, just fucking maybe, you'll watch your fucking tongue Balekin."

Each time his name left your lips, Balekin physically winced. All attention was on you as your smirk receded. You looked down at Cardan and smiled softly.

"Le's go, I wanna get coffee and my favorite author just published a new book Baby." "I'm coming Petal."

Cardan said as he stood up. Your heels clicked against the marble as you walked, Cardan followed. His hand gently resting on your waist as he kept you stable. Heels were not your thing.

Hours later, the two of you were in a random field. You were in an oversized sweater, which just to happened to be Cardan's, and a pair of leggings. Cardan's arm was under your head as you listened to him talk about the constellations, his voice was soft and soothing as you relaxed.

"You know, Petal... What you did today was really ballsy..."

Cardan said, making you roll onto him. One leg on either side of him as you gently cupped his face.

"He was talking down to you, I don't tolerate that... You're my baby... I'll kill for you..."

You said, your eyes gently rested on his coal black one's. One of your hands ended up in his curly black hair, making him physically relax under you.

"I'd do anything you'd ask... Without your pretty little Glamour..."

You said, gently booping his nose before cupping his face again and kissing him.

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