on more important news that no one cares about: came out to my some of my old friends this week and it went really well, they were all so sweet and supportive đ
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*gasp* another little void but with laser beam eyes!! what a magnificent lil guy đ„čđ«¶
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You don't fool me
A/n: two thing- first this took me forever to write, I kept having to go back and scrap ideas đ„č second, I did not know just how down bad I was for this man until I had to sit down and write this so.
Also friendly reminder- if your age isn't easily accessible on your profile I will not be tagging you! That said if you'd like a tag in future works let me know and I'll add you to the list!
bestie beta reader: @yukios-medic you are really the best ma'am I appreciate you so much đ„čđđđ
Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader, Yuji pining
cw/tw: minors/ageless blogs DNI, all characters aged up, dub-con that becomes enthusiastic consent, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, threats of killing
Word count: 5k (ish)
This wasn't the first time they'd been paired up and sent off to find and kill a curse, but it was the first time Yuji was weary of the whole thing. They were both strong, that wasn't an issue â he'd been on back-to-back missions for weeks and it was starting to take its toll, that was the issue.
Of course, it didn't help that whenever he was around her, Sukuna would become an even bigger pain in the ass (than he already was).
They'd been sent to a long-abandoned warehouse, falling apart as it was, and radiating with cursed energy. Yep, whatever it was they were after was definitely in here.
"Split up to cover more ground?" She suggested as she looked up at him, but he shook his head.
"We can probably exorcize it quicker if we come across it at the same time, we should just stick together for now." It was a simple enough explanation, not a hint of 'I'm pushing my limits just being here with you' or 'it's easier to know you're safe if you're by my side' detectable.
To her, at least. Yuji chooses to ignore the scoff that resonates in his head as they cautiously enter the building. They walk side-by-side down the hallway, ears and eyes analyzing every detail of their surroundings.
"Must be one pain in the ass curse to send the both of us. I can feel the cursed energy everywhere, I just can't tell exactly where the source is." She filled the silence, wringing her hands together nervously.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Itâs out there, but it's all about the same output. We'll just have to watch our backs." Yuji said with a nod.
"Hey, what do you think Nobara did when she found out Gojo canceled movie night to send us after this one? I can see her practically popping a vein." She laughed softly, moving around a stack of boxes to find any sign of their curse.
"Fushiguro is probably wishing it was you that got left behind right about now." Yuji guessed with a small chuckle, suppressing the thought that he might have wished for it, too. A faint gurgle sounded at the opposite end of the hall, cursed energy seeping into every corner of their bodies as it grew closer.
Yuji covered her mouth with his hand, keeping her scream muffled as he tugged her against his chest and pulled them into the shadows.
"Shh, I think I hear something." He murmurs, squinting in the darkness. He doesn't feel the mouth form on his hand, not until her lips are moving against his palm as she makes a noise.
She's gagging; trying to pry Yuji's hand off her face. And he's going to â until Sukuna's voice rings in his head.
'Pull away and I'll bite her tongue off. Try to keep her quiet while she's drowning in her own blood'
Yuji froze as Sukuna cackled, and she still struggled in his grip, now like iron to keep the curse from making good on his threat.
His name was muffled when she frantically tried to call it, but it only left her mouth open that much more for Sukuna to swipe his tongue along the inside.
If they could conceal their own cursed energy for just a second, then it would keep going on its path to the left of them, and probably wouldn't circle back around for a while. Yuji set his jaw, glaring up the hall as he spoke.
"Conceal your energy, then we'll deal with him. One curse at a time." The only confirmation she gave that she heard him was slightly loosening her grip on his arm.
The curse slunk away and Yuji held his breath, waiting to hear any sign of it coming back. When he was sure it wasnât, he let out a sigh and threw his head back against the wall. Taking a moment to realize the situation they were still in he looked down at her.
He couldnât see the blush in her cheeks, but he could feel the heat on his fingers. She shifted her body against his, letting out a whimper at the awkward kiss she was still locked in.
Yuji swallowed hard and took a deep breath. This was so not the time to be letting the sounds she was making go straight to his cock.
'You want her so badly, take her.' Sukuna taunted.
"No." Yuji snapped his response, trying to think of a way out of this (and the boner he was starting to sport against her back).
'Fuck her, brat. Or I'll kill her the next time I get the chance, and I'll draw it out while I make you watch.'
Sukuna knew well what he was doing, keeping this conversation in Yuji's head. She had no clue what he was trying to shield her from. Of course he wanted her, but not like this. Not when Sukuna was all but forcing his hand on the matter, not even giving her a choice.
âI said no! Knock it off!â Sukuna just chuckled, and she turned her head to look up at him with worry in her eyes.
'Or perhaps youâd like me to put us both out of commission. Tell me, just how long do you think sheâd last against this curse on her own?'
Yujiâs heart dropped to his stomach. Thereâs no way Sukuna hated her enough to let her die like this, not with the way he found her so entertaining to him. Not with the way he currently had his tongue down the back of her throat- right?
'No, but if it would cause you everlasting turmoil, Iâd jump at the chance.'
Could she ever forgive him for doing this? Would Sukuna even drop this after all was said and done?
Yuji was exhausted, and Sukuna knew it too. It was only a matter of time before he could slip out and swap places.
'I could always assist instead. After all, one wrong move and sheâs on her own anyways. Go ahead brat, ask me for my help.' He grinned.
âNo, last time I let you out you were a dick.â Yuji snapped, but he was running out of options here. How long until that curse realized where they were and turned back around? He could always make a deal with Sukuna, if he would agree to it was another question though.
At the sound of Yujiâs words her body tensed, blood running cold. There was no way Yuji was actually thinking about letting the king of curses out into the wild, especially when he already had her in this position.
'Tic-toc punk ass, this offer isnât going to last forever.'
âPromise you wonât hurt her first.â Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle in his grasp again, body going hot. Screaming through his palm and Sukunaâs tongue as well as she could manage in protest.
There is no way heâs about to offer his body over to Sukuna right now, and all she could think about were all the previous times heâd spoken to her â though, at her might be a better word. Everything heâd said up to this point, his promises to absolutely wreck her- all came flooding back. Could they really not handle this job any other way than to bring Sukuna into the mix?
'You humans are so predictable, really fucking takes the fun out of everything. Iâll get rid of the curse. Just say you arenât strong enough, you need a real man to do your dirty work for you.'
âThatâs not-â
'Going onceâŠ'
âI donât-â
'Going TWICE...'
âFine! I need your help, please.â She was hysterical at this point, thrashing in his grip as much as she could, grinding her ass into him harder every time she moved.
'That doesnât sound like what we agreed to, try again.'
Yuji groaned, thankful he could use that as an excuse to let out some of his frustrations.
âSukuna please, Iâm not strong enough and need a real man to do my dirty work for me.â Yuji bit out, and she stilled at his words, stomach knotting. Any minute now, Sukuna would be breathing down her neck. Months of sexual tension, mostly from his side - would it finally come to a head now? Or would he leave it and just get the job done, let Yuji take back over when it was safeâ
A low chuckle rumbled from behind her, and the sound ran straight through her body to her core. She swallowed, realizing the tongue down her throat had finally disappeared.
Sukuna ran a hand up her chest before resting it on her throat.
âWell, well, this is certainly a turn of events, isnât it?â She whimpered, frozen in place. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
âSukunaâŠâ She breathed his name warily.
âSurprised to see me? I did tell you Iâd have you some day. So, how was I? Itâs been a few hundred years. Youâll have to excuse the fact Iâm a little rusty.â Sukuna filled the silence, not waiting for an answer.
âYou werenât too bad yourself; I think I even felt you participating at the end. Care for more?â He whispered in her ear, tongue flicking out to lick her lobe. She bit back her moan, clamping her knees together as she gently rocked back into him. He laughed, moving his hands down her body to grip her hips and pull her in closer against him.
âOh, donât be shy now, itâs just us. The brat wonât even know, it can be our little secret.â
âI-â She stammered, face hot. So what if sheâd gone back to her room at the end of a long day full of Sukuna teasing her, and closed her eyes while chanting his name under the sheets? So what if being the object of the king of cursesâ endless teasing was what she used to push her over the edge some nights? That was all by her choice - she was in charge.
Currently having Sukunaâs painfully rock-hard cock prodding her ass while he held her tight against him? She was so clearly not in charge, and to make matters worse? The realization sent her core gushing.
âI can smell you,â he continued, taking in a long breath. And this time she couldnât bite back her moan.
âSukuna!â She gasped, feeling the blush run up her ears.
âI think you should really stop being such a cock-tease, woman. No wonder Yuji canât help but fuck his fist most nights. I bet he can smell you too, he just spares your feelings by not saying anything.â The fog heâd brought with him was starting to clear, and she tried to pry his fingers off of her.
âStop! Youâre lying!â But Sukuna just threw his head back in a cackle.
âI actually donât care if you believe me, do you want to know why?â He stepped out from behind her so quickly, shoving her back against the wall, it made her head spin. Looking up at his tattooed face and red eyes only solidified how real this situation was for her - and her mouth went dry. He grinned down at her, gripping her chin to hold her in place.
âIâm going to fuck you through this wall. You wonât be able to look at that stupid brat without thinking of me inside you ever again. And heâll never know because heâs out cold.â Using his free hand, he ripped off her skirt. She cried out, trying to grip his wrist and stop her panties from meeting the same fate.
âAww, still shy, are we?â He teased as he examined the red lace, running his fingers down to the ever-growing wet spot on them.
âN-No!â Sukuna just chuckled, watching her face morph from flustered to pleasure at his touch.
âAnd look, you even wore red just for me. How cute of you.â She moaned, closing her eyes. The physical and mental teasing was too much. If he wasnât going to kill her, she was going to die of embarrassment. He sucked his teeth, hooking his thumb into her mouth and tugging her face.
âLook at me while I touch you, I wonât tell you twice.â He snapped, and her heart thrummed in her chest. It felt so good to finally have him touch her after all this time, sheâd forgotten just how dangerous he was in the moment. She nodded sheepishly.
âGood, you listen well for a sorcerer. I donât believe in praising those beneath me, but I think Iâll make an exception just this once.â He pressed his fingers against her core, watching the way she squirmed under him.
âYouâre so wet already and Iâve barely touched you, was my tongue down your throat just what you needed?â Her head was spinning, his hold on her jaw rough, but all she could picture was wrapping her lips around him.
She slid her tongue around his thumb cautiously, watching his reaction for any sign that sheâd miss-stepped.
He groaned, smirking down at her as he leaned closer.
âAnd here youâd have everyone believing youâre too innocent for such filthy things.â Finding the edge of her panties, he pushed them aside, running his fingers through her slick folds. He watched as she moaned, satisfaction settling on his face as the moan grew louder when he pushed a finger inside of her.
âGod youâre so tight, thereâs no way that brat could stuff his cock in you.â Her walls flexed at his words. Sukunaâs one finger was already so thick, and now her mind was swimming with the thought of having more.
âBut donât worry, youâll take it from me.â And then she felt a second finger at her entrance, making her eyes open wider. She tried to speak as best she could around the awkward hold he still had her in, but it didnât matter.
âSuku-na!â She cried out as he forced another finger into her.
âIâd be thanking me if I were you. Iâm feeling generous enough to stretch you out before I ram my cock into your stomach.â He offered, grinning as he watched her try and hold herself together.
He didnât wait for her to adjust to the feeling, why would he? Fucking her open on him was all he could think about while he sat bored on his throne - not that he was admitting it aloud.
So many days, weeks, months, of him wrapped up in her. He knew exactly what she was doing to him, even if she didnât.
âWas it worth it to parade around like a whore in heat around us?â He asked as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her.
âYou know I offered him the chance to have you first. Humans and their virtues though, so fickle. Of course, the brat couldnât do this.â He pressed his palm against her cunt, and her back arched off the wall as his tongue shot out to flatten on her clit.
Letting go of her chin he wrapped his hand around her neck, giving it a testing squeeze before trailing down to her chest. Groping over her top, and then easily ripping the buttons away.
âNot my clothes!â She protested, but if he heard, he ignored her. Choosing instead to knead her breast as it spilled over her matching bra. Sukuna chuckled, looking back at her.
âThe matching set, Iâm starting to think you really did wear this just for me. Is that what you do? Under all those clothes you put on, you wear red hoping Iâll catch a glimpse. Hoping Iâll come out to rip it off of you.â He spoke as he rolled her bud roughly between his fingertips.
âGod!â She cried out. He was everywhere. Pumping his fingers further inside her walls, tongue abusing her clit-
ïżœïżœïżœIâll be your god.â He hissed, before leaning down to suck her nipple into his mouth.
She was fast approaching the edge, gasping for air as he shot her towards her peak.
He curled his fingers inside of her, reaching a new angle that sent white hot pleasure shooting through her body.
âSukuna!â She choked out, reaching up to ball her hands into his top. She was wary of touching him at first, opting to press against the wall instead. But it was all too much. She needed something more to try and ground herself through the first orgasm he was going to rip from her body.
âYou gonna cum, little sorcerer?â He hummed around a mouthful of her breast, looking up at her expectantly. She already looked so cute and fucked out for him; grinding into his hand to push him further inside, face flushed as she whimpered his name over, brows pinched up while she looked down to him with a breathless nod.
âPlease Sukuna...â If he wasnât so pent up himself, he might have stopped what he was doing, but edging her would only edge him, and he had no interest in prolonging his own pleasure any more than being stuck in the passenger seat of his vessel already had.
For this encounter, anyways. So, he gave her what she wanted, driving his fingers faster into her cunt, biting down on the nipple currently still in his mouth, while his other hand roughly pinched at the other.
He could feel how close she was. It was getting harder to slide his fingers back into her, and he couldnât wait to sink into her.
When he didnât slow down or stop, she took it as permission, though, the tip of the iceberg was so close that even if he had told her no, she wasnât sure she could have stopped, anyway.
It crashed over her in waves, throwing her against the wall as she cried out his name. Everything was gone - her sight, her hearing, all she could do was ride against his hand, and hope that their grasp on each other was enough to keep her standing through the intensity of it all.
Even when her high started to ebb away, he was still lazily pumping his fingers inside of her. Slowly the world came back to her, heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she whined.
âAww, is someone sensitive?â He pulled away from her chest with a grin, red eyes glinting as he stared down at her dazed expression. She weakly pushed against his chest, trying to get him to stop while she regained some semblance of normal breathing.
âSukunaâŠâ
âWell, arenât you going to thank me?â She swallowed hard, still trying to find her way out of the haze.
âI- thank you...â He pulled his fingers out of her, chuckling at the whimper that left her lips. Raising his hand to his mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he sucked his fingers clean.
âMmm, I donât think so.â
âWhat?â Confusion crossed her face, and he pressed the same two fingers against her parted lips, looking on in admiration as she opened them without question. Sukuna pressed his fingers against her tongue, pulling her mouth open as he did.
âThose red panties youâre wearing will be sufficient.â
âWhat?â The word left her mouth again, and he raised an eyebrow, dragging his fingers down her tongue and out of her mouth. She stared at him for only a second more before leaning down to slide them off her hips. She looked down to keep from fumbling, but he hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face back up to him.
âI didnât say you could look away.â She bit her lip, shimmying awkwardly to slide them down her knees. Stepping one foot out of them at a time, she began to lift them up. He grabbed them from her, large fingers brushing her own as he did.
She moved to stand up again, but he stopped her, shaking his head.
âOn second thought, I donât think one pair of panties is worth a mind-numbing orgasm, do you?â But it wasnât really a question, not when he was already guiding her to her knees in front of him. The floor below her was cold - a shock that her core, still radiating heat, could feel.
âBe a good girl and open wide,â he said, reaching into his pants to take hold of his neglected cock. Pulling it out, he ran his thumb over the tip, smearing his precum up and down his length.
Sukuna groaned, gritting his teeth. The brat could imagine all he wanted; it would never compare to having her right here in front of him. Small hands braced on his thighs, eyes blown wide as she took in just how fucked she was about to be.
âSee something you like?â Her breath hitched as he knocked his fat tip against her bottom lip. She slowly opened her mouth, tongue sliding out and against the underside of his cock. He groaned again, grabbing the back of her head as he forced himself into her mouth.
She dug her nails into his thighs as he did, trying in vain to pull her head back so she could breathe.
âYouâre not acting very grateful. Donât make me fuck your throat, Iâll end up hurting your feelings.â He chuckled. Tears were already welling in her eyes as she choked on what he could fit in her mouth. Slowly, she removed a hand off from his thigh, reaching down to run her fingers through her folds. When sheâd gathered enough of her release, she reached back up to pump the rest of him with it.
âHow resourceful of you. Makes me want to fuck my cock down your throat all the more.â She moaned around his length, gently rocking him as far as she could take him. Part of her was screaming for air, the other wanted to make him feel just as good as heâd made her feel moments ago. The fog was back, and she blinked the tears away as she looked up at him.
His jaw was tense, one hand still at the back of her head, the other balled in a fist and braced against the wall. Before this sheâd only seen him when he was a mouth and one eye, stirring up chaos on Yujiâs cheek. Looking up at him now, though, red eyes trained on her and black markings all over his body - he was breathtaking.
All-powerful and terrifying as hell, considering that he could kill her in an instant, but breathtaking, nonetheless. She let her other hand slide down his leg to rest between her own, pressing her fingers into herself - only to whine in disappointment when it felt nothing like him.
âNeedy little thing, arenât you? Iâve gone hundreds of years without, and you just canât wait for another.â She breathed hard through her nose, trying to take in as much air as she could before he hit the back of her throat again. Black dots buzzed at the corners of her vision, the sound of her choking on what she could take echoed through the hall.
Her jaw was pried open at a painful angle to accommodate him, and he wasnât showing any signs of stopping. Her grasp on his cock grew slack, and she wasnât fighting him every time he knocked his tip just a little further into her mouth. Her own fingers stilled in her aching walls, eyelids fighting to stay open.
Sukuna huffed, sliding his hand around to smack at her cheek.
âDonât go passing out on me now, Iâm not finished with you just yet.â And he pulled out of her mouth with a loud squelch as she gasped for air. The lightheaded feeling slowly dissipated as she looked up at him, tears and spit covering her face.
âYou did okay. For now. Weâll revisit that later, get up.â She didnât have to be told twice, rising on wobbly legs as quickly as she could. The thought occurred to her, that she was practically naked in front of him, while he was still fully clothed. She swallowed hard, trying to wipe away some of the shame along with the tears.
But he didnât give her much time to wallow in her self-pity, quickly turning her around and pinning her to the cool wall. She shivered at the feeling of his solid body pressed into her back, erection still wet with her spit as it bounced on her bare ass.
âMaybe next time, Iâll let you look at me while I fuck you.â He breathed down her neck, grabbing his length and rubbing it through her folds. She dug her nails into the wall; he barely fit her mouth, there was no way she was readyâ
âRelax, Iâm not interested in breaking you the first time around. It would ruin the fun in watching you look at me in anticipation every time youâre around.â And he wasnât wrong. Hell, he was still here, and the anticipation was coursing through her. Taking a slow breath she waited, thankful that the cool wall was enough to ease the heat on her face.
Sukuna gripped her hip and hooked his tip at her entrance before pushing in. She gritted her teeth, moaning at the already over-full feeling. For the situation being what it was, he was fairly gentle as he steadily eased himself through her tight walls with a prolonged hiss. She could only stay pressed against the wall, jaw dropped in a silent moan as he filled her out inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes rolled, body unsure if she should cry out in pleasure or pain.
âGod look at you, practically foaming at the mouth. What would your sorcerers say if they caught you like this, hmm?â He groaned, bucking his hips up into hers. Her voice finally caught up to her, and she cried out, nails scraping down the wall as she clawed for anything to keep her grounded.
He didnât quite fit all the way, but it only turned Sukuna on even more. Of course, he couldnât fit - but he would. He would break her open on his cock as many times as he needed, until she fit him like a second skin. Until he was the only thing she could think about whenever she tried to seek pleasure elsewhere.
She was playing a game she had no clue about, and Sukuna was going to win. He laughed as he grabbed her hips, pulling out to slam back into her walls. They sucked him in and tried to keep him out all at the same time.
âSukuna, fuck!â She moaned, reaching behind her to slow him down. He said he wasnât going to break her, but the rough pace heâd set was literally fucking the air right out of her lungs. Her walls squeezed him tighter, and he moaned.
âToo much for you already, princess? Iâm just getting started.â Sukuna grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
âToo much, fuck, âs too much!â
âIâm not that brat, youâll take what I give you exactly how I give it to you. Donât piss me off, Iâm in such a giving mood, right now!â He snaked his other hand around her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. Sukuna grinned. In an attempt to get away, she only managed to shove herself further onto his cock.
âSukuna please, I donâtâŠPlease!â
âShort circuiting, and Iâm not even close yet. Shall we see just how many times I can make you cry before Iâm finally satisfied?â Her mind was melting, she didnât care anymore. What was she even begging for? Him to stop? Or maybe she was begging him not to stop. Sheâd never been filled up like this before; even the pain was pleasurable now. All she could do was stand against this wall and take it, anyway. Her body relaxed against him slightly, and he grinned.
âIs there something you want from me, little sorcerer?â She bit her wobbly lip hard, trying to focus on his words.
âI want- I wanna cum.â
âThat so?â She nodded with a whimper.
âBeg, and Iâll think about it.â She couldnât even be bothered with the feelings of shame looming overhead. She wanted one thing, and if begging was all she needed to do to achieve it, wellâŠ
âPlease I wanna cum.â She whined, hands flexing in his grasp.
âBeg more, you can do better than that.â
âPlease Sukuna please I wanna cum, never wanted to cum so bad. Please make me cum on your cock please I-â She was a wailing mess, she didnât care who heard her pleas, only that he might answer them. His tongue licked at her folds, snaking around his length to tease her from every side.
He rocked her into her second orgasm, reveling in the feeling of her tightening around him as she screamed.
God, he needed to feel it again. The way her walls fluttered around his thickness, trying to close around the strain of taking him. The feeling was maddening, and Sukuna was sure he could pull another one from her immediately, he just needed to pick up the pace as he rammed his cock harder into her.
The wet sound of his second mouth lapping at her, mixed with her moaning variations of his name and âfuck donât stopâ was more than enough to catch the attention of anyone close by, and as absorbed as Sukuna was in this little game, he wouldnât let his guard down. He was sure she didnât even remember what they were here for anymore at this point. If the whites of her rolled eyes and the drool currently sliding down the wall where her face was pressed against it were any indication, anyway.
He could feel her whole body start to twitch and tighten, and he knew she was close again. Two orgasms in, and he knew her body so well already. Heâd put that knowledge to good use later.
âGo ahead little sorcerer, scream for me.â And she came hard, walls clamping down on him, practically shoving him out while she did. It was enough to send him reeling, too. Hips slamming up into her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder as he finished with a growl. If they werenât both so wrapped up in each other, they might have realized he growled âmine.â He painted her insides in white hot ropes, stilling when the euphoria finished washing over him.
âIf you think that was mind-numbing, just wait until I get ahold of you in my true form.â Sukuna whispered against the shell of her ear.
He pulled out with a groan, watching her whole body quiver as he did.
âClean yourself up.â She finally looked back at him, brows knit. He ripped the sleeve off his jacket, handing it over to her. When she tried to pull it, his grip tightened, and he looked at her expectantly.
âThank youâŠâ She said quietly as she cleared her throat.
âSuch a good girl for me already, I donât even have to train you. Iâll be back, be ready to leave when I am.â
âWait where-â
âThereâs still a job to do here, isnât there? Iâve got a curse to kill.â He smirked as he walked backwards up the hall.
Yuji wouldnât be awake for a while, plenty of time for Sukuna to hide his prize. One of the many he planned on taking from her, he thought as he twirled the red panties on his finger.
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Bad Teachings
College Professor AU! Miguel O'Hara x reader
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Smut (I tried my best, I swear ;w;) Mildly dubious-con. Age gap implied
Hope you like đ„čâš
The last semester felt impossibly harder, nerve wrecking and it was as usual chipping away the little social life you had. Not that you had many friends really, mostly of the people you hung out with, were people that always ended either paired with you or gathered in group works.
Sure you were invited to parties here and there, but nothing too concrete.
But right now, none of it mattered, as you sat before your teacher, Peter B. Parker, at the verge of tears.
"Look, I know it seems like you'll fail, but you still have a chance." He was packing up his things and then looked your way. " I know you care for the other classes, but this one is also important. I just can't help you out this time."
"It was just one assignment! Mr. Parker. One! I had none to drive me out to that place."
"What about your friends?"
"Just... Please?, This is my last class, I can't afford another semester here."
Peter was one of the few lax teachers out there that would help out here and there when he was able to. One of your favorites actually, contrary to what people said, he was a good teacher.
"I know, I know, kid. Just let me see what I can do ok? Im not promising anything, but I can try. Mr. O'Hara isn't that bad."
You groaned hopelessly.
"God, Im so dead"
"He's not that bad. He's all bark and no bite, I'm telling you"
"Not to question your decisions, Mr. Parker but from all the teachers you could've picked, why Mr. O'Hara?"
"Not up to me kid, administration's doing. Besides, I'll be gone just a couple of weeks. You'll do fine. I'll speak to him, okay?"
You just nodded, hope hanging on a thread.
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You were fucked . In fact, you could already picture your parents' mortified expression upon the news and the student loan could only stretch up so far . Miguel O'Hara was... brutal.
He took no shit from anyone, he had 'zero chill' or so you had heard among the other students that barely passed with him. However, you were learning what you needed and wanted to learn. He was demanding, but a great teacher.
"He's hot." One of your classmates admitted as you were gathered in study groups to do an assignment due in a couple of hours.
"I heard he's married."
"No, he's not. No kids, nothing."
"I heard his daughter died."
"He doesn't like talking about that, Jen."
You subtly glanced at him, so ever stoic, frowning and serious, checking and grading assignments like nothing. He was intimidating overall. Everyone behaved and actually studied when he teached.
Class ended shortly after you finished the study group. However you waited a bit longer when everyone had been out to submit your group's part. And also, probably have a chance to ask about your class status.
The first thing you couldn't help but notice was how snug the button t-shirt was on him, your nose detected a tingle of his cologne, His hair was long yet well kept and silky looking. Hell, he probably had a better hair routine than you. His hands movements were smooth and swift, as if they had memorized a pattern. He stopped and looked up to you. For being a man on his early forties he looked younger.
A chill ran down your spine.
"Leave it there." He went back to scribbling notes and you obeyed.
"Mr. O'Hara?"
"Hm?"
You sighed quietly, fearful he might sense your fear.
"Sorry to bother you, Um... I was wondering if-" you swallowed as he looked back at you with a slight frown in his face
"If Mr. Parker left any extra work for me?"
His brow raised in confusion
"I haven't seen Mr. Parker in months, niña. I was just called two days ago to cover up his spot."
Shit.
"R-Right. Uh, I just asked since he said he would-"
"Help you out? Yeah, that's not happening."
"I know it's just another day for you when students come here and cry-"
"You're not crying, so that's a first."
Your cheeks burned a little at his odd praising, but also you were embarrassed overall. Your favorite teacher had definitely forgot about you.
"Just... hear me out. This is my last class, my last semester's weeks And I truly cannot afford to repeat the class."
"And that is my problem because?"
Your lips tightened and soon your eyes turned glossy, but still you were determined to see it through.
"It's just 5 points I need to keep my score and have my record approved."
"The class ain't over yet. Better keep it up."
"Mr. O'Hara, pl-"
"No."
"I will buy you empanadas?" He snorted
"See you next semester, kid. Close the door when you're out."
His no was pretty much definitive. Sighing you marched away from the classroom and closed the door. You didn't cry. That was something.
----
The following days you spent holed up in the library, roomie to loud and messy to be around as you prepared for the pre evaluation for the finals, occasionally you caught a glimpse of Miguel O'Hara, working as usual in his favorite corner, un bothered.
What truly was pissing you is that some of your teammates hadn't submitted their part of the job, wich was due tomorrow. The whole report was half done and still it was alot left to do. You were trying. And just when you felt anxiety began worming it's way in you, the seat across you was dragged open and no other than Mr. Miguel O'Hara sat before you.
He looked at you with a blank yet curious gaze.
"You look like you're about to have a nervous wreck."
"I am."
"Right, here." He showed you a printed paper, "Meet me there, at 6. Don't make plans."
"What?" you squinted your eyes to read the information
"Thought you wanted help?" Exasperated at your obliviousness he huffed, "Guess not"
"Wait!" you snatched the paper out of his hands, "Sorry. Just.. Thank you" he smirked.
Your eyes lit up upon reading the paper and nodded. If it wasn't for you being so tired, and him being scary, you'd probably hug him.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" You spoke in between whispers.
"Si si, cĂĄllate. Look, it's a conference college is organizing, in a week, if you want those five extra, go. I'll be there. Don't make plans."
"Funny you think I have a social life, Mr. O'Hara. But thanks. I really appreciate it."
"At 6. Formal dress code."
"Gotcha." you nodded as you grinned. He left you alone.
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You'd look like a liar if he saw you, a cocktail in your hand, chatting to a classmate that was nice enough talk to. It was a small celebration for a good score in the past assignment, you could breath a little, feel a bit hopeful.
"Did you saw Mr. O'Hara today? God..." the girl almost moaned in the spot.
"You kidding? He doesn't fuck his students."
"Who knows, I might be the first?"
"In getting reported maybe. Dude is scary. A friend of mine repeated twice with him."
"What about you, (Name)? I saw you in the library chatting with him."
The whole attention suddenly dropped on you.
"Ah, yeah he told me he'd see me next semester"
"Shut up. You're failing too?"
"Yeah. I mean, sure he's hot and stuff, but... yeah. I don't know how to tell my parents actually. Add me to the chat group, by the way"
Before the conversation turned into how half female college students wanted him, your classmate took you to another private spot. Mike Aguilar was his name, someone that like you, avoided unnecessary attention. What you didn't expect was that he stole a kiss from you. Between cocktails and making out with Mike for a long time, the loud music, it felt good. Felt good to experience the other side of broke colege student.
You ended up being taken to your room, railed up but Mike was gentleman enough to not indulge since you both were drunk. How long had been since someone actually indulged you? Even more so, that you had indulged yourself? You removed your pants.
You were alone, but locked up the door, and grabbed your phone. Looking up in the group chat you looked for Mike's contact and typed.
"Hey Miky"
He replied almost instantly
"Sup, hlt stuff?" He didn't care for the typos
"Wanna see aumthin?"
"*Something"
You giggled as he send a "đ„Ž" emoji.
Biting your lip, you put the phone in a pillow and began recording. Hands trailing on your clothed breasts as you sat down and spreaded your legs. One of your hands dipped inside your panties as the other one uncovered your breast to then squeeze and toy with one.
Your mouth had shaped in an 'o' as you bucked your hips to ride slowly your own hand. Your moans were needy and they turned more wanton as you kept toying with your nipples and clit, soon gasping for air, coming undone.
You then brought your slicked fingers to your mouth and licked them clean with a groan. You then giggled and stopped recording. The alcohol buzzed fully in your system, not only clouding your judgment, but also firing up a dirty mind.
"For your eyes only"
You uploaded the video and pressed send.
Tossing the phone on your nightstand, you went back to keep indulging in yourself before your roomie could get back. But this time, you had in mind a very specific scary teacher to think about.
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The constant beeping in your phone bolted you awake. You turned off the alarm and saw your phone. Your eyes went wide awake as dread crept up to you.
"So... What was that you wanted to show me?"
Oh no.
Panic surged through your body as seeing Mr. O'Hara's chat open with a 'video' description. Shaky fingers opened it up, only to reveal the 'seen' mark in the chat.
OH NO.
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Against all odds and what could go wrong, you showed up in class. Sure, sending a porn video of yourself to your scary teacher was a major fuck up. But failing class would be even a bigger fuck up of all times, You had one foot outside of it all. Once out of college you wouldn't see Mr. O'Hara, and eventually he'd forget it all. Besides, you were pretty sure that he'd receive that kind of messages on a daily basis.
Sighing, you entered the classroom and as quietly as you could you sat in the very back of it. Class went as normal as you could, but the feeling of being watched was always present. Thankfully class was over and just as you snuck to get in, you snuck out.
You couldn't look at him in the face, not after what you had done in that video. Another reason of why you didn't drink often. But now a new problem laid ahead. How would you face him on Saturday?
Talking about, you didn't even know what to wear. Maybe the universe was conspiring against you, but you were grateful enough that he didn't bring it up, maybe he didn't pay much attention. There were so many scenarios running your mind.
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In the end, you wrote an apology. It was easier to just apologize without seeing his face, and maybe things would be buried and forgotten as days passed.
But no. He had requested to see you after class.
As you approached you squeezed the written apologize and sighed once you were before his desk, across him.
"I need you to sign here, to confirm your assistance tomorrow."
You gulped and took the pen, after sliding the letter to him. He cocked an eyebrow to you as you signed.
"What's this?" He took the crumpled paper and opened it up. Your eyes locked with his, and you could see, amusement in them. A knowing look seizing you.
"I'm so so sorry. The... The video I mean. It wasn't for you, I swear! But I was-"
"Drunk and stupid? Yeah. Noted." He tossed the letter in the trashbin and stood with his arms on his waist, "I thought you were better than that, (Name)"
Your eyes glossed over the disappointment in his tone.
"Has anyone else seen it?"
You shook your head.
His eyes glinted with something dark, something you couldn't actually pinpoint and to be honest you were too embarrassed to ask.
"Good. Anyway, 6 pm. Austen's Auditorium"
"T-That far?"
"Have a problem?"
"Uh, no. I'll be there. I'll call an Uber."
"I'll drive you."
"What? No! I mean, no. I'm uncomfortable enough as it is. Don't wanna make this even more awkward."
"Trust me, nothing that I haven't seen before, unfortunately."
"Yeah, no. I'll call an Uber. I'm financially fucked anyways. Thanks" His pupils dilated so ever softly at the way your lips muttered the word fucked. His face remained steely as usual, but his eyes gave away so much.
"Whatever. Meet me in the last row, second seat, then."
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You showed up, high waisted, tight, black, upper knee length skirt with a small slit on the side, a cream colored blouse with matching bra and a black blazer with nude heels. It was the standar, and the only truly formal wear you had in your closet. Uber drove you to the venue and soon, you met Miguel and sat next to him. You could recognize some other students along some other teachers from other areas. Conference was about the new ways of teaching and learning, nothing too groundbreaking as you had originally thought.
The conference was two hours long and at the end, you signed up a paper sheet and was told to wait on the entrance as Miguel greeted and signed out.
"Let's go."
Miguel guided you by placing a hand on your lower back, and gave a gentle push for you to follow him.
"Car's on the third floor"
"I told you that I could get an Uber."
"And risk you to be kidnapped or something? Not a chance. Besides I wanna keep my job as much as I can."
"Gee, thanks for caring, Mr. O'Hara."
"Todo un placer, preciosa." He chuckled
Your knees trembled as he spoke in spanish, you were sat on the front seat and fastened your seatbelt. He started the engine but it just revved a couple of times before it went dead. And just when you thought nothing could go wrong, it started pouring. Hard.
"Shit."
You groaned in frustration and Miguel smirked.
"Why the rush? Have somewhere to go?"
"No, Mr. O'Hara. Just wanted to rest. I'm not used to wear heels actually."
"Thought you were meeting with that guy you were making out the other night"
Your eyes widened in utter embarrassment as he stretched in his seat.
"Jesus... this can't be even more embarrassing."
"As your teacher, I completely disapprove such behaviors. Specially with that cabrĂłn. He's not a good person."
"What do you mean?"
"He's conditioned. Likes to spread out intimate content of girls he gets."
"How do you know this?"
"I told you, nothing I haven't seen before."
You sank in your seat, mulling over his words.
"Hate to admit but... Im kinda glad knowing this. I mean, I'm really embarrassed though, but-"
"You're glad that little video fell onto my hands and not someone else?"
You nodded, unable to look at him as your face flushed.
"Yes, what?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"Must admit though." His hands on the wheel tightened. "It took me by surprise. Out of all the female students, you, did a whole show."
You gulped as your breath hitched. His eyes squinted and that dark tingle was back at it again
"Hands in those cute ass panties, riding your hand like it was the last thing you'd ever ride."
His hand pulled his hair back as he bit his lip so ever softly. You on the other hand were trembling, unable to look at him in the eye.
"Who were you thinking of?"
"N-None. I swear. This is... really really bad"
"Maybe, but so is sending really explicit videos to your teacher, preciosa."
You shut your mouth and looked at him, he leaned in and studied your face. His index and thumb taking your chin.
"You're trembling. Why? A pretty thing like you shouldn't fear me. I'm not gonna hurt you. Quite the opposite actually." His thumb caressed your cheek and his lips brushed over yours.
"I wanna make you feel as good as you did in that video." He kissed your cheek and bit softly at your earlobe earning a shudder. It was like if another person had took over him.
"Can I? You want me to make you feel good, muñeca?"
He was overwhelming your senses, then you felt him unbuttoning your shirt. You nodded.
"W-Wait... what if someone sees us?"
Miguel unbuckled your seat belt and pulled you for a deep kiss. Moaning, your hands raked down his chest, stopping at his belt.
"Don't worry on it. It's fucking pouring outside." He riled up your skirt up, exposing the fabric of your panties. His lips went to your neck and kissed a soft trail as his fingers dipped between clothed folds, earning a whimper. His free hand managed to pull out one of your breast and then rolled his tongue over it.
"So sensitive" His fingers rubbed in slow circles your little flesh mount. He took a moment to pull one of the windows two inches down, enough for air to seep in.
"Spread those legs for me, preciosa. Lemme see that pretty pussy." Your hips accommodated as your skirt was pushed upwards, he then removed your panties and smiled.
"Sit on the back seat. Can't taste you properly like that." With trembling hands you moved on the back leathery wide seat as he moved the front ones forward, leaving more space in the back. He removed his blazer and his tie. Your heels long forgotten in the front seat. He seemed like a caged animal in a tiny space, and you a small snack for him.
His hands kneaded the supple flesh of your thighs, you removed the blazer and soon he finished unbuttoning your shirt, your bra was unclasped, spilling your breast freely. He groaned and kissed you once more. In your haste you unbuckled his belt but he stopped you.
"Are you on contraceptives?"
His fingers spreaded your legs further, exposing your slick flesh. You just nodded dumbly.
"No habrĂĄ problema entonces." He muttered more to himself than anyone as he bend over, one of your thighs dangled in his left shoulder as he brought your slit closer to his mouth.
He did a small cross blessing on himself and a little prayer and licked his lips.
"We've got to be grateful for this meal." His tongue went flat against your slit and dragged it up. Your toes curled up and you groaned.
"Mira qué lindo coño tienes, mi amor." His lips focused in the little bundle of nerves, giving it soft suckles, kisses as his tongue dribbled in your inner folds.
"PodrĂa comerte todo el dĂa" He mumbled as he gave feathery bites on your plush flesh. His hands held your thighs, you were too enraptured in pleasure to mumble a coherent word. Instead your hands latched at his head softly and applied pressure only when he grew closer to that very sweet spot.
His tongue lapped up and soon his whole mouth disappeared between your folds. The obscene sound of his mouth working made your spine arch. He held you in place as his face kept buried between your legs. Your breath hitched as your body went taut. He switched in between devouring your clit and fucking you with his tongue.
"Y-Yes!" You hissed as searing pleasure crashed hard. Your toes curled in, and your body trembled, coming undone on his mouth. He made sure to clean you up before releasing your flesh with a wet pop. You pulled him for a kiss as the rain kept hitting the car, drowning any sound.
"Such a pretty and naughty baby." He cooed as he tied your hands behind your back with his neck tie, then pulled his pants down his knees and brought your knees close to your shoulders, exposing once more your puffed and wet cunt.
"Sending videos for me to watch" He pumped himself a couple of times before rubbing his flushed tip in your sopping folds. You moaned as he entered you slowly, feeling the good stretch of his cock in your walls and gasped.
Hearing your classmates talking about the possibilities of what Mr. O'Hara had between his legs was nothing compared to actually experiencing it as it dug deeper in your guts.
You gave a shaky whimper at how full you felt, and he was barely starting. You could only watch as his girth disappeared between your folds with ease.
"You're so tight, princesa." He kissed your temple, as you choked on a thrust he gave, shaking your whole body.
"Wanna be a good girl for me?" Nodding you groaned as he tangled one of his hands on your front bangs and held you still, to then ram his hips against yours. It earned him a sweet wail from you. He closed his eyes for a second, relishing at your warmth and tighteness
"So fucking good. Will give you a lil' present before you graduate." His hips slapped shamelessly and viciously, leaving you with little room to breathe properly. Your hands desperately trying to hold onto something
"Gonna miss you and this pussy when you're gone, you know that?" His voice rumbled through his chest between heavy pants and soft growls.
You were too cock drunk to actually speak, the lack of air was making you dizzy, soon you felt like a zombie, just grunting and moaning as his body crushed you, over and over, almost fucking you in to the seat. Miguel O'Hara was anything but gentle, in all sense of the word. The car shook softly and soon, you gritted your teeth as the pressure in your lower belly increased until you came on his cock. Gushing and clamping down hard.
Your body shook, and he cupped your cheeks, smiling at the debauched look on your face as you came, proud of himself. Your hands had numbed out, but he then untied them.
"Such a messy baby." His hips didn't stop, one of his hands snaked it's way to your neck and squeezed.
Your hands found a little strength to cling to his arm, his eyes never left you.
"Give me another one, mi amor"
He cooed as his hips fucked you silly, tears piling up at the corner of your eyes, overstimulation making a mess out of your senses. Your nails scratched his wrist as his thrust turned erratic, sloppier and finally he came as he cradled your limp body closer to his.
It was almost possessive. You gave a pathetic cry as you came with him. He kissed you softly and laid you gently.
He then pulled one of the windows down another couple of inches, letting air to refresh your burning body.
Your clothes were soiled, except for the blazer, the rest was drenched in sweat or covered in fluids. The good thing was that rain could cover up all evidence.
He looked at you in awe and pride.
----
"You look lovely in this one."
Mr. O'Hara's chat was opened, revealing a picture of you sucking his cock in his classroom with your graduation gown, looking at him with doe-like eyes.
"Thanks. You taste great, btw." You typed back, with a smirk
"Call me, Miguel, preciosa. I'm not your teacher anymore."
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Si si, cĂĄllate â "Yeah, yeah, shut up"
Todo un placer, preciosa - "My pleasure, gorgeous"
cabrĂłnâ Fucker
muñeca- Doll
No habrĂĄ problema entonces- "No problem then"
Mira qué lindo coño tienes, mi amor- "You have a pretty pussy, my love"
PodrĂa comerte todo el dĂa- "I could eat you all day"
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because i liked a boy | carlos sainz x fem! reader
part two.
summary; an unnecessary hate train all because y/n liked a boy
fc; nicki nicole
warnings; death threats, kys comment, slut shaming, cursing , carlos kinda eh here sorry đŁ
notes; requested! i wouldâve used sabrina carpenter as a fc but i love nicki nicole sm i had to use her đŁ
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y/n đ
you know iâm tired of this, carlos.
carlosâ€ïž
mi vida [my life], you know i canât do anything
y/n đ
yes you can??
just one post clarifying that you broke up with isa weeks before announcing it publicly and way before you started dating me??
and that YOU made the first move, not me
carlos â€ïž
itâs not easy you know
iâm a big public figure, i canât just post things whenever i want
y/n đ
carlos, so am i
i have a pr team too
but if MY fans were attacking you and sending you death threats, i would post something anyways
carlos â€ïž
itâs not the same, amor
y/n đ
your fans are constantly comparing me to isa, theyâre constantly slut shaming me for even appearing in the back of a picture of yours or for hanging out with my guy friends
theyâre sending my death threats , telling me to kms and you wonât do anything?
carlos â€ïž
itâs complicated, please, amor
i canât control them, a post wonât change their mind
please, just calm down and we can talk more when i get home
y/n đ
okay, fine
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Hey! I ïżŒabsolutely love your writing! could you maybe write something about Tom x reader. Where sheâs working with Josh on a new film? So him and Rachel ïżŒgo toïżŒ visit on set and heâs a fan? I feel that would be so cute đ„čđ«¶
Little Visit || Tom Blyth x actress!reader
A/n: look at these lil cute gifs I made of Tom, Josh and Rachel đ„č I love their friendship. And thank you Anon for this request! I imagined them filming Lady Chatterleyâs Lover !!! Reading this back, itâs adorable. 3/4? Fics Iâm planning to post today!
Warnings: none :)
Wc: 695
Divider by @pommecita
âAndddd cut!â The director calls out as you let out a sigh of relief, stretching your body as a loud groan escapes your lips. After an exhausting day of non stop filming of your solo scenes, all you felt doing was crashing into the comfort of your bed in your trailer and face time your boyfriend Tom.
As you pack up your things that your brought along with you, Stacey, your assistant, comes up to you. âYou have a few visitors,â She says in a sing song voice as you immediately furrow your eyebrows.
âReally?â You say as she hums. You sling your tote bag over your shoulder and follow her as you put your hair into a hair clip. From afar, you could see two guys, one with familiar hair.
You immediately smile knowing who it was as you hurriedly walk to them, a bounce in your step. You open your arms as you squeal seeing the two of them. âHey sweetheart,â Tom says as you engulf the two in a tight hug.
You wrap your arms around Tom and Joshâs body as the wrap theirs around your frame, both of them rubbing your back knowing how much you love it when people do that.
Although you saw Josh practically everyday because you two were the main characters to the movie you were filming, you were still so happy to see him after a day of not hearing his jokes.
And of course, you were beyond happy seeing Tom again. The last time you saw him in person was 2 weeks ago when he came down to set to visit. Although you were absolutely tired and wished nothing but to shower and lay in bed, seeing your boyfriend and best friend was even better.
You rock the two side to side as you all laugh. As you pull back, you hear a feminine voice call out. âY/n!â The boys look back as you look in between them. Your eyes lit up, âRachel!â You squeal as you both run to each other. You had not seen Rachel in the longest time, probably 2 months after the world promo tour came to an end for tbosas.
âShe looks happier to see her than us, huh?â Josh jokes as Tom laughs, digging his hands in his pockets as he watches the two of you embrace in a hug, nearly falling over in the process as Josh snaps a few photos of the two of you.
~
You walked hand in hand with Tom to your trailer, Josh and Rachel behind the two of you. âIâm going to shower, Iâll be back,â You announced as you kiss Tomâs lips before disappearing in your bathroom. The hot water immediately relaxed your bones as you let out a light moan at the feeling.
You came out in your silk pyjamas as it was slowly turning dark outside. The four of you chilled in your trailer, catching up with things before Rachel and Josh decide to go back to his trailer for the night.
âIâve missed you,â A slight pout makes it your lips as you go on your tippy toes, hooking your arms around Tomâs neck as he breathes your scent that he missed in. âI know, I missed you too,â He mumbles in your hair.
You sit on your boyfriendâs lap as the two of you go through your camera roll from past month or so since you started filming the new movie with Josh.
You tell him the stories behind the pictures as he would watch you intently, a smile on his lips at the sight of you so engrossed in it. âOh and this one, I was sneezing so much that my eyes were becoming watery so the director decided to start filming the sad scenes,â You laugh as you recall the daisies that Josh would present to you made you highly allergic.
Tom smiles at you lovingly, thinking how lucky he was to have you. âWhat?â You shyly smile, feeling his stare. âNothing, youâre just so adorable,â He admits, pulling you to his chest as you let out a small giggle as he kisses your forehead.
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hi!! i really like your work and i was wondering if you could do like a katsuki bakugou x reader where bakugou is putting the reader at risk of being harmed because of her being one of his loved ones and then bakugou purposely fights with the reader and then just walks out on her thinking itâs for the better and then a couple weeks later the reader finds out sheâs pregnant and keeps the child a secret for a couple years until she runs into bakugou and then he wants a do-over or something like that đ„č
Second Chances (Request)
Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Details/Warnings: CW: Pregnancy Cw: Children, some angst, domestic fluff, dad bakugou, also soft bakugou hahaha.
Word Count: 2.9k
this idea is SOOOO cute i love it sm and it was really fun writing this. i hope i did your idea justice!! thank you sm for requesting anon :D i literally got so excited when i saw it got a request hehehe
Getting with Katsuki Bakugou was a dream come true. You two had been through thick and thin, and you had it all. Great jobs, a home together, and a strong relationship. Everything seemed perfect in your eyes, until one day Katsuki decided it wasn't enough for him.
Well, it was enough for him. It was more than enough actually. He loved you with all his heart and wanted a future with you, but doing that would put you at risk.
Ever since he was a little boy and dreamed of being a hero, he was warned of the risks the job came with. Not only would he be in great danger, but his loved ones too.
For a long time he believed he was strong enough to take on the world and every villain it had, no matter the threats they made towards him.
In his entire career, no villain had ever threatened a loved one of his, until recently. A damned villain had brought you up in the midst of the fight, spewing all kinds of bullshit he'd do to you that Katsuki would never want to even imagine.
For the first time in a long time, Katsuki reached a breaking point.
The disgusting things that villain said about you made him realize that he couldn't continue putting you in danger like this, so he had to find a way to end things.
He knew you wouldn't accept the real reasoning behind the break up, so he had to come up with something else.
You sat across the kitchen table from Katsuki with tears filled in your eyes. Seeing you like this hurt him more than ever, but he had to stay strong.
"How could this not be enough for you Katsuki?" You cried, "How could I not be enough for you?"
He looked down at the table to avoid your broken expression, "How else am I supposed to fuckin' say it huh? I don't wanna be with you anymore."
You shook your head, "Stop looking at the table and look at me when you say that. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you really don't want to be with me, then you can leave."
It took everything left in Katsuki to lift his head up and look you in your eyes. He tried his best to put on a poker face, but you both knew it wasn't working.
"I don't want to be with you anymore."
Your face scrunched up slightly as you held back tears. "Okay Katsuki. If that's what you really want."
...
Having to hear Katsuki move out of your apartment was just another reminder of your relationship crumbling right before you, and it felt like the end of the world.
You don't know how long you laid in bed crying silently, but suddenly you heard Katsuki's voice from the door of your bedroom.
"I'm leaving now." He said quietly.
You played with a thread on the pillow next to you, choosing to ignore him.
He shuffled awkwardly at your silence. "Um, Bye. I guess."
"Bye Katsuki." You said quietly.
You stayed quiet until you heard the front door shut behind him, then you let yourself cry.
...
It was almost two months later, and you were starting to feel a bit better about the break up. It was hard sometimes, but you had a good support system and kept yourself busy.
Now though you were feeling better emotionally, you weren't really feeling well physically.
When you confided in your best friend about this, she told you words you really didn't want to hear.
"Maybe you're pregnant?" Uraraka suggested after hearing your symptoms.
You shook your head, "No way! And if I am, that's horrible! I can't raise a baby by myself. That's a two person job..."
She stayed quiet, now feeling a bit awkward when she remembered the messy breakup between you and Katsuki.
"I'd be here for you, you know that right?" She said and wrapped her arms around you. "I should have a few tests in my bathroom, do you wanna go take some?"
You bit your lip in thought. "I dunno. I'm scared."
She leaned her head on your shoulder, "I'll be with you every step of the way. You're my best friend okay? You should take the test sooner than later so that way if you are pregnant, you can start taking care of yourself and the baby."
You leaned your head on hers, "You're right. I'll do it."
Moments later after peeing on three sticks and looking at the results, you felt your heart drop to your stomach.
You opened the door and faced Uraraka, who was pacing in anticipation.
"Well? What does it say?!" She asked.
You held up one of the tests, "Looks like I gotta start eating for two."
...
5 years later
After finding out you were pregnant five years ago, you decided you weren't going to tell Katsuki. Maybe it was wrong, but you didn't care.
He had made it very clear he didn't want to be with you anymore, and you weren't going to hold him back from whatever plans he had.
You had also decided it'd be a good idea to move out of Musutafu, at least an hour away from him and anyone else that knows him. You didn't want the word of you having his child spreading around and eventually reaching him.
The only person you told were your parents and Uraraka, who promised she'd keep it a secret from Katsuki and everyone associated with him. The two of you kept in touch and she would occasionally visit you when she wasn't busy with hero work.
So now here you were with your 4-year old little girl, Keiko. She had some of your features, but of course her father's genes overshadowed yours despite him not even being in the picture.
The biggest resemblance between them was their eyes, which you hated temporarily, but grew to love again because of her.
"Mama! Mama!" Keiko called from the top of the slide, "Come play with me!"
You stood up from the bench with a sigh and made your way over to the bottom of the slide. "Okay Koko but be careful up there! I don't want you to get hurt."
She shook her head and scrunched up her face, "I'm strong! I don't get hurt Mama!" and then slid down to meet you at the bottom.
Once she got there, she slid into your legs and got surprised at the light impact but giggled anyways.
You reached down and picked her up, "What are you laughing at huh Koko?" You asked and tickled her.
She continued laughing her little heart out and you smiled at her, loving to see your daughter in such a good mood.
A few hours later, you found yourselves at the grocery store, shopping for new snacks Keiko could take to school.
You held up a pack of yogurt cups to your daughter, who was sitting in the basket.
"You want some of these baby? They have blueberry and strawberry flavor."
"I want blueberry!" She said.
You nodded, "Good choice."
The two of you continued shopping around for a few more minutes, until you felt your heart stop.
Down the same aisle, you saw none other than Katsuki Bakugou.
Just as you tried to quickly turn around, your precious child couldn't help but yell -
"Dynamight!"
Groaning in frustration at your daughter, though you knew it wasn't her fault (He just so happened to be her favorite hero, despite not even knowing he was her father), you tried your best to keep walking away but it was already too late.
You heard him yell out your name, and you quickly grabbed Keiko, abandoning the shopping cart in the process and you began making your way out of the store as fast as you could.
Katsuki, who noticed you and your daughter, did the same and began following you.
Once you were outside, you looked over your shoulder and called out, "Get away from me!
Keiko fussed in your arms at your loud voice, wondering what was happening and why her mother was running away from a hero.
Finally getting to your car, Katsuki was hovering over you as you put your daughter in her car seat.
"Is she mine?" He asked, out of breath from walking fast.
"No."
"You think I'm an idiot or somethin'?" He asked, "She looks just like me and you expect me to believe that?"
You kissed Keiko on the forehead, "I'm gonna talk to the crazy man real quick okay baby? Just wait here."
She nodded and played with her fingers. You shut the door and leaned against it, facing Katsuki.
"Leave us alone. I don't want anything to do with you, okay?" You said sternly, trying not to cry.
His eyebrows furrowed, "When we ended things... were you pregnant?"
You stayed quiet for a moment before answering.
"I didn't find out until a month later."
He let out a breath and put his hands on his face. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me? I would've been there for you, even if we weren't together."
His words angered you, "Why does it take me being pregnant for you to think about being there for me? I still needed you there when you left, but you wanted nothing to do with me!"
"I had to do it! You don't understand, okay?" He yelled.
You put a finger in his face, "Stop raising your voice at me like that. Keiko can probably hear you."
He grew quiet, "Her name is Keiko?"
"Yeah."
He looked at the ground, "Can I get to know her more? Please. There's no way I can live my life knowing I have a kid that I'm not there for."
You felt a tear slip down your cheek. "Okay, fine. I'll give you my number and we can talk about the details later."
"Thank you." He sighed, "Thank you so much. I'm gonna do my best for her, and for you too."
"This isn't about me."
"I don't care. It's what I want to do. It's what I need to do."
"Just give me your phone so I can put my number in."
He fished his phone out of his pocked and unlocked it, handing it to you. While you added your contact, he asked "What does she like? I want to get her something."
"Well she likes heroes, her favorite animal is a seal, and she likes crowns, because she wants to be a king." You said with a smile.
"Not a queen?" He smirked.
You shook your head. "Nah, she says 'king' sounds cooler."
He laughed, "That's definitely my kid."
...
After the accidental meet up with Katsuki, Keiko asked a million questions but you answered as if you didn't know him, and eventually she lost interest.
You decided not to tell anyone about what happened, just incase he decided to leave again. You also didn't want to tell Keiko yet, because you didn't want her to grow attached to him.
She knew her father wasn't in the picture, but she didn't fully understand why yet. You would explain it to her when she got older and grew more curious about who he is.
You had also found out why Katsuki was in your city, and apparently it was because he was visiting some family members (by force of his mother).
It was now a few days later, and you and Katsuki decided to meet up, along with Keiko. You wanted to meet him in public, but he said that was a bad idea because he'd get recognized, so you reluctantly agreed to allow him into your home.
"Keikooo" You cooed, "We have a visitor today."
She looked up from her toys and brushed her hair out of her face, "Who Mama?"
Just then, the doorbell rang. "There he is! Do you wanna go open the door?"
She nodded and skipped down the hall and to the front door, looking back at you for the okay before opening the door.
When she did, she gasped "Dynamight! What are you doing at my house?"
Katsuki laughed, "I came to see you and your Mama, if that's alright with you little lady."
She smiled and opened the door wider, allowing him to walk in. "What's in that bag, Dynamight?"
"It's actually something for you." He said and handed it to her.
She squealed and dragged the large bag behind her to the couch, where she quickly dug inside of it and pulled out a large seal plushie with a crown on it.
"It's a king seal!" She said in awe.
You smiled and sat next to her on the couch, "What do you say Koko?"
She hugged the seal, "Thank you so much! I need to name him..."
Katsuki laughed and ruffled her hair, "You're welcome kid. Maybe we can come up with names later." He then handed you a small bag, from who knows where, and urged you to open it.
You raised a brow but opened it anyways. Inside, there was a jewelry box, and inside that there was a necklace with three small flowers aligned together. It was simple, but pretty.
"You didn't have to get me anything..." You said while admiring the necklace.
He shrugged, "I know, but I wanted to."
You smiled.
...
For the next few months, things continued on that way. The three of you would meet up, Katsuki occasionally bringing you and your daughter gifts no matter how many times you said you didn't want one, and actually enjoying time together.
Currently, Keiko was being carried to bed by Katsuki. She was all tuckered out from today's session of hero and villain (she was the hero, of course).
When Katsuki came back to the living room, he slumped onto the couch next to you and sighed. "Damn, that kid has so much energy."
You laughed, "Tell me about it. It was even worse when I was actually carrying her. She was a kicker."
Katsuki looked over at you, "I'm sorry I wasn't there."
You continued looking forward, "It's fine. You didn't even know, Katsuki."
He smiled slightly at you using his first name, just like he did every time you used it.
"Y'know, I was thinking-"
"Uh oh." You teased.
He tsked and continued on, "I wanna start over again."
You froze, what the hell was he saying?
"Look, I know you're hesitant to and I understand why." He said and slowly grabbed your hand, holding it tenderly in his. "But I'm being serious when I say I haven't been with anyone since you. I still love you and I always have. And now that Koko is here, I love her too and I want to be in her life everyday."
Your lip began to shake, "If you loved me, why did you leave me?"
"Baby I was being stupid. I-I got into a fight with this villain, and he threatened you. I thought that my job was putting you in danger and I didn't want to take any risks, so I broke things off."
The tears were now falling, "You're such an idiot, you know that?"
"I do know. I'm sorry." He said and stroked your cheek, "I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you and not being there for you and Keiko. But please, please let me be here now."
You cried harder and leaned into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. That wound he left behind all those years ago was now a scar that still hurts. But so far, being with him these last few months has eased the pain.
"I love you" You cried, "I want you to be here now. For me and for Keiko."
He let out the biggest sigh of relief in years.
...
3 years later
"Keiko! Stop putting cheese on your brother!" Katsuki yelled across the kitchen.
Your now 7-year old daughter pouted and bit into a slice of cheese, "But he likes it!"
Your son, who was a year old, laid on the floor of the living room and laughed at his sister while chewing on his fingers.
After that talk you and Katsuki had, you began seeing each other again. It was hard at first, but he proved himself to you in every way he could.
You two also told Keiko he was her father, and she was confused at first but after a long talk and even some tears, she understood and quickly accepted he was her father.
She also loved being able to say Dynamight was her dad.
She also manifested her quirk, which was of course, the same as Katsuki's. When it first manifested, there was a random boom! that came from her bedroom, and when you two ran in, she was covered in soot and her doll was blown up.
Though instead of crying, she cheered in victory, which Katsuki found extremely funny.
Now for your second pregnancy, that was a surprise, just like your first one. Despite this, you two were still happy about it and decided to move into a bigger house together.
Hiroki looked a lot like his father, of course. But this time, he had your eye color which you were thankful for considering you carried him for almost 9 months.
"Keiko why would you put cheese on Hiroki?" You asked as you walked into the living room.
She shrugged and ate another slice.
"That kid is crazy, that's why." Katsuki said.
She quickly turned around, "No I'm not! You're crazy! Poop face!"
"Hey!" You said, "Don't call your dad poop face. That's not nice."
She grumbled a 'sorry' and went back to eating the cheese slices off of Hiroki.
You smiled and shook your head at your families antics. They could be a bit much, and they had explosive personalities (literally) but you loved them either way.
Maybe second chances weren't so bad.
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Drunk Confessions {Chris Sturniolo}
Summary: Chris, Nick, and fem!reader attend the Tara Yummy party and some drunken confessions are made later on in the night.
A/N: I kinda hate how I wrote this but my account is seriously lacking Chris content so hopefully you will enjoy anyways lmao, if it's not too shitty lmk if you might want a part 2
Warnings: drinking, mentions of throwing up, super sweet, fluffy chris đ„č
âAlright, you guys have fun!â Matt said as he dropped you Nick, and Chris off at the front of the building. You could hear the music blasting through the walls as people celebrated Tara. Matt wasnât really feeling up to going to a party which worked perfectly in your favor knowing you had a reliable DD to pick you up later in the night. Chris and Nick wouldnât drink either but you would never trust them to safely operate a vehicle so Matt was the best choice for the job.
Nick walked ahead of you as Chris stayed by your side, his right hand lightly touching your lower back as he guided you both inside. You all had smiles etched onto your face as you entered the upbeat atmosphere filled with some of your influencer friends. Tara immediately saw you guys and pulled you into a hug, âThank you so much for coming!â She shouted over the music.
âWe wouldnât miss it!â You replied, congratulating her on hitting a million subscribers. Your eyes scanned the room noticing the bar, officially deciding that would be your next stop. Chrisâs hand never left your lower back as he and Nick continued to talk to Tara. âIâll be right back,â You said into Chrisâs ear, departing the group.
The bar was filled with people trying to order different drinks. A special menu placed in the center with some specific drinks for Tara. You ordered a vodka cran and even got roped into taking a shot with some others that were at the bar. Without your knowledge, Chris kept a close eye on you from across the room. He loved seeing you have fun, especially knowing that you had been stressed with other things the past few weeks.
You needed to let loose and have a little fun, he thought. The liquor burned going down your throat as you took your shot, using a lime wedge as your chaser. Before you knew it, you were a few drinks in, and maybe a couple shots.
You felt like you were floating through the crowd as you made your way back to your friends. You wrapped an arms around both Chris and Nickâs shoulders, standing in between the two. âHeyyyy,â You slurred slightly.
âWhere have you been?â Nick chuckled, trying to keep you supported as you swayed slightly into his side. âYeah, youâve been all over the place tonight. I saw you over at the bar and then over by the-â Chris began before you cut him off.
âI wanna dance! Can we please danceee?â You begged, dragging out the end of your sentence. âYou guys got this,â Nick said, passing you off to Chris. âGood luck kid.â
You looked up at Chris with big puppy dog eyes, silently restating your request to dance. âOf course, letâs go dance.â He said, placing his hand out for you to take hold of. His fingers interlocked with yours as he pulled you to the crowd of other people dancing. One of your favorite hype songs came on and you felt like you were on top of the world. You were facing Chris with a hand placed on each of his shoulders while his held your waist. You were both jumping around and singing the lyrics to one another. You couldnât help but admire him as the flashing lights illuminated his face. Maybe it was the alcohol running through your veins but you wanted nothing more than to pull him in for a kiss.
After dancing for a few more songs Chris leaned down to your ear and yelling over the music, âYou ready to go? Matt is here to pick us up!â A soft smile played on your face as you nodded, head still spinning from the drinks.
Chris had to practically lift you into your seat as your body stumbled to step up into the vehicle. âOkay- Okay sit still let me buckle you in.â Chris laughed, watching as you immediately started to fill Matt in on the night. The seatbelt buckle latched into place and Chris went to shut your door and hop into the passenger seat. âChris-â Your voice comes out in a whine, he glances behind his shoulder looking at you worried. âAre you gonna be sick?â
You shook your head ânoâ, staring into his eyes as he searched your face trying to figure out what was wrong. âCan you sit with me?â Nick agrees and switches seats with his brother, taking over the passenger seat. Chrisâs fingers found your hair as he playfully brushed his fingers through it. The drive home was about twenty minutes and you didnât know if you would make it. Nausea settled in your stomach as the alcohol mixed with the moving car. You ended up rolling down the window to get some fresh, cool air.
As soon as Matt pulled into the garage you were lunging out your door and inside the house. You ran to Chrisâs bathroom, not having enough time to shut the door before you were over the toilet bowl. This wasnât how you were planning on ending the night. Embarrassment started to settle in when you heard footsteps entering the bathroom. âGo awayyy,â you couldnât lift your head up but you knew who stood in the doorway. The presence was by your side that very next second, âIâm not leaving.â His voice was barely above a whisper, trying to be gentle with you knowing you werenât feeling well.
âChris please, this is so embarrassing. Iâm okay, I promise.â
âI know you are kid. I brought you some water, do you need anything else?â
âMaybe a shower.â You grumble.
Chris stood up and turned on the hot water for you, letting it heat up before you got in. Delicately, he helped you get out of the outfit you had on as you faced away from him, not wanting to expose yourself. His hand on your bare back as he helped get you into the shower.
Chris stayed right outside the shower, scrolling on his phone but making sure he was readily available if you needed anything. After the shower, you were being dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers.
Your body collided with his mattress as you pulled the covers over your body. Chris got in bed beside you, laying flat on his back and keeping a healthy distance between you two. âCan we please cuddle?â You whisper. Without any hesitation he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your torso.
âThank you, Chris.â
âDonât mention it kid. Itâs no problem.â
Kid. That stupid nickname fell out of his mouth again for the second time tonight. It definitely didnât feel very nice to hear him say it. You might regret this tomorrow but you were still feeling brave right now.
âCan I tell you something?â
âYeah, whatâs up.â He asked, looking down at your face as it continued to rest on his chest.
âI love you.â
A chuckle escaped past his lips, âI love you too-â
âNo Chris. Like, I love you⊠I have for so long.â You watched as he tried to process the new information, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
âI was scared to tell you because youâre like my best friend and I didnât want to ruin that but, itâs true. I love you so much.â You finished your little spiel.
âI feel the same way about you, but please letâs talk about this tomorrow. I want you to be able to remember this.â He was so gentle with you, he always was. You had such a special spot that he held in his heart for you. You were sad that he didnât want to talk about this right now but you knew he was probably right, he normally was. You wanted to remember this conversation and you werenât certain that you would remember anything when you woke up the next morning.
âGo to sleepy pretty girl, I will talk to you about this in the morning. I want to be able to kiss you when youâre in the right state of mind.â His lips pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, lulling you to sleep.
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no second thoughts.
synopsis ïčif your big brother doesnât care enough about you . . then why not bang his friend to make him care ! ?
pairings ïč step brother!alhaitham x fem!reader x big brotherâs best friend!kaveh (modern au me thinks)
cw ïčsuggestive (a little long n rushed). TW: stepcest ! read at your own risk. not proofread (so sorry if it doesnât make sense on some parts oopsies) this is all consensual. meanie ! al haitham aaa, t!tplay, use of petnames (princess, baby, etc) al haitham is a meanie lowk, al haitham is a lil rough w u :((, a lil degrading, dirty talk !
note ïčaaa aaa AAAA thinkinâ sm.. thinkinâ sm.. the demons won me over once again fellas . . iâve lost another battle sighsssss . . i had 2 rewrite sm times cuz i didnât like how it went n all that aaa ALSO ! i made the texts smaller cuz this is soooo long đ„č + iâm lowk proud of how this one turned out so reblogs appreciated ! requests are still closed so i will only accept thirsts if u wanna send in some, or u can just interact w me ! â millie âĄ
youâve tried all methods to get al haitham to notice you at-least . . why didnât any of those methods work anyways ?! you both agreed to have this . . secret relationship with each other, and do very âsecretâ things no one could no about, at least thatâs what he said. you knew it was wrong, he mightâve too.. but you both really couldnât control your undying lust for each other like this, especially if you both lived in the same house and saw each other everyday. this was wrong, it was . . but you two werenât blood related so itâs fine, he says. but still, it still felt wrong whenever al haitham was bullying his huge cock into your cunt, whispering that you could take him just fine. in other words, your relationship with al haitham is a hassle to understand and comprehend. it felt wrong but . . you both never delved into it too much. he was being so nice and sweet to you a few weeks ago, what happened to that? why was he suddenly being so cold?
you didnât understand it at all, you just wanted to be close with him. could he . . . have been all nice with you just to make you dependent on him? you didnât know.
poor poor you . . you need his attention nearly half of the time! you craved it even! you began to debate about what he said, sure yeah . . you were his precious little sister and he wouldnât dare let anyone else touch you. you canât help it, you just need his attention . . but how come heâs always treating you this way? why was he treating you like someone lower than he is? itâs not fair.. it wasnât fair. you tried your hardest to get his attention these past few days and weeks, walking around the house with only his shirt clinging onto your figure with none of your undergarments present.. your nipples poking out of your shirt while you hummed and walked around, bare underneath for al haitham to see. you only wanted him to notice you, you wanted him to give you the attention you needed. youâd even let him fuck you raw on the kitchen counter if thatâs what he wanted! but yet, none of those methods have worked on him . . .
you were in your room, sobbing against the softness of your pillow as your lips were formed in a small pout . . you hated being ignored, especially if itâs by al haitham. you laid there with cheek pressed up against the pillow, one leg over your blanket. the only thing that could be heard from your room are faint sobs and cries, tears pouring down your cheeks.
then, you heard your door creak open.
glancing over your shoulder, your eyes widened before sitting up properly, wiping your sweet tears off your face. âal haitham!â you spoke, grinning as he made his way over to you. âwhatâs up with you?â he says, his voice was nonchalant as always. âi could hear you all the way from my room.â you could feel your smile fading from his coldness towards you. ah, heâs still the same. you wiped your tears before crawling closer to him, clinging onto his arm as you rested on his bicep. âi just want your attentionâ is what you wanted to say, but no.. you couldnât. you would never admit that to him no matter how much you wanted to. you tugged on his arm with a little hum, looking up at him. âi . . itâs nothing, really. iâm alright.â
he hummed, glancing down at you before cocking a brow . . his expression still blank as he opened his mouth to speak, words that you never expected to hear. but wanted to. âwanna fuck?â
you sniffled, wiping your tears one last time before you stared at him, blinking at his words. â. . huh?â
âi said, wanna fuck?â he spoke again. âmaybe thatâll make you feel better, yeah? câmere baby.â
â
and there you were, face planted down against the pillow you were crying on earlier before . . loud sounds of skin slapping against each other was one of the only things you could hear, his balls slapped against your ass as his large hands had such a death grip on your hips, he was rough . . you had to admit. but yet, you kept thinking to yourself . . you wanted comfort, you needed al haithamâs comfort. you didnât need this but you accepted anyway. choked moans were left muffled as your head was further pushed down against the bed, al haithamâs thrusts grew more rougher and deeper as the minutes passed . . it was clear to you that he had no intention of comforting you at all. no . . he was only using you for pleasure at this rate. âmmh . . you like this, huh? you like when your brother fucks you hard to relieve your stress, isnât that right?â he whispered in your ear, inhaling the scent of your hair as his other hand reached down to rub your clit in a circular motion, licking his lips as he down on the blade of your shoulder. âfuck . . youâre such a sweet girl, are you? taking your brotherâs cock like itâs nothing. taking it like the good slut you are.â he flipped your body over to face him, grabbing your knees as he forcefully pressed them down against your chest, squishing your breasts as your eyes rolled back to the back of your head, tongue lolling out in pleasure while his thrusts quickened, you were sure he was gonna break you at this rate. ânaughty girl . . look at you, letting your brother fuck you as he pleases.â
this new position allowed al haitham to access more of your deepest areas, areas you never knew could even be explored by his cock! you whined as you felt his hands on your cheeks, pressing them together. âtell me, why were you crying earlier?â he brought his hand down from your face, pressing them down against the bulge on your stomach as he could feel himself going in and out of your slick pussy. âi-i just..â you whimpered, trying to ignore how good his cock felt pounding into you like that. swallowing the lump in your throat, you finally spoke up once again. âyou.. ahâ youâre being so cold to me lately, al haitham . . itâs making mmh! me think otherwise of our relationship, i donât wanna . . keep going on like this with you if youâre hah!â gonna treat me like iâm nothing to youâ you admit. you were half expecting him to kiss you and pamper you all over, but that all changed when you could feel his thrusts quickie even more. god.. you had to admit, his stamina was insane. âso you want me to act differently towards you? is that what youâre implying?â
âmmn.. if it means you stop being so cold to me, then yes . . thatâs exactly what iâm asking foâ ah!â he pinched your nipples, shutting you up completely . . all that left his mouth were low chuckles. âiâm not being cold to you, iâm just acting like my usual self. if you expected me to kiss you, spoil you and pamper you whenever and wherever you please, youâre simply mistaken.â he gave your ass a light slap at that, before you cut him off. âbutâ hah! itâs not fair, al haitham . . why are you treating me like iâm nothing? i donât get how you can justâ hng . . fuck me and act like you donât know me the day afterwards!â you could feel the tension in the air, and in his thrusts as he flipped you over again, immediately shoving his cock back in your pussy with a loud slap. âand i donât get how you canât shut the fuck up.â he grabbed a fistful of your hair, threading his fingers through your locks as he pulled you towards his chest as his cock proceeded to ram itself into you roughly, sweat trailing down your body while putting a hand over your mouth. âmaybe i could shut you up if i breed this little pussy to the brim, huh? do you want me to do that? fill you up with my cum?â your eyes widened, as much as you loved your brother . . you didnât want him doing anything as far as breeding you and filling you up, let alone . . getting you pregnant. âdo i have to fuck my cum into you to get you to shut up? make you stop questioning my methods of caring for you?â he didnât care about you like you cared about him. you knew that. so why was he even . .
his thrusts were starting to be more rougher and harsh now, but not enough to hurt you. âdonât you love your big brother, [name]? you love him right? why are you questioning his way of showing he cares for you, huh?â he whispered in your ear. your back arched at his words, you could almost feel just how tight your cunt was sucking him in at this rate. âyou donât want me to leave you donât you? leave you in the streets with nothing but a pretty pussy for anyone to fuck, you donât want anyone elseâs dick in this slutty cunt now, do you?â
thatâs the thing. you didnât want him to leave you.
you shook your head furiously at the thought of him coming inside of you and leaving you in the streets for another person to take, you tried to tell him you didnât want that but his hand only tightened around your mouth. âgood, then donât bother questioning about any of my acts of care for you. you know i love you, so just be a good girl and take my cock whenever and wherever i want, yeah? be a good little slut and donât question your brotherâs can you do that for me?â he was only saying that to put you over the edge and cling onto him more . . but did you realize that? not really. you sobbed as you nodded, trying to endure the soreness of your back and lower half when he released your hair, pulling out of your drenched pussy as he came all over your ass, stroking cock at an awfully fast pace . . your face scrunched as you could even feel some of his essence leaking from your ass and down to your bedsheets you cleaned earlier. âthere, feel better now?â he asked. âno, i donât.â was what you wanted to say, but you held your tongue . . you were too exhausted to protest anyways.
â
your body was sore, you needed al haithamâs comfort and his attention . . but he was oblivious and never gave you what you truly wanted, you were getting tired of how his automatic response to comforting you is by fucking you into oblivion, you cursed at yourself for liking it . . you cursed yourself for even enjoying the way his cock pushes itself deep inside your velvet walls, you hated how you hated it, his methods to be exact. he was comforting you right? thatâs what he told you, he was only making you feel better and this is his only way of comforting you, right? no. you knew this was another one of his tactics, and you always hated these tactics . . no matter how much you wanted to snap at him for disregarding your feelings and you as a whole, you couldnât. he always found ways convincing you what he was doing was right when it wasnât.
it has been awhile since that last session you both had, and yet again . . he began to ignore you once more. you knew it was coming but it infuriates you how much he doesnât care about you as much as you care about him. so . . you tried something. when al haitham left the house one day, you managed to invite his friend, kaveh over. kaveh himself surprisingly knew of al haithamâs way of thinking since he was friends with him long before he met you, so it only made sense that he gave you advice and asked you if his behaviour improved. you were sitting on your bed, sniffling as kaveh had a hand on your shoulder. the blonde was much more nicer and gentler with you than al haitham was, you couldnât help but feel a sense of relief whenever al haitham himself brought kaveh over after hanging out with him. you felt more comfortable and safe with your big brotherâs best friend more than you could ever imagine. âyou okay now, princess? iâm sorry heâs acting this way towards you but itâs just how he is, you canât just magically stop someone from acting how they usually act, you get me?â his soft voice.. his reassurance. kaveh was your own personal safe haven.
as safe as you felt with kaveh, kaveh never knew or even found out about your dirty little secret and relationship you had with al haitham, not like you wanted him to know. the blonde only thought of this as friendly sibling feud, al haitham being nonchalant towards his doting little sister while youâre over here trying to get him to treat you properly as his sibling by asking his friend for some advice! oh . . he could have never been so wrong, it was more than that. but yet .. who knows if he ever found out one day? will he . . leave you? you knew it was wrong to even act like this towards your own step brother, but you two werenât blood related so . . maybe he would be a bit weirded out butâ no! you couldnât bare to have kaveh leave you, not when heâs your only source of comfort. you wouldnât dare to even tell him anything about you and al haithamâs dirty relationship with each other . . you wouldnât dare.
âmaybe we can try a different method . . ? i donât know.â you mumbled, leaning closer against him. kaveh could feel himself scoot a little to give you more space and to prevent himself from getting too into your personal space. âmaybe we could . . do it?â you suggested, earning a choked cough from the blonde. âiâ what? are you implying what i think you are?â he wasnât sure if he heard you correctly . . but he thought about it. itâs risky, yes . . but will it really work? sure, he thought you were sweet and only viewed you as his friends little sister but. . was this really right? âyeah . . iâm suggesting that we should do it.â
âprincess are you sure? you donât have to force yourself to do it just because you want him to notice you, itâs risky . .â kaveh whispered that last line under his breath, patting your shoulder. âheâs definitely gonna kill us, angel. are you really really sure you wanna risk it just to get his dumb head going?â without warning, you caught your lips with his as you put a hand on his thigh, lifting yourself up gently as you kissed him with passion. well . . that answered his question pretty quickly. you wanted this alright, and you were showing him exactly how much you wanted it. in a blink of an eye, you were pinned down against the soft sheets of your bed, kavehâs hands slowly trailed up your flesh. the architect gazed up at you with those pretty eyes of his, pretty eyes you wanted to be on you forever. âyouâre positive right, gorgeous? you want me to touch you? no second thoughts?â âno second thoughts.â
that was kavehâs green light.
a kind smile spread across kavehâs face at your green light. it seemed you really were an impatient girl. "youâre a naughty girl, arenât you gorgeous? my little naughty girl." the blonde male chuckled before he leaned and kissed your neck slowly and sensually, slipping his hands inside your shirt as he cupped your tits while pulling at your nipple, your body needed this contact . . your body needed someone to touch it and kaveh will gladly be that person to fulfill its wishes. ânaughty naughty girl you are, mhm?â he coos as his lips gently traced your skin, leaving a trail of tingles on your neck. âmhm.. get on with it already kaveh, âwant you to fuck me now.â a chuckle rumbled in his chest with satisfaction, knowing he had won. "and who am i to deny this princessâ request?" you could almost sense the lust in his voice, his tone still full of seduction almost as the hand he had on your cheek gently slid down towards your neck, slowly rubbing it as his lips moved downwards, lifting up your shirt. kaveh was skilled with his mouth, you knew that. your body jolted as you could feel his mouth attach itself onto your long neglected nipple, placing soft kisses on the spot his hand was, sending shivers down your spine. kavehâs tongue worked wonders on your nipples, his other two fingers tugging and rubbing at the other.
your breath hitched feeling the tips of kavehâs fingers running along your plushy thighs, lifting your skirt up all the way to your stomach, pushing your underwear aside as he rubbed the slit of your pussy with two fingers, feeling your wetness on his fingers. âyouâre awfully wet. you really do get all riled up way too quick, princess.â his eyes couldnât help but wander seeing how hard your nipples gotten from his sucking and fondling. his mouth caged around your hardened nipple once more, forcing an angelic whine to leave your pretty lips. he loved the noises you made, especially if he was the one making you feel good. the blonde architect kept this up, suckling on your tits like thereâs no tomorrow while his other hand toyed with the other breast. he hummed softly before letting his slender digits enter your pretty pussy, adding another finger almost immediately afterwards. âyou want me to fuck you just as good as anyone else has, gorgeous?â he rubbed your fingers in a circular motion. he knew you were at his mercy, and he loved every second of it . . your moans, you little whines, your jolts and slight flinches to his touch, he loved them too.
although . .
i donât think the person peeking through the gap of the door would think otherwise anyway.
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omfg i litr read everything uve written off ur masterlist I NEED MOREEEE. i love the way u write megumi especially, i couldnât get enough of it. i hope you write more of him, my heart aches for more tbh đ„č tysm for being such a good writer and feeding us starved readers well
tysm! i'm sooo glad i can be a good source of megumi content for you >_< i looove writing megumi so you'll be seeing sooo much more of him, dw! happy holidays!
this december
jjk fushiguro megumi x fem!reader
itâs always colder on your own, especially around this time of year. you should be at home, bundled up with a warm cup of hot chocolate, but here you are in shinjuku, exorcizing curses with your ex boyfriend two weeks after your breakup with him. great.
content: post break up, aged up megumi (19/20), megumi is terrible at feelings, getting back together, fluff if you squint, a bit of angst, miscommunication, one bed (but it isnât the main plot point sorry), megumi calls you baby like once, gojo is the best wingman, SHIBUYA ARC NEVER HAPPENED AND LIFE IS GOOD, not proofread im very sorry guys pls forgive me, kinda a word dump sry
word count: 5.8k (sigh this was supposed to be 2k words max)
click on my masterlist for more & merry christmas to those who celebrate!
itâs december 19th when satoru gojo tells you that he has a mission just for you. youâre less than ecstatic about it to say the least. the last thing you want to do is be sent to your death just shy of christmas day. you just want to rest your sore muscles and bask in the presence of your best friends. youâre not in the mood to kill any curses, mainly because youâve just recovered from a previous mission.
âwhy me?â you groan.
gone are the days where you used to be a goody two shoes for satoru. youâre old enough to talk back now, not like when you had been a shy fifteen-year-old girl. besides, youâve been around the silver-haired sorcerer long enough to know that he doesnât mind the bite.
âsorry, kid,â satoru says with a shrug. at least he sounds genuine about it. âthe higher ups requested for you specifically. they say youâll get the job done in the cleanest way. we canât have things getting messy before the holidays, right?â
âand you wouldnât be the best choice?â you quip.
satoru only laughs. he ruffles your hair. even with your growth spurt and merciless training, he still towers over you. in a way, heâll always be your mentor. âhey, iâm going out of town that weekend. give me a break.â
you huff petulantly. something about this mission seems fishy to you. youâre not nearly the strongest sorcerer out of the bunch of kids under satoruâs wings (not that you guys are kids anymore, but sometimes itâs hard to feel otherwise). hell, thereâs the kyoto students. it feels like they never have to do anything. you wish that you were rebellious enough to chew utahime out for it.
âwhy couldnât they just make yuta or megumi go?â you mutter under your breath. you stammer out megumiâs name and hope satoru doesnât catch on to the way you can barely say it.
satoru knows about the breakup. why wouldnât he? heâs basically megumiâs dad, even if the raven haired boy refuses to admit it. satoruâs six eyes mean you canât hide anything from him (heâd been the first to know that megumi was head over heels for you).
satoru raises a brow. âoh, right. megumiâs coming along too.â
your face twists and you immediately whip around to glare at him. âyouâre lying.â
âi wish,â he jokes. âi was really hoping iâd get a wedding invitation one day, you little rascal. i canât believe you two broke up. maybe thisâll be a good thing!â
âi appreciate your honesty, butââ
âbut megumiâs an emotionally constipated kid, yeah, that i know,â satoru laughs. he makes his way to the exit of his office which has you furrowing your brows. is your former teacher actually gonna just leave after making you come all the way here? how rude and so very in character of him.
âplease, gojo,â you call out after him, âi donât wanna go with him.â
âsucks for you,â satoru responds halfheartedly. âmerry christmas. try not to take more than a week on this. youâll have to pay the rest of the fee for accommodations if you do.â
âgojo!â you whine.
âitâs not a hard mission!â satoru insists like itâll make your life any easier. âyâknow, this time of year is when things get ugly. think of it as saving as many people as you can while putting in the least amount of effort!â
and then he teleports. your former teacher teleports away rather than being normal and walking out of the door. you roll your eyes and hope that he can sense it (you know he canât).
so thatâs why youâre here now. with your ex. on the elevator to your assigned room on the tenth floor. youâre so glad that itâs a normal hotel and not a love hotel. lord knows what youâd do if you had checked into a love hotel.
megumi hasnât spoken a word to you since he broke up with you two weeks ago. it had been in the doorway to your apartment a few days after a particularly rough mission assigned to the both of youâthe one youâre still recovering from. heâd pulled you in for a hug, whispering sweet words into your ear. he gave you a look, one of those looks that made him soften his usually sharp eyes.
âi think we should break up.â
and then came the pathetic whimper of yours. he had wiped your tears, even kissed them tenderly, before telling you that it wasnât your faultâit was his. how cliche.
now as you stand next to him, you want to beat yourself up for not asking for closure. neither of you had explicitly stated that you two were going to be no-contact, but it hurts a lot less to push the idea of forever with megumi away to the back of your mind. besides, you two arenât confrontational like that. not with each other, anyway.
âneed help?â his tone is soft, tenderâthe tone he reserves specifically for you, the one that tells you he still cares.
you stare down at the luggage at your feet. youâve always been a chronic overpacker, a habit that megumi knows of by now. he watches you curiously, hands itching at his sides. you can tell that he wants to reach out and grab your suitcase like he always does. he thinks he isnât obvious, but you can always read through the lines, especially when itâs megumi.
âiâm okay,â you croak out, clearing your throat awkwardly.
the elevator dings and you make your way to your room. as much as you hate to admit it, youâre sort of glad that you and your ex boyfriend are sharing a room. perhaps hisâll be a good way to get closure, though youâre not really sure what closure entails.
what you donât expect is to unlock the door and be met with a singular bed.
if satoru gojo didnât have a layer of infinity coating his body (and if he wasnât the strongest sorcerer alive), you wouldâve wrung out his neck.
megumi simply walks into the room, setting his duffel bag down on one of the dressers opposite from the foot of the bed. he doesnât comment on the lack of double beds, seemingly already aware of the set up.all he does is puff out a weary sigh. you suck in a breath and follow him inside, slipping your shoes off at the entrance.
you lug your suitcase in after you along with your duffel bag and backpack. you stumble forward and megumiâs arm snakes around your waist, steadying you.
âcareful,â he mutters, nonchalantly taking your bag off our your shoulders.
itâs a quick series of movements; he swings your bag over his shoulders and places it on the dresser next to the one heâs claimed while guiding you softly to the side of the bed so that youâre not standing in the middle of the doorway.
you scrunch your face, feeling your heart thump against your ribcage. itâs stupid how he still has such a hold on you, even after two weeks of not seeing or talking to him. heâs just so caring, so gentle. it stings, like little the little cuts you get when fighting curses, when you realize that this is something youâll have to learn how to lose.
âthanks,â you manage to mutter. you donât trust yourself to say anything else. you know from the way your throat tightens that youâll be crying soon if you force yourself to talk any more.
âi can take the couch,â megumi says.
itâs that easy with him; heâs a gentleman, so of course heâd take the couch. thatâs the way megumi fushiguro isâhe offers a solution before you even have the chance to complain. in your year and a half long relationship, that skill of his had been a saving grace.
âno, donât bother,â you croak. âiâll book another room.â
âreally?â he asks. he stands up a little straighter, awkwardly reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. âi mean, i donât mind sharing a room with you⊠weâve..â
weâve shared a room countless of times before.
megumi doesnât have to continue his sentence for you to understand what heâs implying. you part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out except for a long, heavy sigh. your shoulders drop as you let the exhaustion seep into your bones. thereâs no use arguing about it, not when you don'tâ mind sharing a room with megumi, either.
âweâve broken up,â you remind him in a quiet voice, like youâre afraid saying it out loud will make it truer than it already is.
megumi pauses. you see his adamâs apple bob as he swallows thickly. âi know that, but ⊠itâll be fine. weâve shared a room as friends before.â
heâs right, like he usually is. you two have shared a room before as just friends, but that had been as teenagersâback when you both harbored such hardcore crushes on each other that you two somehow didnât notice.
âright,â you find yourself agreeing with a small nod.
âyou should go get ready for bed.â megumi begins grabbing a few or the decorative pillow off of the bed. he places them gingerly on the brown couch tucked in the corner of the hotel room. âweâll be getting up pretty early to deal with the brunt of the mission.â
to finish this mission as quickly as possible, you think.
and so you oblige and head to the bathroom. itâs december 19th, just a few days shy of christmas day, and youâre in bed with your ex boyfriend on the couch just a few feet away.
december 20th greets you with megumi hovering over you. he peers down at you with his messy bangs covering his eyes. theyâre piercingly blue as he blinks. his lashes flutter perfectly, even in the early morning. your eyes meet his and you jolt awake.
âgood morning,â he says. âyour alarm has been ringing for a bit now, so i turned it off.â
you blink rapidly, getting the tiredness out of your eyes. âoh.â
he chuckles softly, just enough for you to catch it with your ears. he rises from his crouched position and heads to the front door. he spares you a glance over his shoulder before he heads out, presumably giving you the privacy you need. you let out a strangled breath before you swing your legs over the bed and head to the bathroom.
by the time youâre finished putting on your uniform, you swing the door to your hotel room open and see megumi leaned up against the wall, tapping away on his phone. his dark blue eyes flicker up to you and he turns away to head down the hall.
you furrow your brows. you canât help but think that heâs being a little cold to you. it isnât like you initiated the breakup. despite your frustration with his behavior, you can sort of understand why he wouldnât want to be sweet around you; you two arenât dating anymore and so it makes sense that heâd go back to being aloof in your presence, the usual way he acts around everyone else. losing that position in his life makes your stomach churn for reasons youâre less than willing to uncover.
your mission is a vague one; all you know is that itâs a clean-up mission. rather than a level 1 curse (or even a special grade), the mission consists of an acclimation of weak curses surrounding shinjuku. these missions are normally given to younger, more inexperienced sorcerers with the help of a senior sorcerer, but for an odd reason, itâs been given to you and megumi this year. megumi couldâve probably handled it himself. actually, you couldâve handled it yourself.
you bite your tongue to hold back on your complaints as you walk just a step behind megumi. he pauses regularly, waiting for you to catch up to his side. you roll your eyes in secret. does he not realize that you donât want to walk next to him?
âitâs all just bars,â you mutter.
with that, you earn a tiny laugh from megumi. âwell, yeah. this is the red-light district of shinjuku.â
you pale. âthis sucks.â
âwhy do you think i wanted to come out here in the morning rather than at night?â he says, his tone strangely light.
âto deal with the brunt of the mission,â you repeat his words from last night sarcastically. youâre unsure as to what heâs talking about, so you think that itâs okay to give him a little bit of attitude.
he raises his brow but doesnât comment on your sarcasm. instead, he says softly, âno, stupid. itâs because this is the red-light district. itâs unsafe for anyone, especially a pretty, young girl alone at night.â
your first thought is to coo and tease him. you think iâm pretty? it takes you half a second to remember that you two are broken up. you scoff, âiâm perfectly capable of handling myself.â
âi never said you werenât,â megumi shoots back. âit would just be annoying explaining to the higher ups why you were fighting people and not curses.â
âiâm sure theyâd understand,â you retort, frowning. you cross your arms.
âdonât be so pouty,â he says in that stupid, gentle tone he uses with you when youâre acting bratty.
you both decide to split up. well, itâs more like you demand the two of you to split up. you say it under the pretense that itâll get the job done faster. besides, you both want to be home before christmas day, right?
thereâs about two curses you cross paths with every hour. youâre starting to lose your mind. shouldnât the streets be infested with them? you donât even need a veil! all you have to do is give the weak curses just one punch and they vaporize on the spot. your head is running with hundreds of thoughts.
thatâs when it hits you: the first years at the tokyo jujutsu school did come out here a week prior! maybe they did a bad job? but you remember nobara had been the one to lead the group. she may half-ass almost everything in her life, but she wouldnât jeopardize her underclassmen for the sake of her freetime.
so why on earth are you here? itâs not like there are enough harmful curses for a mission to be assigned to you right before christmas, and to you and megumi of all sorcerers. youâre both strong enough to the point of having some kind of importance in the jujutsu world. the higher ups wouldnât send the two of you on some stupid mission for the sake of it unless theyâre planning some sort of secret execution. but even then, satoru gojo shouldâve known through their lies to not send you or megumi. unlessâŠhe wants you two deadâŠ?
you shake your head and bite your nails. the sun begins to set and you realize that youâve been out here for longer than you expected. youâre starting to feel a chill in your bonesâyou had argued petulantly with megumi earlier about not wanting to wear your jacket despite it being the dead of winter; âitâs gonna get in the way!â
you always seem to forget the the sun sets earlier in the winter. itâs stupid how bright all the lights are in shinjuku. there isnât a square foot of anything that isnât lit up with neon signs reading out the names of clubs and bars. you see couples and large groups of people walking along the streets.
itâs lonely, you realize. it wouldâve been less lonely with megumi.
you make your way to the meeting spot with megumi. you both share a few small words before retiring for the night. megumi says he wants to go sightseeing, even though thereâs really nothing much to see. he doesnât return to the hotel room until late at night.
when he slips into the only bed that the room offers, you chalk it up to the slight alcohol you smell on his lips. it feels so natural that you donât push him away even though you should. his body is warm and you fit so perfectly against his broad chest that you think itâll be okay for you to be a little selfish tonight.
âgânight,â megumi mumbles in his sleep.
you smile and nuzzle closer.
itâs december 21st as you realize how late it is in the day. megumi is back on the couch. you feel a tinge of disappointment in the bottom of your stomach.
to no oneâs surprise, the sun is barely peeking over the buildings when youâre finally back in the red-light district. youâre doing the last bit of cleanup, but thereâs really nothing much for you to clean.
tomorrow, youâll be heading to a shopping mall, so you suppose you should do your best to sniff out the rest of the curses littering the place unless you want to stay here an extra day. the day is, yet again, slow.
itâs nearing 8 PM and you're finally sure that youâve gotten rid of all the curses in the general area. youâve been done for quite a while now, but you just havenât found the courage to let megumi know that youâre ready to go back to the hotel room. a little sightseeing on your end wouldnât hurt, right?
âhi, pretty.â a gravelly voice, battered by cigarettes, whispers in your ear.
you jump in surprise. you need to remember not to get too far into your head. you shouldâve felt his presence coming from a mile away. itâs a terrible habit and satoru has scolded you for years about it.
âhi,â you mutter, pushing past his larger frame.
the man isnât as nicely built as the men you know (but then again, your friends are jujutsu sorcerers, so itâs kind of hard to beat that), but he still towers over you. heâs got a squad of rough-looking guys behind him, smirking down at you.
âwhyâs someone like you alone?â he says, shoving his arm to loop around your waist.
you roll your eyes, getting ready to punch the man square in the nose. will you get in trouble? probably yes. will it be a funny story to tell? also probably yes.
âdonât touch my wife.â
the group of men turn their heads along with you to see megumi. his expression is shrouded with a mixture of anger and frustration. you blink in confusionâmegumi usually looks pretty pissed off, but this is the most angry youâve seen him in a while. and âwifeâ? whatâs up with that?
âoh, my bad,â the man chuckles. âdidnât know this pretty thing was married.â
âthis âpretty thingâ wants you to let her go,â you say with an overly sweet smile. your teeth clench and you hiss, âright now.â
the guy scurries down the sidewalk with his buddies trailing along, making fun of him for hitting on a married woman. nobody mentions the lack of a ring on your finger. nobody mentions the lack of a relationship, either.
âwife?â you scowl. âweâre broken up.â
âguys tend to back up when they know a woman is married. itâs the only way you can really, uh, get them to go away around here.â
you glare at him. âand how would you know? you come here often with girls?â
â...no?â he blinks, unable to comprehend your sudden burst of jealousy. âi sometimes get missions around here, though. pretending to be married was the easiest wayââ
âwe arenât, though. weâre not even in a relationship.â you seem to be throwing that into his face a lot more than you should. you canât help it, though. you still feel a little bitter about not getting a real reason as to why megumi wanted to break up.
âi was trying to help you.â heâs calm and collected, as heard through his voice. he walks up to you and takes your freezing hand into his much warmer ones. âletâs go home.â
âi donât want to,â you argue.
âstop being a brat,â he says, but thereâs no bite to his words. âyouâre cold and youâve been out here all day. if i hadnât stopped those guys, you probably wouldâve beat them up pretty badly.â
âiâm not a fucking brat!â you try to retract your hand, but megumiâs grip only tightens.
âbaby, stop,â the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease. megumi sighs softly and pulls you to his chest. âwhy are you so worked up, hm?â
from the way he speaks, you can tell that he already has an inkling. the breakup. cuddling last night. hugging you now. everything.
you donât realize youâre crying until he gently wipes his thumb under your eye. he has the audacity to have an amused grin plastered on his stupidly pretty lips. your vision is blurry but if it hadnât been, you wouldâve thrown a punch.
âiâm sorry,â he whispers into your hair. âitâs all my fault.â
âit is,â you whimper pathetically. all the tears and the emotions youâve been holding back bubble up to the surface.
âdonât be upset,â he almost pleads. âletâs go back, okay?â
the night ends with megumi on the couch. neither of you bring up the argument or the fact that he had slept in your bed with you last night. you two donât talk about the usage of pet names, either.
when you open your eyes on december 22nd, youâre surprised to see that megumi has already headed out for the day. you click your tongue in annoyanceâheâs always been good at avoiding his problems when it comes to dealing with them, especially problems involving his emotions. you already know where youâre supposed to be headed, so you suppose that itâs for the best that heâd left before you.
the shopping mall is a long line of vendors and stores among other things. the snow on the ground is freshâit mustâve snowed late last night after youâd fallen asleep. it crunches underneath your beat-up sneakers with each step you take. youâre not shocked when you end up wandering aimlessly, dipping in and out of stores with no real urgency to finish your mission.
thereâs nothing to do anyway.
youâve killed about 3 curses total and itâs really starting to look like youâve been sent out here for busy work. you really shouldâve figured that out the first day of the mission when you had to practically beg the curses to come out and fight you.
you find yourself in the front of a jewelry store, eyeing a pretty bracelet that you know would look stunning around megumiâs wrist. itâs one of those bracelets that clasp tightly. thereâs a thicker band in the center with pretty carvings that seem to resemble some sort of swirly heart. itâs pretty, you have to admit.
without much thought, you buy the gift.
the seller has to clear her throat to get your attention when you donât answer her question. âum, would you like this to be wrapped?â
you nod absentmindedly. âoh, yes. sorry. please wrap it.â
she nods in return and proceeds to wrap the bracelet in a tiny box, adorning it with a festive bow. you ask her to change it out for a different color, explaining that it isnât a christmas gift and instead, itâs for someoneâs birthday. she offers you a warm smile before switching it with a muted blue ribbon.
you return to the hotel, having to take an expensive taxi. you donât mindâthe bracelet has already made a decent-sized dent in your wallet. why not spend an extra amount on getting home? itâs not like jujutsu sorcerers are paid poorly.
reality hits you when you finally get back to the hotel room. you want to punch yourself for being so stupid. did you really just buy a birthday present for your ex-boyfriend?
youâre thankful that megumi hasnât arrived yet. he seems to be determined to avoid you for as long as he can. you canât blame him, either. you did give him quite a hard time yesterday.
you toss the box on to the dresser and head to the bathroom to splash some much needed cold water on to your face. maybe thatâll wake you up enough to clear your mind. youâve acted out once during this trip already and youâre not really looking forward to any other possible outbursts.
you rinse your face and pat yourself dry with one of the face towels provided to you by the hotel staff. you hang it over the rack again and tiredly make your way to your bed. you halt your movements when you see megumi standing by the dresser, admiring your gift.
he looks up at you in surprise with the smallest grin on his face. itâs so subtle that you wouldâve missed it had you not been dating him for nearly two years.
âis this for me?â
âno,â you quickly deny. his face falls and you cough out, âum, i mean.. yeah. i-i didnât⊠i⊠happy birthday.â
he brightens, lips pulling up into a real, genuine smile. âyou remembered?â
âwhy wouldnât i?â you blurt gently. you bite your inner cheek to stop yourself from saying anything more.
âi dunno.â his voice is distant and low, like heâs trying to hold back his tears. âi justâŠi didnât think i was deserving of a gift from you. thank you. i like it.â
you stand awkwardly, shifting your weight onto your other foot. âyeah, wellâŠâ
âcan you help me put it on?â he asks, sitting at the edge of your unmade bed.
you feel your body heat up. part of you screams for you to stop. you shouldnât do that. itâs far too intimate and you two are broken up. youâve never been good at making decisions, though, so you sit next to him and feel the mattress dip.
he gives you a grateful look, one that you willfully ignore, and gives you his wrist. you clasp the bracelet on, fingertips just barely grazing his skin. your heart skips a beat and you have to inhale sharply before pulling away.
âthank you,â he whispers.
december 23rd is a sore reminder that life goes on. you had half-expected something to spark between you and megumi. perhaps heâd beg for you back, or maybe with less wishful thinking, heâd give you his real reason as to why he doesnât want you anymore.
âi donât think we need to go anymore,â megumi says when you come out of the bathroom after freshening up.
âhuh? why not?â
âthereâs nothing out there.â megumiâs voice is flat.
âi know, but weâll get in trouble if weâŠâ
âgojo probably sent us out here for fun.â
your lips part. megumi turns to you with a slight frown.
âdonât you think so too?â he asks, but you know it isnât a question heâs looking to find an answer to. âwhy would the higher-ups assign a mission like this to a special grade sorcerer and a grade 1 sorcerer? if they needed that much manpower, this mission wouldâve been deadlier. instead, weâre playing cleanup crew.â
âyeah, but..â you trail off, unable to think of a statement to refute his words. âif we go back now, weâll get chewed out.â
âitâs just a scolding. youâll be fine.â megumi stands up and stretches his arms.
you watch him cautiously as he begins to fold his clothes and throw them into his duffel bag. he doesnât say anything else, letting the silence overtake the room.
â...are we leaving, then?â you ask meekly, not bothering to hide the slight quiver in your voice.
he pauses slightly. âdo you want to stay here until christmas? this mission is stupid and you know it. thereâs no point.â
why is his tone so cold all of the sudden? itâs as if you two hadnât shared a moment last night before bed. does your gift not mean anything to him now that heâs cleared his mind with a good rest?
your eyes flicker to his wrist. the gold glimmers underneath the light and you realize that megumi doesnât seem to hate wearing it. so why is he acting so ⊠unpleasant?
you feel a lump in your throat. itâs embarrassing how quickly heâs able to upset you from just the tone of his voice. even his body language, usually fluid and smooth, is rigid with your presence. you want to tell him that youâve enjoyed your time with him. you want to shake his shoulders and tell him that if you two cut your mission short, you might not get another chance to be near him again.
âdo you still care about me?â you whisper instead.
he stills completely. âwhat?â
âthis entire time,â you begin shakily, âyouâve been nice to me. you treat me like you always do. youâre always hovering over me even though you pretend you arenât! you obviously still care, megumi.â
his adam's apple bobs as swallows. a beat of silence. then two. then three.
âi do care,â he admits sorely.
âthen why did you break up with me?â you blurt. there it is, the question youâve been meaning to ask. you both had seen it coming.
âbecauseâŠâ megumi winces as if heâs the one getting hurt from the ordeal. âbecause you deserve someone thatâs normal. someone that isnât a sorcerer. i canât give you that life.â
you feel your chest swarm with anger. why does he always think he needs to sabotage himself to make others happy? this is something youâve tried working with him on, but it seems like old habits are hard to kill off, just like your habit of loving him.
âwhy the hell would you decide that for me? when did i ever say i wanted a normal life?â you snap. your hands clench at your sides.
âitâs too early for this,â he says, his voice straining as he finally musters up the strength to look at you in your eyes.
âtell me, megumi. if thatâs the real reason, then that is the most pathetic excuse for a breakup i've ever heard.â your voice cracks and you gulp down the oncoming sob thatâs threatening to explode from your throat.
he inhales slowly and makes his way to you, holding you close against his chest. you should push him away, but you would rather let him hug you. you know that you canât fight him, anyway.
âyouâŠonce said you wanted a regular relationship. when you got hurt a few weeks ago, i realized i couldnât be that for you,â he confesses lowly. âi knew that youâd never find it in yourself to leave, so i figured i should just let you go for your saââ
âare you kidding me?â you shout incredulously. âi said that when i was fifteen, megumi! before i even knew what being in love was like!â
he flinches against you. âbut iâŠâ
âyou and your damn savior complex! i donât need to be in a regular, normal relationship! i donât need any of that, megumi! iâm a sorcerer, I won't ever get to be normal! in fact, itâs even better that iâm with you because you at least know what this life is like, you idiot! youâre always ruining the good things in your life because youââ
he takes his fingers to grab your chin and he pulls you in for a kiss. if the kiss is a ploy to shut you up, you hate to admit that itâs working. his tongue slips into your mouth and you melt against him. your arms loop around his neck as you desperately drag him down closer to your body. his hand grip your waist while the other clings to the small of your back.
you whimper out of instinct and he pulls away, lips bruised and breathless. itâs been so long since youâve tasted him and you frown, tiptoeing to capture his lips again. you need to savor him, to feel him lips against yours again.
âbaby, wait.â his chest heaves as he looks down at you. âdonâtâŠdonât do this to me.â
âdo what?â you ask, an edge to your voice. did he just reject you? even after all that?
âw-we gotta report back toââ
âweâre supposed to leave tomorrow,â you interrupt.
the gears shift in his head. âfine, butââ
âiâm still really fucking mad, but i just need you to kiss me right now,â you whine impatiently.
all megumi does is laugh when he swoops down to press his lips against yours.
itâs december 24th when you two find yourselves in satoruâs office. steam is practically rising from your ears as you try to compose yourself in front of your former teacher.
â... i wanted a wedding invitation.â satoru shrugs.
âyou set us up!â you whine angrily. âgojo, are you serious?! isnât this a little immature?â
megumi stays silent, averting his gaze. he suddenly finds the succulents on satoruâs desk very interesting. heâs never noticed that theyâre all nearly dead! how cool.
your eyes shoot daggers at megumi's silence.
"we aren't gonna get married any time soon..." megumi mutters when he feels your pointy glare on him.
satoru raises his hands in mock surrender. âyou two canât blame me! it worked out! you two are back together now, right?â
âbut did you have to make us look like fools out there?â you groan.
âyou shouldâve figured it out on the first day that the mission was a sham!â satoru exclaims, offense taking over his features.
âbut still!â youâre borderline hysterical at this point, unable to believe that your former teacher of all people had to set up an entire fake mission so that you and your ex could talk your feelings out. âwe wouldâve figured ourselves out sooner or later!â
megumi nods. he feels like he should at least give you a little support even if heâs embarrassed out of his mind.
âoh really?â satoruâs voice drips with sarcasm. âyou guys should be thanking meââ
âyouâre so not getting an invitation to our wedding!â you grumble.
âwhaâhey! iâm the one that got you two back together! besides, iâm megumiâs guardian! you canât just not invite me.â
âwatch me!â
âmegumi, tell her that she canât do thatâhey! where are you guys going? invite me, you rascalsâwhy are you guys leaving? we arenât done discussing this! megumi, donât you dare take her side! she isnât even your wife yetâdonât slam my door!â
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Before charmed slasher Simon revealed his true identity, what were movie nights like? Iâd kill for a lil section on them almost cuddling on the couch while watching a scary movie and Simon absolutely adoring when you jump and scooch closer to him on instinct đ„čđ„č please charlie I beg you đ
*Checks notes, chats with The Council* Yeah okay... we can do that.
CW for a bit of somnophilia and Simon being a creep!!
You open the door looking like some kind of pastry with too-big eyes. Soft, cream-colored pair of joggers and a thin pink jumper, so fuzzy he just knows he'll find fluff on him after this. You look so cozy and sweet; he wants to put a pretty belled collar on you. Maybe watch you curl up in a nest of blankets, safe behind the bars of a cage.
But maybe not, he muses as you chirp a greeting, taking his hand to tug him into your apartment. A lamb inviting a wolf to the pen. He likes you best like this, all loose limbed and free to roam. Thinks maybe you'd lose some of that mischievous glint if he locked you up.
The collar though... he'd like to hear it ring as you bounce around him.
"I am the bestest friend ever," you declare, squeezing calloused fingers so much bigger and crueler and blood-stained than your own. "You know why?"
He arches an eyebrow. Your impish smile widens with delight. "Why's that, luv?"
"Well, you know that one place you wanted last week, but they were closed?"
He grunts and nods. Last week was your choice to pick the movie, which mean he was in charge of dinner.
"Well... they're still closed for repairs but! I talked to the owner, who talked to his mum, and she gave me the recipe for that dish you like. So guess what I did!"
He stares at you for a moment, teeth aching his jaw with the urge to sink them into soft flesh. Mark you as his. How the hell are you real? How the hell are you here?
When he's silent a beat to long, you click your tongue.
"You're no fun - I tried to make it," you explain.
Only then does he become aware of the scent in your apartment. Garlic and red meat and savory spices. His mouth fills with saliva as he focuses his attention on you again.
"Smells great, luv," he says, flicking the corner of his mouth up.
You beam. "Hopefully it's good! I tried it first and it seems alright, but I'm not sure it's as good as the restaurant."
It's almost not a conscious thought to snap his arm out and scoop you up, dragging you in against his chest. You yelp initially, but it devolves into a little giggle as you flatten your palms against his chest.
"Thank you, luv."
Every time he comes into your home, it's a struggle not to keep you. Not to take this place for himself, keep you for his own among all your pretty, soft things. Blood washes out; he'd show you how.
"Rileyyyy!" you mock-whine, pushing at him. "C'mon, before it gets cold."
He wants to make a comment about eating you. Simon thinks he could survive a winter on your taste alone. Instead he lets you on your feet, eases his snake-like grip around your waist. You cast him one last, warm look and skip off to the kitchen to fill bowls with food.
"So what movie are we watching?" you call.
"You ever seen Sinister?" he asks.
You make an annoyed noise. "You know I haven't!"
"Well, that's what we're watching."
You appear with a full, steaming bowl and a beer, shoo him to the couch with a little kick to his ankles. "Get it set up while I finish serving."
"Bossy thing," he tuts, voice a little too low for teasing.
The bridge of your nose darkens with a flush, but you make a cheeky little face in return. "Someone's gotta keep you in line!"
You're gone before you can hear the rumble in his chest. Some days he could swear you know what you're doing; that you know just what sort of animal you're poking at. That you're seeing just how much you can prod before he springs.
He tries not to imagine that cheeky, smug little smirk going all wet-eyed and desperate with lust. Sits to hide the bulge forming in his pants and sets up the movie.
You saunter out with your own, less-filled bowl and a glass of white wine. Take one look at the screen and shoot him an exasperated look.
"I should have known," you complain.
"Literally called Sinister, luv."
"Yeah, I know," you lament.
As soon as the movie starts you're curling into his side, eyes huge. Meal forgotten in your lap.
"Oh, no," you whisper, tilting your face to give him a pleading look. "I can't eat like this!"
"Eat quick, luv. You'll have a break after this first part.â
You do as youâre told; take a big sip of wine when youâre done - just in time for the first jumpscare. You save the wine but quickly put it away, shrinking down against the cushions.
âYouâre mean, awful, terrible,â you mumble, fumbling a blanket off the back of the couch.
ââS not very nice,â he snorts, licking his fork clean. Youâd made it quite well for a first time. Not necessarily as good as the restaurantâs but better for you having made it special for him.
âYouâre not very nice,â you reply, going stiff with fear as the âhome moviesâ start playing. âNo no no, fuck all of that.â
As soon as heâs set his bowl aside, youâre clinging in his arm. Bicep squished against your breasts, little fingers curling hard into flesh. He hopes youâll leave cute little bruises. Your eyes are huge trained on the tv, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
âHoly shit,â you squeak, hiding your face.
Chuckling, he nudges at you. âUh uh, no hiding. Câmon, Iâm right here.â
You whimper and snuggle in even closer, wedged up against his ribs, leaning into him. Nearly climb into his lap when the creature starts moving on the screen, hands flapping.
âFuuuuuck that,â you whine, âheâs so fucked oh my god.â
Simon chuckles, setting his other hand on your thigh. Indulges in stroking his thumb over the inseam of your joggers. You barely even seem to notice, engrossed in fear.
By the end, youâre fanning yourself of the panic, shooting him a look thatâs meant to be accusing but mostly just owlish.
âYou have to make it up to me,â you declare.
Oh, he could think of a dozen ways to do that.
âYeah?â he rumbles. âWhat do you need?â
âWeâre watching something else. My pick this time.â You pause, shoot him a worried look. âCan you stay for another?â
He smirks. âCouldnât kick me out if you tried, luv.â
You really couldnât. Because youâre adorable when youâre scared. Look like something to ruin. But the aftermath is almost better. When your body melts into warmth and (false) safety. The anxiety drains away, leaving you sleepy and pliable. Youâll fall asleep within the hour.
And you do. Clue playing (subtitles on) youâre snoozing against his shoulder before long. He waits until the movie ends for plausible deniability, then takes you to bed. You hardly stir, save to press your nose against his collar with a little hum.
He eases you out of your joggers, eyes flickering at the pretty lace clinging to your hips. Tiny little bows at the sides.
Snuffs out the bedside lamp and fishes his fully-hard cock from his pants. He teases his free hand along your inner thigh, over the lace front of your panties. Scrapes his nail a bit where your clit is hidden. Nearly purrs when you moan softly, wiggling on the mattress to open your thighs wider, still out cold.
Fucks his other hand vicious and brutal, relishing the slight dry pain. Fast and hard, already worked up from having you trembling against him for over an hour. It doesnât take long to fall over that edge, the memory of your squeaks and cries finishing him off.
He covers the sensitive, angry tip as he cums, no matter how much he wants to paint you with his spend. He takes a deep breath as the pleasure courses through him, twitching through aftershocks. Cracks his neck as he peeks your peaceful expression.
Canât help himself. Smears his wet thumb over the front of your panties. Nothing youâll notice in the morning, but youâll spend all night with him marking your cunt. Maybe even all day tomorrow.
He should go.
Ends up gently, carefully, glossing your bitten bottom lip with a drop of cum as well. Gets rock hard all over again when your tongue flicks out at the sensation, tasting. Still unconscious. You roll over with a sleepy sigh and curl up.
Simon pulls the blankets over you and returns to the living room to clean up from dinner. Heâs not yet willing to slink back to his den.
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NEW YEARS KISS
âyour best friend decides to volunteer when you complain about not having anyone to kiss on new yearâs eve!â
pairing: bff!gyuvin x gn!reader
genre: fluff!!, friends to lovers!!
warnings: reader is somewhat of a romantic (?), reader is also said to be a little inexperienced in terms of dating!!, a little (implied?) jealousy from gyuvin, seunghan cameo (1. FREE HIM!! HE DID NOTHING!! 2. he was the first non-jebi guy i thought of <3), theyâre cute <3, this is nawt my best work i literally wrote this on new yearâs eve while with my family đ
notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY POOKIES!! i hope all of you have an amazing, healthy and happy 2024 đ„čđ«¶đ» may all your goals come to fruition!! also, iâm very excited for a new year with my jebis, may they continue to thrive and be as happy as they can be <3 also, hope wakeone burns down xoxo MWAH LOVE U ALL <33 ALSO!! i picked gyuvin for this bc some knetz are pissing me off currently with their stupid hate for gyuvin, so i decided to write this bc i LOVE KIM GYUVIN!! IF YOU DONT MAY GOD STRIKE YOU DOWN
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you donât mind being single, really. itâs not really the âbeing singleâ part that makes you feel weird, but rather justâŠnot getting to have the same experiences as your friends. always having to sit and nod along when they talk about a date they went on, or how they celebrated a holiday with their partner. itâs exhausting being surrounded by couples all the time. theyâre all your friends and youâre happy for them, but when it comes to events like this, you really wish youâd have more single friends.
new yearâs eve is supposed to be fun, filled with laughter and loud excitement for the coming year â it is all that, but itâs also you watching your friends huddle together once the countdown to midnight starts, sharing sweet nothings before celebrating the new year with a sickeningly sweet new years kiss.
all while you kind of just stand there, celebrating the arrival of yet another year on your own. for those few lips-locking seconds, at least. is it a little silly to feel left out? of course, but is it really that absurd to want to experience a new years kiss just like everyone else? well, you donât think so. gyuvin, your best friend, sees things a little differently, though.
âitâs so stupid, i donât get why youâre so hung up on it,â gyuvin huffs past his snacking on some chips, throwing you a sideways glance. âjust think about it, most of them have a different new yearâs kiss every year. does that seem like something you want?â you roll your eyes, snatching the bag of chips from his hands. âyou donât get it,â you stuff a handful of chips into your mouth, âitâs romantic. itâs like saying âi have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you.â youâre not romantic enough for this.â
gyuvin just gives you a skeptic look, turning his attention back to the drama playing on your tv. itâs silent for a while, both of you a little lost in your respective thoughts until gyuvin quietly speaks up, âdoes it really bother you? that you donât have someone toâŠ.â he trails off, voice a little unsure. his voice is sincere and doesnât have the teasing tone it had earlier so youâre a little caught off guard.
you clear your throat, answering in an equally small voice, âwellâŠyeah, kinda? i donât know. i just think it would beâŠnice, for a change, you know? i want to experience stuff like that too, instead of just always watching from the sidelines.â gyuvin nods, seemingly understanding where youâre coming from, and that was that. for now, at least.
you didnât think much of that little one off conversation, neither of you bringing it up again in the weeks that followed. though, unbeknownst to you, that seemingly unimportant conversation kept knocking at the back of gyuvinâs mind every single day. he thought about it an embarrassing amount, really. he kept telling himself that it was because he thought you were being silly, and all those times he thought about being the one giving you your new yearâs kiss were definitely nothing more than fleeting, stupid thoughts. nothing more.
which is why gyuvin is so conflicted when he walks through the door of your little friend group get together on new yearâs eve, bags of snacks in hand, only to see you laughing with a guy he hasnât seen before. thereâs an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his chest and he almost involuntarily thinks back to your conversation, to the fact that you really want to kiss someone once the clock strikes midnight â and it starts to mess with his head.
heâs quickly roped into a conversation with ricky and some of his other friends, though his eye seem to be glued to you instead of the people talking to him right in front of him; his eyes drifting back to you giggling along to whatever that strange guy was talking about every few minutes, the unsettled feeling in his chest spreading all over his body. âare you even listening?â gyuvinâs attention is ripped away from staring holes in that guys head when ricky addresses him directly, rickyâs hand on his shoulder bringing him back to reality.
âyeah, sorry.â the smile on gyuvinâs face is tight, ricky glancing to where youâre still speaking to the guy and it all makes sense to him. he sends gyuvin a sympathetic look and tries to keep up the conversation, though itâs clear gyuvinâs mind is entirely preoccupied.
when the calls for new snacks start, gyuvin immediately volunteers to filling the bowls back up in the kitchen, if only to avoid his eyes from drifting back to you and the guy â whose name is seunghan, he learned â and in turn dampening his mood even further. today is supposed to be fun, why is he moping around like this?
âwhat did the chips do to you? youâre practically glaring ar them,â gyuvinâs head whips around at your voice, the playful smile on your face lifting some of the heaviness in his chest when he sees you standing in the doorway.
âoh, hey.â gyuvin gives you a small smile and goes back to his snack duties while trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, âwhoâs the guy youâve been talking to? you bring him along?â
shaking your head you reach over to steal a handful of cheese puffs gyuvin had just emptied into a bowl, ânot me, but ahrin. his name is seunghan and she has her eye on him,â you mumble, âheâs funny and they both seem to like each other.â gyuvin nods, hand absentmindedly playing with his sleeves, âyou think sheâll go for the new years kiss with him?â gyuvin asks, and you can tell he regrets the question as soon as he asked it.
you just shrug silently, the sudden mention of the kiss rendering you a little speechless. â and you? you got anyone to kiss this year?â gyuvin says in an overly sarcastic tone, seemingly in an effort to loosen the tension a little. you snort at that, âha ha, very funny. leave me and my romantic aspirations alone,â the lightheartedness in your voice makes gyuvin relax a little, and just when heâs about to speak, someone bangs against the kitchen door, demanding your attention.
âcâmon you two, weâre playing some games,â matthew calls before rushing back to the living room. you and gyuvin share a short glance before loading up on all the snacks and following suit, excited for the mess that is most definitely about to ensue.
two screaming matches, one round of (rigged, according to hao) just dance, three bowls of snacks and dozens of tears spilt through laughter later and the almost dreaded countdown to midnight is inching closer. the couples are slowly starting to separate from the group again, looking for an area that is less crowded and a little more romantic. your high mood is slowly starting to go down, the feeling of once again being the third wheel, in a way, accompanied by this off-putting feeling of loneliness in a room full of your friends bringing the self-doubt at the back of your mind to the forefront again.
gyuvin plops down next to you, stretching his long limbs with a groan, âgod i hate sitting on the floor,â he looks around, the amount of couples in your friend group only now really hitting him, âdamn, is that kiss really that important?â it was a rhetorical question, really, and he was speaking to himself more than anything, yet you turn to scowl at him.
you open your mouth to go on a rant about the lack of romance in gyuvinâs mindset when he suddenly turns to you, cheeks a little flushed but eyes filled with determination, âiâll do it.â
you blink at him, âhuh? do what?â gyuvin swallows, âkiss you. give you the new years kiss you want.â it takes a second for his words to register, before you splutter at him incredulously, âwhatâ gyuvin why would weââ
âokay, time for the countdown! ten!â you hear from the other side of the room, and panic starts to fill gyuvinâs expression. âbecause i want to. iâve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it, andââ
âseven!â
âyou said it was like saying that i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you, right?â his eyes search for yours, his pupils shaking and you nod, still a little stunned.
âfour!â
âthatâs exactly i want to tell you. so pleaseââ
âthree!â
âi want to be the one to give you your new years kiss. if you wantââ
âtwo!â
and then, it happens. you grab his face and pull him close, hesitation for just a millisecond before your lips meet right as it reaches midnight. the fireworks outside colouring the sky feel almost pathetic in comparison to the burst of emotions exploding in your chest, itâs warm and fuzzy and just feels so right.
both of your faces are flushed bright red as your lips separate, but neither of you can keep from biting back the goofy smiles spreading on your faces. before you can even begin to think of something to say gyuvin leans back in, pressing another kiss to your lips.
and another. and anotherâŠand another.
you only separate for good when your giggles break through the kiss, gyuvinâs hands cupping your face, âiâd say that was a pretty good start into the new year, no?â
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omg Iâd love to hear more about baby fever + gojo đ„č just watching him match a babies babbles like he can actually understand them is killing me!!
a/n: omg stop anon this is so CUTE?? and ik i posted like three things today but posts will be slower this week since i still have work to do technically even if i have a school break ! / one sex joke lol
gojo always had a knack for caregiving â whether it was defending yuta against the higher-ups and advocating for yujiâs life (even if it had to be delayed) and making sure that one kid had gotten home safely after getting trapped in an abandoned home. but you realised youâve never really seen your boyfriend around babies. it wasnât a good idea in the first place, to mix babies and sorcerers â part of why nanami had waited so long before starting a family with his partner, or how utahime turned in her resignation for good after getting pregnant.
but now that youâre past terrible things in the world like sukuna and kenjaku and you both have properly buried your best friendâs body, youâre looking ahead to better things. youâre not too keen on kids, but you do sometimes spiral into what your kid with satoru would look like, probably taking the bulk of his features while some of yours are fighting to take first place. that sentiment is changed more and more when you see how gojo interacts with kids.
itâs when nanami first invites everyone to their (long overdue) baby shower, only wanting to introduce his partner and kid only a year after theyâve been safe. nanami is the happiest heâs ever been but so is gojo, dancing so foolishly in front of the kid to get her to like him that all she does is scrunch her face and hide back in her motherâs neck (âyeah, thatâs nanamiâs kid alright.â). soon, sheâs let go to interact with the students, playing around with megumiâs dogs, running around the house from yuji and inumaki, doing silly battle poses with the girls. her laughter is like beauty to all the grown-ups in the room, something meant to be protected and cherished.
gojo tries to win her back, sitting on the floor so his height wouldnât be too imposing and she almost runs into him. his infinity stops her and her head cocks to the side in confusion â she continues to run into gojoâs shield again and again, giggles at being constantly pushed back with a silly sound gojo makes with his mouth; it convinces her enough that sheâs running into a bubble of some jelly.Â
itâs some time later where youâre mingling with nanamiâs partner, talking to shoko and utahime while your boyfriend chats with nanami (weirdly normal, you note) about everything. but youâre broken out of conversation when you hear gojo quietly squeal to his junior who only sighs. itâs all a facade; you know heâs actually glad his daughter succumbs to gojoâs charms soon enough, letting him carry the small toddler whoâs already oh so tired from the day. she melts into satoruâs arms, mumbling something incoherent that he replies just as incoherently and bounces.
satoru strokes her hair, speaking in a hushed tone now, something that rarely happens in your home and it convinces nanami just a little to make him her godfather. heâs still considering it.
the next time it happens is when he meets utahimeâs baby boy for the first time, coming over to provide some gifts and to just see your old friends. itâs a little hilarious how the first two people to have children are the people who are not particularly fond of gojo but both nanami and utahime are surprisingly tame when it comes to the strongest handling their kid. sheâs giving him her baby carefully with a clear threat behind her eyes but he knows not to fuck anything up. the baby is clueless enough to not know who he was even being handed to, babbling mindlessly while drool leaves his mouth.
âbabba boo-boo,â itâs gibberish, but satoru matches it perfectly, making stupid sounds back at the baby that you canât help but grin. âwahbaba boo!â gojo continues to coo and mumble insults with a pointed finger to hime, âyour mom is too uptight, can you tell her to calm down a little?â which gets a little hey! from the retired sorcerer and the baby attempts to copy his pointing. âmambama!â utahimeâs and her partnerâs soft gasp is all you need to know that they havenât heard their baby call any of them, yet.
the baby continues his babbles and blows a raspberry, face lighting up at the bubbles he manages to make with saliva and gojo just has to laugh at how easily entertained children are. youâre stood there, heart melting with the gentleness in which he treats kids, because once the little one is handed back to utahime and youâre saying your goodbyes, you canât even look at your lover without feeling lightheaded.
âyouâre good with kids, yâknow.â youâre saying as you remove your coat while satoru toes off his shoes in your home, your shared space. it feels unreal.
gojo pfts, âof course, baby!â he does a cute pose with thumb pointing toward him, âiâm just that good at everything.â
you laugh, ââcourse you areâŠâ pulling him down, you have to kiss him or else youâd be overflowing with all the love you have for him and itâll spill everywhere. gojo eases you into the kiss, humming and sighing in contentment.
âiâm just wonderingâŠâ you mumble, a little nervous. youâve never thought of kids that much even but you think it might be due time even if you didnât have a ring on your finger. âif you ever thought of having a kid with me?â
satoruâs face softens and you can hear his smile, âof course i do, princess. every time.â his voice is soft when he says it and the way it flips your heart makes you dizzy. âbut only when youâre ready. and only when iâve put a big fat rock on your fourth, although if youâre interested in a shotgunâŠâ
you have to shoot him the finger before youâre nodding to yourself just to remind that everything depends on you. even if it takes 5, 10 years, or even if you didnât want any children at all, gojo is enamoured with you too much to let it be a dealbreaker.
âi want it⊠soon.â gojo laughs softly at that, taking you into his arms right at your doorstep and kisses you deeply once again. you brace yourself against his toned chest, clutching at his coat with tippy toes. in classic gojo satoru fashion, he has to pull away to make a dirty joke.
âiâm surprised that you arenât knocked up already with how much i cââ
âgojo satoru. if you finish that sentenceâ!â
ââum in youâŠâ
you pull a face, resorting to smacking him on the arm and he surrenders with loud laughter and an apology filled with pecks and kisses. standing at the doorway, youâd never think it would happen so soon.
two months later, satoru is getting down on one knee and asking you to marry him.
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valentines day with lucifer pleaseee
YAASSS IM SUCH A LUCIFER SIMP *bangs on table* I love him so much, itâs a problem. Like look at him⊠đ„č thanks for the request and ENJOY!
(I donât own this picture)
Lucifer x reader- Valentineâs Day đ€
Whether you two have been together for 3 weeks or 3 centuries, he will ask you to be his valentine every. single. year.
Baby boy is such a hopeless romantic I stg
Goes all out too! Would never just get you flowers and chocolates. From the king of hell?! No way. Only the absolute best for his love.
In this case, this is your very first Valentineâs Day together!!! DâAAAWWWWW
You come home/back to the hotel the day before valentines and thereâs red and pink balloons every where, rose petals all over the ground, the lights are dim and soft. Very much a romantic movie scene type thing.
â(Y/N)~â Lucifer calls out to you sweetly, softly as he watches you look around at all the new decor.
When he finally has your attention, he holds his gloved hand out to you, beckoning you to come to him.
You canât help but smile as you run to hug him. He laughs softly against you before he pops the question, his arms gently squeezing you against him.
â(Y/N)? Will you be my valentine, sweetheart?â And all you can do is laugh and hold him even closer.
âOh, Luci~ Of course I will!â
OBVIOUSLY this dork makes you a cool ass duck as a gift. Itâs one that really relates to you, has something to do with your looks or personality or an inside joke between the two of you. Itâs special just for you đ„č
Def wants to take you on a nice date somewhere. Maybe a fancy restaurant, maybe to a bar, maybe a coffee shop for some caffeine and sweets.
Def asks you what you want to do and leaves the choice to you. Heâs fine with whatever as long as he can hold your hand and give you kisses every 2 seconds so often.
DEFINITELY picks you up in a fancy ass car with a chauffeur and champagne and everything!
Whatever you decide to do, heâs sooooo distracted the whole time. Thereâs so much on his mind rn and itâs all different thoughts about you, most of them innocent đ
I mean how is he supposed to keep his thoughts 100% clean and innocent when you dressed so nicely for your valentines date and you keep laughing extra loud at his jokes and blushing bright red at every compliment he shoots your way.
Of course he dresses to the nines as well. He looks great in white, donât get me wrong. But him in a deep red suit with pink accents for valentines?!,!!??!,? PLZ đ
He also loves the way people stare when you two go out together. Sure, itâs not totally conventional for the king of hell, Lucifer himself, to be so deeply in love with someone of your status but thatâs what really bonds you two. Itâs not some arrangement or a deal made for your soul or anything besides true love and attraction for each other.
He loves and trusts you so much, youâre so different from everyone else who fights for his attention.
And youâre just thanking your lucky stars, wondering how the hell you pulled him. Heâs so perfect omfgggg
He is sure to ask you if everything is to your liking, how youâre feeling, what you want to do next. Heâs very observant and considerate.
Itâs hard to even eat or drink or whatever youâre trying to focus on bc he keeps staring at you and holding your hand and winking at you Everytime you guys make eye contact.
Donât get me wrong! Heâs lovey dovey and super sweet all the time but on this holiday of romance and love, heâs going 1000 times harder!
He would totally take you back to his house to finish off your romantic evening.
Probably puts on some music and takes off his coat to get more comfy.
Offers you a drink and goes to make it himself, adding some cute little garnish to it just to be fancy for you.
Sits on the couch in the living room with you and keeps his hands on you in some way. Touching your thigh, holding your hand, rubbing your arm or your back.
Proceeds to talk your ear off about everything and anything as his hands roam your body subconsciously.
Luci definitely talks a lot, rambles on and on to you all the time. Hope youâre a good listener ;) he doesnt have many other loved ones to talk to you so you get to hear it all
He talks so much he probably often tells you the same story over and over again. You tell him âYes, Luci. You told me this already.â with a sweet smile at least once a day.
Tries to kiss you but accidentally bumps his head into yours instead.
Now youâre both laughing so loud, blushing so bright red and canât maintain eye contact for more than a second or two.
He probably cracks a joke to ease the tension in the room too. And even worse, itâs some lame dad joke or a pun lmaoooo
Leans in again, much slower this time. His eyes flutter shut and he purses his lips as he approaches.
His kiss is scorching hot but so so soft.
Maybe you guys have kissed before, maybe not. But this kiss hits different. Maybe itâs the Valentineâs Day sweetness in the air, maybe itâs because heâs so goofy and silly and comfortable with you all the time, maybe itâs the drinks youâve had tonight, maybe all three?
But this kissâŠis the most passionate youâve ever shared with him.
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sooo... I saw that your requests are open so maybe something with Henderson!reader who secretly has a crush on Eddie/Steve (you know I love them both so it's your choice here đ€) and she has a fight with Dustin and this little shrimp (with all the love Dusty-bun) and his big mouth scream in nerves something about said crush and of course Eddie/Steve hears it, happy ending here pretty please đ„č
of course you don't have to write it if you don't like the idea! no pressure here, hope you have an amazing day Andy đ©·
My only angel E.M.
Warnings: slight angst, mentions of unrequited feelings, mutual pining, happy ending of course, mostly fluff
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader
Word count: 2.5K
Note: thank you for this request bestie! I loved writing it!
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You love your brother, you really do but that little shrimp, how Eddie likes to call him, can truly get on your nerves sometimes. You do anything for him, which is probably why he is so insatiable. You always spoiled him, that was probably your first mistake but you love getting him things that he loves so much, whether itâs new comics, books, movies or anything DnD related. A lot of your savings are spent on him, you know itâs not your job to get him all this stuff all the time but he is your little brother and you love seeing that big smile on his face whenever he gets excited about the things you get him.Â
You drive him around when Steve is too busy to do it, you cook him lunch and dinner when your mom has no time to do it, you bake things for him and his friends and you let him host movie nights even though you love having the living room to yourself on Friday nights.Â
You always say yes to him.Â
But not this time.Â
âCome on, are you serious?â Dustin exclaims, rolling his eyes at you as he follows you to your locker.Â
âVery serious, Dustin!âÂ
âYou can literally do it any other night, y/n!âÂ
Mike, Will and Lucas are tagging along with him, giving you their best puppy eyes.Â
You open your locker, staring into blank space as you take a deep breath before you turn back around to look at the teens.Â
âYou know what? Iâve been waiting for this night for weeks! Mom is out of town, you were supposed to be at Mikeâs place if I remember correctly and I was supposed to have the house to myself!âÂ
Mike furrows his brows, âwhy canât you have your girls night at our place? You can have the basement,â he shrugs.Â
âYeah, the basement is nice!â Will smiles, though he doesnât look like he wants to be a part of this argument.Â
âYeah, Iâm sure Nancy and Robin would be fine with that,â Lucas says, giving you an unsure grin.Â
âExactly!â Dustin rolls his eyes.Â
You tilt your head, âwhy donât you host your DnD thing in your basement? Thatâs where you always used to play!âÂ
Dustin puts his hand on his forehead, âor you can just hang out in your room and weâll have the living room to ourselves, that way we can all have what we want!â
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, âI want the living room, in fact, I want the whole house to myself, for once!âÂ
Dustin scrunches his face up in confusion, âoh come on, y/n, please!âÂ
Mike and Lucas nod along, âplease, we donât want any parents around, they arenât exactly fans of Eddie.âÂ
Your features soften a little, something that definitely doesnât go unnoticed by your little brother.Â
You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest, you shake your head. You, Nancy and Robin have planned your only girls night for weeks, there is no way that you will let any boys interrupt it.Â
âNope.âÂ
Dustinâs face grows red, he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up, âson of a bitch,â he mumbles to himself, âis it because of your crush on Eddie? Are you scared that you will embarrass yourself when heâs around the way you always do?â
Your jaw drops and your eyes widen as you look at your brother.Â
Mikeâs eyes widen as well, he opens his mouth to say something but quickly closes it again when he sees the metalhead behind you, his expression mirroring yours.Â
Will looks down, feeling sorry for you.Â
Lucas cups his mouth, looking like heâs about to burst into laughter.Â
Dustinâs face grows pale, regret flickering in his eyes when he sees the shocked and embarrassed look on your face and the surprised one on Eddieâs.Â
âWhat?!âÂ
Thatâs the question you ask yourself, internally. That voice did not belong to you though, this is Eddieâs voice.Â
Your blood runs cold and your stomach churns. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. Oh, how you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. Your cheeks heat up and embarrassment rushes through you.Â
Eddie, whose face is more flustered than ever, steps around you, staring at you with wide eyes, ây/n, is that the truth?âÂ
You can only imagine what he thinks and what he feels, you spare yourself the embarrassment of being rejected. You donât look at him, you donât even bother to answer the question, you slam your locker shut, âhost your goddamn campaign, Dustin,â you spit before you walk away without sparing any of them a single look.Â
Eddieâs big eyes follow you, watching you walk away with your head hung low. His heart skips a beat, butterflies swirling in his stomach. You have a crush on him? The girl he has been pining for, feels the same?Â
âDustin,â Will mumbles, âhow can you embarrass your own sister like that?â He shakes his head.Â
âYeah, dude,â Lucas mumbles.
Mike scratches his head and glances at Eddie who looks awestruck.
âShit,â Dustin mumbles, closing his eyes.Â
Eddie finally turns to look at him, putting his hand on the teenâs shoulder, he looks down at him, âHenderson, is that the truth?â Eddie asks, âyour sister has a crush on meâ on me?â He points to himself in confusion.Â
Mike and Lucas share a look, smirking a little.Â
Dustin finally opens his eyes, looking nervously up at his dungeon master, he is unsure of what to say, not wanting to embarrass you any further, he shrugs.Â
Lucas sighs, rolling his eyes at his friend, âyes, Eddie. She has a crush on you.âÂ
Mike nods, âyeah, she was actually talking about you with my sister.âÂ
Eddie looks at them, âreally?âÂ
Dustin squints his eyes, taking in the excited look on Eddieâs face, âwait,â he mumbles, âdo you like my sister?âÂ
Eddie swallows, cheeks growing red.
âHoly shit!â Dustin exclaims as the three teens start smirking at him but before any of them can say anything else, Eddie turns around and runs off just the way you did, leaving them all giggling.Â
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You and Eddie arenât the closest friends, that is probably because of your huge crush on him. Dustin isnât wrong, you do tend to embarrass yourself in front of him.Â
Whenever he is around, you turn into a blushing mess, you barely manage to form a sentence when he talks to you, all he ever gets are short responses, shy smiles and little waves. The poor guy probably thinks you hate him but he really just makes you incredibly nervous.Â
You always had a crush on him, from the first moment you had laid your eyes on him, you had a special place in your heart for the handsome metalhead, not knowing that he feels just the same.Â
You never talked much to him, only when you sat next to each other during class or saw him outside of school but you werenât brave enough to make the move to become his friend or anything more than that.Â
When your brother befriended him and he started coming around, stealing your job of driving him around, he always left you a blushing mess. Eddie was always a flirt, throwing random pickup lines at you, gifting you a flower that he picked from your motherâs garden or someone elseâs property, holding doors open for you or carrying your books to classes but you never thought much of it, you thought that heâs like that with every girl.Â
He is not.Â
You fear that, that is over now, that he is weirded out by your crush on him. Thanks to your brother and his big mouth, your day and the rest of your week is ruined.Â
All day, you have been avoiding Eddie, trying your best to avoid eye contact. The thought of being confronted and rejected makes you feel both mortified and heartbroken.Â
You successfully manage to get through the day without running into him again. Now, youâre alone in your room, sulking, listening to Tears for Fears and glaring at your diary, the one that Dustin mustâve read, how else would he know of your crush and your hopeless feelings for Eddie?Â
A knock on your window pulls you out of your thoughts, startling you a little. You throw the ripped out pages on your bed and turn around, eyes widening when you see Eddie who stands in front of your window with a smile on his face, waving at you shyly.
Your heart begins to race, your eyes widen. Nervously, you make your way towards it, he purses his lips, staring at you in excitement. Sliding the window open, you lick your lips and take a deep breath, âh-hi?â You mumble nervously.Â
He is not here to reject you is he?Â
Eddie smiles and you just now notice the flowers in his hands.
Surely, a guy who is about to reject you, wonât show up with flowers and a smile on his face, right?
âHello princess,â he grins, looking giddy as he eyes you.Â
You blush at the pet name, breaking eye contact, you look down.Â
âCan I come in?âÂ
You nod and step aside to let him in, you dig your nails into your palms, a nervous habit that you have picked up on, years ago. You look down at yourself, growing incredibly flustered when you realize that youâre only wearing a big shirt and underwear.Â
He climbs inside and shuts the window before he turns around to face you, he canât even fight the smile off his face when he sees how nervous you are, âhere, these are for you,â he whispers, holding out the flowers for you.Â
Your eyes light up, looking up at him, you notice the excitement in his dark eyes, his plump lips are set in a bright smile.Â
You reach for the flowers, your fingertips graze his knuckles as you take the flowers from him, âthank you,â you smile, glancing at the pink and yellow flowers, âthose are not from momâs garden,â you giggle.Â
Eddie shakes his head, âno, theyâre not,â he smiles, âI picked them out just for you, thereâs a huge field of flowers close to Loverâs Lake,â he explains. He licks his lips, looking around the room that he has only passed by whenever he came over to pick up Dustin, âmaybe I could take you thereâŠ. tomorrow? To Loverâs Lake, I mean.âÂ
Your heart flutters in your chest, excitement bubbling in your stomach.Â
âTo do what?â You ask, tilting your head, âisnât that like a popular makeout spot?âÂ
His eyes widen and he chuckles, âno, according to all the jocks at school, skull rock is a popular makeout spot,â he says, stepping closer to you, he smiles as he watches you smelling the flowers, âbut we could always make Loverâs Lake a new makeout spot, just for us, of course.âÂ
Your eyes widen even more, your cheeks grow incredibly hot.Â
Your reaction makes him smirk, a sense of pride rushing through him for being so âsmoothâ.Â
You giggle, forgetting all about the embarrassment and the fear you have felt before.
âJust for us?âÂ
He steps even closer to you, bringing his hand up, he brushes your hair back, tucking it behind your ear, âI wouldnât want to take any other girl there, sweetheart,â he says, eyes softening, âbut you gotta stop running away from me, Iâve been trying to catch you all day.âÂ
You draw your brows together and look up at him with big eyes, it makes him weak in the knees.Â
âTell me, is that little shrimp telling the truth?â He asks with big and hopeful eyes.Â
You blink, your breathing quickens and you grow nervous all over again.Â
âIf he is, then Iâd be the happiest and luckiest man in the world, princess.âÂ
Your heart leaps to your throat, you canât believe it.Â
âReally?â You breathe.Â
He nods with a large smile on his face.Â
âIf you havenât noticed, Iâm like really obsessed with you,â he admits, cheeks redder than ever.Â
âWait what?âÂ
He chuckles, shaking his head as he cups your cheek, âI thought, I made it pretty obvious.âÂ
Not only does Eddie use every opportunity to talk to you, to spend time with you, he also creates DnD characters based on you, he drives around Hawkins, searching for the perfect flowers for you, he picks up Dustin just so he can see you, even if itâs only for one minute, he does anything to see you and to be with you and he explains all that to you, leaving you standing there with a shocked and awestruck look on your face.Â
âI-I thought you do that for every girl,â you admit.Â
âNever!â Eddie frowns, âI only want one girl,â he says as he reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his lips, he keeps looking into your eyes as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, âI only want you, sweetheart. So, will you take pity on my cynical heart and do me the honor and go on a date with me?â He asks, dramatically and with a teasing look in his eyes.Â
Your giggle makes his soul happy.
Eddie is so crazy about you. He loves your beautiful voice, it always makes his heart flutter. He loves your sweet smile. He loves the way you get so flustered whenever he just looks at you. He loves your perfume. He loves the way you make him feel. The way you have always been so good and sweet to him, the way you always make him smile and happy, even on his worst days.
You're his angel.
âI would love to go on a date with you, Eddie Munson,â you smile.Â
âReally?â He exclaims happily.Â
âYes!âÂ
He fist bumps the air before he scoops you up in his arms and twirls you around, giggling at the squeal that leaves your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, still holding the flowers in your hands.Â
âThis is the best day of my life,â he whispers when he places you back on the ground, giving you a toothy grin, he canât even help himself, leaning closer, he kisses your cheek, âcanât believe that your little brother made it the best day.âÂ
âYou shouldâve asked me out before,â you whisper.Â
âSweetheart, I didnât think you were into me, I feel like Iâve been flirting with you for months!âÂ
âI didnât think you were flirting!âÂ
âWasnât I obvious?âÂ
You shrug, âI thought that you were just a flirt!âÂ
He scoffs, putting his hands on the small of your back, he pulls you tightly against him, âonly for you.âÂ
You smile at him. Raising your hand, you run your fingers through his hair and push it back, reaching for one of the smaller flowers in your little bouquet, you pick it out and tuck the stem behind his ear.Â
Eddie chuckles at your action but his heart flutters when you lean in and kiss his cheek.Â
âYouâre pretty, Eddie.âÂ
âYeah?â He asks, blushing.Â
You nod.Â
âI think youâre prettier,â he whispers, smiling at you, âyouâre the prettiest.âÂ
âNo, thatâs you.âÂ
âNo, you!âÂ
Neither of you notice the hushed whispers outside of your door, too busy and focused on each other.
âOh, theyâre so gross already,â Dustin mumbles with a disgusted look on his face.Â
Lucas and Mike giggle.Â
âI think, theyâre super cute,â Will smiles with a happy look on his face.Â
âI think Eddie will come over for something other than the campaign this weekend,â Lucas says, wiggling his brows.Â
Dustin groans, shaking his head, âew!âÂ
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