#i can even eat u out or suck on something and make you breakfast in the morning after :)
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Jungkook
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 23
You're just so frustrating.
Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, fluff
Length: 1k Words
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Fuck this.
Jungkook refuses to believe that that was how he proposed to you- he won’t aknowledge it, eating his breakfast cereal with a pout on his face.
„Jungkook, come on.“ You laugh, sitting across from him. „I told you it was perfect-„ you say, though he shakes his head, beginning to talk before he can properly swallow- which makes him choke, and you laugh as he coughs up the stray bits of food that entered the wrong tube.
„I don’t care, it sucked.“ He denies, tears on the edges of his eyes as he drinks some water.
„I mean I did suck you-„ you start, causing him to send a glare your way, but you just sigh. „Jungkook come on. It doesn’t matter to me how you asked me- the fact that you did makes me happy already!“ you tell him, before you tap his bowl. „Now eat your cereal or it’ll get soggy.“
He does- but that still doesn’t lift his mood at all.
He doesn’t really have time to figure out another masterplan like last time, since he’ll have to get back to work soon to not make anybody mad enough to slap some god awful project onto his table to be done before the new year- but maybe he can still come up with something memorable. There’s still some money in the bank, and he’s soon to get his december bonus for the holidays, so maybe a fancy date? Now that he thinks about it, you never went to one together. He doesn’t even really own a suit.
He should get one. And you a pretty dress. But not one that’s too expensive, because he’ll surely break it later back home.
Searching online for a fitting suit and dress for you both during his break, he doesn’t even notice you entering the room- quietly, thinking he might still be working, to put a plate of warm food down for his late lunch, and only now does he notice he’s been working for hours on end again without a proper break. And before he can even thank you properly, you’ve exited his office room again, door clicking into the hinge, as he looks on his plate.
Dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, and ketchup squirted down in the shape of a heart.
That's it. That's the last straw.
He exits his office with his plate in hand, setting it down on the coffee table next to yours as you were just about to turn on the TV, looking at him all surprised. “Everything ok-“
“You’re doing it again!” He complains, standing there like some upset Sims character, pouting and brows all frowned.
“I’m.. what?” You ask, confused. “..but you love dinosaurs when you’re upset-“
“I do!” He whines out, and you’re halfway expecting him to stomp his leg like a rabbit any second now, as he stands there with his hands clenched to fists. “I really do, and I also love it when you put my ketchup in a little heart there.” He says.
“…okay?” You chuckle, unsure. What’s he getting at?
He sits down next to you, and begins to eat, quietly. You’re not sure what’s wrong with him, but he’s sometimes like this, sometimes he doesn’t make a lot of sense. Or maybe he does, and he just can’t properly explain it well.
“You do-“ he starts, taking a sip of some water to wash down his food, as he shakes his head at his plate. “-You always do so many things for me.” He rants, almost angrily. “like now. You always know how to pick me up when I’m down, or you just-“ he picks one of the dinosaurs up to dip its tail into the ketchup, “-or you just do stuff like this randomly, and it’s the sweetest shit ever!” He exclaims, glaring at his food. “ridiculous.!” He shakes his head again, biting the tail off.
“Yeah cause, I love you?” You giggle, not quite sure what he’s getting at, still.
“Bu’ I ‘ove u ‘oo!” He responds agitated with a whine, before he almost chokes on his unswallowed bite, making you push the glass of water closer that he eagerly takes to help push down his food so he can talk properly. “I love you too, but you’re so good at it, it’s unfair!” He complains, making you laugh.
“How can someone be good at loving someone else?” You snort, pushing his shoulder when he looks at you with his brows wiggling suggestively.
“No but, in all honesty.” He says, sighing as he stares at the last dinosaur waiting to be eaten. “You’re so good at like.. Doing stuff for me. Everything you do is always so special.” He mumbles.
“...so you feel bad now because your proposal wasn’t special enough?” You wonder, and he shrugs, defeated, and nods. “Jungkook, you do know that the way you proposed is literally.. The most uniquely Jungkook-thing you could’ve done? Everyone goes on fancy vacations to propose!” You tell him, and he only hesitantly moves his face to look at you, back arched as he sits with no tension in his body. “Jungkookie, baby, it really doesn’t matter to me.” You press, hand on his thigh-
And it’s then that he notices, and jumps up to run into the bedroom, roaming in one of the drawers for something. “What is it now?” You laugh, as he stubbornly tugs at your hand before he stops.
“Wait which hand goes the ring on again?” He wonders to himself. “And which finger..?” He says, making you giggle, before you tell him where it goes. And the moment it’s on, he stares at it for a good while, just.. Letting it happen.
He’s really doing this. He’s going to marry you.
“We’re gonna have to kind of.. Talk about how we wanna marry.” You say, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Can’t we marry here at home? With bowser?” He wonders, and you laugh at him, pulling him closer to hold his cheeks as you kiss him.
“Like I said.” You giggle, lovestruck. “It really doesn’t matter to me, as long as I’m marrying you.”
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Request: I can sooooooo see Hasan having a breeding kink. Like he’s so possessive and a show off, loved pointing out that Austin was wearing his jewelry at the Streamies, I can just imagine how proud and possessive he is knowing he got you pregnant.
Plus you’d look so gorgeous carrying his baby, he’s LOVING all the body changes you’re going through and would literally just worship you.
So something soft and smutty, even just foreplay and being intimate and close together.
🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
OBVIOUSLY!!! HAVE U SEEN HIM?!
Ugh…
TO BEGIN
He definitely makes u wear his rings during sex
And they’re too big for your fingers because he’s MASSIVE
But he’s like
“Keep them safe for me, yeah? They mean a lot to me.”
In the sweetest voice
So how could you not? Having to clench your fists so they don’t fall off…
ik we all probably think of Hasan being on the rougher side
Which is definitely true for when you guys are having your regular sex
But when he’s solely set on knocking you up he’s so gentle and romantic about it…
He tracks your cycle, obviously
Plans around the day you’re most fertile
He’s streaming as usual, before one day of each month, he’s just GONE.
No internet presence, no texts, no calls, nothing.
He disappears so completely even the FBI would struggle to get in contact with him.
Just so he can be completely focused on you!!! <3
Missionary all fucking day
Like…
Literally…
All fucking day
Fucking all day
Puts a pillow under your hips
Has a plug ready to go
Gets really sensual with it
Lights tons of candles
Pink lights
Will tie your hands together with ribbon above your head
FIXATED on BOOBA
He can’t not touch, tug, pull, suck, pinch, kiss…
Especially with the aim of the day
There’s just something about your boobs that make him FUCKING fall in love all over again <3
To the main course,
He works on a schedule
Wake up - 6:00am (early, but he has to)
Wake you up with breakfast in bed - 6:30am
Fuck - 7:00 to 8:00
Relax - 8:00 to 8:30
Fuck - 8:30 to 9:30
Relax, etc., etc.
Makes sure to fill you up at least twice every hour!
If you guys have to go out after fucking, he’ll be smiling like a fucking idiot knowing that his cum is nestled in you, doing its job.
And that nobody even knows! But they will know soon!!!
Gets even more sad than you when all the tests come back negative
Until
FINALLY
It happens!
And he’s over the moon about it!
He gets so fucking excited, immediately planning what the nursery will look like and buying you CUTE maternal clothes (none of those basic maternal clothes, no no no, you’re gonna be fashionable while pregnant, that’s for fucking sure!!!)
Completely stocks up on your favourite food!
One day, during your fourth month, you wake up to his head on your chest and his hand rubbing your tummy
You say “I’m not even showing yet, what you’re rubbing is my food baby.”
And he gets SO huffy with you
That’s HIS BABY right there ma’am!!!
Oh god…
Thinking of going to the fucking streamies with him like this…
In your sixth month, he’s already SO PROTECTIVE
Literally follows you around like a bodyguard, making sure people stay AT LEAST two feet away from you, no touching the belly without permission, throwing even his BEST FRIENDS stink eyes if they look at you for too long…
But also
You take a pic before going to the venue…
It’s a full length mirror pic…
Your dress is FUCKING AMAZING, with two slits in it…
But…
Kneeling at your feet is Hasan, in his suit, hugging your leg while you play with his hair and he looks up at you like you quite literally MADE the universe.
People go feral for that pic <3 <3 <3
Oh and you thought he loved your tits before?
Now they’ve grown and gotten heavy with milk?
LITERALLY DEVOTED TO BOOBA
He can NOT get enough!!!
Staring at them all the time
Sometimes will just get you to flash him so he can get that little boost of serotonin he needs <3
You get so round <3
And he’s like
So curvy, he wants to EAT YOU
If you keep the weight after giving birth
God
Fucking
Save
You
He’s SO fucking feral for it
Ugh
Anyways
I’ve got work to do
Buh BYE!!! <3
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*Request: maybe some idea for u : feisty humain!reader having mood swings w her best friend (Loak or Neteyam) because she is in her ovulating week and he teases her until making her tell him why she is acting weird like that today. then he asks her to explain the "symptoms" and she says that she want to fuck more and that she’s more attracted to people during this time and he asks if it’s applied to him too & u already know the end of it🤭🤭 hope u can take something from it, xo 😘*
Okay, so this is my first human!reader fic so go easy on me 😅 I might redo this one in the future with Neteyam because I’m curious about how much different it would turn out if I wrote for him instead. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one 🤗 All characters are aged up.
🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞
Smut under the cut.
Pandora was beautiful. Even though you had to admire its beauty through the shield of your mask, it still left you breathless every day. Looking out at the bioluminescent flora and fauna every night through your bedroom window was unlike anything you had ever seen on Earth. You wanted to be out in it every day. But today you were hit with a painful reminder that you were human.
You jumped out of your sleep drenched in sweat. What were you dreaming about? You couldn’t fully remember. The memory came in flashes and blurs. Moans, smacks, and heat is all you’re able to really make out before you lose the visual. You suck in a sharp breath feeling a dull ache in your breasts. You cautiously press on one trying to figure out what was causing the pain. You find nothing and brush it off as a consequence of sleeping on your stomach.
When you make your way to your bathroom to get ready for the day, you strip off your sleep clothes and notice a giant wet spot on your panties. That’s weird. And then it hits you. You check your app on your phone and realize what week it is. You’re ovulating. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to plug in your toys before you leave your room.
After a shower and brushing your teeth, you go join everyone for breakfast. While you’re fixing your coffee, a familiar voice enters the lab. Everybody greets Lo’ak as he walks through the cafeteria over to you. “Hey, I found this awesome lake with a cliff that’s perfect for diving. We’ve gotta check it out!” he’s oozing enthusiasm and excitement and it’s adorable. All of a sudden, it feels like there’s a throbbing between your legs.
“Sounds cool, Lo’ak. Maybe another day though.” You say about to walk away, but he blocks your path.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve already been waiting for like 2 days because of training. We’ve gotta go now.”
“I’m not in the mood Lo’ak.” Your irritation is growing. You loved Lo’ak. He was your absolute best friend, but he was persistent. And while that could be endearing in certain circumstances, it could also be kind of a nuisance. Right now, you really just needed to get back to your room and take care of your little problem.
“What’s up with you today? I thought you’d be dying to go.” He’s starting to get a little concerned looking at your face. “Your face is getting red.”
You can’t handle the way he’s looking at you right now, “Nothing is ‘up’ with me Lo’ak so will you drop it please?” you push past him and continue down the hall to your room.
Lo’ak follows right behind you though. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s wrong.” You roll your eyes as he follows you into your room. “What? Somebody eat the last of your snacks or something?”
You huff out a big sigh and set your coffee on your desk. “If you really must know, I’m ovulating.”
His face screws in confusion. “Okay…What does that mean? Is that a human thing?”
Right. You and Lo’ak are so close that sometimes you forget he is actually an alien. “How do I explain it….it’s like when a na’vi woman goes into heat, but for humans we also can get bloated and moody and crampy and a whole bunch of other stuff. You follow?” you do your best to try and explain to him and his eyes jump around while he’s trying to make the connections in his mind. ”So you’re in a bad mood because you’re in heat?” he does his best to try and make sense of your situation.
“Basically, yeah.”
“So how do you make it better?” he crosses his legs making himself comfortable on your bed like he often did.
“There’s not really a way to make it better. I kind of have to just ride it out. Unless, I got pregnant, but it’s not like that’s gonna be happening anytime soon. But I’m irritated because I’m insanely horny and I can’t really get any relief.” You brush your hair to the side with your fingers trying to soothe yourself and Lo’ak watches your hair brush over your neck and expose your shoulders.
“Well, what if I helped you out?” he asks casually.
Your body freezes in place. “Lo’ak I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“That’s why you’re not asking, I’m offering. I mean what kind of friend would I be if I knew I could help you out and I did nothing?” Lo’ak had always kind of had a thing for you. You were his closest friend and he found a comforting familiarity in you that he didn’t feel with other na’vi thanks to his slightly more human traits.
You think about his offer for a split second before snapping back to your senses. “How would that even work? I think you forget that you’re like 8 feet tall. You would quite literally split me in half.”
He chuckles knowing that you’re not wrong. “Just lay down and let me handle it.”
You’re skeptical. “What are you going to do?”
“Just lay down. You trust me, right?”
You slowly make your way over to your bed next to him. “Yeah…”
“Okay then. So don’t be so uptight.” You lay back and let your eyes scan the ceiling of your room. Your breathing gets faster when you feel Lo’ak hook his fingers in the waist band of your shorts and panties and slide them down your legs. You close your eyes trying not to focus on the fact that your best friend was now staring down your exposed cunt.
This is crossing so many lines, but your mood would only get worse if you were to stop now. Work yourself up just to rip away your chance at real relief? You weren’t in the mood for edging today. There was no turning back now.
Meanwhile Lo’ak is wide-eyed as he stares at your body. He’d never tell you this, but he had imagined you exactly like this countless times. When he’d come to see you and you’d be dressed in barely-there comfy clothes, when you’d bend over to pick something up, when the front of your shirt would fall a little lower than it should and he would catch a peek at your cleavage. The restraint he had to hold on to was legendary. And now here he was licking his lips greedily as he almost gets stuck just staring at your form that squirmed with anticipation and nerves.
He lowers his head between your thighs and carefully swipes his tongue against your throbbing clit. Your whole body jolts from the feeling and a small moan escapes. Lo’ak’s ears flick in your direction and he’s now painfully aware of how hard he is right now. He continues lapping at your soaked entrance closing his eyes to savor the sweet taste on his tongue. He groans against your heat and the vibrations make your hips grind against his face. “Mmf…Fuck…Lo’ak!” your voice comes out in a breathy whine.
One of his fingers teases at your entrance before he slowly slides it inside of you. His finger is huge stretching you deliciously. You look down at his face and he’s already watching you. The eye contact makes you lose it. “Yes! Yes Lo’ak! Right there! Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum right there!”
“Shit, so fucking tight. Cum for me.” He says between sucking on your clit. It’s too much. The way his finger curls up to press against the spongey part inside your walls and the sound of him French kissing your cunt sends you over the edge. Your body shakes violently and your walls squeeze around his finger. Your head falls back while you reach your peak and subsequently come down.
Lo’ak reluctantly pulls his mouth off of you and pulls his finger out of you and watches your chest rise and fall rapidly while you regain your composure. He tries to position himself so that he can hide his bulge not wanting to let on just how badly he wanted to fuck you dumb right now.
“Feel better?”
You lazily nod your head at him.
“Good. So can we go diving now?” he tries to lighten the mood before any kind of conversation can follow what just happens. You’re not really ready to talk about it yet either.
“Alright, let’s go.”
He jumps up in excitement and you get dressed and find your mask.
“Thanks, Lo’ak.” Even if you weren’t really ready to talk about it yet, you still felt like you should at least thank him.
“Trust me, it was my pleasure.” He shoots you a playful wink before walking off.
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hello daughter.
saw that your requests are open and i swooped in to leave one.
can you do nanami encouraging you for a work exam? (i have mine next week) sfw and fluffy plz <3
⊹˚.⋆ COMFORTING YOU DURING YOUR EXAMS - JUJUTSU KAISEN
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℘. no gender specified ! pure fluff
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⋆ NANAMI KENTO
okay this man would be SO supportive
he would stay by your side during your revisions because he wants to be there in case you need help understanding something
and he's so kind when he explains things to you, he does not want you to feel stupid for not understanding, he is as gentle as possible
he rubs soft circles on your hand while he does
he will find exercises on the internet and do them with you so he's sure you got it
he never loses track of time, he wants to make sure you eat your 2 meals a day and a good breakfast
he knows what you have to eat in order to be energetic and efficient during your study sessions
so you'll get homemade cereal bars, your favourite coffee at precise hours so you still get some sleep at night, healthy delicious meals at noon and in the evening
and he will present them so aesthetically too, he sees it as "your break", the moment where you will really take your mind off everything
obviously, he will eat with you. he has always considered eating meals with your family SO IMPORTANT
and staring at his angel face definitely takes your mind elsewhere 😫
if you are particularly anxious before your finals, you can count on him to make you feel better
he will carry you to the couch and trap you under a blanket
and make your favourite hot beverage to soothe you
he will put you on his lap and caress your back with one of his hand and your cheek with the other
and tell you how proud he is, you've been putting so much energy into succeeding
there is no way you will fail, and even if you do you will not disappoint anyone and especially not him
this man lives to make you happy, he will just take you out on a date to make you feel better !
on the D- Day, he will personally bring you to school, give you a forehead kiss of encouragement and a big hug
AND OFC HE WILL REMIND YOU OF HOW PROUD HE IS
and he will also pick you up from it with a beautiful bouquet of flowers<3
give me a nanami please
⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO
okay so this may seem weird to some people BUT I can see toji as science and maths smart
like an assassin has to strategically plan their attack and it must take some logic and maths or something idk y'all I never killed anyone
so if you are studying something in those fields, he will help you
but toji sucked at school, so he developed his own way of doing maths and it's confusing you more than it helps💀
I feel like he would be pissed that you're busy so he'll casually drop in your flat without warning
like he wants to be there for you
and he wants you to know that he's trying to support you... in his own way
occasional thighs rub and kisses at the back of your head
toji often tells you that he will kill whoever gives you a bad mark which is not so comforting 😍
but that's kind of a motivation because OBVIOUSLY you don't want anyone killed
he will bring you coffee but will try his best to act like someone accidentally put this in his hand and he was forced to take it to you
yeah he tries his best to believe that he's not completely whipped
" 'brought you this" and he will deadass whisper it like he's a kid who just told his mom he broke her favourite vase
he almost threw it on the table it was about to spill all over your books, thankfully you caught it in time
and he walked out way too fast for it to be normal
episode 2 of toji not understanding he's whipped : he will take the day of your exams off so he can bring you and get you back home
on his motorcycle because he can't help but brag
also he likes your friends' reactions when he comes to your school, obviously your boyfriend is the kind of hot you only see once in your life if you even see it at all
he was internally stressed out for you and didn't realize until he knew your were in that classroom writing and he was just walking around with no purpose
once you tell him you did well on your exams, he will have such relief that he'll be down to watch Christmas movies with you
⋆ SATORU GOJO
he will barge in your flat - almost giving you a heart attack - with an enormous bouquet, a personalized teddy bear the size of half his body that says "so proud of you baby, you're gonna slay" and your favourite coffee
how did he know the word "slay" ? he spends all his time on tik tok and his screen time is insanely high
and that was of no exception during your revisions. he will watch tik toks in the same room as you, with the volume wayyyy too high
but being alive for so long got him kind of deaf
and between us, he probably exhausted his own eardrums by being so loud all the time
he will hug you - I mean, crush you - from behind your chair
"You're so sexy being all schooly"... and of course he smirks
and I hope that you hit him with one of your books because he deserved it
he won't help you because school has never been his thing and he doesn't remember anything
yet he will whine about being touch-deprived and pushed aside, BEGGING you to give him attention
you've scolded him once or twice so now he's just occasionally playing with your feet
yes with your feet
at some point, you had to kick him out
he spammed your phone with apologies and kept on sending you bouquets, you almost couldn't walk in your place 😭
you eventually let him come back in and he was so traumatized by your punition that he shut up and let you study???
WHIPPED.
he will personally insist on taking you to your exams and will take 2 hours to get ready
"damn babe I look so good, your friends are gonna be jealous of you dating such a hot man"
and he's sadly right...
he will flex SO BAD, he'll drive you in one of his limousines with tinted windows and open the door for you
no gojo doesn't know discretion btw
after the exam, he will bring you back home in that same limousine and will be the clingiest mf
good luck, honey. he's heavy
you come back to all the flowers carefully put in vases and it's kind of a vibe actually
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Can u pls do like a playboy gojou falls in love with the nerdy ready n takes her v card?
A/n: Waaa!! OFC I CAN DO THIS ONE!! Honestly been dying for some gojo things to write and this was a nice idea. Srry it took so damn long, I was feeling off so I didn't want to write this half-hearted. I hope you enjoy your drabble! ♥ ♥ ♥
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Infatuated: Playboy! Gojo Satoru /Playboy! Gojo x Nerd! reader/
warnings: virgin!reader, f!reader, player! gojo, popping that cherry, body worship, caring! gojo, top!gojo, bottom!reader, mentions of masturbation (male), chubby reader, grinding through clothing, oral (female receiving), gentle fingering, brief nipple sucking, unprotected sex [stay safe out there], gojo's a tease ><
au:: light strangers-to-lovers??
reader: f!chubby!reader
plot: requested drabble . soft smut
a/n:: This was a good time to pause on Lost Lamb and finish this. I loved the idea and wanted to do a chubby reader since I don't see many Gojo x chubby readers on here. I hope you liked this and it was worth the wait!!
words: 3.371k
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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ♥
Gojo, being Gojo, had the ability that every guy wanted: could pull a bitch.
He had his own little pool of pussy that he could call for a quick fuck if he wanted to. Some girls that he couldn't even remember asking for their name or number had him in their contacts. Personally, he thought he was a god with this kind of thing. A master of the craft.
That was until he met you.
He wasn't even planning on walking into that little coffee shop, he was just walking by and found it interesting. Upon walking into the cafe, he was hit with the smells of breakfast food and coffee that had a 70's style theme to it.
It was rather peaceful in the small cafe, the sudden urge to eat something taking over as he walked over to the cash register.
"Hello, welcome to the Dainty Diner," The cute little worker smiled, looking up at Gojo and stopping short. "Uhm.. t-table for one?"
"Yes, thank you." Gojo responded, seeing the flustered look on her face as she punched in a few numbers on the register and turned to lead him to a spot.
"I'll be back with a menu." She said, her eyes practically glued to the floor as she walked away.
Gojo ordered a meal after she had brought his drink, a diet Coke, and waited. Looking around and enjoying the view outside before his eyes landed on you. Your figure was beyond him, seeing your hair pulled up in a loose bun as you read whatever you were reading.
He was in a trance, looking over your body out of pure boredom but with a fascination that he couldn't understand. The coal-grey turtleneck and the tight navy blue ripped jeans with some black heeled sandals was a cute outfit to say the least. Gojo didn't know why, but he wanted to talk to you. Maybe get your number and chat for a while?
After a few minutes though, Gojo got his meal and began to eat. Pancakes and bacon, with eggs and sausages links on the side. Rather childish order, but it gave him a wave of nostalgia.
As he ate, he couldn't help but find his eyes trailing back over to you.
He had noticed that you ordered a simple black coffee that probably had a spot or two of sugar and some cream. This sudden interest in you was so new and exciting that Gojo couldn't help himself.
After that day, he had found out that you worked at this little library nearby and came in every morning at 8 o'clock for a cup of coffee and some time to breathe. Gojo wasn't surprised after a few weeks of coming by, making up excuses with his younger co-worker Nanami Kento and his best friend Getou Suguru.
"Just talk to her," Suguru had said, pointing his tea spoon over at your figure, which was now dressed in a small white summer dress in matching color sandals.
"You've been practically stalking her for weeks, Sato. Just go talk to her already, it's really boring watching you now."
"I'm not stalking," Gojo retorted, a flash of annoyance in his baby blue eyes. "I've been simply observing! Seeing that she works at a library is normal, now isn't it?"
"Not to me.." Nanami muttered, munching on an omurice plate he had ordered for lunch.
Scoffing, Gojo turned and resting his head on his palm, enjoying the sight of you just drinking coffee like normal. It wasn't until another few weeks later, almost a month later now, that Gojo decided to actually speak to you. It was nerve-wracking for the first time in forever for him to speak to a girl.
Then again, he was normally a little tipsy when he started talking to a girl..
"Uh, h-hello?"
Your eyes met his quickly, making Satoru flinch for a moment, a small pink blush tinting his cheeks. They were so pretty to look at..
"Yes?" You questioned, fixing your reading glasses for a moment. The black, half crescent moon glasses sat on the bridge of your nose and a few freckles that Gojo noticed also decorated your cheeks.
You were fucking gorgeous..
"Can I.. help you?"
"Right, uhm-!" Satoru took a few breaths, nodding towards the seat in front of you and smiling weakly. "May I sit with you?"
You took a moment, your pretty lashes fluttering for a moment before you turned up and returned the smile. "Go ahead."
"Thank you," He said quickly, sitting down and licking his pink lips.
Wow, being nervous over a girl is new..
After a few minutes of speaking, you and Gojo started sharing small stories and laughing and smiling at jokes that you'd each crack on occasion. He couldn't tell if the small talk was just that nice, or if he really just wanted to get laid, but he had a great time.
Day after day, you and Gojo would meet and talk to each other. Growing closer and closer every time you meet up at 8 o'clock on the dot. Hell, you even let Gojo come to the library when he had some time off to take you to the cafe for lunch sometimes.
He offered to take you out on a date after almost a few months, seeing as you grew so close in such a short amount of time.
"Oh, no, I can't." You said, blinking a few times before quickly grabbing your book and putting it into your shoulder bag. Your glasses joined them after you put them in their case and stood, asking for the bill.
"What, why not?" Gojo chuckled, standing with you and walking you over to the register. "Was it too forward?"
"No, it wasn't I just can't." You said, reaching into your bag once you got to the register and paid for the meal you both shared.
"I don't want to end up hurt, okay?"
This took Gojo by surprise when he felt hurt. He was only trying to get in your pants for so long until he realized he liked you.
Love wasn't a strong enough word at this time to him, as he still didn't understand the meaning of it.
"..That makes sense.." Gojo started, following you out the diner door and standing next to you on the curb.
"But, can you just take one chance? For me?"
Denied.
Two months later: denied.
You didn't budge once. Scared of commitment and having your heart torn to pieces. Nothing in your life hurt more than rejection to you and you didn't want it to happen with Satoru.
He was a player. You already knew after talking for a few weeks.
The way he carried himself like a childish fling that was good for a vacation getaway that'd never call you again once he managed to bust a nut inside you was a huge red flag.
Even when he begged in front of you and your coworkers you said no. Even after they told you that it was worth the risk, you shook your head and said no.
Nothing could change you mind.
Nothing, and yet you never regretted that one day.
The one day you'd say yes to a date and let a man take you. Gojo had come over, wine in hand, and knocked on your apartment door.
He had wanted to apologize for his previous actions and thought a night as friends would be good enough for him.
The air around you both was comfortable as you sat on your couch. Watching Gojo pop open the wine cork and pour small glasses for each of you. While you played a movie for background noise, you and Gojo talked.
His pretty white lashes were constantly fluttering with glee when you made a comment about the gorey movie you had picked. Gojo couldn't help but wish you'd say yes that whole time.
He was so ready to let you be his first girlfriend that he would've gotten on his hands and knees for you.
But, despite it all, he was okay with your decision.
He was alright.
Until that wine bottle got closer and closer to being empty. And when you and Satoru got closer and closer did he regret giving up.
He shouldn't have given up on such a wonderful woman. A hard worker with so many different passions that excited him into going out with you more. He couldn't help it when he pressed his pink lips against yours.
And feeling your small hands coursing through his white locks was such a turn on. It was so hard to resist you. To not touch you all over and make you feel amazing.
Picking you up and carrying you to your room was only the tip of the iceberg for him. Gojo was ready to make you his. And he could feel that thumping in your chest when he laid you out bare on your bed.
You wanted this too.
You wanted it just as bad and were willing to risk it all, just scared it hurt.
And Gojo wasn't going to go away. Not anytime soon. He loved you like nothing else.
Parties and drinking weren't something he fancied anymore. He wanted you. You and all your plush curves. All the warm hugs and kisses that those plump and beautiful lips and arms had to offer. He wanted to suck, bite, nibble, and lick your lips until they bled. Only for him to suck up the crimson liquid and make it better.
And now, as he pressed his aching front against your warm mound, Gojo could tell that tonight would be a little more than mind numbing. It'd make his head spin and his cock twitch. Hell, he wouldn't be the littlest bit surprised if you made his balls fill only to empty inside you and paint your warmth white.
But, the nervous little twitches you made were concerning.
Did it hurt? Did you want him to stop? What was wrong?
"Y/n, what's the matter?" He asked, feeling his cock bulge through his sweats. Twitching with want when the sensitive head felt the outline of your vulva. "I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"
"N-No, it's not that.." Your soft mewling against the crook of his shoulder was enough fuel to make him cream his pants. "I just.."
"Yeah?"
Your blushing cheeks made Gojo want to bite them, but your quivering lips caught his attention. "I'm a.. virgin."
"Virgin?" Gojo echoed the word, a fluttering in his heart as you gave him a nod in confirmation. Virgin? You?
"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you and make it better."
Warm fingers traced down your hips, rubbing circles and squeezing your waist as if to claim you. Pulling at your clothing while Gojo's lips traced your lower ones. His pearly white teeth nipped and tugged at it until you let out a soft whimper, blushing more and more at Gojo's actions.
It was so new, but you already wanted more. How in the world could Gojo make you want this?
So much was going on yet you couldn't help but accept it. His long fingers barely making their way into your shorts and playing with your senses until you couldn't breathe.
What was that feeling deep in your gut? The one that seemed like a ball that wanted to burst. It was getting bigger and bigger, making you want to erupt.
"Baby, you keep twitching down here," Gojo mumbled in your ear, a cool breath fanning your ear. "Do you like this? You're comfortable, right?"
"Y-Yes, I'm.. ooh.. I'm fine," Your soft sighs, your small voice.. You looked so intoxicating in Gojo's arms.
Gojo's hands gripped your hips, pushing and pulling them. Rubbing your slowly dampening warmth against his aching boner. It was so hard to resist just corrupting your soft walls and ruining them without hesitation, but Gojo had to wait.
He had to make you feel good. He wanted you to remember this. Remember your first. With him and only him. Gojo was the type of man to make you think about nothing, but he wanted you to stay focused on him.
On his blue eyes, his pale skin. Anything that you could think of, Gojo wanted you to pay attention to him, always.
"Mmm... Gojo, you feel good."
Gojo gave a low groan, kissing and sucking on your neck. Rubbing his length against you, even if it was through clothing that he didn't want there. And being an impatient bastard, Gojo gently pulled off your lower garments, quickly removing his and lifting your shirt in the small time span of a few minutes.
"Oh, fuck.." He muttered, his large palms cupping your breasts. Rubbing the pads of his thumbs against your erect nipples, leaning his head down and letting his tongue lap over them as a mewl escaped you.
"You got the cutest little tits I've ever seen, girlie. God, even these nipples make me drool."
Hearing you moan out in pure bliss as Gojo's finger began tracing your clit. The soppy wetness made the male almost choke, wondering how you could hide such a good surprise for him. And as he lowered his head to let his eyes finally be graced with the sight of you, he let out a low growl before ripping your shirt off of you.
"Are you okay?" You asked, looking down at the horny man and seeing his eyes glazed over.
"Yes, I am," Gojo answered, licking his pink and subtle lips until they were glossy with spit. "I want a taste of you. Please. May I?"
Even if you didn't nod, Gojo would've licked a stripe up your shivering pussy. Feeling out the soft and plump grooves of your clit and entrance. Breathing in that soft slick that smelled almost like candy to him. And as he began suckling on your engorged clit, listening to the symphony of moans coming from you, he was in heaven.
Gojo's mind in cloud nine as he swirled his tongue around the soft pleasure button.
"G-Gojo! Mmnn..! It feels.. strange.. but good!" You shuddered, reaching up your little fingers and pinching your nipple. A mewl eliciting from your throat as your back arched into Gojo's lips.
His long fingers dipped into your cunny with ease, working around your plush walls and feeling around the warm and tight hole that would become his little sleeve later. Gojo wanted nothing but to be inside you, to feel you throbbing inside squeezing him and pumping you full.
"I-Inside.. I want you inside.." You pant, looking down through lidded eyes and seeing Gojo's shining ones. "I want you inside me, Gojo.."
"Hey, call me Satoru," Gojo said, his voice was low as he continued to scissor and pump his fingers deep inside you. "It's better that you call me by that seeing as you'll be mine soon."
You couldn't help that small smile, a tease laced in your words. "I think I've always been yours, Satoru.."
"Fuck, you'll make me cum quick if you say that," Gojo smiled, kissing you once again as he pulled his slick fingers from your cunt. The lewd slurping and locking of tongues was such a large distraction, Gojo almost forgot to get into position.
Leveling himself between your thighs and stripping away his shirt, he let his heavy tip slap against your plump tummy. Your hot skin gets sticky with Gojo's pre-cum as he grinds and whimpers into your mouth. Letting your tongue push into his throat and suckle on his.
How could he let you go? You were the perfect person in his arms.
"Y/n.." He moaned, lifting your thighs up to his hips, feeling your hands squeeze at his shoulders at the sudden action. A gasp leaving you the moment you felt that sticky tip rubbing against your clitoris.
"Wh-What about a condom?" You asked, feeling your face light up with warmth when Gojo's became blank.
"..I don't have any, but I won't finish inside," He said, smiling and cooing to calm you. Kissing your forehead and rubbing your cheek. "It'll hurt for a moment, but hold my hands and I'll make that pain go away quickly."
His fingers, still sticky with your slick, entangled with yours. Resting your hands beside your head as Gojo's other gripped himself by the base, pumping a few times before pressing the dripping tip against your heat.
"Just breath, you'll feel good soon," He said, peppering your neck in soft kisses until there was a small pressure between your thighs.
"Ah..!" You whimpered, squeezing Gojo's hand tightly like your pussy was doing to his tip. Massaging and squeezing down as his cock began pushing inside and splitting you open.
Making you feel fully vulnerable as you were taken, Gojo's own voice is low and soothing as he helps you through that little shiver of pain. Coxing your body and kissing at your shoulder, distracting you from the shooting aches up your spine.
There was so much Gojo had. It was so big and long and it was going inside. Making you feel full and stuffed for the first time in a lewd and wanting way. And when Gojo began to move in and out, a slow and methodical pace being set for you as you adjusted to the new stretch, your moans and whimpers were nothing short of sweet.
"Mm, baby.." Gojo cooed, a low moan leaving him as he rocked his hips into you gently. Hearing the quiet squelching of your pussy taking him in deeply, slicking up his raw cock as he pushed it in and out.
"So warm and gooey inside.. I didn't think you'd feel so good when I fapped to you a few times but.. I'm not fucking complaining, goddamn."
The sudden confession made you blush, listening to his soft moans and the low growls. You felt so good, so warm, so connected to Gojo that it was Earth shattering. Feeling that warm knot grow ever more inside you as Gojo began to press you more into your bed as it creaked and groaned loudly under your shared, shaking weight.
So much inside and on you. You and Gojo both sweating and panting as your orgasm neared, threatening every moment to force you to squeeze Gojo like a vice grip and milk him of all his worth. He wouldn't mind though, it's what he wanted. The threat of being impregnated by his an added thrill even though it wasn't going to happen today.
Maybe someday..
"S-Sato— Cum, gonna— Cum!" You mewled, feeling that mind breaking climax near. Your hand tightly locked with Gojo's as he pummeled and destroyed your insides.
"Me too, baby!" Gojo sighed, eyes shut tight and sweat collected at his brow. You felt so close, and seeing Gojo's cum face was probably going to be the icing on the cake.
"Waited so long.. s-so long to be with you.. inside and out. Together, baby. Let's cum together!"
Just barely pulling out of your warmth, Gojo released his hot and healthy semen onto your plump belly. The white fluid cascading down the sides of his shaft and down your sides. Dripping onto the sheets and staining them, thought neither of you cared. Kissing and letting your lips slide and lock like puzzle pieces fitting together.
That warm feeling in Gojo's chest peaked when he felt your hand in his hair again. Working his white locks with your fingers and tugging every few moments. It was so hot and alluring, Gojo couldn't help but moan quietly into your mouth.
After he had cleaned you up— once you both let each other go, of course— Gojo curled up behind you and held you close. Letting you listen to the beating of his heart, letting you closer than anyone's ever been to him before. Wanting you to dig your nails deep into his flesh and to leave a mark as you explored him as a man.
There was so much in your shared future— so much to learn together and to figure out. Gojo was excited to start this next chapter in his life..
..with you.
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a/n:: Thank you for being patient with me! >< I hope you enjoyed this and liked the soft ending I did. It was honestly hard to finish since I kept losing inspiration and gaining it only for it to last an hour. I didn't mean for it to take so long, but I hope you enjoyed!
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published:: August 4, 2022
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At your service l. Heeseung
Pairing : live in maid heeseung x rich fem reader
Warnings : age gap, eventual smut, vulgar language, angst, heartbreak, dirty talk, an attempt at comedy, more to be added in later chapters.
Note : this was originally going to be an smau so there will be a lot of texting but it’s mainly written. I tried something different with the texting and writing style so bear with me.
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Chapter 2
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You were born into a rich family. You went to private schools with other rich kids. You got to spend as much money as you wanted. You were absolutely, utterly spoiled, but in the best way possible.
You always remained humble and never overstepped your boundaries when it came to the less fortunate.
A lot would say you're too giving, and that's why your generosity led you to a lot of heartbreak and fake friends.
Even being in your mid 30s, you still couldn't find the right one. And having friends just didn't seem like an option anymore.
The idea of falling in love with someone just to find out they only wanted you for your money was your biggest fear.
You lived alone thanks to your parents. They paid for all your expenses and even gave you an allowance. Whenever you tried to refuse, they'd insisted on giving you money, always reminding you that this was their goal in the first place to make enough money, so their kids never had to work.
Though you were grateful for them, you still wanted to be a bit more independent, but you decided to give in to their wishes and be an obedient daughter. after all, you weren't the brightest bulb in the room.
You got up extra early to get some cleaning done. But there was only so much you could do after cleaning. You tried to cook breakfast but failed miserably for the hundredth time, nearly burning down the whole mansion.
Luckily for you, there's a fire extinguisher and sprinklers in the kitchen.
You quickly put out the small fire sighing in defeat. Then it came to you.
A maid!
A live in maid!
Then you wouldn't have to cook or clean anymore, not to say you didn't want to but at least not the whole mansion every single day all by yourself, and you'd pay them a good amount.
You phoned your parents, and they instantly agreed upon hearing your story about breakfast, and they thought the company would be nice for you, seeing how they didn't get to visit you often.
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"What am I gonna do?" Heeseung sighed, thinking about his student loans,
"Get a job," his friend jay piped up.
"Please do enlighten me on what job pays 100k. In less than a year, I promised my parents I'd have it paid by now, and I haven't even made a dent," he rubbed at his temples.
"I told you not to do it."
"Some friend you are, maybe, you're right. I'll just get a job and pay back as much as I can. This is going to suck."
He opened his laptop, typing away at the keys, searching for a job.
"What are you searching for?" Jay inquired, looking at his elder friend's screen.
"A job? What do you think?" He said as if it was the stupidest question a person could ask.
"Well, excuse me" jay went back to eating his lunch.
"Ooh, what about a convenience store?"
"Too much labor for little pay, next"
"Okay, how about, let's see, a server?"
"Still no pay, and the tips you make will just average to minimum wage."
"Okay, know it all. I feel like giving up already" he leaned back in his chair.
"Come on, the heeseung I know never quits. Keep looking"
Right before he closed his laptop, his eyes scanned a listing that paid a hundred and fifty dollars an hour. He blinked, not believing his eyes.
"No way"
"What did you find?"
"A live in maid? It says it pays one hundred and fifty an hour."
"What?!" Jay nearly choked on his food, "what are you waiting for? apply before someone else does!"
"But what if it's a scam?"
"Just try it and see the worst that can happen is you get killed when you show up for an interview," jay said, completely unphased.
"Wow, thanks, I needed that"
He made an account and uploaded a picture, then typed in a few details about his situation and basic information like his date of birth and phone number. Once he finished, he pressed enter.
"I hope this is legitimate." A sigh left his lips.
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You got a notification a few minutes after putting up your listing. To your surprise, someone had already applied you unlock your phone reading through the application.
You were happy to see that they stated a bit about themselves and when you read that they really needed the job to pay off student loans, you really felt an obligation to help. You had more money than you knew what to do with, so why not help someone out.
You scrolled a bit further, and you were shocked to see his profile picture. He was in his early 20s, with brown hair and brown eyes, and extremely handsome.
Wait, he's like a lot of years younger than me. Get a grip.
You shook your head and accepted his application. Now you just had to contact him to meet him face to face.
You texted the number he entered in.
You : "Hi, this is y/n, I got your application, and I wanted to meet you in person to see if you meet the criteria. You can come anywhere in the afternoon. I'm free all week, so whatever works best for you.
You set your phone down, a small smile on your face anticipating your meeting.
You heard a ding and looked at your phone to see a notification from the same number.
Heeseung : "Actually, I just got out of school, so can I come over today?"
You : "Sure! I'll send the address now. What time are you thinking?"
Heeseung : "I'm about ten minutes out. Is that okay?"
You : "Yep, see you then!"
You shut off your phone, going to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. You tied your hair and sprayed a bit of perfume before going into the living room to wait.
Why am I so nervous? You held your chest, trying to calm down your racing heart.
You heard the doorbell ring, and it was exactly ten minutes later.
So he makes being on time a priority.
Noted.
You took one long breath and opened the door.
Wow, he's even more handsome in person.
Oh, and how I wish I could shut off my stupid. Brain, for thinking of such things, he probably has a girlfriend anyway.
"Hi, you must be heeseung?" You offered your hand for him to shake.
"That's me, and you must be y/n?" He shook your much smaller hand.
"Yes," you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks from the slight contact of his warm hand on yours.
Have I always been down this bad?
"It's nice to meet you, y/n."
"You as well. Sorry I won't keep you standing out here any longer. Please make yourself at home."
He stepped in and took a quick look around before taking off his shoes at the door. Even though it was a mansion and he's never seen inside one before, somehow it still looked very homely, or maybe that was just normal.
"You like it?" You asked, noticing how intrigued he was by the mansion.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, are all mansions this, umm, modern?" He noted how everything looked very similar to his living space.
"Not all. But I try to keep it as simplistic as possible I'm not into all the fancy stuff."
"Well, I like it. It makes me feel like I'm at home."
"It could be your home soon. So, the listing I put up was pretty vague, so feel free to take a seat anywhere you'd like, and I'll get started with a few questions. I would have put the questions along with the posting, but I feel like face to face is more…
"Personal," he looked you in the eyes.
"Yeah, personal" your eyes immediately darted away from his.
You both sat down at your kitchen table.
"That makes sense, so y/n, what are your questions?"
"Right, so you'll just need to do a few very simple tasks. Seeing how I live alone, there's not that much. First on the list is laundry. The second is dishes, you looked at him, and he nodded his head for you to continue. "third is cooking, and fourth is yard maintenance like trimming the hedges and watering the lawn."
And then it hit you, how could I be so forgetful?
"I'm sorry, would you like something to drink?"
"It's okay. I'll just have water, please."
"One water coming up." You excused yourself from the table.
He watched you walk away and made sure to take a good look at your behind.
He pulled out his phone to text jay.
Real life Bambi🦌 : You're not going to believe this.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Tell me, and I will.
Real life Bambi🦌 : Okay, so the job is super simple. It's just like everyday housework like cooking and cleaning.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Okay, but you don't know how to cook.
Real life bambi🦌 : It can't be that hard. I'll practice when I get home.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Don't call me when you set the house on fire.
Real life bambi🦌 : I'll have you on speed dial, anyway. This is the part you're really not going to believe.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : I believed everything else, so I doubt it. But try me.
Real life bambi🦌 : My employer is female.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : You're fucking lying!
Real life bambi🦌 : told you! and guess what? She's literally so fucking hot, oh my god, like step all over me. Please, she could use me, throw me away, and I'd thank her.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Well, you know what that means? I have to pay you a little visit sometime😉
Real life bambi🦌 : No! Stay far away from here. I found her first.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have even gotten the job.
Real life bambi🦌 : Oh wait, that's true. I haven't even got the job yet :(
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Don't sweat it. I'm sure you'll get it.
Real life bambi🦌 : Fingers crossed, oh, she's coming back gotta run😍
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Simp
"Here's your water." You sat back down at the table.
"Thank you" you watched his adam's apple Bob up and down while he drank the water. You shook your head to focus back on the questions.
"Okay, those are basically the things you'll be doing on a daily basis, maybe shopping on the weekends, but it's all pretty straightforward. Any questions for me?"
"Why are you paying so much? I don't mean to be rude, but it just seems too good to be true."
"I have a lot of money to give, so a hundred for me is like a dollar, and when I saw that you're paying off student loans, I thought you'd be perfect for the job. I know just how pricey those loans can be, and I assumed it would be a less stressful job for a student."
"Are you an angel in disguise?" He chuckled.
"I'm whatever you want me to be" You wanted to cut your tongue out before you could say anything else stupid.
"I'll think on it" he took one last sip of his water, handing you the empty glass.
"I'll go and wash this and give you some time to think on it."
He gave you a smile.
Real life bambi🦌 : Okay, so I got the job.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Really?
Real life bambi🦌 : Well, she's given me a few minutes to think. she’s kinda doing the interview backwards, cause she’s giving me the final decision, but she’s honestly so nice.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Don't forget about me when you make it to the top.
Real life bambi🦌 : Yeah, yeah, She's like crazy hot and super beautiful, but I think she's a bit older than me :(
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Yeah, she's probably married too.
Real life bambi🦌 : I don't think so. She doesn't have a ring.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Well, then I'd say go for it, but wouldn't it be kinda weird living together?
Real life bambi🦌 : Yeah, that's true, but it's not like I'll need to work with her for long, so maybe I'll bone her on my last week😉
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : You're disgusting.
Real life bambi🦌 : What? I'm just looking at the bright side. Just think about it. I get to live in a mansion I'll make over a hundred a day, and I get to see her I'm living the life.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : You're still disgusting.
Real life bambi🦌 : Stay mad. You're just salty that it's not you.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : I'll stick to working a 9 to 5 and bang chicks that are actually my age.
Real life bambi🦌 : Boring. Not many people can say they got that ripe pussy at my age.
Jay park my car in your garage🐦 : Ooh, What a title to have
Real life bambi🦌 : gotta go. My sugar mama is coming 🥰
"So, have you made a decision yet?" you sat across from him at the table.
"You got yourself an employee." he gave you a wide smile.
"Great! When would you like to start?" I get a bit lonely around here, so the sooner, the better, but no pressure."
"Tomorrow is great for me."
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Hi, I’m back with another series I’ll be updating by chapters Im not sure when the next update will be cause I haven’t finished all chapter’s yet, but if you have any ideas on when I should post the next chapter feel free to let me know.
Also tell me how you like it so far should I make any changes To the texting or writing style or is it fine the way it is?
I’m so nervous after posting this cause I feel like it’s so bad I haven’t wrote anything new since “taxi” and now I forgot how to write😭
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HI I SAW U DO ORGAZMO STUFF could i request a joe young x male reader fluff? maybe something where reader had a bad day at work and just wants to lie down with his bf? (sorry i suck at requesting 😿)
Joe Young x Reader
HI!! YES I ABSOLUTELY CAN!! thank you so much for asking!!
please keep in mind i’m still a bit rusty 😭🙏 so it’s not my best work in the world..
CW: None!
words: 917
You parked your car in the driveway to your shared house. Joe picked out a nice little town house, it was your favorite color with accents of grey. You recalled your day so far, remembering what made you feel so shitty.
First off, your co-worker Amanda closed the door on you in the pouring rain, so you had to spend an extra couple minutes inputing the code while getting drenched. Second, you forgot your lunch at home. You had been starving all day, especially since your lunch bag had your breakfast too. You ended up driving by your favorite fast food place and got something quick to eat. And third, you missed one day last week because of personal reasons, and suddenly you had an entire stack of paperwork to do in one day. Which you managed to do by staying late.
All in all it was a pretty frustrating day. All you wanted to do was go home to your boyfriend. You wanted to talk to him and let him hold you. Finally you had your chance.
You got out of your car, grabbing your bag, closing the door, and locking it. Making your way up and opening the door, you expect to see Joe waiting on the couch for you like usual, but he’s nowhere to be found. This frustrated you slightly but you took a deep breathe and put your bag down, closing the door to the house.
You yelled out, “I’m hoomee!!”, and heard a faint *thump* like someone dropped something. “Everything okay??”, you asked concerned.
“E-Everything’s fine-!! Don’t worry!! Just- don’t come in the kitchen right now-“, your boyfriend said frantically. You didn’t listen and peeked into the room he was in, eyes widening at the mess. It looked like he was trying to make your favorite dessert, but he was struggling. You giggled and smiled, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. “Awwww..you didn’t have to do all this for me..”, you stated as he finished up, putting the dish in the oven.
“Well.. of course I don’t have to,, but I want to! You seem so stressed lately, and I know these are your favorite, so I tried to make them? Obviously it hasn’t turned out great..when they’re done don’t feel the need to eat them so I feel better!! I doubt they’re any good anyway..haha”, Joe was fidgeting with this hands and looking down at them, nervously. He really tried to make something special for you, and you saw that. It was sweet.
“I’ll eat every last one.”, you looked into his eyes, they were so full of love. He looked around nervously at the mess, and then at you again. Conflicted whether to less the mess sit or comfort you. He could see that you weren’t having the best day, at all.
“You get that side, I’ll get the counter.”, Joe smiled softly at you, appreciative of your generous offer. You two finished up pretty quickly together, cleaning down all surfaces. You sighed in relief when you finished.
“All done! Thank you so much, (Y/N). I’m sorry you had to help me with your own ‘surprise’..”, he said sheepishly. You grabbed his hand and placed one on his face, making him look at you. “It’s no problem at all, my love. Thank you for your sweet surprise.”, his face turned red and he giggled, playing with shirt in his unoccupied hand.
“Can we go to our room and just..cuddle?”, you asked, squeezing his hand lightly. He nodded and lead you to the bedroom you shared. He took your jacket off, helped you take your jewelry off, and even assisted you in getting pajamas on. You were bright red and smiling like a lovesick fool, which you were. Your pupils were practically hearts.
Joe dragged you onto your shared king sized bed, helping you get comfortable. “Did you know I’m madly in love with you?”, you asked rhetorically. His face turned red this time and lied down on the mattress, opening his arms for you. “You know, I think I had a clue..”, he giggled, it was the prettiest sound in the whole world. His laugh sounded like chimes in the wind. Beautiful.
You crawled into his arms as he fastened them around your waist and back. One of your own went to Joe’s waist, the other lightly resting on his jaw, caressing his face. “You’re absolutely perfect..did you know that? You’re actually perfection. You’re my match, my other half, my twin flame. You are my everything, Joe Young. Thank you. Thank you for never giving up on me.”, you blurted out, completely surrounded by soft, warm love. You felt completely safe in his arms.
Joe just smiled and held you closer, tightening his grip on you slightly. His face was maroon and his smile was big and bright. “Says you. You’ve taught me so much, been there for me throughout all of my own personal struggles, comforted me, and so so much more. It’s only fair I return the favor.”, he winked and giggled, kissing your cheeks. He looked at you with so much love and adoration that you wanted to start crying. In fact you were tearing up as he spoke.
You held each other and just talked about anything that came to your minds, you would occasionally kiss his jaw and his grip would tighten. This went on until the timer for the dessert went off. Let’s just hope they taste alright.
//blegh i’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted!! lmk if i can write smth else for u!!
#boywriters-blog#joe young x reader#joe young#orgazmo#trey parker#south park#matt stone#baseketball#dave the lighting guy
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tagged by @janinaduszejko
relationship status: this soul is an independent one, I like living by myself.
fav color: look, on the one hand I always want to DROWN in a really dark green, but I've also spent the last couple of months being OBSESSED with that kind of desert art duo of pink and pale blue teamed with a white or dark green (think Miami track colours for those people who can follow that specific thought process through, or the kind of colours you get if you google palm springs desert art).
song stuck in ur head: Let Me Drown by Orville Peck / Dwight and Duley by Cris Williamson (at first it was admiration // he found a friend in something less than good // he comes on the regular // he comes on the regular now) - I think it's actually a song about a horse during lockdown but as no lyrics exist on the internet for it then I'll just make my own assumptions thank u
last song u listened to: Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers
3 fav foods: Look, I like pretty much everything so narrowing it down is hard but Ken Hom has a beef green curry with aubergine in his old Ken Hom Cooks Thai cookbook and it's by far the best green curry I've ever had outside a restaurant, so. That. There's a place near me that does a breakfast bao, which is basically a sausage patty and egg and hash brown and sriracha in a bao and I don't want to throw down the location pin too specifically but if you know, you know. And my mum's lasagne with her bechamel sauce is my favourite thing to eat and it's always my first choice for my birthday meal (however close that falls to my actual birthday).
last google: um. well. before sriracha so I could figure out how to spell it, it was 'anatomical penis diagram' for this Max/Daniel fic I'm writing (don't ask), except my unexpected learning was that dicks have a muscle called the bulbospongiosus muscle, and -- aside from sounding like a pokemon -- I didn't know THAT existed before, so we've all learned something today.
dream trip: Right now I am too sick to travel, which sucks, particularly as I have a LOT of air miles from some judicious use of an air miles credit card for the whole of lockdown + beyond BUT the fantasy would be a) come hang out with friends in America again, it's been too long, and too many plans got put on hold years ago, b) some ridiculous train journey out of a mystery novel, like the Orient Express or whatever, some fancy sleeper cabin where porters carry my luggage about, and c) I'd love to go back to Dubrovnik, I loved it there even though i was very kidney-sick through that whole trip and should probably have been at home in hospital (jazz hands). That trip was years and years ago. It would be nice to go back (less sick this time). And like a million more trips because the world outside is fascinating.
anything i want right now: Be less unwell would be nice (and obvious) but other than that, the sky outside is SO pink and pretty right now, super lovely sunset. Unfortunately no one told me that moving so close to the sea would mean you had to wash your windows so fucking often because of the salt build up, so I'm looking at this incredible sunset through the grainiest, blurriest window. Magically salt-free windows. That's an achievable one at least.
tagging @easterwings (because I owe them an email and this might remind me to actually press send), @astorytotellyourfriends, and @allwaswell16, my goblin buddy.
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Time traveled and fell in love ( the outsiders ) protect
Alicia's pov:
"Alicia time to get up or you will be late for school sweetie!" my mom yells from the kitchen. I groan and cover myself with my blanket. It's not that I hated school, I just dreaded to get up. After a few minutes I toss the covers off of me and get up. I splash water into my face to wake up, then put some make up on. I put on a baggy sweatshirt and a skirt, to be honest I never really had a style of clothes. Some days you will see me with baggy ripped Jean's and a tank top, other days you will see me with a crop top and a short skirt. I brush my hair and then put it up with a hair clip. I get my backpack and stuff, then go downstairs to the kitchen. I let out a yawn "hey mom". She looks at me "hey sweetie, did you not get any rest?". I mumble "guess not". I then sit on the table to eat some breakfast. My mom hands me a plate of pankakes. I eat them fast and then start to open the front door. "Bye mom, love you", "love you too honey!". And with that I start walking
Not long before I start walking in see my friend Jocelyn, she was holding her stomach and I knew that her dad or mom had hit her. I knew not to worry about her, but it made me sad to see how she was treated. I always tought to my self that I was really lucky to have loving parents, and I wished jock did too.
"H-hey Alic”she said stuttering, I knew she always had that stutter but It didn't bother me or anything
"Hey jock" I said giving her a smile and we started heading to school.
When we arrived I was about to say something to her because some boys were always bullying her, then she took out her phone, "I-ill call y-you d-dont worry" she told me.
I laughed "you know me well jock" then we separated to go to our classes, it sucked that we didn't have a lot of classes together, only English witch made it okay. I had a bad feeling that something was gonna happen to jock so I stayed close for a bit. No one really decided to mess with me surprisingly not even those stupid boys that bullied jock. Anyone knows that if someone decides to mess with me, I will beat up their ass.
And sure enough I heard jocks voice and her stupid bullies. It was stupid how Jack wanted jock to be his girlfriend even tought he basically was bullying her every single time. I run and make my way there and see that Jack was forcing jock to kiss him.
"Hey get off of her!" I yell, and sure enough they all run away, I run up to her and immediately hug her.
"Are you ok?" I ask her
” n-no, he kissed m-me I don’t like him!” she said.
I could see that she was almost in tears
” I’ve got you, next time I’m beating his ass I promise” I said and hugged her
” thanks Alic your the best” she said
“ I know” I replied
We both went to first period. After it was over I headed to English class. Me and jock both really like that class. I really enjoy reading more than writing. I was really excited since we were going to read the outsiders book. My favorite character is and forever will be is dallas winston. I just immediately fell in love with his character and can never get him off my head. I know that he is fictional but I dont fricking care and will never care. I saw jock coming in and I waved at her
” Hey I’m so excited” I said
” M-me to!” she sai
I watched as the teacher came in and take a seat as she grabbed her own copy of the outsiders.
” Okay class open you books to page one” said the teacher
I was already in page one, I really loved this book and couldn't wait to read it.
” I’m going to call on people to read, so pay attention everyone” said the teacher
I was gonna pay attention like this depended on my life. But then after I started to feel dizzy and my vision was a bit blurry. I had no idea what was happening and I was kinda freaking out. I heard a thud and then everything went black.
"A-Alic wake u-up” I heard a voice and recognised that it was jock right away.
I groaned and got up, I looked at jock and she had a bit of blood on her head.
” Where are we?” I asked confused on what was going on.
“I-i have no c-clue” jock said
Suddenly I saw that she was picked up by someone.
“ Hey baby wanna come have a good time with us” one of the guys said
”N-no thanks” jock replied
"Hey you leave her alone!” I yelled
Suddenly I hear rushed foot steps and jock was pulled away by the boys.
” Leave her alone!” One of the boys said.
And they start to beat the other guys up, wait a minute, it suddenly just hit me, they were the Curtis gang! I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment, me and jock look at each other shocke.
“ Hey are you okay?” Ponyboy asked jock.
Jock nodded her head yes, and walked over to me.
“ o-oh my g-god he talked to me” she said
I was too stunned to even speak.Then they motioned us to follow them and we did. Jock stayed behind I knew she was starting to get shy around them, but I made her walk with them, we ended up at the Curtis house. We all walked in, it was a really nice house.
” A-Are you okay, are y-you cold?" Johnny asked jock
”i-I’m okay, and a-a bit” She told Johnny
I smirked at jock, I knew that he was her fictional crush. She looked down and blushed a bit, then Johnny placed his Jean jacket around jock. I smirked even more.
“ You pretty girls can take a seat we don’t bite” Dallas said smirking
I then turn red and me and jock both sit down.
I look at all of them and think to myself if this is real or if I'm just dreaming or going insane. They look to real to be fake I think. Then I slightly pinch my arm. Yup I'm awake. I tought that I was gonna pass out or die. I couldnt believe that this was actually happening. I look at jock and see that she was still blushing from Johnny giving her his jacket. I see that she was also too stunned to speak or do anything.
"So are you two gonna tell us your names?" Two bit says while chuckling. I always tought that he was funny and always put a smile on everyone's faces.
I hesitate to say my name, I look at jock and she was looking down too shy to say anything. I then knew that she wasn't going to say her name first so I did, I tried my best to keep myself calm and not freak out.
"My name is alicia" I say to everyone
"Pretty name" dally says looking at me, smirking. I look down and blush a bit
I then look at jock and whisper "c'mon jock, atleast tell them your name"
She hesitates for a bit then finally gives in. "M-my name i-is Jocelyn" she says still looking down.
"I-I like that n-name" Johnny said quietly but everyone still heard. I look at jock and smirk a bit. I see her turning even more red, she just nodded as in saying thank you, too shy to speak.
"Well we should probably introduce ourselves too" Darry says. I try to hold in my laugh while thinking 'you dont need to we already know', but I just nod.
"I'm darry and these are my two brothers" he says pointing at ponyboy and sodapop
"I'm ponyboy" ponyboy says a bit shy. I smile at him, starting to feel a bit more comfortable.
"Lovely name ponyboy" I say, he smiles at me. I was basically freaking out of excitement. I look at jock she was still looking down.
"I'm sodapop, but you two can call me soda" he says giving us his movie star smile.
I nod and so does jock a bit.
"I'm Steve, sodas best friend" he said. I smile at him a bit, to witch he returns.
"I'm two bit and I love watching mickey." He says. I cant help but chuckle a bit. 'Oh I know' I think to myself.
Johnny looked at both of us shyly. "My n-name is Johnny" he says. Jock looks up a bit at him and blushes and nods. I wanted to laugh ag jocks reaction, since was basically speechless, and looked up a bit when johhny introduced himself.
"I'm Dallas, but you two pretty girls can call me dally" dally says looking at us. I immediately look a bit down and blush. I didn't want him to see me blush. Me and jock both just look down.
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Sam/Deena deciding to travel across country looking for other hauntings like Sunnyvale/Shadeyside
A) Thank you for the prompt! You are the best!
B) I have no idea why I thought I could write anything "short" or "fast" so...
C) I kinda took the idea of this prompt but changed it up some too? I hope that's okay! I played around with the idea but didn't follow it exactly. Sorry anon! I hope you still enjoy this!
For the record, she’s doing this for Sam.
Literally no one would be surprised, seeing as she does most things for Sam. Including foregoing the perfectly nice and perfectly cheap camp site in favor of the bed and breakfast that had made Sam literally squeal and nearly poke Deena in the eye as she’d all but crawled out of her seat, jabbing her finger toward the windshield. “We should totally stay there tonight!”
Even as she’d made the U-turn, Deena had offered her protests, grumbling about how the camping fee was only five bucks and how the place was probably booked anyway. Even as she’d pulled into the parking lot, she’d argued that they were going to have to re-do their road trip budget because of this and the people who ran this place probably wouldn’t be all that interested in renting a room to a pair of recent high-school graduates. But they’d slept the last night in their car -which was not all it was cracked up to be- in a campsite that had promised showers and delivered a spigot in the ground and Sam had forgiven this oversight even as she’d stood shivering in her bra and underwear with icy water dripping from her skin and onto the grass so okay, fine, she can do this for Sam.
Even if the place gives her a little bit of the creeps.
Which Deena would never admit.
The front steps creak as they walk up them and it’s just barely evening, the sky still brushed with golds and pinks and yellows and Deena is grateful for the light as she pushes the door open to what the handmade sign stuck in the window calls a “cheerful little bed and breakfast.” The place smells old but in a way that makes it feel homey rather than full of dust and rats that are going to eat her face when she closes her eyes and the lobby looks like it was decorated somewhere around 1910 and never updated.
Sam is immediately charmed, her face brightening as she goes to brush her fingers along the tassels hanging from a fabric lampshade and then across the lace doilies hanging like spiderwebs across the surface of the table. “This place is cute,” she says, glancing toward Deena, who is currently in the midst of a staring contest with a taxidermized weasel. “Don’t you think so? Better than sleeping in the car.”
When she phrases it like that, it’s obvious. Because duh sleeping in the car really sucks. It had seemed like something that might almost be fun, charming, when they’d started planning out their escape from Union, like sleeping in the car was the equivalent to sleeping under the stars or something. Though, the reality of it makes Deena wonder if she might not still have a little Sarah Fier inside her, assuring her that anything that doesn’t involve cornhusks stuffed into a mattress and a hole in the ground is a luxury.
“Are you sure about this place,” Deena mumbles, reaching for Sam’s hand and tugging her back so she isn’t talking across the lobby for the whole place to hear. “It’s a little…creepy. And how do you know the people who don’t own this place aren’t going to like bury us out back for sharing a bed or something?”
There’s a quick flicker of doubt across Sam’s eyes at her words, enough to make Deena regret having spoken at all, even if she was mostly joking. But then she smiles, scrunching up her nose as she gives Deena’s hand a squeeze. “At least there are beds here,” she points out. “And I’m tired. And hungry. Come on…where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Probably still under the Shadyside Mall,” Deena teases but she swallows up further protests, following Sam toward the front desk and not reaching out to stop her when Sam taps lightly on the silver bell waiting on the counter.
Everything feels like an adventure where Sam is concerned. There’s something inherently thrilling about just being here with her in this moment. Or any moment. Singing along with the radio or simply letting the miles pass them in silence, Sam’s hand on hers, feels thick with adventure, with promise, with the idea that anything could happen next and Deena would welcome it.
Even, apparently, a bed and breakfast where the lobby is decorated with more ceramics than Deena would’ve imagined existed in this entire world.
There had been a moment, more than one, where she’d seen it all. Sam, slipping through her fingers. Her life, without Sam in it. She’s lived in that world, thank you very much, those two minutes where she’d been wet and trembling and feeling fear like a living thing trying to crawl its way out of her throat, where she’d seen Sam pale and unmoving and dead, dead, dead because Deena had killed her. A world without Sam. A world where she didn’t get her back.
It makes even the smallest of moments feel like getting away with something, like Deena might never get sick of it, of any of it. Of teasing Sam because she snores or defending her French fries from Sam’s quick fingers or getting to kiss Sam as they drive down a stretch of highway with no one else around for miles.
Sam glances over her shoulder, lifting her eyebrow and Deena can tell that she’s debating ringing the bell once more, just like Deena is debating saying “see, I told you so” when a woman who looks closer to eighty than not emerges with a smile on her face. “Sorry, dear, just doing some paperwork in the back.” She slips behind the desk, putting her thin fingers onto the countertop’s surface. “How can I help you?”
“Just a room for the night,” Sam says with a polite smile on her face. “If you have one.”
“Oh sure,” the woman says, nodding and causing a strand of wispy white hair to slip free from the bun on top of her head. “Not quite full tonight.”
Deena contemplates the mounted deer head on the wall, the antlers strung with cobwebs. “Do you guys…get a lot of visitors?”
Sam gives her a pointed look that Deena pretends to miss, keeping her focus on the unfortunate Bambi. The woman doesn’t seem to notice the skepticism in Deena’s voice. “Most nights we have a few rooms rented out,” she says, pulling out a thick ledger and lifting a pen that Deena is surprised isn’t made of a feather or something. “Name, dear?”
Deena lets Sam handle this part, wandering around the lobby to get the full view of the place she’s agreeing to sleep tonight. There’s a dining room off to the right, a fire simmering low in the spacious hearth despite the fact that it’s June and definitely not cold outside. The wall is full of black and white and sepia tinged photos of old people, more than half of them holding up guns or posing awkwardly with children or animals. There’s one wall entirely dedicated to framed newspaper and magazine clippings and it takes Deena a beat to realize all the clippings are about the Winslow Bed and Breakfast and another second to notice they’re all about ghost hunts and hauntings.
Great.
“You two seem like you’re a long way from home,” the woman is saying to Sam as she hands back her driver’s license. “What brings you out here?”
“It’s kind of a…road trip?” Sam says with a shrug. “Though we’re eventually going to make it to the city where we’re going to college.”
The woman smiles brightly, nodding. “Oh, I remember those days. Taking trips and spending time with my friends.”
Sam glances toward Deena with a smirk, which only grows when Deena rolls her eyes comically for Sam’s benefit.
“I thought you might be interested in our ghosts,” the woman continues, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a large brass key. “That’s why most people come in to stay with us.”
“Ghosts?” Sam repeats while Deena says, “Yeah, I was just reading your articles.” She points toward the wall. “Impressive.”
The woman certainly seems to think so, her smile hardly faltering as she hands the key over to Sam. “It’s made us quite famous, you know. This place has been haunted nearly since it was built in 1857.”
Well, that explains the décor.
“Built on the remains of an old hospital, you know,” the woman tells Sam with a slightly mischievous smile. “Very tragic. Lots of restless spirits.” She taps the key in Sam’s hand and says breezily, “Well, you’ll be on the third floor, room three. With Tom.”
Deena arches an eyebrow. “Sorry?”
“Tom, he’s the spirit on that floor.”
If Deena hadn’t spent a few days in October fighting undead serial killers, murdering and resurrecting her girlfriend, traveling back in time to the 1600s, and taking down the devil worshiping sheriff then she would definitely think this woman was totally off her rocker. Instead, she just thinks this lady is a little…eccentric. “Oh. Right.”
The woman nods. “He’s mostly harmless. Not like…” Her expression darkens somewhat. “Ezekiel. But we try not to let people stay in his rooms.”
Sam takes a step back from the counter, holding up the key. “Well…thanks for…this one.”
“Oh, of course, dear.” The woman’s smile returns. “Unfortunately, our kitchen is closed for the night but there are vending machines on every floor. Let me know if you need any change. And we’ll have breakfast served in the morning. Sleep well and enjoy your stay.”
Once they’re out of ear shot, Deena bumps her shoulder into Sam’s, leaning closer to her girlfriend. “Sleep well,” she teases, drawing out the words and tickling the back of Sam’s neck to elicit a laugh, grinning when Sam twists away from her. “Watch out for Ezekiel.”
Sam gives her a playful shove in response, not pulling away when Deena catches her hand, letting her fingers encircle her wrist. “Oh, so ghosts are where you draw the line of believability?”
They start up the stairs trying not to drag their suitcases loudly behind them even though with each step Deena is feeling less and less enthusiastic about being on the third floor. Where does Ezekiel sleep? If he’s on the ground floor, then she’s willing to take her chances with him.
Sam unlocks the door with the key, the lock clunking as it slides away, and the room looks much like Deena would’ve expected given the rest of the place. At least it seems clean and there aren’t pictures of dead-eyed settlers on the wall or anything, just crooked canvases bearing paintings of mountain sunsets and flowers stuffed into a vase. Sam makes a circuit of the room, poking her head into the bathroom and into the tiny closet, seeming to deem it all acceptable judging by the way she flops down onto the bed.
“Up to your standards?” Deena teases, impressed that a cloud of dust doesn’t puff out around her.
“Well it’s not the back seat of a car but it’ll do I guess.” Sam closes her eyes, folding her hands across her stomach.
Deena can’t resist the urge to glance away, tightening her jaw against the memory of Sam still and lifeless on the grocery store floor. She’d hoped leaving Shadyside would help her leave those thoughts behind and while the passing months have certainly helped, the memories still hit her sometimes, catching her completely by surprise. Like, for example, in a bed and breakfast in the middle of nowhere because the lamplight falling across Sam’s face makes her look pale and ghastly.
Or maybe this place really is haunted.
“But you know the best part?” Sam’s voice wrenches Deena blessedly away from her thoughts and she lets out a little sigh of relief, glancing back toward Sam. “We get to actually cuddle.” She pats the mattress beside her.
Deena smirks. “Oh yeah? What would Tom say?”
Sam sits up, a grin across her face. “What if this place really is haunted?”
“Then we’re sharing a room with a ghost,” Deena deadpans. “Is that what you want?”
“Maybe,” Sam drawls playfully. She stands, crossing the room to where they’d dropped their bags. “I’m going to take a shower. I still smell like the water from the campsite.”
They both do, that mineral tang that hadn’t escaped Deena’s notice as she’d kissed Sam or pressed her face to the crook of her shoulder, making Sam smell slightly unfamiliar, a reminder that they’ve finally left Shadyside behind.
While Deena listens to the water run, she digs through their bags, trying to scrounge up as much change as she can without having to go back down those stairs and out into the car to dig around for quarters. Thankfully she manages to find a handful of coins to go along with the crumpled bills stuffed into Sam’s jeans pocket, the rumbling in her stomach reason enough to brave both the ghosts and the winding hallways in an effort to find the aforementioned vending machines.
At least they are decently stocked, though after a few days of driving and surviving mostly on gas station snacks, Deena isn’t exactly thrilled to once again have Twix bars for dinner. She gets as much variety as she can before heading back toward the room, her feet silent on the carpeted hallways. In fact, everything around her is silent, which only adds to the creep-factor of the place, making it feel like the eyes of all the photos on the wall are following her progress.
“Fuck you, Tom,” Deena mumbles as she pulls open the door to the room, slamming it closed behind her with a little more effort than necessary.
Sam is sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in a towel, running a comb through her wet hair. “Are you okay?” She looks mildly amused by her question.
Deena tosses her a Butterfinger rather than answer. “Dinner is served.”
After they eat what they’ve generously termed dinner, Sam gets dressed, wearing an old shirt of Deena’s, which makes it slightly more difficult for Deena to remember why she needs to leave Sam sitting alone on the bed in order to take her own shower. But the feeling of several days on the road and the unfortunate lack of showers in the campsite outweighs just about everything else, though Deena tries to rush the process as much as she can.
Sam is sitting cross-legged on the bed, one elbow resting on her bare knee as she studies the map she’s spread out in front of her. She’s taken far more interest in their progress than Deena, studying the topography with an intensity that Deena can only encourage, seeing as it often leaves Sam with a furrow between her brow, soft lips pursed in concentration. A twist of hair has slipped past her shoulder and Deena can’t resist the urge to brush it back behind her shoulder, letting her hand fall between Sam’s shoulder blades.
Even as Sam lifts her face toward Deena’s, she whispers, “Deena…what will Tom say?”
Deena kisses her, grinning. “He could use a little more scandal in his life.”
Sam pushes the map aside, taking its place and pulling Deena down with her. She kisses her lazily, one leg absently hooked around Deena’s thigh as she plays with her curls. “So…what if she’s right.”
“Who?” Sam definitely makes it hard to think straight, but even still Deena feels like she’s missed something.
“The lady downstairs,” Sam says, and Deena lifts an eyebrow. “I mean…what if this place really is haunted.”
Deena kisses the underside of Sam’s jaw. “I’ll protect you,” she assures her.
“No, that’s not…” Sam laughs, breathy and light in a way that leaves heat pooling in Deena’s stomach. “I mean…what if it’s like Shadyside? Another curse.”
Deena lifts her head, trying to read in Sam’s face whether she’s serious or not. “O…kay?”
Sam’s fingers lazily trace the slopes of Deena’s cheeks, her nose, her chin. “I mean what she said about the hospital…all the ghosts…it could be. What if there was a way to help somehow?”
Grinning, Deena starts humming the theme song for The X-Files, leaning in to kiss Sam again. “Okay, Agent Fraser,” she intones seriously. “Let’s get right on that.”
Sam laughs even as she says, “I’m serious, Deena.” Gently, she pushes Deena back enough for the both of them to sit up and she brushes her wet hair over her shoulders and away from her face. “I mean, we did figure out what was going on in Shadyside,” she points out. “And we stopped that curse, which had been going on for three hundred years. This should be easy.”
Shaking her head, Deena exhales. “Okay…so you want us to…go around to, what, haunted hotels and break all those curses?” She lifts an eyebrow.
Sam brightens. “I hadn’t thought about that! We could go around the whole country and-”
“Okay, okay, slow down there Mulder,” Deena says, shaking her head. “Assuming that’s like…a real thing that is happening, like that there are other places out there like Shadyside…do you remember how dangerous all of that was? Trying to stop Goode and all that shit? Because you died. Literally. I’m not exactly keen on signing up to do that again.”
Sam sits across from her, their knees pressed together. “We could help other people. Another Deena. Another Sam.”
“Um, no, there’s no one else like you,” Deena assures her, making it sound enough like it could be a joke to ensure that she doesn’t sound completely sappy and hopeless. “Let them figure it out. I’m not trying to lose you again, okay?”
Sam smiles, putting her hands on Deena’s shoulders, her thumb brushing against the curve of her neck. “You won’t,” she says softly. “I guess we could put the ghost-hunting on hold until after college.”
“That’s all I ask,” Deena says solemnly.
“Aren’t you even a little curious about Ezekiel?”
“Um, no,” Deena says, leaning forward to kiss her. “All old, dead white people are the same.”
Sam laughs and pulls Deena toward her and it isn’t until later, when Deena is flushed and heavy and half-asleep, that Sam retrieves the map from the floor and spreads it out half-across Deena’s back and says, “How many other haunted places like this do you think there are along the route?” that Deena realizes maybe she hasn’t done the best job of distracting Sam from her dreams of becoming the newest Ghostbuster after all.
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hi! I hope u are doing well out there! I'am from and indian family and trust me the food in my home tastes banger! and I get bullied by my family and so called friends etc. kinda sad ik. my cw is 89 kg which is a lot as my height is 5'4.
I decided to fast which I'm able to do although, but my parents always force me to eat or get mad at me if I refuse to eat. so I have to eat anyways.
I can't take it anymore! any tips so I can also be the skinny one in my friend group?
Hi there!
So if the food does taste good try to do OMAD because then your parents can see you eat. And try to size down and only eat half of whatever they serve you to teach yourself restraint! When you eat make sure it’s low cal but also something they won’t suspect is Ed like fruit and nuts. Ik it’s hard to count home cooked food so don’t worry too much about calories.
My parents used to get mad at me too and it sucks but if you can, just try to only eat in front of them, even cook with them, and eat small somewhat frequently. As long as you eat under your bmr you’ll lose. Hitting it too hard is a bad a idea cuz you’ll slow your metabolism. Remember to WALK A LOT and DRINK WATER HOMIE and sleep let in the day if you’re allowed so that you can skip breakfast and sometimes lunch!!
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Hours later: his current chick loves degrading me when I’m buried in her cunt eating her cum from my owner-that is actually fabulous I love reminders that he fucks others and tells me to wait in other room (second time today I’m awaiting the finish of round 2 and my lunch of cock pussy and cum)until I have to swallow cum. Even women are above me. Mmmmm. I really do enjoy the things I’m reminded I am from her. I mean she’s not wrong only a dumb slut would enjoy her man saying “get out of my site, you best have fingers playing-both hands in/on that cunt and no cumming. until I call for you when I’m ready to cum after making love to this gorgeous woman-you’re only good enough to fuck”. Not many would but damn it always makes me fkn wet.Then her with:: your man’s dick is amazing. And he’s so gentle and loving he made sure to lick every spot and said such sweet things as he stuck that cock in my pussy while you humped your hand. Sweet nice things. Made love to me not fucked little slut hahaha while your dumb ass is playing with your pussy in another room looking at porn I get his hard cock. You get my pussy on it to eat and his cum and my cum cause your licking me until I get off today, all over your face and tits I’ll squirt and he already shot his to your face and clit stupid tramp but you’ll also be sucking him soon. We plan to cover you In cum. No wiping it. Leave it alone sex slave flesh light. That’ll be lunch like this was breakfast so eat my cunt your man made love to after sucking his dick right out of my pussy for you to finish him and then blow ON you like the low THING you are. A human sex toy. Now get me off with that damn useless face I want you buried into my cunt breathing can wait lick my clit you lower than even other women AND hookers. Free use tramp. Lick it, bite, ahh garbage can be useful I guess cause you’re pretty useless every other way. Thats it. Lick a good girl pussy that had your man in it now your fucking face. And hey thing? One hand on your clit and other up your pussy. The whole other hand. Fist your lousy cunt and no cumming hahaha. Good slut. Shove it in you don’t be gentle you don’t deserve that you deserve it to hurt like hell. (Smack on face and hard yank on nips) I said fist inside you fucking now are you to stupid? Here bring your hand and hole here. I slide without leaving her pussy she grabbed my arm said spread your fuckin cunt now (I did still without my tongue leaving her) slam-owww I wanna scream but I don’t. My tongue stopped for that impact though so she grabbed the whip and told me that until I get her off she’ll be whipping everywhere and to move my one hand as ordered so she can crack the clit but that fist stays. You can ride it while you lick. Now fkn finish me off you useless cum dumpster and so fkn stupid good thing you have looks and a body made to fuck cause you’d be screwed bitch as you can’t do anything fkn else right. Next for your dinner of cock pussy and cum I think I’ll have him tie u to the dresser in a painful way with the wand either almost close enough to feel almost or rammed on that clit for an hour. Haha. He’s right everyone should get a cum dump whore it’s fun thinking of shit to do to that body. Ohhhh yes right there I’m about to cover your face so start smacking hard your clit and bouncing fast in and almost out with the fist tramp…..she came all over my face and made me lick around to get every drop off her and the bed. Thats a delicious lunch 🤤🤤🤤. Shes fuckin hot and nice body to boot? Fuck yes demean me. Use me. Beat me. Degrade. Humiliate. Whatever you want as long as I can lick your pussy when you’re done with my man 🖤🩵🖤🩵. Cant wait for lord knows what they are planning with me for Friday night special ho games night. Never know what’s in store. Hopefully I can still walk by then - horny weed they are one or something. ;(they fucked a third time while I typed….in a chair next to the bed with my leash pulled and mouth left wide open so he could blast me with his amazing cum. God they looked so fkn hot fkn each other. 😯😯😯🖤🩵🖤🩵.to be finished
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cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader
Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.
A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P
Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧
Osamu’s not good at smoking.
He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.
And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.
“Can you feel it yet?”
“No.”
You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”
“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.
God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.
Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”
Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.
Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”
“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”
“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”
“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.
“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.
You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.
Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”
You snicker into your hand.
“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.
“They’re not here.”
“You ate them?”
“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.
“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”
“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”
“At home?”
“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”
“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”
“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.
He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”
“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”
“Oh. We do?”
“Yes.”
“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”
“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”
'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”
“The pancakes are at home, remember?”
“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”
More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.
He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.
You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”
“Onigiri.”
“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”
“I want ya to make it for me.”
“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”
“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”
“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“
“Please?”
One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”
He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”
So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.
It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.
“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.
He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.
“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.
“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.
You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.
“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.
“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.
He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”
“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.
When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.
The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”
“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”
“Mhm.”
“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”
“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”
“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”
“Prettier than usual?”
Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”
“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”
“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”
“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”
'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”
“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”
“But he’s already sleeping.”
True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.
“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.
“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”
“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”
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t h e b r e a k f a s t t a b l e
[🔞] k e n t o n a n a m i [‼️]
s m u t • s m u t • s m u t
ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴsғᴡ
If only you were at home, listening to sleeping at last and maybe with a cup of hot cocoa in hand, you would really appreciate the heavy pour of rain outside. However, you weren’t. Therefore, you must try to not show uneasiness while he’s around— while it was only you and him inside their manor.
“The generator isn’t working,” he informs you after inspecting the machine in the cellar. Kento turns off the penlight then sat on the chair beside you.
As reported by, the thunderstorm will last for two hours. A hundred and twenty minutes of being alone with your principal sponsor, Kento Nanami. “We will be fine. We have enough candles to get us through this darkness.”
Are you sure of it? Can you keep your calm around him? Especially when he’s that close? You can even smell his natural peachy scent.
“Do you not like me?” your face almost slipped from your palm. Why would he think that?!
“No.” you reply, absentmindedly licking your bottom lip. “You sponsor my studies and allowance and you bought me an apartment. How can I not like you, sir?”
Just to clear things, he is not your sugar daddy. You were not obliged to give something in return, though, you’d be glad if he wants to. Besides, you are not the only one he sponsors. There are twenty in total including you.
“Then why are you so distant?” he leans his back on the backrest, searching immediate answer from your intriguing reaction.
Yes, you were not aware but he finds your manners interesting.
You let out a low and defeated laugh.
“It’s because I like you romantically, sir.” you avow.
“Oh.” his response, “you’re only eighteen.”
“Can I not like you just because I’m young?” you sigh, looking away. Watching the rainwater rolls down the glass wall. “I lost my virginity last month, sir. I heard from your exes that you didn’t fuck virgins.”
What were you thinking, really? Spurting private matters like it’s some kind of gossips.
You heard him coughed. You laugh, “whom do you surrendered your innocence to?” he asks.
“Megumi Fushiguro, sir.”
Why do you have to be so polite? It’s driving him mad. His chair creaks. You eye him in question. He transfers the vase to the most secured spot.
“Quit the talking, baby, let’s fuck.”
Your heart races when he sits you on the tabletop, parting your legs. He creates an opening between your thighs. Everything about this man is thick so the width fuels your desires. He’s standing between your legs, sliding his palms up and down your sides.
You remove his shirt. Tracing his beefy muscles using your fingertips. You gasp when you reached his hard packs. You went lower, inserting a hand pass over his waistband. Kento let out a throaty moan when you palm his bulge inside his pants.
You were doing right, just right to make him close his eyes and gasp for air. You run your tongue in between his chest, hand still busy putting pressure on his other head. Damn. You can feel your own heat juicing.
“Do you want more, sir?” you ask, still licking him, moving far to the left, you poke his nipplexx using your tongue then eventually, started sucking it.
“Fuck, baby~ have you done this before with Megumi?” his breath is shaking though he can still speaks clearly.
From palming his head, your hand proceeds stroking his length, stretching its skin down from the tip. Nanami growls like a beast, you did pretty well with your hand so he grabs your nape and tilts your face up.
“I didn’t, sir. But Megumi had a mouthful feast on his study table. He devoured me like a feral man.”
You retract your hand from his pants. He moans in disappointment. He loves how you work your hand underneath his bottoms.
He didn’t talk after that. Nanami helps you with your clothes, stripping you out from your restrictions. You serve yourself... naked and flushed on his breakfast nook. You were no different from those sluts he fucked before. You crave for him so you do the service.
Nanami disrobes the remaining pieces of his clothes before pulling you on your ankles. He leans down to your face, kissing your chin first. That first kiss gives you butterflies compared to how Megumi taught you the basics of kissing. He may be your first of everything but nothing can compete with this man that makes you feel 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 by just kissing your chin.
Your both hands were pinned on each sides of your head. He examines you from head to toe. Your heat throbs, his tip is poking your abdomen. He’s long and thick. Will it fit? Of course, you're this ready for him. You anchor your legs behind him, pulling him down.
“Put it inside, sir, I’m ready.” you beg with your fluttering eyes. He teases your lips with his, brushing slightly. You whine. Pleading again.
He knows you were so desperate for him so he ended the thirst with a very rough kiss. Sucking both lips like its some kind of delights made for him. He surely enjoys kissing you torridly that it makes you thrash for air when he didn’t let go of your mouth.
That made him laugh. When your breathing return to normal, Nanami claims your lips again, this time, he’s moving slow, so slow that you didn’t notice his mouth has already left yours gaping open. He’s now down on your neck, sucking while a hand is palming your folds. You grope his right ass, earning a grunt from him.
His mouth keeps traveling down, it reached your bare chest. He takes in a bud inside his hot mouth. Sucking it, biting it. You moan. You just keep moaning and at the same time grinding your leaking pearl against his erection.
He pops out your first nipplexx, he does the same to the other. Flicking his tongue against it. Sucking it as well unti it turns red.
He goes down again, another spot—the most vulnerable one is waiting for him. He adjusts himself, groping your titsx hard while pinching its both buds.
“Aahh sir~” what? Did you just moan like a slut? You make him smirk and feel proud of himself. He gropes you again, even harder this time. He hears more of your 𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒉𝒔 and 𝒐𝒐𝒉𝒉𝒔. You satisfy him by just moaning his name and how good he makes you feel. He squeezes your sides, moving down to your thighs. He hit you there. He didn’t stop until he sees stars in your eyes. One star rolls down. Nanami licks his lips, planting soft kisses on your face.
“Ooohhh gosh, sir~” your body jolts when he tugs your clitx before latching his tongue between your folds.
Damn. Nanami eats better.
You grab onto his hair, gripping there. He dives deeper into your cunt, tongue lolling in and out of your still tight core.
“Hmm~ you taste like a real lady hmm~” fine, reaper! You can take her soul now.
Nanami’s 𝒉𝒎𝒎𝒔 sounds so sexy and you push more of your drenched cunt toward his face. He seems to appreciate your little movement so he eats deeper and thumb you harder.
“Sir—sir! Aahh~” surprise! You spill in his mouth and he’s grateful for your milk so he slurps everything and gives your clenching cunt a good run using his tongue.
You were panting when he pushes your legs to your chest, locking those tight with his forearms. He joins you on the tabletop, folding you in half. His hands grips tightly on the edge and pressing his knees firmly on the table with you in between.
Suddenly, you remember what Megumi had told you before that if a guy fold a lady to half, he’s been meaning to breed her.
Now. Now. Now.
You start to panic. He notices it. You receive his unusual smirk. You put your hands on his shoulders, shaking your head.
“S—sir— don’t fuck a baby into me, please.”
Instead of a reply or an assurance that he would not, Nanami claims your lips again, masking the slow and eerie penetration of his cockx into you.
He earns a loud gasp from you when he installed completely his length inside you. It stretches you really wide that a lone sob escapes your lips.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he taunts you, caressing your face. “I’m inside you. Full and deep. You will be fine, trust me.”
Your lips quivers when he start pulling out. You can feel how thick he is and how farther his tip reached inside.
He can feel your shaking so he kisses you again, focusing on your neck.
“H—hold—please sir aahnnn~” your whine is pure and appealing. He cannot wait any longer. It’s just that this is not his way. He loves ramming a pussyxx harder and deeper. He loves being in control.
“Be still, baby. I will move hard now.”
Again, what’s the use of shaking your head no? He slams right there. Just right there when he crashes his mouth on yours to drown your cries.
He’s tight. Hard. And strong that with every thrust and every pull and with every ruthless push, the table that supports the weight of the two people atop it, creaks louder.
He shakes your world and uses your womanhood the way it supposed to be fucked. He didn’t stop. He can’t be stopped. Not this time, not at this moment that he loves how you clench around him and how your cunt responds so sweetly.
“Here comes my seeds, baby~ take it all my pretty baby~” he pounds you so hard at the time his semenx spills inside you, combining with your juice. He pumps you even harder, grunting. While you, all you did is moan his name and that he should not cum inside you but he still did.
He fucks his jizz inside you, watching it leaks from your throbbing cunt.
You end up staring at nothing.
You still feel it dripping from your hole.
Nanami takes you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. Still in dazed, the both of you dip in the warm water in the tub. You on his lap, legs spread.
“Wha–what are you doing?” you breathe when Nanami slides his hand between your thighs, dipping his fingers between your folds.
He kisses your nape from behind, moving to the side before ending on your shoulder that he licks and bites.
“What else my pretty baby? Finger fucking you hmm~”
Just when he starts rubbing hard circles on your clitx, the rain pours heavily, drowning your moans once again.
You have proven the rumors surrounding his name. Kento Nanami fuck better in the dark.
#imagines#smut#one shot#jjk#jjk nanami#nanami kento#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento x you#nanami kento smut#nanami kento is a daddy#jujutsu megumi#megumi fushiguro#anime#jujutsu kaisen nanami#jujutsu kaisen
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Meet Cute (GN!Reader/Mothman)
Pairing: GenderNeutral!Reader/Male!Mothman
Genre: Cryptids
Warnings: Car accidents, descriptions of bruisings and pain
Word Count: 2564 words
Summary: After an incident, You find yourself in the care of a rather strange savior.
Request: Hey, long time fan, but I could never think of anything to request! I was wondering if cryptids were considered monsters here? Would you be willing to write a meet-cute with Mothman? Maybe something along the lines of them saving the reader from a disaster and sparks fly, and boy, if that's not a pun: like a moth to a flame. Mothman can be man or gender neutral, and I'd like the reader to be gender neutral! But everything is to your discretion! Have fun~! And thank you~!
He doesn’t usually do this.
As he cradles your neck, feeling the microfibers of human hair at the base of your skull and your thrumming heartbeat, it feels as if you could shatter apart in his talons. Your pupils flutter behind your eyelids, the pain of the collison definitely affecting you, even in your near-unconscious state. He sets you down on the scraps of thrown away jackets and ratty down-comforters, paying extra attention to your head and side, where splotches of purple and yellow already bloom up your ribcage. You easily fall into the warmth of the pile, snuggling into the fabric.
He sighs, anxiety decreasing as your body relaxes. Having already checked you, he thinks you should last a night before needing to go to a human hospital, just to double-check. He perches by you, tuning the ancient radio to a subtle night-time station, and waits.
Your chest flutters rhythmically, peacefully. Your features seem to shine in the firelight, catching the shadows and giving the appearance of a Baroque painting. So serene for someone just hit by a car.
He sighs.
He just hopes you won’t freak out.
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You wake up in a jerk, immediately filled with regret as your right side screams in pain. You clench your teeth, hand immediately checking your ribs as the memories of last night come flooding back.
You had been walking back home after a night out with your friends. You weren’t drunk, barely even tipsy, but had decided to walk the short path to your tiny house anyway. It was quick, just a 5 minute jaunt by the side of the highway and away from the bar. Just enough time for some asshole to swerve off the side of the road, send you flying, and take off without a care for the deer they assumed they just killed.
It takes a little while longer for you to process that you are definitely not in a hospital right now; Not even in your own house, or any house for that matter. A dying fire crackles nearby, the rising sun beams peaking through makeshift curtains attached to a structure of branches. You sit in a small pallet of fabric, right next to a collection of newspapers and old cctvs.
It’s ramshackle, sure, but well-loved. It doesn’t look like a permanent residence, but is lived-in nonetheless.
“Are you feeling alright?”
A calm tenor breaks the silence, causing you to shoot your eyes away from your surroundings and to focus on the person across from you.
Well, person probably isn’t the right word.
His eyes, even in the morning light, flash with red. They’re huge, set deeply into his face with very indistinguishable features. His neck is nestled into a large amount of fluff, reminiscent of winter scarf, that extends back into his large wings, which are tucked behind him. The antennas that flicker on top of his head are distinctly insect-like, but his long, muscular body and hands are more mammalian. Not human, but more similar to an animal. His hands are long and near-spindly, each finger ended with a long claw.
All these features should come together into an uncanny-valley, terror-inducing nightmare. But there’s something about his voice, the way he sits, so cautious yet concerned, that says the contrary.
“U-Uh...I think so.” You shift your body, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through your ribs and you wince. “I’ve felt better, though.” You tentatively lean down and touch your side, trying to check for a fracture without hurting yourself even more.
The creature stands up, wings still closed and kept to his back, and walks over to you.
“Would you mind if I checked your injuries? I have some experience with collisions such as yours.”
After a second, you nod. He steps closer to you, still moving at a micro-speed, and his hands slowly begin to wander up your side. You suck in a breath, but are more afraid of the potential pain than him. His slow, southern drawl reminds you of old movies and your grandpa, radiating comfort with almost every word. Plus, whatever he was, he had shown you more compassion than the human asshole who had hit you last night, so you felt a little more relaxed having him this close.
Nevertheless, he treats you gingerly, fingers just grazing your bruised side. You wince as his index finger finds a particularly dark bruise, and the creature quickly pulls back.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, it just-fuck that hurt.”
The creature nods but doesn’t move to touch you again.
“Does it hurt when you breathe deeply?”
You shake your head. You had been taking calming breaths to assuage the anxiety of waking up in what might be a monster’s den.
The monster hums, a light chittering sound, like several wind chimes all at once. He reaches over to a small, nearly-rotted, medicine bag in the corner and pulls out an ancient-looking jar of pain cream. He gingerly slides it towards you. “You may try this, it might relieve the pain for a while. Although you should probably see a human doctor to see if you’ve sustained any serious damage to your ribcage.”
You uncork the cream and tentatively dab a bit on your fingers, looking up with a shaky smile to your savior.
“Uh, t-thank you. For everything-”
Growl
Your hand jerks to your stomach, face going flush as you accidentally brush against your swollen side. The creature perks up.
“I believe I have some human food. Would you like some?”
Sucking in a quick breath, trying to hide the tiny pain and your embarrassment, you nod.
The creature stands up, fumbling with the remains of a kitchen cabinet. From his hunched posture, you’d guess this tiny shelter isn’t big enough for his full height. With his long fingers, he reaches and flicks on the radio. The sounds of a local station’s jingle filters through the air as he grabs a can of beans from a shelf.
You slowly begin to rub in the medication to your side, occasionally looking up at your savior as he flutters around his den. Despite his extended limbs and large body, every movement is very similar to that of a human’s; He moves around the make-shift kitchen like a doting partner, a thought which brings a small blush to your face.
The illusion is shattered when he tears the top of the can clean off, cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. As he turns to rekindle the fire and start your breakfast, you quickly look back to your wound, trying to hide your curiosity.
The creature lazily stirs your breakfast as a song begins playing on the radio. The strumming bass is perfect for the morning haze, the low drawl of the singer rhythmic and relaxing. You notice the creature bobbing his head, humming along to the tune. His voice sounds slightly distorted, squeaking like the crackle of tv static. You find you quite like it.
The silence returns, filled only by the radio and the crackling fire. The creature's disposition is amicable, but you're still not sure how to initiate small talk.
“Um, thank you, again. For everything. You really saved my ass.”
The creature gestures with their hand as if to say “No problem.”
“I saw that man hit you with that car and take off. As you were hidden from the road, I thought it best I intervene.” The creature pulls off the now-cooked beans and grabs a spoon, handing the can to you. You take it eagerly, another rumble growling from your stomach. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, foregoing all table manners to scarf down the breakfast.
“If I am being honest, I don’t typically interact with humans in such a….direct manner.”
“Ah, I guess that,” You eyes do another survey of his gangly, inhuman appearance, “makes sense.”
The creature nods, grabbing an apple before sitting across the fire from you. You can tell he is tense, probably waiting with baited breath for you to come to your senses and scream. There is a small part of you that wants too, desperately, but you silence it with a large mouthful of beans. The apple is tossed back and forth between the creatures hands, his eyes locked on the fire. The curiosity of how he eats things sneaks its way into your thought process. “Do you have a name?”
The creature perks, pausing it’s movements and looking at you with its large, red eyes.
“.....I’ve heard humans call me Mothman. I think it is quite accurate.”
You nod, swallowing down another bite of beans. “Do you...like that name?”
The creature doesn’t respond, eyes still piercing into your heart. His face has a small micro-expression, but you’re not sure you can read it. “Because my brother always said first impressions are the perfect time to reinvent yourself, so I could call you something else if you wanted?”
The creature's eyes flicker, in a movement you think is slight shock, before his eyes roll back to the fire. The small light of the fire flatters the dark black of his fur (You think it’s fur?) and only accentuate his large eyes, flashing and reflecting like rubies. In his relaxed position, he sort of looks….handsome.
“You may call me Mothman. Thank you for asking.”
You nod, letting the strumming banjo of a new song on the radio fill the void. The bouncy beat has you unconsciously bobbing your head as you scoop a spoonful.
“I love this song.” You mutter, lamenting how you're almost out of food to stuff your mouth with.
Mothman hums in agreement. “Me as well, this station is my favorite.”
Given your empty bean can, you take the leap into a conversation.
“Do you have a favorite kind of music genre?”
Mothman fiddles with the stem of his apple, brow (if it can even be called that) furrowing.
“I guess I never thought of what my favorite would be. I mostly listen to whatever the radio plays, enjoyable or not. Though,” Mothman points his thumb to the radio, “I love the sound this instrument makes, though I am unsure what it is called. It’s almost like….”
Mothman’s voice begins to make a squeaking trill, one extremely similar to that of plucked strings, although much sharper and shorter.
“Oh, you mean the banjo? Uh, the one that goes like-” You try your best to imitate the chords of the banjo, unconsciously moving your fingers to imitate playing. It’s not nearly as musical as Mothmans’, but his eyes widen and he nods excitedly.
“Yes! Yes, that sound is very pleasant. I’d say any music with that in it is my favorite.”
“Ah, country, that’s a really popular one around here. Have you ever heard ‘Goodbye Earl’ by The Chicks?”
Mothman shakes his head. Your face drops in surprise.
“Oh, it’s so good, it’s about-” As you lean over to give a long spiel about the song, another bolt of pain shoots up your side, forcing you to bite your cheek so as to not cry out. You keel over your legs, clutching your rib cage.
Right, car accident.
In a second, Mothman is next to you, tentatively laying a hand on your shoulder. His fingertips just barely brush your skin, yet you can still feel a slight fuzziness, the same that covers his whole body.
“You might want to see a human doctor, soon.”
You suck in through your teeth, slowly adjusting yourself back upwards. “Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a smart idea.
“I can take you as far as the end of the highway, if you’d like to call a friend or a cab.”
You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. Mothman’s other hand slowly moves to your other hip, only applying a modicum of pressure.
“May I help you stand up?” He almost-whispers, a hot breath of air blowing across the side of your neck as he speaks. A shiver runs down your spine as his large fingers play gently against your skin, covering a good portion of your pelvis. You’re thankful you can explain away any blush with the pain. You nod once more.
The two of you stand up gingerly, Mothman almost extending to his full height and brushing the blanket-ceiling with his antennae. You take a couple of small steps, the pain in your side taking the occasional moment to sting you.
Your eyes squint as you exit the encampment, sun already fully risen and in your face.
“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, let me know.”
You turn your head towards Mothman, but before you can ask any questions he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and extends his wings in one motion. From the corner of your eyes you can see dark red patterns that swirl on them, invisible until caught by the sunlight. Your hands instinctively lace around his neck, fingers tucking into the soft fluff of his neck. Mothman gives you a quick nod and what you think is an assuring smile
Without a word, you two take off.
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You two fly low to the ground, Mothman expertly maneuvering through the trees and underbrush as he glides along the highway. You’re sure if you were to drive by, he’d look like a flickering shadow in the woods, nothing more.
He sets you down by the edge of town, just out of sight of the semi-busy main street. You basically collapse to your feet, heart pounding with adrenaline and mind wracked with “Holy fuck, I just flew with the goddamn Mothman.”
“This is where I must depart. Do you think you can find suitable transportation to the hospital from here?”
You nod, still trying to wrestle your vocabulary from ‘What the fuck, Holy shit, Oh my god.’
Mothman gives you another smile and comforting nod, patting you on the shoulder.
“Very good. Good luck on your travels. Oh, and try not to be hit by any cars, alright?”
With a playful glare from you, Mothman begins to unfurl his wings and ready himself to fly back into the woods, buut before he can-
“Wait! Uh….” Mothman halts, wings still wide open. Your mouth and mind stagger, not even sure what you wanted to say. “I have some old country cassettes back at my place. If I found my mom’s old WalkMan I could….show them to you? Some time, maybe? Give you a chance to be your own radio DJ?”
Mothman’s face remains relatively neutral, but the way his antennae unfurl and his wings slightly perk upwards betrays his interest. It’s extremely adorable, like a little kid who hears the word ‘ice cream.’
“Yes, I think I would love that.”
“A-Awesome.” You breath out, not realizing how long you had held it in. “Same place, maybe next Saturday? Though hopefully I won’t be thrown in there by a car this time.”
Mothman lets out a series of squeaks, which you assume is his laugh. He gives you a thumbs up. “Cool, it’s a date.”
With the last word, you walk away, still hobbling with your probably-fractured rib, a large smile on your face.
As Mothman flies away, the cold wind of a West Virginia morning blowing across his body, he can’t deny the certain warmth that radiates from his chest.
I have a date.
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Beautiful?
A Halstead!Sister
'But they don't know. They don't know what it's like to be you. They didn't know what it was like to wake up everyday, to a body you never asked for.
A body nobody wanted.'
Warnings : eating disorder, body insecurities, body dismorphia
Requested : Yup, by anon , 'could u do a fic where she has an eating disorder? and doesn’t tell jay but then one day she passes out at school and has to tell him?'
Word count : 1.7k
Note : this took too long I don't know why 😭but yall Guess who's thankful that yall bear with my English ? me. :) and ps this is my first request!! And yall please please know that all of you are so freaking beautiful and worth fighting for. Know that you are loved and it is never, ever weak to ask for help.
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The constant pain and sleepless nights were paying off. Your eyes sparkled when you saw your new numbers. It was working.
You took your diary, crossing out breakfast on the to do list after eating a banana.
This was going to be simple. check what you eat, check your weight and repeat . You knew that if you tried really hard, you would be the one in control.
Control. That's all you wanted. Such an easy, yet painful thing.
You looked to the mirror, as your hands hovered over your ribs sticking to the skin . You'd never felt so beautiful in your life. But your eyes roamed down to your thighs. The flesh of your legs were touching. It wasn't enough.
It was never enough.
'' Y/n , come on ! Move your ass! I need to get to work!! '' Jay shouted for you, from downstairs.
'' Shut uppp I'm comingg'', you yelled back.
Ever since your mom had died, dad always kept to himself leading you to stay with your brothers. It had become a routine. Jay would drop you off at school and Annie's mom would give you a ride home.
Lucky for you , Jay was constantly busy with cases. He hadn't noticed your new diet or the mood swings.
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Your teacher had started the lesson. And slowly you sensed something wrong. Your head was pounding. God why is she so blurry? You look to Anne sitting next to you and she's Blurry too. You felt your body giving up to the swaying ground.
'' y/n!! '' Annie shreiked as your limp body crashed to the floor.
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'' Chuckles!? '' Trudy called out,climbing the stairs to intelligence. "Do I look like a cocktail waitress to you? Where have you been??"
"Morning to you too, sarge" Jay sighed. "and its detective"
" Well , Detective , Y/n fainted at school and wanted you to pick her up"
"What ?" he asked shocked, aldready beginning to pick up his jacket.
"Sarge" he said, looking to Voight for approval, although he would leave nonetheless. "Go."
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"Mr. Halstead" the school nurse addressed him, as he entered the clinic.
"Call me jay. Y/n, are you okay? what the hell happened?" he asked you worried.
You had never fainted before and apart from the flu every couple of years, you had a clean bill of health, as far as he knew.
"Jay, I promise I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy, that's all" you answered knowing how overprotective he can get. Now all you could hope for was that he would let this slide.
"I tried getting some food in her but she told me she was fine" the nurse explained to Jay.
God No. the the salad she offered you had so many calories. you had made too much progress nothing was going to stop you especially a simple fainting episode. It was a minor setback but you were sure you could continue your weight loss diet.
" What, WHY? " he questioned, but just as you were thinking of a better reply " You know what, I'm gonna take her home." he interrupted your thoughts as he spoke to the nurse.
" Only if you are sure, you're good"
" I am Jay. One hundred percent." you replied, happy to skip the rest of the school day.
It's not like you've been paying attention any ways. You'd zone out a lot during class and your constant hunger and cramps didn't help either. But you drowned these feelings away with small sips of water and occasional slices of cucumbers.
You Craved the Emptiness. the feeling of being lighter. The feeling of being....... perfect. It was intoxicating.
Taking your school bag, Jay wrapped a study arm around your shoulders , guiding you through the school corridors and towards his truck.
"God, I can't wait to go to bed", You said climbing the truck and fastening your seat belt.
"Yeah right. I'm taking you to med" he stated. "WHAT? Jay, what the hell ? I told you, I'm fine!!"
You knew Will was working and didn't want either of your brothers to know about your new diet or how much weight you had lost. It was too late to quit. The disgusting image in the mirror was slowly getting better..... getting thinner, prettier.
"You've never fainted before Y/n, and I promise I'll get Will to run the exams and do all the tests" he assured you.
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"Y/n, I thought I told you I never wanted to see you here again.", Maggie greeted, pointing a finger at you.
"Awwww but I missed you", you pouted, " No don't do that. your brother's waiting in treatment room 3 so you better get going." she instructed and you dropped your school bag near the nurses station.
You and Jay enter the room, to a very worried Will. "Y/n, what happened?" he asked , gesturing you to sit on the bed.
"did you hit your head when you fell? Did you fall in the bathroom or something like that?", he continued, not giving you time to answer.
"what did the nurses say? are you stressed about school?" " Will-", you interrupted his rambling " I'm fine, just..... got a little dizzy."
You watched , as he took his pen light to your eyes. "Ah! Will, stop!!" You said, trying and failing to refrain him.
"You know, it'll be easier if you stop squirming" Jay commented with a smug smile. "Your not going anywhere"
"Shut up" you groaned.
You need to get out of here. What if they gave you food. What if they found out you were hungry all the time. They'd never stop making fun of you. They'd tell you that you were overreacting and that all this was so unnecessary.
But they didn't know. They didn't know what it was like to be you. They didn't have floppy arms or fleshy thighs. They didn't know what it was like to wake up everyday, to a body you never asked for. A body nobody wanted.
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"Jay" Will called out, seeing him outside your room. It had been a couple of hours since you were bought in.
Will had ordered some tests, being the ass he was.
Wonderful. You just hoped that all the tests would be normal and you could get the hell out of there.
"yeah man? just needed to text Hailey, Why, what's wrong?" Jay asked, studying the worried expression on his brother's face
"It's Y/n. "
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You were fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt when your brother's walked in, staring at you, as if you were a ghost.
"Y/n," Jay croaked out his voice laced with dread, "how long?"
No. No. No. This can't be happening. God, you knew that they were going to hate you forever.
"what the are you talking about?" you needed to try to get them to back away."Is something wrong?"
They were standing on either side of your bed. Jay came closer and sat down on your right the beside your knees, eyes never leaving yours.
"Your tests-" Will started, "They came back showing you have severe deficiencies. That your body is struggling to survive. That it's not getting enough food." he broke away from your gaze.
"We um-" Jay, as if almost on queue, continued."We looked through your school bag and found your diary. "
You sucked in a sharp breath and shook your head. No. He knew. They knew.
All your calorie counts, the amount of calories you can have in a day, your research on diets, workouts, to do lists, hell, even your Period Tracker was written down. (although you barely had it anymore)
That book was the reason you were finally becoming happy with yourself. Your body.
'I'm sorry', you mouthed "I'm so, so sorry" This was it. Your voice hitched, as tears flowed down your cheeks. "I was finally happy"
In an instant, your brothers were by your side.
Jay engulfed you into his chest, your words circling his mind. 'Finally?' God, you lived together! You were his sister! His baby sister! How could he have let this happen to you? How could he not have noticed that you were drowning? That you were starving yourself. What kind of brother was he?
Will rubbed your back, until your sobs became quieter. He was a doctor. A damn doctor! God knows how long this has been going on, but at the end of the day.... he failed. He failed to be there,..... when you needed him.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this. You're beautiful Y/n. You really are. And I'm sorry that anyone else has convinced in otherwise" Jay breathed out, hoping you heard him, in his embrace.
"It felt good, Jay" your voice was muffled by his shirt, but to your brothers, your voice was loud and clear.
"Did it?" You turned to Will, "Did the hunger feel good?" his heart broke saying the words out loud.
'Yes', you wanted to answer. Of course it felt good. You were getting so many compliments from your friends at school. Boys started acknowledging you now.
It was like you finally existed. You felt...... worthy.
But with all the strength you could muster up, you couldn't get the words out. Because there was always one voice that told you to quit. The voice you'd been drowning out for so long. The voice that told you, that you were in fact, beautiful.
Your mother's.
"No" you said, realizing that Will had tears in his eyes as well.
But you couldn't find a hint of shame in them, no matter how much you searched. Instead, you were met with the immense worry and guilt of your brother.
"We can help, Y/n" Will said, as he took your hand in his, "We will help and we'll be there every step of the way."
"Every step" Jay assured and you turned to him. "All you need to do, is let us in"
You weren't prepared for this. You had no idea what to say.
You didn't want to feel tired all the time, always craving for food. But the idea of going back - back to all that shame - that's what scared you.
"Y/n," Will spoke up, seeing as you were struggling to answer, "I promise you, we are going to make you feel better...... and we'll fight those thoughts of yours together."
You took a shaky breath.
Thoughts.
Your thoughts.
You had let them consume you for a long time now. Too long. maybe..... Maybe the right voice to follow, was your mothers'. "okay-" you sobbed, "okay", and once again you found yourself in Jay's arms.
You, clinging to him like your life depended on it and him holding you tight, because it did. His hand rested on your head, tangled with your hair.
Will saw a tear make its way down his brothers cheek, something he hasn't witnessed often.
Your brothers sat silently, listening to you cry. Taking in the conversation, only having a glimpse of the pain you were in.
You had a long, long road ahead but as you sat in your brother arms, you felt a sense of peace, comfort maybe.
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