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mono-dot-jpeg · 6 months

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boy failures for u - i. yoichi, s. nagi, s. ryusei, b. meguru

summary; in which some boys just love you so much, they simply can't function

genre/extra tags; scenarios, fluff, comedy, projecting my love for dog energy boys, they're so pathetic /pos, bachira is clumsy, ryusei is an embarrassingly horny dude (can confirm, he gets no bitches, absolutely ZERO play!!), nagi... is perfect as he is, yoichi,,,, is just socially awkward around people he has a crush on

[gender neutral reader]

a/n; look at me being fancy this one panel banner, slay. tbh i couldn't think of a good three photos to use for it so i tried this which is kind of nice. anyways i had a sudden thought hit me and it must be done. and what better anime to write for than the one where everyone has unexplainable gay tension between each other. i swear im as caught up as possible i think and i swear the gay tension is like,, crazy.

isagi yoichi is endearing. he's so bad at being normal around you. his face flushed a cute red, and his words barely managing to leave his mouth as you talk to him so sweetly. he doesn't know how to handle a crush. and it's so cute to tease him because he just doesn't know how to respond properly.

the times where he does manage to gain enough confidence to talk a conversation with you, he's never taking the lead in any of them. he's talking [somewhat] normally to you, answering your questions and [attempting] to reply to your thoughts and responses. of course, just don't flirt with him too hard. there's like a 50 percent chance he will understand it or not.

he can't even admire you correctly. when he attempts to give you a compliment, he's saying all the wrong words and apologizing profusely like he offended your entire bloodline. he's so utterly enchanted by you, he wonders if you're an angel sent just for him.

"you're so nice, y/n." "huh?" "i-i mean you're really cute! wait- i didn't mean that! fuck- not that i don't think you look cute! you're really a great person, you know?! sorry! i'm just gonna go back to practice...!"

nagi seishiro is so lazy that you can't help but watch over him. you understand why reo adores him (a little too much). he's a boy with pretty privilege and talent. he talks to you with such honesty that he unintentionally flirts with you. he doesn't know a lot of things well, but even he's had his fair share with understanding liking people (but that's only with the random dating sims he's tried).

when he manages to get on his feet, whether it's for a soccer match or you, he's stuck by you like a cute koala. he whines about everything being "too much of a hassle." but he finds himself walking around looking for you, no matter how far you are. he whines to you about how he had to get up to find you, and he's cuddling close to you. his mouth turned into his signature X shape as he pouts at you, annoyed that you just had to be away from him for more than a minute.

he tries so hard to be around you but at the cost of his laziness, he mutters to you about how much easier it would be if you just stay with him all the time like his purple-haired companion or his cactus pet. he fell for you first, but he makes it so easy for you to fall harder.

"why do you always have to do stuff?" "it's my job, sei." "you should just stay with me all the time. you take care of me so well."

shidou ryuusei is annoyingly desperate for you. if isagi was endearing, shidou was insolent. he speaks before he thinks. he has no shame in chasing after you. it's quite a feat that you haven't even shooed him away as much as sae has. you sort of find a friend in sae because of that. he always rolls his eyes when you mention him. he wonders why you keep being around the blonde jock, and you tell him, "who doesn't love a pathetic man?"

when he talks to you, he just can't read a room with you in it. he's the type of guy to say "this shot is for you." and it hits the goal post and then to his face. of course he'd never actually miss in a real match but i can guarantee that it would happen during a practice match. he unintentionally humiliates himself every time he tries to be cool. if sae is there, it's even worse. he's trying to bump up the flirting up to a 200 and failing miserably to woo either of you.

he's like those tweets where it's like, "how did i pull them? easy. i just went, PLEASEPLEAPLSEPWPLEAPLELA-". without fail, he basically tries to re-enact that but he doesn't even pull you because you'd much rather wait for him to actually be a decent man and grow the rest of his brain. though it doesn't seem he'll learn his lesson anytime soon.

"did i ever tell you how hot you look right now?" "yes. you have. multiple times. today." "please go out with me." "no."

bachira meguru is confusing. he's clingy, blunt, teasing, a little stupid but has the spirit, and an absolute cutie. he's passionate about what he likes. and surprise, surprise, he likes you. he's an infodumper but you don't mind at all. but sometimes those talks take a hard left into just telling you how much he likes you. you better hope you're strong because he will be jumping on you for a hug.

when he's just buzzing with excitement, he can't help but scramble by your side to cling onto you in any way that you will allow him to. he's not as boy failure as the others on this list because even when he fails to capture your heart, he's still succeeding in his book. he loves when you give him any sliver of attention. that's probably his thing as a boy failure. he is a hyper and needy dog who's too big to cuddle with but doesn't care. and you can't say no because then they just stare at you with those big eyes until you cave.

he's the type of guy to be confused when people ask if you're dating him and you say no. "what do you mean we're not dating? i thought this was the dating." he's never actually confessed, but he considers his "s-tier affection" to be confession enough. but he's kind of coward whether he realizes it or not. he's scared to actually say that he wants to be yours, but that's like an angsty story for another time, SO SHUT.

"what if we kissed? like right now?" "but we're not dating, meguru." "we're not? we should." "i'll think about it." "no think! just do!"

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katsu28 · 11 months

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through the lens

pairing: jamie tartt x reader

summary: a richmond win, a trip to ola’s, and a camera is all it takes to find out how jamie tartt really feels about you

warnings: swearing ofc, reader is afc richmond's team photographer, 2.5k

a/n: humbly inviting begging anyone and everyone to drop ted lasso requests from this list or this one in my inbox <3 i write for jamie, roy, sam, dani, and isaac! now pls enjoy the result of my jamie tartt brainrot

The atmosphere in the locker room was positively electric.

AFC Richmond was fresh off their first win in a very long time, and everyone was beyond ecstatic, buzzing with residual adrenaline and pride on a game well played. All the players were in a huddle in the center of the room, jumping at each other with nothing but pure joy in their eyes.

All you could do was try your best to capture the moment without getting in the way of the festivities, which you somehow managed by climbing up onto one of the benches in front of the lockers as you snapped picture after picture of the team getting their celebration on. Nobody really paid you any mind throughout, until you turned your camera on one Jamie Tartt, who was already looking right at you the second your viewfinder focused on him.

He beamed, lifted his hand up in a small wave, and for a split second you thought he might’ve started to make his way over to you, but he was caught on the shoulder and redirected by an overjoyed Dani Rojas. You swiveled away from Jamie and towards where Colin and Isaac had started some sort of chant that you could barely make out over the ruckus.

Focusing on them gave you the chance to let your heart rate settle back down after sharing that split second moment with Jamie. It was pathetic, really—pining over someone like him.

More of a silly little crush than anything, you knew it would never lead to anything because you’d rather a sinkhole open up in the middle of the road and swallow you up than tell Jamie that you liked him. But that didn’t stop your feelings for him from growing. He’d come back to AFC Richmond someone different—sweet and empathetic and the biggest supporter of his fellow Greyhounds—which made it that much harder to keep your crush under wraps.

Hell, Keeley had figured it out within weeks of his return and accidentally let it slip to Roy. He’d very gruffly assured you that he hadn’t told a soul, but you were sure that the whole team knew about it by now. Everyone except Jamie. You’d never been so glad for his thick head.

“Alright, I know y’all are excited about the win, I am too but listen up!” Coach Lasso’s voice cut through the commotion, hands waving over his head to get his players’ attention. At the drop of a hat, every single one of them fell quiet, eagerly awaiting what their beloved coach had to say.

You were looking forward to it too, not only because a Lasso signature speech was always a great opportunity to get raw, unfiltered photos of the team, but because he always had something positive to say, no matter what the outcome on the pitch had been. The amount of love and care Ted Lasso had for his players was his strong suit, and it showed in everyone’s respect for him.

“I’m real proud of what all y’all did out there on the pitch tonight. I know I say that after every match and I mean it every time, but this one is just a little bit sweeter. I appreciate every single one of you boys more than you could imagine,” He continued, looking to address each person. They looked like kids again, giddy with glee as they soaked in their coach’s praise.

You took shot after shot of everyone in the moment, so enveloped in your craft that you didn’t notice someone had come to stand beside you until you let your camera hang. That was when you noticed Jamie, inching closer with an innocent look on his face until he saw you looking down at him.

“Hiya,” He said, playfully nudging your leg with a cheeky smile. “Gettin’ a good view up there?”

“Shouldn’t you be listening to your coach?” You shot back, fighting the urge to pick your camera back up and take a shot of his lopsided grin and stupidly endearing twinkle in his eye as he looked up at you.

“Nothin’ I haven’t heard before.” Jamie shrugged, but he turned back around to look at Ted.

Even though he wasn’t paying attention to you, it was hard not to pay attention to him. That was a problem you’d increasingly been running into, not being able to focus when Jamie was around. You thought you’d had it under wraps, but it seemed like you’d developed a sixth sense for whenever he wandered into your vicinity. And lately, that sense had been pinging a lot more than usual.

Maybe you were reading too much into things, but it seemed like Jamie had been popping up everywhere you went in the facility. Granted, it was mainly the pitch and the locker room hallways, but it flustered you all the same. One brief conversation about even something mundane like weekend plans or the weather paired with a smile and a cheeky wink before he disappeared around a corner and you were left wondering what you’d been doing in the first place.

Ted was closing out his speech by the time you’d remembered you were actually supposed to be doing your job right now. You jerked out of your thoughts, snapping a few photos of the coaching staff before he finished up for the night. “Now go ahead and let loose, golden goose!”

“I’m pretty sure it is geese, Coach,” Sam chimed in, giving him a good natured smile.

“You know what I mean! Go have some fun, celebrate, all that jazz. But not too much fun because I expect to be seein’ y’all bright and early tomorrow morning for practice. Remember, the early bird gets the worm! See, I know I did that one right.” With that, Ted waved the team off, retreating back into the coaches’ office with Coach Beard on his heels and leaving them with all their pent up energy.

“Sam says we’re all going to Ola’s to celebrate!” Bumbercatch exclaimed, drawing a roar of approval from the rest of the team.

“You comin’ with us?” Jamie asked you hopefully, tilting his head to the side a bit. Warmth bloomed on your cheeks at the prospect of him wanting you to tag along. “Catch the festivities, give the people what they want?”

Oh. He was asking because you were their photographer. Not for the other foolishly hopeful reason you were thinking of. Of course.

“Yeah, I’ll tag along. Gotta catch you boys in your natural habitat, don’t I?”

Jamie’s mouth lifted into a cool smirk. “‘Course you do. You can catch a ride with me, if you want.”

“Oh! Um, only if it’s not too much trouble.” You could only hope you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt.

He nodded, extending a hand up towards you to help you down from your perch. You accepted it maybe a bit too eagerly, because your step down from the bench put you a little closer to Jamie than you’d planned, barely a few inches between the two of you. You swore you almost stopped breathing when his chest brushed against yours as he inhaled a sharp breath. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, and it almost looked like he was as stunned as you.

You both mumbled an apology, words tumbling over each other messily as you stepped apart. His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. Yours went straight for your camera, busying yourself with a few random buttons as if it were a defense mechanism. Neither of you could look at the other for a good while, not until you got into Jamie’s car and were on the way to Ola’s to meet the rest of the team.

“So. What’d you think of the game?”

“S’good! You did great, Jamie,” You exclaimed, excited now. It was true, Jamie had been on fire tonight with a goal and two assists. “All of you did great.”

“Should I pose for ya next time? Give ya a proper action shot?“ He sounded only half joking. “M’trusting you to make me look good, y’know!”

“Posing is overrated. I like the shots I get when you lot get out there on the pitch. They’re natural.”

“But what if I make a stupid face when I pass the ball? Those can’t be any good.”

“They’re called candids, and I happen to think they look better than your promotional shots.”

“Bullshit! I looked sexy in those shots and you know it.”

While he wasn’t wrong, you had a point to prove now. Taking a deep breath, you counted to three in your head before picking your camera back up, swiveling in your seat and snapping one, two, three pictures of him.

Jamie’s brow furrowed at the shutter clicks, giving you a confused glance over in your direction. “Oi! What’s that for?”

“That’s a candid.” You said simply, ignoring your heart pounding a million miles a minute against your ribcage. You flicked through the photos, pleased to see that they’d come out just as you suspected—perfect.

“Not even getting my good angle, some photographer you are,” He muttered, giving his head an overexaggerated shake.

“All your angles are good, Jamie,” You scoffed. “And you don’t need me to make you look good, ‘cause you’re doing it just fine on your own.” You didn’t realize what you’d said until a beat later when he looked extremely delighted, but every part of what you said was true.

Even caught off guard and driving, Jamie Tartt looked unfairly good. The lights off the dashboard washed over his handsome face in a warm light, making him look softer than the harsh lights of Nelson Road did.

On the football pitch, he was tough and cocky, mouthing off to opposing team with the sole purpose of getting under their skin, and the lighting reflected that. He was Jamie Tartt, a striker with a right foot kissed by God, one of the greatest footballers in Richmond history. In this car, here with just the two of you, he was at ease. His guard was down, his facade gone. He was just Jamie Tartt, a boy from Manchester. That was the Jamie you’d grown some not-so-small feelings for.

Ola’s was definitely quieter than any pub in Richmond would’ve been, though you suspected that the team rather enjoyed it this way. They loved and appreciated their fans, but it was nice to be surrounded by friends as opposed to being gawked at the whole night. Even so, someone had turned on music with a heavy beat that thumped through the restaurant and everyone was having a good time.

It was the perfect opportunity to grab a few more quick shots of the team and you took it gratefully, milling around the place for a bit snapping pictures here and there before coming back to your seat to flick through everything. You had to see what you could give the PR team to put on Richmond’s socials.

A pint of beer slid in front of you drew you away from your camera, but it was mostly the smiling Jamie who’d slid into the chair next to you. He leaned in a little closer to be heard over the chatter of the restaurant, bracing his arm on the back of your chair.

“D’you ever stop working?”

“Meaning?”

“Nothin’ bad! I just mean…every time I see ya you’re nose deep in that camera, barely get t’see your face.”

“The point of my job is to see your face, not mine,” You joked, growing more nervous at the way he was looking at you, like he meant he actually wanted to see your face more instead. Jamie’s expression softened into something fond, knee bumping against yours gently, fingers brushing against your shoulder. His touch sent a feeling not unlike static shock through you, racing through your veins and sending your heart thundering loudly in your ears.

You were suddenly aware of just how close he was to you and leaning closer still, so close you could see a smudge of dirt from the pitch on his neck that he’d missed, the flecks of gray in his blue eyes.

“S’shame. Got a face too pretty to be behind the lens all the time. Prettier than mine, even.”

“Stop it,” You mumbled, but there was no real force behind your words. Jamie thought you were pretty. It made you feel giddy inside.

“No, you stop it. You’re stunnin’.” He insisted, looking entirely sincere.

“You’re just saying that.”

“M’not. I mean it.” Jamie shook his head vehemently. You pressed your lips together, denying it still. “You don’t believe me. Here,” He was quick to grab your camera off the table carefully, leaning back a bit and hitting the shutter button determinedly. You’d barely managed to stretch an arm over your face before the flash went off. He squinted at the tiny screen, studying it for a few seconds before smiling proudly.

“Think I finally know what’s so good about those candids you keep talkin’ about. That one’s a keeper.” He was firm in his words, turning the camera around to show you the picture he’d taken. Part of your face was obscured by your outstretched hand, but you could see most of your smile and a gleam in your eyes that you didn’t know you had until this very moment. You liked it.

“D’you wanna go on a date with me sometime?” He asked hopefully, fiddling with the edges of his shirtsleeves. Warmth flooded your cheeks in an instant. “A proper one, where I can come by yours and ring your doorbell and give you flowers and all that shit.”

“Someone give Lust Conquers All a ring, ‘cause Jamie Tartt is a changed man!” You shouldn’t have been cracking jokes right now. It definitely wasn’t the time, but you couldn’t help yourself. It escaped before you could take it back.

But Jamie just rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, alright, have a laugh. You didn’t say yes.”

“I also didn’t say no.” You pointed out, scooting a few inches closer to him. He returned the gesture, sliding towards you until your knees pressed together. You were inches away from each other, again, but this time it was different. This time, you knew how he felt about you.

“That’s still not a yes.” He said softly, so quiet you wouldn’t have heard it had you not been as close to him as you were right now.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and his eyes fluttered shut. “How’s that for a yes?”

“S’good. Missed the mark though. Should be more like…” He trailed off, sneaking a quick peck to your lips before grinning sheepishly. “That.”

“Sneaky boy.” You rolled your eyes, but your tone was anything but annoyed. “Good thing you’re cute.”

He preened at your compliment, giving a little self satisfied smile. “And a good photographer?”

“Decent. If football doesn’t pan out, maybe I could make you my assistant.”

“That mean I get to spend all day with you?”

“If you can handle it.”

Jamie’s lips quirked up into a soft smile and he kissed you again, a little longer this time. His hand moved up your shoulder around the back of your neck tenderly, a blooming warmth against your skin. “I’ll manage.”

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phas3d · 4 months

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You Play Quidditch || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw:: none

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

summary :: you play quidditch either alongside them or against them, I automatically thought that you wouldn't be on the same team as them so uh,,, whoops

DRACO MALFOY

Loves the idea of it, the two best Quidditch players are dating

But once he finds out you're better than him, he hates it LMAO

Everyone starts to compare you two and he's so quick to defend himself and say he's better

Makes everything a competition now, he can't stand losing

Who's faster, who can dive better, better broom, cooler tricks, everything is a big competition to him

During his game days, if he's against you - he does not give a fuck

If anything, he's harsher against your team to make SURE he doesn't get embarrassed

If you end up winning against him, then he'll be upset the whole time during your celebration party

But if you lose, oh my god he's bragging and taking shot after shot

Takes so many photos of his win and rubs it in your face every time you make him mad

During your games he's not super loud

But oh my god, he is a KAREN

Always complaining to the ref about how what the other team was a foul or wasn't fair

He has genuinely held back a game by almost an hour just by arguing with the ref

Eventually you did get the point

One whole hour of his yapping,,, for 10 points...

If you ever get hurt from playing, he'll mock you but be worried of course

He'll stay in the hospital wing until you're all better

The nurses have to beg him to leave but all he does is pretend to leave but sneak in during night

He helps you heal and get better since he's been hurt a lot from quidditch

He's kinda like your own physical therapist

TOM RIDDLE

Never liked quidditch because of all of the assholes who play (like his brother)

Often gets teased by the team but it’s ironic

Because the coach has literally BEGGED Tom on their knees to play for the Slytherin house

He’s an amazing seeker, one of the best and way better than Draco

But he’d rather enjoy his own time and not have to deal with teammates, practices, award ceremony’s, etc

He did play in year 3, and he was INSANEE

Literally got the snitch within 4 minutes, the world record for Quidditch… done by some little 14 year old

But he quit after because he thought it was boring, plus Mattheo joined and he didn't want to be around his brother

But once he sees you playing, he sighs and realizes he's gonna have to turn into a soccer mom

Helps your prep for all of your games

Fills up your water bottle, packs your broom, brings deodorant and extra socks, and ofc a shit ton of snacks

He couldn't give less of a shit about coming to your games, but he decides to go to one and only one

But when he does, he gets so irritated with how everyone plays, especially you, so he decides to join the team again

The second he joins, he leaves everyone in the dust and instantly becomes captain as well as Seeker (Draco was pisssssseddddd)

Starts training everyone as if they're preparing for war

Pushes you way harder than all of the others

Although he's a player, he's basically the coach since even the coach isn't as good as him

Overtime, he sees improvement in you and he's proud but won't show it

He supports your sport but won't attend a majority of the games, only practices

Surprisingly, he's pretty nice to your teammates and ends up getting a small soft spot for them all

Brings your whole team water and snacks, but he says it's just cause it's cheaper to buy snacks in bulk

But regardless, if you win your match, he's happy for you and won't do anything special besides maybe give you a small kiss

But if you lose, he'll make sure that you learn from your mistakes and trains your team even harder

MATTHEO RIDDLE

Super conflicted between falling deeper in love or being protective and not allowing you to get hurt

He also plays and he’s a beater, he knows how harsh the players can get

Comes to all of your games and practices to make sure you never get hurt

Runs at full speed if he thinks you’re going to fall

But you always end up saving yourself

Whenever Slytherin goes against your house, he’s always a little bit more gentle on you

But he doesn’t hold back against your teammates

Everyone calls him a wimp for not wanting to hurt you, in retaliation he wacks the shit out of anyone who said that

Soooo embarrassing in the crowd for your games

“THAT’S MY GIRL!!!!”

Definitely goes crazy and buys air horns, party poppers, a megaphone, the whole soccer mom kit

He's one of the Weasleys' number one buyers, since he purchases all of their fireworks

100000000%% DEFINITELY AFFIRMATIVELY CONFIDENTLY, he yells at the ref whenever they fuck up anything

One time the speaker called a foul on you since you stole the opposing team beater's bat and started wacking the opposing team on the head with it

You were 1000% in the wrong. No point in defending yourself

But Mattheo slammed the speaker's head into their desk and removed the foul from your record

Even when a point is rightfully earned by the other team, Mattheo will start booing the ref and convince others to join him

When you win your match, he's super happy for you and gets you a nice filling dinner

But if you lose, he'll just say that the game was rigged and that he'll beat up anyone who mentions the loss

THEODORE NOTT

When you make the team, he’s super duper proud of you

But once he finally realizes that you’re going to be playing and getting hurt, he instantly takes it back

He asks if you’re sure you want to play 24/7

He also plays, he’s the Keeper for Slytherin and is pretty good

Whenever Slytherin goes against your house, he’s shitting bricks

Once the match starts, he avoids you at all cost to make sure he doesn’t hurt you

But when he sees Matt slam a ball into your broom, making you fall from the sky, he instantly rushes to you

He helps you get off your broom and put you on the floor and then continues the match

Everyoneeeeee was booing him but he didn’t give a shit

When he’s watching you play, he’s so annoying omg

Definitely a back-seater

“Why would you do that?!? No go left!!! Oh my god….”

It’s never towards you, but your teammates

After the game ends, he loudly shit talks your teammates even though they're right there

"Bruh number 10 was selling the whole match" while number 10 is already crying on a bench from feeling so guilty

If you win, it's endless praises and a small surprise for you in some shape or form

It might be a milkshake or boba after your game, a promise for a future date, or just a bunch of kissings

But if you lose, don't worry he won't ever blame you

Instead he bullies the shit out of your teammates until they almost cry or burst into tears

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

Is on the Quidditch team too but he's a benched player :( He's not super duper good

But he's a back up Keeper for when the main guy gets sick or beaten too badly

So when you make it and you have an important role, he's amazed at how good you are

He does his best to support you and go to all of your games

He realizes that he might never be put on the field for his games, so he decides to quit and instead become a water boy

This makes your team reallyyy like him, and he gets popular with the girls on your team

So much so that it ends up distracting them, making them fuck up practice

So he quits being a water boy and lets Neville do it

He supports you at all of your games and gives you any tips he can since Slytherin is one of the top quidditch teams

Whenever you win, he's so proud you you!!!!

He takes you out to eat and celebrate

Whenever you lose, he shrugs it off and says that it was rigged anyways

Will get you a small gift anyways as a congrats for even playing

Always tells people that you're on the quidditch team to flex that you're cool

One day you get hurt from playing and he's so worried for you

But he calms down and waits all day till you're better

Always proud of you and encourages whatever you choose to do

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nicoline1998enilocin · 10 months

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A relaxing night at home

PAIRING | Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.5K

SUMMARY | You've been going through a bit of a rough patch lately and Tony's caught on, so he wants to do everything in his power to make sure you have a nice, relaxing evening at home. This way you won't have to think about work or any other worries for even a second. He will of course join you, because he could use one of those nights himself, too.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Age gap (Tony is in his late 30's, reader is in her late 20's), reader is going through some tough times, low self-esteem and bad body image are mentioned, talk about the loss of intimacy, surprise marriage proposal, smut [ slow lovemaking, nipple play, oral (F receiving), cock grinding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), multiple orgasms, lots of praise/praise kink, implied aftercare ].

A/N | This is my first time writing for Tony, but I hope I will get to share many more thoughts about him in the future! If you have any ideas you'd want to request, please don't hesitate to share them with me 🖤

This turned out to be way longer than I had planned, but I just couldn't stop myself from writing more, so I hope you will enjoy what I wrote for all of you!

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist

Sure, your relationship might not be entirely ethical, but the heart wants what the heart wants right? And your heart wants Tony Stark, one of the founding members of the Avengers. The very same Avengers you are a part of as well, which means he is technically your boss. At the beginning of your relationship, you two kept it a secret for quite a while, but that was over when the two of you were spotted out for dinner one night, and the paparazzi shot some photos of the two of you in a loving embrace and kiss when he dropped you off at your house. Everyone found out not much longer and after some grumpy faces about the fact that you didn’t tell them, all of the Avengers were very happy that the two of you found love in one another.

That has been almost 3 years ago, and the two of you will be celebrating your 3,5 year anniversary together soon. That seems like ages away to you, because the last few missions have been kicking your ass harder than any other mission ever had before, and it's starting to get to you, both mentally and physically. Tony has noticed but he decided to leave you alone for a bit in the hope you would feel better eventually, but when it seemed to only get worse, he decided to lift your spirits tonight. The intimacy between the two of you - even though it never left entirely - has decreased, and that had him worried more than anything.

Usually, the two of you were always all over each other, barely able to keep your hands off of one another, but lately, you were holding yourself back more and more. You didn't feel good in your own body, and it reflected on the lack of intimacy too, you didn't want Tony to see you like that. Even though he always thinks you're the most gorgeous woman on earth and he tells you that every single day, it is getting increasingly rarer that you and Tony are having sex, which also definitely doesn't help to make you feel better. It's not that you don't want to be intimate with him, but you just can't get yourself past your insecurities.

Right now, you're sitting on the windowsill of your bedroom with your book, reading in the sun and taking in the warmth of the beautiful spring day. You came back from your mission late at night and decided to stay in your room this time because you needed to be alone for a little bit. You were glad you insisted on keeping your bedroom as well, so you could have your privacy when needed and right now that is exactly what you need. You had also taken Alpine from Bucky's room when he was sleeping because you needed some feline love, and it appears he finally caught on because you heard a knock of metal against your door.

''Doll, are you in there? It appears someone stole my girl and I'm very worried about her!'' he said with fake worry. ''No one's here! And not a certain white ball of fluff!'' you said as you laughed and he came in. Alpine immediately lifted her head when he came in and when she saw Bucky she curled up again to continue her nap. ''Well, we see who her loyalty lies with,'' you joke and he sits down on the window sill across from you, his back against the frame. ''Are you okay? You look like something is bothering you,'' he says and you sigh. ''I don't know, I don't think I am but I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong,'' you sigh.

''Anything you might want to share with the group?'' he gestures to Alpine and himself, and you laugh as you put your book to the side. ''I don't know if I should tell you, because it's kind of a personal subject between me and Tony. I'd love to get it off my chest, but I think it's better if I talk to him about it,'' you sigh, and he understands. ''That's okay, but if you ever need someone to talk to, you know I'm here for you, right? I don't like seeing you like this, I'd prefer you to be your happy-go-lucky self,'' he admits which makes you smile. ''I know, and I'm sorry. Just been through quite a rough patch lately is all,'' you tell him as you pet Alpine. Bucky reaches out to grab her and he puts his hand on yours. ''Just talk to him, and I'm sure you'll be okay, but I do need to take her now, I'm sorry, doll,'' he says and you just smile. He walks out with Alpine and closes the door behind him.

You sigh and lean with your head against the frame behind you, closing your eyes as you let your thoughts go their way, and they instantly go to Tony, so you're going to visit him. ''FRIDAY, can you tell me where Tony is?'' you ask, and the voice responds almost instantly. ''Mr. Stark is currently in his lab. Do you want me to let him know you're looking for him?'' the AI asks, but you say that it isn't necessary. You were just lounging around in a comfortable outfit so you're on the hunt for some shoes and when you found them, you're on your way to Tony's lab. You haven't seen him since the mission, and you're missing him now, within no time you're at his lab and looking around at what he's currently working on despite you having zero idea what it all means.

He's bent over a table and you check what he's doing before wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling him relax instantly as he feels your warm hands sliding under his shirt and over his stomach. ''Hi Honey Bee,'' he says as he stands up to lean into your touch, his back now flush to your chest and your face leaning against his shoulder. ''Hey Babe,'' you say as you inhale his scent, feeling right at home again. ''Are you going to let me turn around, or am I doomed to only get my stomach stroked from now on?'' he jokes and you laugh, letting him turn around. ''I can rub your back too,'' you tease and he gives you his beautiful smile as he finally sees you. He leans down to capture your lips with his and you scratch his back softly at the feel of his soft lips on yours.

His hands found their home on your waist and they were sliding down to your hips as he kissed his way down your jaw and to your neck to find your sweet spot, earning him a soft moan from you. ''Missed you so much last night,'' he said as he retreated and his forehead was against yours. ''Missed you too, but I needed some time for myself after that mission. I hope that's okay,'' you sigh as you look into his eyes. ''Of course, it is always okay if you need time for yourself and you shouldn't ever apologize for it,'' he says and you give him a small smile. ''I love you, Babe,'' you say as you wrap your arms around him again. ''Can we talk about what's going on with us tonight?'' Tony says and you nod, you were going to ask the same thing, but you're glad he brought it up first.

''Shall I make dinner for the two of us?'' you offer and he nods. ''That would be nice,'' he says and he captures your lips in one last sweet kiss before you let him do his work. ''Also, I love you more!'' he says by the time you're almost out of earshot, so you decide to have him let this win for now. It is already close to 4 PM at this point so you decide to just relax a little before having to start dinner, and you run into Bucky again, with Alpine in his hands. ''Are you busy, or can I have some more Alpine cuddles?'' you ask him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you can manage. ''Fine, you can have her for a few minutes!'' he laughs and you gladly take her from him as you settle on the couch, Bucky sitting down on your right.

''I just went to see Tony and we're going to talk about everything tonight, so I hope I will feel better after that,'' you tell him as you scratch Alpine behind her ears, earning a low purr from her as you do so. ''That's good, I'm glad you're talking to him about what's going on,'' he says with a reassuring smile. ''It's a good thing I'm running into you by the way, I was hoping you would maybe want to come to the gym and have a sparring session. Unless you're busy then it's okay if you don't,'' he says but you agree. ''Alright, but I can't make it too long, since I'm cooking dinner for myself and Tony later,'' you say before handing Alpine back. ''Sorry girl, but your dad needs to bring you to his room again,'' you say and Bucky happily takes her.

When you're in your room you quickly change into your sports outfit consisting of sports leggings, a matching sports bra, and a pair of Converse. You're not going to do too much intense training so this will be perfect. You look in the mirror and intrusive thoughts are taking over again, so you grab a wide t-shirt which you throw over your outfit even though it's going to be way too hot. ''Hey doll,'' Bucky says as you walk into the gym, and you're already on the verge of tears right now due to your intrusive thoughts earlier. ''C-can we talk for a-a minute?'' you stutter as you feel your composure crumble right then and there. ''Yeah, of course, anything you need,'' he says as he rushes over and pulls you into a hug.

''I-I'm so s-sorry,'' you hiccup through your tears and soft sobs. ''Hey, there's nothing to be sorry for. Everyone has a bad day sometimes,'' he says as he rubs your hair slowly, and just then Tony happened to walk by. ''Doll, do you want to talk to me, or are you willing to talk to Tony instead? He's here too,'' he says and you just hug Bucky a little tighter. ''You...'' he says and Tony heard it too. ''It's okay, we all need our best friend more than our partner sometimes,'' he smiles but he still places a kiss on your shoulder from behind. ''I love you, Honey Bee. We can just order something in for dinner tonight,'' he says and you just nod while Tony walks to his bedroom, a little heartbroken that you don't want to talk to him.

''C'mon, let's go somewhere more private. You never know who will hear what you have to say when we're out here,'' Bucky offers and the two of you walk to your shared bedroom with Tony since it's closest. You knock on the door to make sure Tony isn't there and to your surprise, he isn't, so you just open the door and quickly close it before telling FRIDAY not to let anyone in without permission from you. You drop on your stomach on the bed, burying your face into the comforter and you feel the bed dip beside you. ''C'mere doll, let's get you sitting up before you suffocate,'' he says and you do, sitting with your back against the headboard of your bed and that's when all your troubles come out in one steady stream.

''I haven't been feeling like myself lately, and it is starting to show in my missions and my day-to-day life. I feel horrible about my body, I have constant intrusive thoughts and to make things worse Tony is picking up on it too and it's starting to take a toll on our relationship I think. Like, we haven't had sex in almost a month, because I just don't feel like I can let him see me when I feel like this. I miss him so much and even though he's extremely understanding it bothers me so much. I don't feel like I deserve all his patience with me and after yesterday's mission I didn't even go see him even though he's all I want, but my mind won't shut up and it's making my anxiety even worse...'' you say without catching so much as a breath, but it feels so good to have it off your chest.

''A month, huh? That explains why Tony is a bit more grumpy lately,'' he says like that's the only thing he heard. ''What are you talking about?'' you say raising an eyebrow at him. ''Well, usually he's pretty okay apart from the occasional sarcastic comment but lately, whenever you're not around he turns into a monster, commanding everyone and getting angry over the smallest things,'' he said and he shrugs. ''I-I didn't know... I'm so sorry. I should've just pushed my thoughts aside and just do it to not bother you guys-'' he says and Bucky is quick to interrupt that thought process.

''Doll, no. Please don't ever do that. You shouldn't have to have sex with your boyfriend just so he won't be a grump to everyone else. You should do it because you want to because you love each other and you want to be intimate with him. Not because that way he will be nice,'' he says as he grabs your hands in his. ''But I honestly think this is something you and Tony should discuss. Also, you're gorgeous so those thoughts inside your head, you know they're not true right? Those voices aren't telling you the truth, instead, they're trying to bring you down and now that they're succeeding, it breaks my heart. Please don't give into what they're saying dollface,'' he pleads and you shake your head. ''I won't.''

Before meeting Tony for dinner you decided to take a shower in the hope to calm yourself a little bit, which did work surprisingly well. Now that you're standing in front of your closet you're opting for a simple black lingerie set that you know Tony goes crazy for. You're kind of hoping that after the talk you will be having, you will be a little less talking and a lot more moaning, so you're dressing accordingly. You put on a dark red sundress and when you're ready you go to the floor where Tony practically lives. Since you also have your apartment you don't stay there too often, but you like to stay over every once in a while.

You take the elevator that stops right in the hallway and when you step out, you can hear Tony preparing dinner for the two of you. He is still wearing the same clothes as earlier, but you can see he did clean himself up a little which makes him look especially handsome. ''Hi, Babe,'' you say as you approach him, and his face immediately brightens when he sees you. ''Hi Gorgeous,'' he says as he takes in your form from head to toe, and you twirl to show him every bit of the outfit you're wearing. You walk over to him and just when you're about to give him a kiss he lifts you and sits you on the counter, where he finally captures your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

''Did you dress up for me? You didn't have to-'' he says, but you stop him right there. ''I wanted to, because I was hoping tonight after our talk you could unwrap me like a reward for all your patience with me lately,'' you say in a sultry voice, and Tony immediately feels himself getting hard and starting to strain against the tightness of his pants. ''Is that so? And what if I want to unwrap my present before dinner?'' he teases as his hands slowly rub your thighs to relax you a little because you immediately tensed as soon as he touched them. He knows it's not because of him, and if you were bothered by him you would just take his hands off of you.

''Tony, please. We should eat dinner first, I have to get something off my chest before I let you touch mine,'' you say and he stops his antics, instead putting his hands on your cheeks as pulls you in for a soft, passionate kiss. He suddenly remembers the dinner he was preparing and quickly pulls away, always dropping you forward on accident. ''Woah, steady there!'' he says as he's turning down the stove and holding you at the same time. ''Can't have you bursting open your head now, can we?'' he says and you laugh, because he's right. You'd rather not end up with a huge wound on your forehead.

Tony finishes dinner and leads you to the dining room, which was dimly lit as a few candles were burning on the tables, giving the room a very romantic atmosphere. ''Oh my god, Tony! It looks amazing,'' you gasp as you hold onto his arm. Tears start to well up in your eyes at the sight in front of you, and when a small sniffle escapes Tony immediately turns to you. ''What's wrong? Is it me, did I do something? We can just eat on the couch if you want! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overwhelm you,'' he says with a worried look in your eyes. ''Take me to the bedroom, Tony. Please,'' you whisper and he complies immediately, bending down to grab the backs of your thighs and lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

When you reach the bedroom he slowly puts you down on the bed as he leans over you, your legs still wrapped around him and pulling him in for a sensual kiss. All your worries are immediately forgotten, and replaced by nothing but absolute need and lust for the man on top of you. His hips slowly grind against you, as his thickness starts to strain against his zipper once more, becoming increasingly hard and painfully so with every grind. He just can't seem to stop himself from doing it, and you don't want him to. Your dress starts to ride up with his movements and when he finally rubs over your core, you let out a breathy moan at the friction.

''Let's get you out of this dress, okay?'' he says and you nod, already being turned into a puddle underneath him as you uncross your legs from his back and hips. he lifts it up and over your head, revealing the black lingerie you put on for him and he hums appreciatively. ''God, you look delicious now, baby,'' he says as he throws your dress on the floor, quickly followed by his shirt and pants. When he's undressed too, he crawls back to the position he was just in and you instantly hook your legs around him to pull him on top of you, needing to feel him on every single inch of skin possible. ''I need you to make love to me, Tony, please. I need you to show me how much you love me,'' you tell him, and he doesn't say anything, instead showing you with his actions.

He starts by kissing you slowly as one of his hands runs over your arm, up your neck, and onto your cheek, rubbing the apple of your cheek with smooth motions of his thumb. The two of you lay like that for a while as he slowly keeps thrusting up at you, giving both of you just enough friction to stay sane and not jump each other's bones. Right now, you need him to be gentle with you and show you exactly how much he loves you by being the most selfless lover imaginable. He gladly does, and his hand now makes its way down your neck again, followed by a trail of kisses down your neck, and into the valley of your breasts.

''Lift your back a little for me, baby. That way I can free these beautiful nipples and give them the love they deserve,'' he says and you whine lightly as you what he says. He sits up on his knees as he unhooks it and releases your breasts from their confines. ''You're doing so good for me baby, you're perfect like this,'' you let out another soft moan of his name at the praise as you're getting increasingly wetter, but Tony keeps on giving you just enough friction to keep you sane as his mouth closes around one of your pebbled nipples, his hand finding the other. He rolls it between his fingers, tugs on it sometimes, and all around just give it some love, while the one in his mouth gets sucked, licked and slightly bitten which makes your hips buck up at the feeling. After a short while he switches nipples and does the same on the opposite one from what he just did.

''Feels good, Tony. Love you so much,'' you tell him as he comes back up for another kiss, which you slowly deepen, your hands finding their place on the nape of his neck and in his hair, softly scratching with your long nails which earns you a little moan from him. ''Love you too, Baby, more than you'll ever know,'' he says and it makes you smile. You're already so blissed out that you almost let the words 'marry me' slip off your tongue, but get cut off by the feeling of Tony's hand finding its way down your hip and onto your still-clothed cunt, earning himself a bit of a louder moan this time. ''That's it, keep making those beautiful noises for me,'' he praises you as he palms you over your panties and feels that you're practically dripping at this point.

He slides down the bed and hooks his fingers behind the band of your underwear and you lift your ass slightly, making sure he can take it off in one smooth motion. When he comes back up he settles himself in between your thighs, his broad shoulders automatically opening you up further for him. ''Hm, you're already dripping wet for me, Baby. I can't wait to taste all your sweet juices on my tongue,'' is the last thing he says before you audibly gasp, his mouth connecting onto your clit and sucking softly. One of your hands finds its home in the sheets, the other into his hair where you can't help but accidentally scratch his scalp, earning you a groan from deep in his chest.

''T-Tony, it feels so good,'' you moan as he starts licking broad stripes through your folds, sometimes giving kitten licks on your clit, and finally bringing his tongue into your entrance as he nuzzles your clit with his nose. He keeps doing this for a little while and you slowly feel your orgasm approaching, and because Tony is taking its time, the build-up makes the orgasm only more intense. When you're close your moans get more erratic and you start grinding your hips against his face, eventually soft whines leave your lips as the coil is starting to tighten. When he sucks on your clit one last time you fall apart under him, and he keeps lapping up every last drop you spill, working you through your orgasm like he will never have enough of you - which in all honesty, is the truth if you ask him.

Instead of him crawling up to you, he pulls you down to where he's laying until your faces are lined up again, and he captures your lips between his own, and you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. The two of you keep laying like this for a while, hands roaming over each other's bodies as Tony keeps whispering sweet nothings to you about how much he loves you, how grateful he is for you, and how beautiful you are. Eventually, your hands roam down his back and to his underwear, hooking your thumbs underneath the elastic and letting it snap back to let him know you want it gone too, and he gets the hint, getting up and pulling them down to free is achingly hard cock, which slaps with a wet splat against his stomach from the precum that has been dripping this whole time.

''I'm going to make the sweetest love to you, Baby, but I want you on top when I do just that,'' he whispers in your ear, and with a squeal you're flipped over and sitting on top of him, your cunt resting on his cock that is pressed against his stomach. You slowly move forward to capture his bottom lip between your teeth and when you do that you shift a little, making Tony moan as he feels you glide over his cock, giving it the friction he needs. You moan too as you feel the texture of the veins rubbing against your clit, shooting electricity up your spine and you continue these same motions.

His hands find their places on your hips where he rubs small circles while softly guiding you back and forth, but letting you decide the pace. You sit back up and increase the pace a little, even grinding far enough to give his tip some love as it nudges against your clit. Your breathing gets heavier again and you pick up the pace until you shatter again, this time your limbs are starting to feel like cooked noodles and you fall forward while Tony keeps moving you through your orgasm. ''F-fucking god, that feels amazing,'' you whisper in his ear and you nuzzle into his neck. His hands moved from your hips down to your butt and he squeezes affectionately.

''I will never get enough of you, and I can't wait to marry you one day. You're the one I want to grow old with, and who I want to have as many children with as possible. You have my entire heart, Tony, and I know I have yours too,'' you tell him, a few small tears escaping as the love you feel for him is practically flowing over. There is nothing you wouldn't do for this man beneath you, and you want him to know that. ''I love you more times than there are stars in the sky, I love you more than the sun loves the moon, and I love you more than anyone I have ever loved before. Tony, please marry me,'' you say and his eyes get wide as saucers. ''Are you- Did you just propose to me?'' he asks and you nod.

''Yes Tony, I just proposed to you. I never wanted a fancy or over-the-top proposal, and the time doesn't feel any more right than it does now. I love you so much, and I want to prove just how much by becoming your wife, Tony,'' you say, and this time it is Tony's turn to get a little emotional. He scoots back with you still on top of him and he sits up against the headboard, so he can look at you properly. ''Yes, I'll marry you, Baby. But only if you let me get you the engagement ring you deserve,'' he says and you laugh. Of course, that's what he thinks about. ''Okay, that sounds like a fair deal. Now, please make love to me, I need to feel my husband-to-be inside me,'' you say and Tony pulls you towards him for a passionate kiss.

Tony doesn't hesitate any longer and he lifts you while positioning himself at your entrance, and you slowly sink, taking every last inch of him while you turn into a moaning mess on top of him. He leans forward and positions himself on his knees, your back laying on the bed again so he can make the slow, passionate love you so badly desire right now, and with deep and slow thrusts he makes you walk around the edge of an orgasm, without pushing you over just yet. He hits your sweet spot every single time and you keep making the noises he so badly desires, letting out soft whines and whimpers, while moaning his name too. The two of you stay like that for what feels like hours and hours, until he finally picks up speed.

''I'm getting close, Baby, I'm almost there,'' he says and his hands reach between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit as he starts rubbing steady circles while giving the right amount of pressure, and your back arches of the bed and into his chest, so he can leave kisses and nibbles on your neck to work you through your earth-shattering orgasm. You don't know left from right and up from down anymore, all you know right now is Tony, and the immense pleasure he's giving you right now. You can't bring out a single word, instead just moaning and whining as he keeps rutting into you chasing his high.

Just when you think you're back on earth he repeats the same motions, and this time it doesn't take long for you to become even more of a mess underneath his skilled fingers. ''Y/N, keep gripping me like that, gripping me like you're milking every last drop and I'll cum for you,'' he says and you do. Not long after he reaches his peak, and he chants your name as he shoots his cum deep inside you, not wanting to leave the warmth of your body ever again. ''Love you so much, Baby. Can't wait to marry you,'' he says and all you do is give a soft smile as you're completely fucked out underneath him. The rest of the night feels like you're floating on cloud nine, and the aftercare barely goes noticed, but you're quickly falling asleep once the two of you are in bed, ready for sleep.

You're still not quite believing the fact that you proposed to Tony, but he assured you this morning it's real and it wasn't a dream. You're marrying him soon, and you have to tell the one person you trust almost as much as your fiancé. ''Bucky, Bucky!'' you yell as you run into the gym where he's working out. Tony just officially went down on one knee with the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen, and obviously, you said yes too, and you couldn't wait to tell Bucky. ''Doll, what's wrong?'' he said as he quickly turned around after hearing you call out for him. ''Nothing's wrong, I have amazing news!'' you tell him as you hold up your hand to show him the ring.

''He proposed? Congratulations. You deserve it!'' he says and he pulls you in for a big hug. You don't care if he's all sweaty, you just need to share your enthusiasm with him. ''Well, it's a bit of a funny story. Yesterday Tony and I were supposed to have our talk, but he prepared dinner and it was the most romantic thing ever, so one thing led to another. And after he just gave me my second orgasm I couldn't hold it back anymore and I asked him to marry me,'' you said as a flush traveled quickly over your cheeks and down to your chest. Bucky laughed loudly and just shook his head. ''I can not even begin to tell you how much that sounds like something you'd do,'' he says and you agree. ''But he proposed to me with an actual ring before I came here, so now I'm officially going to be Mrs. Stark in a few months,'' you say, the biggest smile on your face.

''What is that I hear? Did he finally pop the big question?'' Sam asks as he and Steve walk over to where you and Bucky are talking. ''I did it first, but yeah! We're engaged now!'' you say and you show both of them your ring, earning you some compliments as well as some more congratulations from the two men. ''Oh, I got to tell Nat and Wanda. See you later, guys!'' you say as you sprint away, leaving the guys behind. ''I can't believe he did it. He found the perfect girl for him and he hasn't chased her away yet,'' Sam jokes, and Steve and Bucky laugh. ''She deserves it though, especially after everything she's been through. She deserves all the happiness in the world,'' Bucky says, and the other guys couldn't agree more. ''He'll make her happier than anyone would ever be able to,'' Steve said and with that, they were getting used to the idea that you would be plastered to Tony's side even more than you already were, but they didn't mind as long as you're happy.

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Hazbin Hotel thoughts : Foils 3

(Foils 1 here)

(Foils 2 here)

(Foils 4 here)

Masterpost here.

Might as well crank out that one while I'm at it. Two words (and a half) : Alastor VS Vox.

(...Alright, not everybody at once, someone might get caught in the stampede.)

Yep, let's talk about two of the statistically main favorites (well, they're mine too in a way. In a "would like to see them trip up and crumble" way), who have a lot in common despite how much they despise each other. First of all, let's round up what we know : they have a Radio VS Video shtick that everyone and their dog knows about, inside and outside the show, are both Overlords, might have been closer in the past whatever that relationship was based on the torn photo of Alastor in Vox' possession (seen in Ep 8), Alastor died in the 1930s while Vox died in the 1950s, so the former has been around 20 years in Hell when the latter popped up there and highly probably met him there, Vox wanted him on his team at one point but Alastor turned him down as flat as his face, Vox infamously got butthurt (and it's implied he had/still has a crush on Alastor - at the very least a very strong interest to be noticed by him - if going by the Hazbin Wiki's cited sources, the archived "Hazbin Hotel Fashion Stream for the Comics") and metaphorically speaking declared war on him, while Alastor very much doesn't have the same obsession and outside of feeling aggravated by Vox' presence when Vox decides to crave attention, can't care less about him.

Hilariously enough, though, they have quite the lot of parallels, even hitting idependently the same idea - religious outfit, multi-shot of themselves around a target to get a point across, mocking doodles for a broadcast, ominous about-to-lose-it "What did you say" in a heavily filtered voice, clawing up a surface under out-of-control emotions, hundred-watts smile to keep up appearances (and as a tool like Alastor himself points out), the clothing style (though Vivienne liking bowties and suits does have a hand in it), the go-to guy where problems arise (Alastor being the powerful one dealing with physical threats the Hotel faces, Vox being the local babysitter to make things fall in line), the showmanship, the pride, the issues with control, the attention-craving tendencies and hatred of being ignored... you certainly saw the posts on Tumblr, I'm not the first one pointing this out, by far (deuxaeonn has a very good one here). But looking closely, it looks like either they have naturally a lot in common, or that someone (not naming names but giving you a hard sideglance, Vox) has caught habits or is emulating the other sub/consciously. Given that one had a 20 years heads-up in Hell on the other, well, can't be that far-fetched (even if nothing is confirmed at this point by now, at the time of writing).

The main difference is how they go at it : Alastor is steadier and truer to himself than Vox, who privileges quantity over quality. While both have issues with control and presenting an unflappable front (which they are very much not), Alastor manages to keep it better together, whereas Vox dissolves into what can be only called a tantrum when things don't go his way ("FffuhuHuck !") and his ego takes a blow. Vox also has to try harder or more actively to get attention to him (Stayed Gone's beginning, where he We Don't Talk About Bruno-ed himself by speaking about Alastor to say that it's useless to speak about Alastor. "Stop giving him the time of day !" - great job, buddy) while Alastor just has to pop up and in three quick sentences dresses him down in front of everyone. While Vox floods people with too much and meaningless information - be it visual or audible, hopping from scene to scene, Alastor plays with mystery and withholding information so that everyone goes crazy guessing ("I'm sure you've all been wondering") - which works well on the fans outside the show, but inside ? Not so much : Carmilla just shrugs him off, Zestial is mildly curious at best, the other Overlord don't even ask, Lucifer doesn't even know who he is, which drives him up the wall. The only one actually caring (despite insisting on the contrary) about what he does and why he's back ? Ironically, that's the one Alastor doesn't want to acknowledge !

(Oh, Vox, you wish Alastor would look at you the same way he looks at Lucifer... boy this is peak comedy gold.)

Alastor only needs his voice and aura of enigma wrapped into a mystery, while Vox has his face everywhere. Alastor chooses each moment to make them more impactful and plays his cards close to his chest, while Vox wants to be on all fronts and keep the cards coming to drown the opponent with them. Alastor only has to speak to intimidate, Vox relies on his bullshit-talking skills and hypnosis, though they both have confidence and charisma : Alastor's is more about danger and unpredictability, someone to be wary of, Vox' is about false friendliness and advertising, someone to trust. Alastor joins the Hotel for his own personal amusement and is very upfront about his sadistic motives, Vox plays friendly and hides his own behind false niceness and pretend service. With both of them, you need to read the fine print : literally with Vox ("Trust us ! With what ? None of your business" - seen on one of his posters in Ep 2 if you're looking for it) and metaphorically with Alastor - he'll honor his word, and his word alone.

Both also don't drop the façade when in private, though it doesn't take much for Vox to be pushed over the edge (a certain name will do it just fine), while Alastor keeps on the smile even in the middle of a breakdown (though if it's out of habit, or because he maybe literally can't is up in the air for now). They both want control and to be in control, and fancy themselves to be quite powerful. Their arrogance also doesn't help : Alastor goes against Adam without any angelic weaponry, and guess who loses the fight ? For Vox, Stayed Gone is basically him wanting to throw a stone and realizing too late it was in fact a boomerang. That he caught with his face. This guy should write a book : How To Shoot Yourself In The Foot 101. Funnily enough, they also seem to have issues with boredom and frustration : Alastor needs to be entertained, and Vox' life isn't sometimes as glamourous as he paints it out to be - that with having to deal with coworkers that put the "dick" in predictable and the "ass" in pass.

Alastor however is much more competent (if equally petty) at keeping it together than Vox, never losing that gentlemanly attitude (or almost). He rebounds more easily, and while both are manipulative, Alastor pushes the right buttons (not unlike Velvette, even if she's doing it very agressively) he knows will give him the best response, playing into insecurities and weaknesses (Cheap Booze (TM) for Husk, catering to Charlie's need of approval by playing the 'dad figure'), while Vox guides people to the conclusion he wants them to make by letting them think they did the process on their own (seen with Valentino) and prodding for the right answers. It's also interesting to see that, while he responds if provoked, up to know Alastor never really starts a song on his own : even Inside Of Every Demon Is A Lost Cause is a reprise riding on Charlie's Inside Of Every Demon Is A Rainbow that he composes on the fly. Stayed Gone has him responding to Vox, Hell's Greatest Dad is him hijacking Lucifer's show to steal his thunder, Ready For This has him as a part of the group, and only the Finale verse has him alone and clashing with the rest of the song, only popping back up from "And we'll do it with a smile !" line onwards.

It underscores nicely Alastor's ability to insert himself in the life of others and riding the coattails of what's currently going on to his needs, going along with the flow until his goals are met, from the shadows that make up his powers. Vox on the other side presents himself as a necessity taking over everyone's lives, in center-stage and spotlight, dominating all fields from TV shows to cereals and ice cream, for crying out loud, just like he did technology. His powers are lightning-based (outside of technology-themed), which makes a funny contrast with Alastor's shadows. Also, just to nail it home, one has an almost-complete red palette (with black accents) while the other's is blue (with bits of red). And of course, they're both the Old (Alastor, who dislikes anything made after his death in the 1930s) and the New (Vox, who keeps up with technology's evolution, always chases after new trends and replaced body parts like his head to fit better) - hence Vox also appearing more shallow but also more adaptative than Alastor, who's more upfront about his intentions but also a bit behind the times and could be left in the dust if he weren't so powerful, but in a way, like radio, is less regarded but still useful and relevant. As many people pointed out, radio waves are the basis for TV, after all.

Their ascentions to power are also different despite similarities : they both became each one of the well-known hot acts in Hell, though with Alastor it came completely out of left field to the shock of everyone, as he's rumored to be one of the most powerful Sinner souls in Hell on his own (presumably) and nobody knows how, while Vox is the powerful CEO of a domain that has monopoly on entertainment in the Pride Ring, and most-likely climbed the ladder in relatively "normal" ways compared to the sheer mystery surrounding Alastor : Vox made the right connections, used his knowledge, forged the right contracts and alliances at the right times and like other companies associated himself with the right people for it to work (the Vees). Vox managed to fight Alastor and live to tell the tale (getting "almost beaten"), and while Alastor can easily upstage him, this means that he's still worthy of the title of Overlord and probably no slouch in an actual fight. Probably. Or at least has a style of fighting that makes him annoying and/or dangerous to face. However, what Alastor can face on his own and mainly alone, Vox has to do while relying on others.

But seriously, if these two are revealed to have been sort-of buddies in the past, I wouldn't be surprised.

(Also, just adding : the idea of Vox getting dissed romantically by someone who thought they just dissed him in a business-way, because they're completely blind to the potential romantic implications, and Vox thinking this was on purpose, is just gut-busting hilarious. I don't know which way it'll go in the show, but if it happens that way, I WILL crack my whole ribcage in hysterics.)

Welp, see ya next time by brain goes "ding !" again.

Again, Masterpost here.

PS : Thank you deuxaeonn for allowing the link to your post !

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel thoughts

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mermaidsirennikita · 3 months

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What's your theory on what's going on with Kate or do you not care enough to have one?

I mean, I've had a pretty solid theory since the day they announced she had abdominal surgery and she wouldn't be back until after Easter.

(I notice that a lot of people who are new to this versus true to this think the Royals have said this and meant "she'll be back on Easter". OH NO MON AMI. If they had her LOCKED DOWN for Easter, we'd know at this point. They would've announced it.)

Is it possible that this is all a part of a divorce play by her (and William is trying to get her to stay) or William (and Kate is doing a Gone Girl type move where she's basically refusing to cooperate)? Yes. I am more open to that than I once was.

However, I say:

--This family is not as divorce-averse as people think, lmao. I see people go "but the Church of England" okay but like... the King.... is divorced... He divorced the most famous woman... maybe ever. And shit got better for him after they stopped twiddling their thumbs and did it. The royal family knows that it is ultimately better to just call it than to try and make someone stay. Anne is divorced, Creepy Uncle is divorced. It's not as taboo as I think some people feel, so if she's leaving... why concoct this story to keep her in the game?

And like, I do think William has SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIM... because no sane individual would attempt to handle this as he has been, and it is HIM, Kensington Palace is HIM, and Charles's office seems to be very hands-off about all this. But idk, being like "my wife had abdominal surgery" to hide her leaving you is a bit... much.

--Then we go to "he's divorcing her"/"has cheated one too many times" and she's in hiding. First off, adorable if people think Rose is the only one he's fucked with in this 20+ year relationship. I think there are probably MANY issues with that marriage aside from cheating, but Kate is not Diana. Kate was with William for a long time, during which I'm sure he cheated, before they married. She knew what she was signing up for. Is it harder than she thought? Probably. But I don't think she'd pull something like this over cheating, because the man ain't gonna stop so it's like... leave him or not.

But then on William's side... I don't know, dude. Yes, Charles really wanted to be with Camilla. I don't think it's as romantic a story as people think, but there got to be a point where if Charles was going to be with Camilla, he needed to marry her, and Diana didn't want to be queen anymore, so they just... divorced. I don't buy that William is attempting to force an unwilling Kate out of the picture to marry Rose. I think that if William wanted to be with Rose and Kate didn't want to leave, he'd simply have Rose as a mistress, as many royals before him have. And then, where's the logic of this man replacing Kate with Rose, but also trying to make everyone believe he's a good father and husband with this "William took the photo of Kate and the kids" bullshit?

So while I know some viewed the random article(s) about Rose as "soft-launching the mistress"... I did not. I saw it as warning shots from the media. They're not very happy with Wills; they know shit; here's a random article about a totally random lady they know nothing about besides her being a random marchioness who looks like Kate, who lives near William and Kate, who used to be friends with Kate but isn't anymore...........

--I also just think the idea of her being perfectly well in hiding is kind of ridiculous. Because I just feel like... unless she's in a basement somewhere, someone has to have seen her in all this time. If she's well??? And can walk about???? You're telling me she's either never left some house or has and someone hasn't seen her? Even Princess Charlene had to make up some bullshit about why she was in South Africa for weeks when she tried to escape that one time. (I wish more KateGate people would read about THAT story.)

If they're not divorcing, what is it?

If that woman could appear in a short little outing, not even speaking, maybe in a wheelchair, and look well enough... They would have her out there. It is INSANE TO ME that people think a family that regularly shopped Diana around at events, knowing she was self harming and binging and purging and throwing herself down the stairs while pregnant, that ignored how increasingly upset and mentally unwell Meghan was (while pregnant)... would just let Kate sit back when the world thinks William has like, chopped her up into little pieces and put her in a fridge.

I'm not even saying an engagement! I'm saying a quick "here's William pushing Kate around the garden", "here's Kate sitting and watching her kids play in the yard, VERY clear VIDEO FOOTAGE (because they've fucked it all up, nobody believes still images of her anymore, I don't buy that the woman in the pic in her mom's car was her 100%, and I think the most recent pic without her face in it is probably an old one being shopped as new) is needed. And they're not making it happen.

And I don't think it's because they won't. I think it's because they CANNOT. Like, if she was okay, I do tend to feel like Charles might actually make her show the fuck up, but I don't think she is and it's on William to handle it. (And William fucking up kind of benefits Charles, because they are always in competition. "Charles has cancer that's why he's not doing it" Charles is not only... Charles. He is Camilla and their entire office.)

So. I think she is either incredibly unwell mentally, or incredibly unwell physically--beyond what they've implied. I think there's probably some truth to what the Spanish press has reported about her health. I feel like something probably happened around December 28, and she is having a hard time.

And why not just SAY THAT?

Because a) this is a very old-fashioned ableist family that treats issues that have to do with mental and physical health with shame, and I mean, they have literally locked members of the family they find unwell away before, and if you look at what they did to Diana beyond what The Crown even showed... this is not very off b) William is a disaster who thinks he knows everything and both uses the press and truly hates it, OR SO I GUESS NOT KNOWING HIM AT ALL and his PR strategy has never been good so once confronted with a genuine crisis he's flailing c) of WHAT CAUSED this incident.

Did increasingly horrible conditions in that family and in her marriage cause Kate to do something? (I don't know why people would think this is crazy when her mother-in-law literally discussed passive suicide attempts and constant suicidal thinking, though I suppose the Windsors have recently made a lot of headway with their "Diana did it all because she was crazy" versus "Diana did it because we drove her crazy" press tour.) Did someone hurt her? Did she have unhealthy habits exacerbated by the royal life that led to medical complications? I don't know.

And I also think it's possible that they're hoping they can get her back to "peak condition" if they have enough time, and it's possible that simply won't happen. No matter what does happen, though, I can tell you that there is no way they can get their way out of this looking the way they did before.

Anyway, I've been on this train since literally day 1 and everything they're doing just makes me feel increasingly correct, so. The press is starting to turn. The New York Post (a Murdoch rag, which therefore SHOULD support them) started doing write ups about how her health may be much worse than they've let on. It's not good.

Disclaimer: theories theories theories speculation speculation alleged alleged

#like again i dislike kate but her kids didn't do anything to deserve the trauma of their mom being seriously unwell #so genuinely HOPE this is just a divorce thing #that is like... the best case scenario it's beginning to feel like #but idk those ghouls always have me thinking the worst

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fandomfuntimem · 6 months

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Second chances: a fnaf au

Part 2

CHAPTER 1: Wake Up

Fire. Blazing fire.

Despite the dire circumstances Michael actually felt quite calm. It was over, he and Henry had succeeded. They rounded up all the animatronics, and burned it all down. Now it is time to rest, and he was all too happy to do so...

EEEEH EEEEEH EEEEEEEEH

Michael shot up. Fire. There was no fire. Where was the fire? He wasn't in his office anymore. He was in a bedroom. His bedroom. Not his adult bedroom, his childhood bedroom. Before he could fully process anything he heard knocking on the door, "MIIIIKEEEEY!!!! TURN THAT ALARM OFF! IT'S ANNOYING!" Elizabeth? No that can't be. Michael swung his legs off the side his bed and slammed him hand down on the clock. Was it all just a dream? He wondered, no. This is a second chance.

***

Michael jogged down the stairs. If this really is a second chance he won't waste it. No more fox mask, no more scaring Evan, no more pranks. Besides, William was barely around anyways, his siblings need someone to step up and be the parent.

The house was just as he remembered it. Neet with only a few toys here and there. Family photos decorated the walls, not a single smile found in any one of them. If you're visiting for the first time you would think its a cozy average home, but it really wasn't. Michael will never forget just how cold it felt, with each life lost the house only got colder. Well that's just going to have to change, Michael thought.

Walking into the kitchen Michael saw Elizabeth trying to reach for a box of cereal. She was right there, alive, not some phsycho clown animatronic. She's alive, He's alive, Evan's alive. Everyone is back, and he could save them all. For now though, he had to act natural. So he did. He totally did. "Haaaay Lizzie. What uh... what are you trying to do?" He said, god, this was harder than he thought. It's not every day you burn in a fire and wake up in your childhood home.

Elizabeth turned and gave him an odd look, "whats up with you? Got a stick up your butt?" She proceeded to give him a snarky grin.

"Haha very funny. What are you doing?"

"Trying to get to the cereal," she pointed up at the cereal box. Cinnimon charm puffs? Michael thought, didn't those get banned in the 90s?

Michael glared up at them, they deffinately did. "Why those? Don't we have something better," he muttered walking to the fridge. Yup there was a carton of eggs and a pack of bacon. If he's gonna do things right he is gonna do them right. No more cinnomon lucky cherrios or whatever they were called. He could have sworn they got banned for having vile levels of caffiene in them. Who even puts caffiene in cereal?

Elizabeth glared, "Daddy said we aren't allowed to use the stove."

"Yeah well, father isn't here to stop me," Michael snarked, "where's Evan? He's gonna miss breakfast."

"He's in his room. This isn't some elaborate plan to scare him again is it? You arent hiding that dumb Foxy mask anywhere are you?"

Oh right. That. First thing Michael did before coming down was throw it under his bed. He didn't want to see that nasty thing anywhere near him ever again, "no. I'm uh... I'm done with that. No more pranks. No more foxy mask."

Elizabeth looked skeptical, but she went off to Evan's room anyways. Evan. Michael's gonna have to be prepaired to see him again. Will Evan cry? He doesn't want to see that again. He'll probably cry too! He has to hold it together. It's hard enough to explane his sudden change in personality, but to explain why he broke down in ugly sobs the moment the kid he bullies enters the room? Yeah, there is no good explanation for that.

"Oh. He didn't hide'" Elizabeth said behind him. Michael turned, she was holding a small bat, and behind her was Evan. Poor Evan. He looked terrified.

Michael tried to look as friendly as possible, but that only seemed to make him more uncomfortable, "I uh... I made breakfast. You can go sit at the table." The two kids seamed skeptical but sat anyway. Michael placed down three plates with some fresh bacon and scrambled eggs, "you guys uh... you-you want toast??" He asked with a grin. Elizabeth gives him a suspicious glare, meanwhile Evan held his fredbear plush close and refused to make eye contact. Silence. Ooooh the uncomfortible silence. "Oookkk," Michael muttered, "no toast I guess."

Michael drums his fingers on the table. "You know what? I could go for some toast, yeah, toast, toast sound good," he said, shuffling back to the kitchen. While rummaging through the kitchen he hears Elizabeth and Evan whispering, he couldn't make anything out, but they sounded concirned. As he placed the toaster on the counter he felt a tug on his shirt, "whats wrong with you? You're being weird." Michael looked down, it was Elizabeth. She was giving him a frustrated and pouty look. "Nothings wrong," Michael said, "am I not allowed to be a good brother for once?"

"No, but it's still weird. You're usually mean and scary. THIS IS WEIRD! What did you do to our actual brother??"

"I am your actual brother Lizzy. I just decided to be better."

"Oh yeah? And what brought on this 'realization'"

"Fire. Blazing fire."

"What??"

"It was a uh... a dream. A lot of fire. I was in hell. Definitely hell."

Elizabeth glares at him again before sitting back at the table and begrudgingly took a bit of her eggs. Upon seeing this Evan cautiously took a bite and seemed pleasently surprised when nothing was tampered with. Michael started buttering his toast, glad that he atleast made a proper and enjoyable breakfast. It's been decades since he was able to eat so he wasn't too sure if he could make something that would actually taste good. Come to think of it. It's been decades since he needed to cook at all. How did he manage this? He was litteraly a zombie living alone. How in the world did he manage to retain the skill to cook?

Just as a was beginning to get a little too deep in thought he heard a small voice call from the dinning table, "Mikey. Can you make me some toast too?" It was Evan. Holding his plush close, he timidly did his best to look at Michael. Progress, Michael couldn't help it but have the biggest goofiest grin plastered on his face. Evan spoke to him and he didn't cry or stutter. He even called him Mikey!

"Sure! You want butter too?"

Evan nodded. Its not much, but its progress. Evan is still scared but he asked Michael for something! That's deffinately progress right? No matter. He's being a good brother. Sitting at the table he handed Evan his toast and began to eat. Food! Aaaaaah finally food! He was a corpse for so long he almost forgot what eggs and bacon tastes like. Everything is going right. He's alive, Evan's alive, Elizabeth is alive, he got exactly what he wished for, a second chance.

#fnaf #five nights at freddys #second chances au #fnaf michael afton #michael afton #fnaf Elizabeth #elizabeth afton #fnaf evan #evan afton #fic #fanfic #fanfics #fan fiction #writing #this is the first fic I've made in a while #hope yall like it #i'll probably make srt for it #test post

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thebelladonnaofbuffoonery · 6 months

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❀ JJK AS BOYFRIENDS, GOJO — MDNI ❀

happy belated birthday to our husband ✨

going old school with the headcanon format, but i literally couldn’t figure out a better way to slap all my thoughts into coherent sentences.

was originally planning on posting them all together but yuuji’s ended up being 1.7k words so i split them 😭

CONTENT: headcanons, gojo x reader, afab, 1,542 words, fluff, sfw + nsfw

itadori version

sfw

just like how he can’t tell when people don’t like him, he also can’t tell when people like like him -more than just a celebrity (that he thinks he is).

he realised he fancied you because instead of getting a rise out of you with his teasing, you always shot back with an equally playful remark and a smile; i swear it’s the only way to beat the guy.

this is definitely a you fell first but he fell WAY harder scenario.

everyone else is astonished how you can deal with him. like you earned his respect so much he actually… does stuff for you?? the first time you ask??

still, his love is shown pretty much exclusively through being annoying playful.

LOVES to tease you by using infinity to stop you kissing him/touching him. but you best believe he’ll be whining and complaining if you are the one to withhold kisses from him (hypocrite).

puts his big ass hands in your face constantly. not in a “guess who?” way but a *stops you talking*, *covers your entire face*, *blocks your eyes* way. especially if he’s bored.

like you’ll be tryna talk with utahime and he keeps doing this. you just gently pull and push his hands out of your way and continue but utahime is definitely screaming at him for interrupting her.

is a bajillionaire but will never order enough food for himself and instead snacks on yours. he eventually then buys himself his own, and regardless of how much you yourself ordered in comparison to him, he always covers the bill. always.

the “fights to slap his card down on the reader for your coffee” type of always.

he’s always paying for your nails and hair and new clothes, and then demands you do a photo shoot to show it off. “they need to know how good of a boyfriend i am!”

and he’s hyping you up in the comment section every 👏 single 👏 time 👏.

has been reported for harassment once bc someone didn’t realise you were dating.

you have also been asked “is he bothering you?” in public before bc he rizzes you up so much sometimes that you just drone it out and it looks like you’re not enjoying it.

if you get married you’d better expect he’s goin be like “stay at home mama, you don't need to work”, though he has the highest respect for your sorcery.

fully trusts you with his life and knows how capable you are with yourself, he just loves protecting and supporting you… in a few different ways.

he does little things like always walking on the side of you closest to the road, and holds your hand so infinity protects you too, and he always puts his jumper down before you sit on the ground/bench-seat/anything —would lay down in a puddle for you to safely walk over without tarnishing your shoes.

but then he also makes up saviour scenarios like purposely tightening a jar super tight so he has to open it or your belongings mysteriously end up on the highest shelf (giraffe lookin ass).

the type to say dumb shit like “if you don’t do this then you don’t love me” (he’s half joking).

like he uses that excuse for ANYTHING from asking you to go to a meeting in his place to simply picking up the remote that’s sitting like a metre from him.

but you best believe he would drop EVERYTHING for you.

like he could be in a lesson and gets a text from you saying you’re feeling slightly under the weather and he’s teleporting to you.

curse needs exercising? well y/n needs me to pick up rice on the way home. “she said *IF YOU’RE NOT BUSY*” “and? i’m not!”

believes you are incapable of doing something wrong. like you could be beating the shit outta anyone and he’s like “sounds like your problem g. she prolly has a good reason”

once you’re together, there are zero boundaries. does not understand them.

clinging to you like a mf koala in private and trailing you like a puppy in public.

megumi finds it pathetic. “just wait ‘til your cold heart feels love, young man!”

he acts like he’s picking you up for the first time all the time.

you could turn over to him in the middle of the night and he’d say shit like “come here often?”

the sheer dichotomy of his texts tho going from “on my knees for you, would give you the whole world, completely at your mercy” to “u up?” gives you whiplash.

he worships the ground you walk on, but as previously established, he has no boundaries when it comes to you so you best believe he’s sending you a “i’m horny. come over.” text whenever he wants.

doesn’t mean there’s not unfaltering love behind every word though 🥰

is expecting a “good morning/night” and “i’m home” text to make sure you’re okay.

texts you while you two are in the same room as well. you could be alone, sitting next to each other on the couch and he’ll message you.

especially loves to do this when there’s people around tho oml.

you two are insatiable gossipers with each other.

you’re giving each other the “r u seeing this shit?” look all the time.

not to mention you’re calling/texting each other when ANYTHING happens.

he’s calling you on the phone like “yo you would not believe what a lame-ass hoe just said” and gakuganji still standing there like🧍‍♂️

sugar coats nothing with you either -about other people or about you. like you could say “thoughts?” in the changing room and he’d straight up tell you “and prayers.”

but he’s being “helpful” as he calls it, and always has a “better” option to replace it with.

you can never take it to heart tho because he’s serious when he says he’s trying to be helpful!

that and the fact he’s calling you hot 24/7.

has definitely pretended to faint multiple times when you’ve walked into a room. “itadori!” “yes sir!” and gojo just flops back onto yuuji who’s expecting this with open arms.

this man is obsessed with hickies. he loves putting them all over your skin to show off, but he loves even more to brand them in places you wouldn’t normally see, like the inside of your thighs and all over your chest.

he also loves to show off hickies you gave him so you better be bruising up that pretty pale neck of his! he wears those marks like a trophy.

purposely makes it obvious when you’ve given him a really big one. “your neck-” “so you’ve noticed?” “why are you bragging to me?” “because i just know you’re marvelling at how cool i look” “it looks gross” “shut up megumi” and itadori is groveling at his feet like “teach me your ways!”.

we all know gojo is a big brother more than he will ever be a father figure to those boys.

he also loves kisses, which he never realised with all his unserious relationships beforehand, but with you? he’s obsessed.

he’s kissing you hello, goodbye, good morning, good night, brb, just because, “we haven’t kissed in forever!” it’s been two hours.

nsfw — mdni!

i think it’s well established gojo acts like a horny teenager.

he is moaning loud and proud with you -especially loves moaning into your mouth because it’s just so hot when you’re kissing him!

same thing when you’re kissing up his neck or across his shoulder or collarbone… he’s in heaven. kisses are his gateway to sex every. single. time.

like the text messages, he will straight up tell you when he wants to fuck or when you’re turning him on. there is no beating around the bush.

and pretty much everything you do turns him on.

hes definitely done some dumb shit like purposely tickled you and made you laugh during sex, he strikes me as someone extremely passionate, but pretty unserious during sex.

he loves teasing you more than just making you laugh though. he finds it oh so amusing to edge you and make you squirm for ages before he does really anything, and just watches and laughs as you whine and beg for him~

when he gives in though, he gives in. wildest ride of your life.

he loves teasing and messing around, but it’s not like he hasn’t got the skills of pleasure to back it up.

you would go through hours of his antics knowing in the end, he’ll reward you with the best fuck of your life.

there’s no way he’d ever be able to punish you, really, because afterwards he just showers you in love and exactly what you need to get off.

his aftercare is good too. cuddles all around.

he’s definitely staying inside you for a while afterwards are you both come down before finally pulling out and pulling you in close to him, pressing delicate little kisses over anywhere he can reach -completely contradicting the absolute beating (positive) you just received.

always preparing the shower for you after and always suggesting round two in said shower. how could you refuse?

a/n: this is my first time writing for gojo so i’m a little nervous it’s shit aha

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #smut #fluff

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rhokisb · 1 year

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A Note to You, Now that You're Gone

Hey babe,

Just me again. Still thinking of you every single day. Still wondering where you ended up. If you're watching from your palace in the stars. If you're still dancing on cosmic dust. If you're laughing at our struggles from beyond.

I got little G some presents for Christmas. Sent it to grandma's house. I signed it Tante Lala. I hope he remembers. "Hi Lala!"

Sal's here for Christmas. I did good. Held it together until we got home tonight. That's when I really started to miss you.

Remember when you were pregnant with little man and we went to the maternity store together and I bought those pregnancy leggings and tried on the "baby bump" so we could take a picture of us bumping together? It's still one of my favorite memories. It was one of the last times I saw you while you were still home. I wore those tonight. Nothing was stopping me from turkey and ham. You would have loved dinner tonight. If you moved back you could have come.

I wish I could send you a Christmas message this year. I wish I could call you now, with this headache and heartache, and just lay on the floor screaming "FUCK" with you. In my heart of hearts I know that this year would have been torture for you. I know that HE probably wouldn't have let you see little man for Christmas. I know it would have been more heartache. I understand why you aren't here with us anymore. I do. I really do.

It doesn't make it stop hurting though. I still feel like I failed you, that I wasn't there for you enough, that I should have tried harder to come and see you when you said things were really bad.

I got him Minecraft stuff. A plush dog and a Ghast shooter. I'm not gonna lie, I just...really want little G to annoy the shit out of them with it. I thought you might get a kick out of it if you're up there watching us all.

I choose to believe that you have your phone wherever you are. I send you funny videos almost every day. I Snapchat you. I re-read our texts over and over again. Maybe one day I'll be able to show little man how funny we were and how much joy you brought to everyone who knew you.

I'm so mad I can't tell you about the family drama this year. You'd be howling. Probably be telling me to let it go and to stop being so dramatic, but you know me. I wish I could tell you about how this summer went--despite it being shitty after...you know...you left us. I'd love to send you photos of Sticky and how much she loves me. She pulled me out of the pit, this little 5-year-old saved me more than she'll ever know. Every time she comes and sits with me I just wrap her in my arms and hug her so tight. I know you're not supposed to pick favorites but I have to admit she's mine. I'll do anything for her for the rest of her life. Beans too, of course, but Sticky and me got something special. She reminds me a lot of you. I think you'd even agree if you got to meet her. Little firecracker. I hope that if/when Little G gets to come visit I can introduce them. They're only a few weeks apart in age, and I could see them getting along. Who knows. Maybe your sister will get custody and then they can be besties.

I'll watch "Filth" and "Party Monster" and "Love Actually" this year again. I'll probably still live text you while doing so. I watched "Sinister" recently and laughed at buddy's depression sweater. I asked your mom to grab yours when she cleaned out your apartment. Not sure if she found it or not. I haven't been to see her yet. We both agreed things were still too fresh and we were still both too angry about...everything. But soon. I promise soon.

I hope that, wherever you are, you get to spend this Christmas with Little G. I hope he feels your love surrounding him this year. I hope he knows that you will always be with him. Keeping him safe. Watching over him.

We got things here on the ground, Momma-Bear. The fight isn't over. Not by a long shot.

I love you endlessly, Mags. Forever and always. You're my best friend, that's never going to change. Not in a million years would that ever change. So wait for me. Don't get distracted up there. I'll see you in time.

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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In Control

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: It’s the annual Kook beach bonfire party, and you’ve been teasing your boyfriend Rafe Cameron all day. When you finally get him alone, you switch roles and suddenly you’re the one in charge. How will he react?

A/N: Something a bit different than what I usually do but I thought I’d give it a go! Let me know what you think 😊

Warnings: Lotssss of teasing, smut, semi-public sex, sub!Rafe, slight daddy kink, the usuallll

You loved a Kook beach bonfire party. It was THE event of the summer and you’d been looking forward to it for weeks now.

There was music, drinking, dancing and of course the biggest bonfire imaginable. Kooks never did things by halves. And just to match - neither did you.

For tonight’s party, you settled for a white bikini which really barely covered anything. Your boyfriend Rafe liked it that way.

He was very adamant that everyone knew you were his so if the marks on your neck and chest - which you did attempt to cover a little with make-up - didn’t tell them, you wearing his shirt as a jacket to the party proved that.

You and Rafe were sat with Topper, Kelce and some girls they’d hooked up with around one of the smaller bonfires.

There wasn’t that much space when you all came to sit down so you opted for Rafe’s lap rather than the log seats like everyone else.

Even though now it was much quieter, you still kept your seat on his lap, his arms tight around your waist - protective yes but also a little bit controlling too.

You knew he had been in that mood all day, ever since he walked in on you getting changed into your bikini.

He did everything he could not to jump on you right there and then - but he managed to make it through and to the bonfire beach party without having to have you up against a wall, in the back seat of the car or worse.

Sat here now though, he probably wished he could have done something back then as he was starting to get harder and harder the more time he spent with you.

You could feel him under your lap so you wiggled your hips down onto his and pressed yourself against him as you absentmindedly chatted with Topper and the others.

As you pushed yourself down on him again, teasing him, you shot him a look and could see him furiously biting and nibbling on his lip in a bid to stop himself from moaning out.

“God you’re so sexy,” he said, leaning into your ear to whisper to you. His hand reached around to graze over your thigh as you all talked, but you batted it away.

You stretched up as an excuse to lean back and brushed your lips right next to his ear.

“None of that, or you won’t be cumming tonight daddy,” you whispered.

On hearing you say that, he nearly lost it.

He was usually the one who took control in the relationship but you weren’t having that. Not today and not tonight either.

Tonight was a night for being a tease and you were going to make Rafe beg for it.

A few moments later, you untangled yourself from Rafe and stood up, almost wiggling your bum in his face as you got up.

You swore you heard him groan from behind you as you excused yourself from the group and headed to the bathroom. Rafe was in for it now, you thought to yourself, as you let yourself into one of the nearby bathrooms.

You took a selfie on Snapchat and sent it to your boyfriend, making sure to give him a good view of your cleavage as well as biting your lip in the photo.

Within seconds of sending it, you got one back of his hand on his thigh (two things about him you REALLY loved), right close to where he needed it, as he wrote on top of it: “You’re killing me baby.”

You loved having this effect on him and you quickly took another snap, this time removing your bikini top completely.

Back at the bonfire, he grunted as he opened the message to see the most perfect sight in front of him.

He bit his lip hard, probably likely to draw blood, as he tried to shift himself to cope with the growing tent in his pants.

“Where are you? Need you,” he texted you back.

You made your way to a quiet and secluded area of the beach and sent him your location, just by using an X on the map so he had to try and find you.

This would be fun.

***

It took him about 10 minutes to find you, sitting on the back of his pick-up, twirling his keys in your hand. If only he looked there first, he thought to himself.

“Took you long enough,” you said, one of your knees propped up so he had an excellent view of your inner thighs and the tiny bit of material covering you.

“Yeah it, uh, did,” he said, his voice quiet and almost like he’d gone really shy.

You figured he must have just been a bit taken aback by how good you looked right now - and yes you did look good.

“Not gonna come closer baby?” you said, your eyes skimming him up and down.

“Can I?” he asks, you smiling back at him and nodding. He took a few steps forward but not quite close enough for you touch.

“C’mon, come closer baby, let me have a feel,” you said, your hand feigning reaching out to him.

He moved closer, step by step and the slowness of his walking made you even more impatient.

“Come here,” you said almost sternly, “Let me feel you.”

You moaned out as you went to touch him over his shorts.

“Ugh baby, please,” he begged, watching you as your hand grazed over him. You dragged your fingers over his crotch and left him melting in your arms.

“Like that baby?” you asked, “Does it feel good hmmm?”

He nodded, bucking his hips up at the sensation but on feeling that, immediately you stopped yourself touching him.

“Remember needy boys don’t get to come,” you warned and he almost yelped in response.

He was so desperate to be touched, he really fucking needed it and as much as he just wanted to grab your hand and place it on his cock, he knew he had to wait.

“Get in the car, c’mon, we have things to do,” you said, and he quickly nodded, heading towards the driver’s side.

“Where you going?” you asked, “Get in the back, we’re fucking here.”

He was left stunned by what you said, unable to speak, but he did nod and clambered into the back.

“If you wanna take this off for me, get your shorts and top off, quick,” you ordered, your hands twirling at the strings of your bikini.

His eyes almost popped out of his head as you started to undo the bikini top and he quickly stripped himself of his clothes and sat on the seat waiting for you.

The pick-up was surprisingly roomy in the back and there was enough space for you to crawl in too.

“Go on then, you’ve earned it,” you said, giving him the undone strings so he could be the one to take off your clothes.

He pouted as he took the small bits of material off, leaving you naked.

You pushed him down into the seat by his chest and straddled him.

You knew you were soaking wet after all that teasing, so you dragged your soaking core over his tense stomach.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned, his words sticking in his throat as you put your hands on his chest and slowly rolled your hips down onto him.

He was a mess under you, his cock rock hard now, swollen and the tip leaking pre-come as he tried to buck his hips up for some friction.

“Keep it still if you want me to come inside me,” you moaned, letting your hand drop between your legs as you brushed your thumb over your clit.

You groaned at the feeling, rocking your hips against him.

“Do you want to touch me baby?” you asked him as he whimpered in response.

You could tell he was in pain and how hard his cock was was probably making him uncomfortable.

“Please can I?” he begged, his face screwed up in a mix of pain and pleasure, “Wanna taste, please.”

You bit your lip at his words and you only got wetter at the thought.

“Go on then, have a taste,” you said, threading your fingers into his as you guided him to your clit.

He stayed still for a moment.

“Go on then Rafey, cmon, I want it too.”

The sound of your voice sent a jolt through his cock as he reached forward and touched you.

You were dripping wet and the feeling of you on his fingers made him harder, if that was even possible.

He ran his fingers over your clit and you moaned at the feeling, grinding into his stomach at the sensation.

He took some of your wetness and ran it all the way down your slit, you lifting your hips to give him the best access.

He kept the speed constant, the movements sharp and for a moment he was in control. But only for a moment.

“Enough,” you told him, trying to control your moans, “Time to taste me.”

He nodded and gave his fingers one more swipe over you to collect as much as he could before he moved his fingers to his mouth and started to suck.

“Tastes good baby?” you groaned, letting him lap it all up off his fingers.

“Fucking incredible,” he said, licking every one of his fingers clean as you watched on.

You were desperate for more but you knew playing the long game would be better for the both of you.

“I’m so hard,” he whined as you readjusted on him, the wetness he’d created leaving a trail over his stomach.

“Why, did you want to come?” you asked him, your hips still rolling over his stomach for the friction.

“Please, please,” he begged, “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” You decided to let him have what he wanted - for now at least.

It was fun being the dominant one for a change.

“Why don’t you just slip inside me baby? You can come that way if you want,” you said, your voice hoarse.

His fingers immediately moved to your clit and you folded in two at the feeling.

He took the opportunity to kiss you roughly on the mouth, realising he hadn’t even been given a chance to kiss you since all this started.

“Ohhh Rafe,” you moaned, letting his lips move to your neck. The sound of you moaning his name so euphorically had his cock twitching.

He couldn’t hold it much longer, he needed that release and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

“Fuck baby, I need to come, please can I?” he asked, his voice straining at the sensation.

“Hold it,” you said, moving a little lower down his body so you could grind your pussy down on his cock.

As you moved your hips, he went insane and you could feel his dick almost pulsing at the feeling.

“Please I can’t hold it anymore, please,” he begged, his face scrunched up tight.

“Go on then Rafey, let it go,” you said, your voice a whisper as he groaned and screamed and came all over your pussy.

“I don’t think you’ve ever done that before,” you said, moving his hand to your clit and letting him push his seed inside you, “But you can do it again soon.”

You moved your hand up to stroke his face as sweat poured down him.

He was way too overstimulated right now and the slight movements of you over his cock made his over sensitive tip hurt even more.

“Such a good boy for me Rafey,” you said, stroking your thumb across his cheek sweetly as he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

With one more roll of your hips, his eyes turned dark.

“My turn now,” he said, his dominant side quickly returning. “Get outside and get on your knees.”

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Desire — Kaz Brekker

(Photo not mine)

Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

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outsideratheart · 3 years

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I'll Always Come Back to You (Preath x Military!Reader)

Anon request: Hey love, could you write a preath x reader. With military!reader coming home to them both.Just pure fluff😢

3 months, that is how long your mission was supposed to take. Now here you were 7 months later still in Afghanistan.

Your job was very important and you were very proud of the work you did but it did have its downsides, the biggest one, being away from your girlfriends.

“How is it going? I mean I know you can’t tell us why but” Christen begins to mumble.

“Everything is going according to plan, I should be hope by the end of the month” You tell her.

“Really! That soon” You cannot help but smile at Christen’s smile, it was infectious.

But it was the sight of your other girlfriend that now had your attention.

“What’s the matter Tobs?” You ask as she clearly wasn’t as excited as Christen.

“Nothing” Tobin lies.

“Well I have just told you that I am coming home and you face looks like a brick wall”

“It’s just that…well…we have had this conversation before and I got excited the first and the second time even the third but now” Tobin doesn’t look at you instead she plays with her hands.

“Baby, look at me” you wait until she does so.

“I know it can be hard but I have a job to do which is bigger than me. It requires be to be away from you, both of you. I miss you both so much and I am doing everything in power to come home to you as soon as I can”

You look up just in time to see tears falling down Tobin’s face.

“We know it’s hard Y/N which just miss you is all” Christen tells you.

“So how is camp? We watched your came against Sweden, there’s nothing quite like watching my girls tear up the field” you say trying to change the subject.

“It’s going good, we finally nailed that set piece I was talking to you about the other day” Tobin says.

She goes on to describe the play in detail and you smile at her passion. You could listen to her talk about soccer all day.

“What?” She asks as she catches you staring.

“Nothing, I just love to see you smile” Tobin blushes at your compliment. You loved that you still had this power over her even it is from the other side of the world.

“Oh Y/N, I tried that yoga routine you recommended. I was so sore the next day I could hardly walk” Christen rolls her eyes at your smirk and Tobin’s giggle which she managed to cover with a cough.

“Don’t say it” She tells you.

“Sounds like I never left” You say smugly.

“Chris you practically set her up with that one” Tobin says playfully.

“Y/L/N time for briefing” Your hear someone say.

“Duty calls” you tell them “I love you both so much”

“I love you” Christen says.

“I love you” Tobin says.

“Please stay safe” They both say in unison.

You blow a kisses at the camera before ending the video call.

After the brief your sergeant asks you to stay back.

“I know you have been on base a little longer than expected and we appreciate the work you have been doing so we are releasing you from Duty. I have organised a flight for you, if you go pack now you might make it back for you girls’ game” He tells you.

You were finally able to go home and you will be able to surprise Christen and Tobin since they thought you would be back at the end of the month.

Your bags were packed and your were on the plane. In order to keep the homecoming a secret you would have to cancel a FaceTime with your girlfriends but it would be worth it in the end.

You send them both a text saying that you will be going dark for next 24 hours due to the mission to had.

20 hours later, you land in Houston. You look at your watch to see that that have an hour before kick off so you make your way to the game.

Meanwhile at the stadium Christen and Tobin are freaking out as they saw on the news that there was an explosion near the base you were staying in and they couldn’t get in touch you.

“I’m sure she is fine. You said that she was on mission so that means that she wasn’t on base” Alex says trying to calm them down.

“Something is wrong, I can feel it. Last time I felt like this Y/N had been shot” Christen said.

“Christen!” Tobin shouts “you can’t just say something like that”

Christen goes to Tobin and gives her a hug, whispering something in her ear that the rest of the team can’t hear.

“Right, listen up” Vlatko enters the locker room “Christen, Tobin I have seen the news and i want you both to know that you are excused from today’s game”

“I want to play” Christen says.

“Me too” Tobin agrees with her girlfriend.

Before going onto the pitch there is another news report saying that there were no casualties at the bombing so that put’s them at ease but your dark 24 hours were over and they still couldn’t get in touch with you.

You arrive at the game just as the referee blows the whistle and you cheer loudly as you see that both Christen and Tobin are starting.

The game is over before you know it. It was finally time be reunited with the loves of the life.

The players begin their walk around the stadium thanking the crowd, luckily Tobin and Christen are at the back which gives to the chance to get the attention of one of the other players.

It is Ash that sees you first and goes to one of the security guards letting you know that you are family and need to come to the locker room. He escorts you through the stadium, down the several corridors and then you see it. ‘Home Team Locker Room’.

The team had won so most of them were celebrating but not your girlfriends, they were checking their phones and you knew they were waiting for a text from you.

You stood in the doorway watching them for a moment. They were your everything and seeing them in person floods you with all kind of emotions. You don’t realise your crying until Alex passes you a tissue. Turns out everyone had noticed your presence, everyone but the two people you wanted to see you.

“They’re all yours” Ash tells you patting you on the back.

You hear Christen telling Tobin to try calling you one more time and you see your opportunity. You get your phone out of your pocket and turn it on.

Your phones goes off seconds later and your answer it.

“Y/N! You finally answered, please tell me you are ok?” Christen says and you smile at her concern.

“How about you turn around to see for yourself” You tell her.

Christen runs to you, jumps into your arms and you catch her spinning her around.

“I can’t believe you’re here” She says as she places a kiss on your lips.

“She’s really missed you, it has been harder on her this time” Christen tells you signalling to Tobin who is still in her locker staring at you in disbelief.

You place christen on the ground, taking her hand in your as you go to Tobin.

“Am I dreaming because I have had this dream before, you come home then I wake up and your gone again” She tells you.

“I’m here baby” you say.

She stands and kisses you, this one more passionate than the one you shared with Christen which surprises you. Normally Tobin shied away from PDA but not today.

“I really missed that” you say pulling away.

“I have missed you so much Y/N” She says with tears in her eyes.

The rest of the team stand in shock, they have never seen Tobin this vulnerable.

“I hate to break up this reunion but it’s time to go back to hotel” Becky tells you and you, Tobin and Christen frown. “Oh no, I don’t mean it like that. Y/N can obviously come with us”

The ride back to the hotel took too long for your liking. You just wanted to get back so that you could have some alone time with your girlfriends.

As soon as you arrived the three of you politely declined team meal which everyone full understood.

You got to the hotel room and quickly got a shower to freshen up whilst Christen and Tobin got changed. When you came out your were wearing some shorts and a sports bra.

“Those pictures you sent really didn’t do you justice” You blushed at Christen’s statement remembering sending those photos to her.

You lay on the bed between Tobin and Christen and Tobin begins scanning your body and you knew exactly what she was doing.

“This one is new” she says pointing to a scar on your leg then placing a kiss on it.

“So is this one” christen says and she copies what Tobin did.

You had several new scars, none no bigger than a quarter but your girlfriends were very observant.

“We’re not playing this game, despite how much I love where it is leading”

Tobin hold her hands up in defence.

“We just worry” Christen tells you.

“I know you do”

You kiss her forehead and then kiss Tobin’s.

“Is that a new hoodie?” You ask Tobin.

“It is” she replies.

You look at her giving her your best puppy dog eyes. You loved Tobin’s clothes and often stole them.

You watch her take her hoodie off and give it to you.

“It’s smells just like you” you say as you put it on “thank you” you kiss her cheek.

You lay between your girlfriends as you all watch a film. These are the moments you missed, when it was just the three of you.

“We’re really happy you’re home” christen tells you.

“I’ll always come back you”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt one shot #uswnt imagine #christen press x reader #christen press imagine #christen press one shot #Tobin Heath x reader #Tobin Heath imagine #Tobin Heath one shot #preath x reader #preath one shot #preath imagine

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florencwrites · 3 years

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ignoring is bliss 〚technoblade〛

in which [reader] struggles with her lover's inconsequent affection, and a good talk is unfortunately inevitable; the silent treatment has never worked well with techno.

"I don't know what you want me to say." His back had still been turned towards me at this point, the rake heavy in my hands as I tried using it to steady myself in the muddy stable. He kept loading dirty plucks of hay onto his pitchfork, the thinly lined buttoned shirt he was wearing easily letting his back muscles shine through.

I stood silently behind him, deliberating my words thoroughly. I hated when he acted like this, I absolutely despised him. He was one of the smartest men I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, however, the second things went sideways conversation-wise he always played it painfully personally. He would start correcting my grammar or suggest synonyms for otherwise satisfactory sentences. "I don't either."

"I guess that marks the end of this conversation." He turned around to dump his gathered muck in the makeshift wheelbarrow Phil had built us. His face was hard, his brows furrowed and his features lax. He seemed indifferent, his attitude scaring me to pieces.

"Tech, please." I tried, putting one of my hands up to gesture for him to stop walking. He was now barely lifting the barrow from the ground, ready to head off to the dump. He huffed, his eyes meeting the floor as he put the wagon down. "You know I hate it when you call me that."

"I'm sorry," I muttered softly.

He ducked to grip his hands around the handles again, lifting it from the ground. His knuckles were white where they held onto the leather-covered grips. "Speak up."

"I want to have a conversation with you, okay? Stop acting so fucking stuck up and talk to me." His shoulder brushed past mine as he exited the stables, my voice was high in emotions, definitely on the verge of breaking with desperation.

He snorted. "I'll listen to whatever you have to say when you've calmed down."

"He won't talk to me, Phil." I groaned almost obnoxiously loud, taking a sip of water to wash down both my dinner and my agitation. "You know how he gets."

"All pissy? Tell me about it." He chuckled softly, his forearm shielding his bowl from my sight. He shoveled another spoonful of beef stew into his mouth. Phil and I had never been extraordinarily close, he reckoned Techno and me to be undeserving of each other. A terrible pair. And perhaps we were, at times like this I couldn't help but doubt whether or not we truly were the destined lovers we often thought ourselves to be. "I'll bring him some food later."

I laughed at him, a father at heart. A father to anyone but his actual sons, really. A playful grin on my lips, "You're an enabler, Phil."

That night I crawled into an empty bed. One I hadn't even doubted would be just that; empty. He was weak like that, he'd do anything to avoid conflict. Whether that was because he was afraid of what his blinding rage fits would conjure, or whether he was just an impotent coward. Someone who didn't know how to act around uncertainty and immorality and thus resorted to blaming everything on his treacherous temper.

The sheets still smelled of him, I held them to my nose.

There was no reason for us to fight, I hadn't meant to start one. I simply wanted him to realize how different he acted towards me when surrounded by any crowd. He acted so distant it made me doubt not only us, but myself. My heart ached anytime he pulled his hand away from where I tried leaving him a subtle touch. My skin crawled when he no longer referred to me by the mild, but unmissably warm names he had for me.

However, nothing would ever hurt me as much as meeting his eyes in a room of our friends and seeing the love seep from his irises. Physically witnessing his affection turn into nothing short of mere acquaintance.

Everyone knew us. There was no reason for him to act so cold, so distant. Though, I also recognized that perhaps there was an underlying reason. One I simply hadn't thought of, or perhaps one that I couldn't ever imagine. One that he had retained from his troublesome past.

The thing is, it hurt me to think he didn't trust me enough with his reasoning. That he didn't want to tell me about his thoughts. I'd been extremely careful and meticulous with any information he'd granted me, I was sure to never let what he told me change my opinion of him. I vowed to never look at him any different.

So, why could he not promise me the same?

There was no point in pushing myself from my sheets the next morning. I knew how long his episodes usually lasted, I wouldn't even have to try talking to him for at least two more days. Normally, I'd try, though. I'd sit in the grass right next to where he was working outside, just talking to him about anything and everything I could think of. Back then I thought for his silence to mean confusion, I thought his swirling mind simply needed a break. That a distraction would do him good.

I sat in the barely-molten grass for hours, never getting a reply.

His smell was constricting my airways slowly, every inhale making it harder and harder to breathe. What if Phil was right, what if he truly didn't love me, or not anymore at least? What if it was all an act to have a warm body to fall asleep next to, to have an extra set of hands around the cottage.

I kicked at the sheets, desperate to get them away from me, to get them from clinging to my sweaty body. I only tangled my legs further into the mess. The bed creaked loudly against the wooden floor of the attic, a gust of wind running through a small gap in the roof.

I shot up, finally being able to rid my body of the sheets. I huffed a few times, the annoyance getting the better of me. I slung my legs over the side of the bed, now just sitting on the wooden frame, letting my eyes wander over the walls. The pictures of us that were tightly tacked to the planks, photos of our favorite pets and our best of friends. Photos of us with Phil and Tommy, and even a stray photo of me and Wilbur, back when we were kids.

My gaze found its way towards the singular window behind our bed, the only one of two walls that weren't entirely slanted. His red robe stood out like a sore thumb in the feeble blanket of slushy snow that had been slowly accumulating over the course of the night. Summer was officially over once again, and the cold would soon make it so we could no longer afford to sleep alone.

He rarely wore his robe outside of special occasions, he usually would simply opt for one of his brown ones. One was trimmed with a thick deer fur, the leather on it sure to keep all frost out. The other one was his summer one, the more dirty one of the two. It was always stained with blood, since it would also be the one he went hunting with. He disliked hunting in the winter, the harsh winds and easily discernible prints made it no fun, according to him. He stacked up during the summer, drying his meats to allow them to be kept safe for months, if not years.

But now he was wearing his red robe, lined with the finest of polar bear fur. The one that had the special compartments for his potions, and the one I had sown a totem into. For good luck. He rarely wore it for any occasion but war.

He pushed himself from the ground, turning around swiftly; the velocity making his cape whisk dramatically up in the wind. His eyes seemed fixated on the ground until they unwarrantedly shot up to the window I was sitting at. Any other day, I would've averted my gaze. Not now. He knew I was staring, and he was allowed to know so. I held my eyes on him until his feet carried him out of sight, into the house. I sighed softly, I felt entirely forlorn without him, without his caring hands and loving eyes. I let myself fall back into the bed, cuddling the sheets once again as I curled away from the entrance. I reckoned he would have to change out of his robe soon, and I didn't want to face him when he did.

I heard the front door slam, and as predicted the rungs of the many ladders soon creaked in his hold. The worn, practically ancient, trapdoor was pushed ajar behind me. I couldn't be bothered to turn to meet his eyes. However, instead of quietly changing out of his clothes, I felt the bed dip. He sat on the side of it, much alike to how I had found myself just minutes before.

"I don't like feeling weak." His voice was rougher than usual, it kept its usual monotone aura, but for some reason, it felt more emotional than ever before. He cleared his throat as if to try and mask it, to no avail, "I don't love you any less."

I shifted in the bed, though, he quickly stopped me, "Don't look at me, that just makes it harder."

I obliged. He let out a trembling sigh, taking his sweet time to deliberate his next words, "Sometimes we are outside together and I'm afraid that when they see how much I care about you, they will realize that you make me weak." I stared at the wall, still curled into the blankets. I wanted nothing more than to hold his face, look at him as he spoke. Instead, I had to make do with the pictures of his face plastered on the wood. His pointy, flappy ears and peaked nose. The two sharp-looking fangs set in the corners of his lips, ones that seemed to disappear when he smiled. He didn't like smiling for pictures, I didn't have a single one of the two of us together where he smiled. The only ones that showed his beautiful pearly whites were the ones that had me behind the camera, something I only then realized might've not been a coincidence.

"It scares me to think they could hurt you for loving me, that's why I don't like holding your hand in town." I shot a quick look over my shoulder, his back was slouched over, his head in his hands with his elbows propped on his knees. He wasn't crying, he simply seemed lost."I never realized that what scares me even more is the idea of you not loving me at all."

I slowly crept from under the sheets as his words fell silent. I crawled over towards where he was sat, near the foot-end of the bed. I took one of his hands from where he had rested his face on it and pulled it out of the way.

I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling my body into his. I draped my legs over his lap as I held him. His built arms felt tender against my exposed back, however, he held me tight. He squeezed softly as another quivering breath escaped his lips. We sat in embrace for a while.

"That's all I asked for, Tech." I smiled into his neck. "I just wanted to talk, that wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

"Shut up." He playfully tried pushing me away from his torso, underestimating the power of my cling. "You know I hate it when you call me that."

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troubatrain · 3 years

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twisted in bedsheets - m. tkachuk

a/n: this is straight up smut.... like minimal plot mostly filth. but i hope you guys like it, i may give it a part two if anyone wants to see it but i don't know yet. big shoutout to my resident whores @hookingminor & @tkafuckit ily both sm

taglist : @barzysreputation

warnings: it's smush time (smut)

You almost wanted to make fun of him.

A part of you wondered, what did a single, twenty three year old, professional athlete who lived in a different country most of year need a house this big for? That wasn’t your business, and really neither was showing up two days after Matthew moved in with a bottle of wine and silly housewarming gift to make yourself feel better about where his little brother, also known as your best friend, was. You knocked loudly, hoping the car in the driveway meant Matthew was home and you weren’t wasting your time.

Matthew was inside, finally getting some peace and quiet after spending the day listening to his mother and the interior designer he hired argue about throw pillows. He jumped at the knock of his door, not used to the way it echoed through the house he bought on a whim. You were standing on the other side, bouncing on your heels with a bag in your hand and Matthew couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew always had a soft spot for you, Brady was your best friend and just like Matthew found himself watching out for Brady, he did the same for you. It was easy to keep it like that for years, Brady being far more possessive because you were his friend and not Matthew’s and not everything needs to be about you Matt, but it’d gotten harder lately. It was sudden, one summer Matthew came home and you were lounging by the pool and he swore his dick twitched in his pants, and it just wasn’t getting easier. It wasn’t easier when he tried to convince himself that there was an age gap between the both of you, even though it was barely two years and no one would blink an eye. It wasn’t easier when he beat the Senators and you quietly told him he had a good game because if Brady caught wind of it he’d lose his mind. And it sure as hell wasn’t easier when Brady mentioned your boyfriend constantly.

Your boyfriend who was having a party that Matthew knew for a fact Brady was at, but why weren’t you? Matthew couldn’t possibly get his hopes up, knowing if you were single he’d find some way to break your heart and you didn’t deserve that. That was the thing, Matthew ruined people and you were a far better person than he was to begin with. Matthew opens the door regardless, a smile on his face when he meets your eyes.

“Hi,” You beam, trying to play off like you were happy when you were just looking for a distraction that didn’t involve driving around and crying to Taylor Swift, “I, uh, congrats?”

Matthew chuckles, cocking his head to the side and opening his door a little further for you to come in, “Thank you, you really didn’t have to bring a gift.”

“It’s rude not too,” You scold, tapping Matthew in the arm and forgetting for a second you weren’t talking to Brady.

You pretended like you couldn’t feel it, the way his arms felt like a solid fucking rock and it was getting harder and harder to shove down that silly crush you’ve had since high school. You remember it so clearly, the moment Matthew went from Brady’s brother to just Matthew. You were a freshman, a dorky quiet kid who everyone knew not to mess with exclusively because Brady would kick the shit out of them, and you overheard a few girls in Matthew’s gossiping about how cute he was. Then it hit you, just as Matthew was leaning against his car to drive you home - he was cute. Cute turned into hot quickly, and you spent summer after summer wondering if you’d be bold enough to make a move.

You watched as Matthew pulled out the picture you’d framed for him, one his mother had taken of the three of you as kids. You were at the same ice cream shop you went to after every Blue’s game, chocolate ice cream smiles on your faces.

“You dropped your ice cream right after my mom took this,” Matthew hums, smiling at the memory himself.

“And you gave me yours because you felt bad for me,” You finish, hence the reason you chose that photo in the first place.

“You were crying,” Matthew nods, remembering the way his heart broke when he saw tears well up in your eyes. Even then, Matthew was a protector, constantly defending the people he held close to his heart, “Brady wouldn’t even share his… speaking of, isn’t there a huge rager you could be at right now?”

“Something about a party at my ex boyfriend’s doesn’t sound fun to me at all,” You sigh, hoping you wouldn’t have to explain it any further.

You didn’t have a boyfriend anymore.

It was all Matthew could process, his brain malfunctioning because he couldn’t believe it. Matthew gave you a sympathetic smile, “Let’s crack that bottle open then?”

You agreed, following Matthew into his yard to sit out by his fire pit, an early summer breeze making St. Louis unseasonably cold. He came back with two glasses, and you tried simply to ignore that his hands were big enough to hold both glasses in one, “So, Brady’s at a party at your ex-boyfriend’s place and you’re not mad at him at all?”

“I can’t be mad at Brady,” You explain, pouring yourself a glass of wine that was just a bit too big, “He doesn’t know what happened.”

“I thought you had no secrets,” Matthew questions, knowing that Brady knew everything about you and you were the same way. You turned your attention to the glass, swirling it in your hand while you seemed to shut down under Matthew’s gaze, “Y/N… it’s me, you know you can tell me.”

“It’s really embarrassing,” You whisper, “He cheated on me…”

“That’s not your fault,” Matthew scoffs, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “Why didn’t you tell-”

“He told me it was because the girl he was hooking up with was better in bed than me,” You whisper, Matthew closing his mouth immediately. He took a deep breath, his fingers scratching against your scalp while he looked straight ahead, “Please don’t tell Brady.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Matthew nods, his bottom lip between his teeth, “You’re perfect, and if he doesn’t see that he can go fuck himself.”

“What if he’s right?” You ask, taking a gulp of your drink. Matthew knew what road you were headed towards, one that was going to leave you insecure about this for the rest of your life if Matthew didn’t choose his next words carefully.

“He’s not,” Matthew shakes his head, hopping off the outdoor sofa you were on and kneeling down in front of you, “And you don’t need some douchebags opinion to make yourself feel good.”

“Would you sleep with me?” You ask, Matthew’s hand that had been rubbing your thighs gently stopped. You craved the validation, and a part of you always wondered if you had a shot with Matthew. If you were both able to drown out the noise from your friends and family, would he want you? Matthew’s hand crept up to your cheek, his thumb tracing your lip. You looked at him like this was the most important question he’d ever have to answer, and like if he said yes your lips would be on his, “And tell me I’m good.”

Matthew shut his eyes, running every possible scenerio knowing all of them include him fucking this up and hurting your feelings, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying. His lips ghosted over yours, stubble rough against your skin, “You’re sure about this?”

“Please,” You pout, not even bothering to give Matthew your best sexy face. You’d faked it enough, a year of trying to be something you weren’t to please some asshole who left for someone else anyways. Matthew’s hands slid on either side of you, his lips against yours and your hands on the back of his neck.

“Inside,” Matthew mutters against your lips, knowing if he didn’t stop himself now his new neighbors would get a show they didn’t ask for. You deserved better than that anyways. You snuck inside, your lips pressing kisses to Matthew’s neck while his arm stayed around your waist until you ended up in his bedroom. The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Matthew crawling on top of you, “I cannot believe that asshole let you slip through his fingers like that.”

“Make me forget about him then,” You let out a breath, Matthew smirking against your skin when you lit up that competitive fire he’d always had. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, Matthew taking the hint and grabbing it from the back of his neck to toss off. Matthew’s hands slid under your shirt, unhooking your bra and swirling his finger around your nipples, pulling a moan from you.

“You even moan pretty,” Matthew could believe it, knowing just how many dreams like this, but really hearing it was something else entirely. Matthew shed your clothes quickly, leaving you just in your panties while he pressed kisses against your skin, murmurs of praise left in their wake.

“Matty,” You whimper, tilting Matthew’s chin up from where it was nestling between your thighs, “No one’s ever made me cum like this before.”

Matthew swore he was going to blow right there. The way your eyes looked into his, a trust that you were giving him that it was becoming clear you’d never given anyone. If it was anyone else, Matthew’s cocky nature would have broken through, a challenge accepted attitude that he couldn’t have with you.

You weren’t nervous but it wasn’t some secret that Matthew got around, and admitting something that seemed as trivial as what you’d told him was a big deal to you. Matthew’s blue eyes were soft, a small smile on his face, “We’ll go slow baby.”

And slow it was, Matthew was patient, trying to figure out what was going to get you off. His tongue was lapping at your core slowly, smirking at the way you squirmed whenever he got close to your clit. Your hands were in his hair, curling his overgrown hair around your fingers. Matthew’s tongue flicked your clit, your soft grip on his curls tighter, “Fuck, sorry-”

“Keep tugging on them,” Matthew groans against you, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine. His fingers were digging into your thighs, undoubtedly leaving a mark to worry about later, but you didn’t care. Matthew was eating your pussy like it was his last fucking meal, growing harder from the way you were moaning his name. You were close, your hips lifting off the bed and Matthew’s hands against your stomach to keep you right where you were. The only sounds echoing through that house were the ones from your orgasm, washing over you while Matthew finally pulled away. His finger swiped your core, sucking your cum off his finger, “Fucking delicious…”

You could feel the heat on your cheeks, holding your arm over your face from Matthew’s praise. He let out a light laugh, pulling your arm down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t be insecure, when you’re with me you don’t have to be.”

You didn’t have a second to process his words, the way say with me like this was something meant to last more than a night, because Matthew’s lips were back on yours. Your hand snuck between you, palming him through his sweats and swallowing the groan with your lips, “I want to try something.”

Matthew’s brows raised, letting you push him onto his back without a fight. You’d never been the most confident in the bedroom, and you really never tried anything that wasn’t missionary, but something about Matthew’s praise had your head held high. You grind your hips against him, a smug smile on Matthew’s face, “You’ve never been on top before?”

You shook your head no, biting your lip and waiting for why have you had the most boring sex life imaginable laugh that should have followed. It never came, instead Matthew’s hands gripped your hips and lifted you up so he could kick off his sweats and boxers. His hand fell, searching through his bedside table for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it onto his cock. He tapped your clit with the head, his thumb that was still gripping you was rubbing softly against your skin, “Whenever you’re ready babe.”

Matthew watched you sink yourself onto him slowly, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon because this was hotter than anything he could have imagined. All of those fantasies included finding out you were secretly dirty as hell, but finding out you weren’t and the trust you seemed to give Matthew because he’d never done you wrong was even sexier. Matthew’s hands guided your hips slowly, his head thrown back from the pleasure, “Am I doing good?”

“You’re doing fucking wonderful baby,” Matthew groans, grabbing a fistful of your ass. You moan, falling forward and kissing Matthew’s jaw lightly. He threw his arm around your back, fucking up into you at faster pace, “I want you cum again, c’mon.”

“Matty, I-” You whimper, a protest that you didn’t think you had another one in you until your pussy clenched around him. Your legs were shaking, Matthew stopping himself before he got too rough with you. You caught your breath for a second, Matthew pushing your hair away from your face so he could kiss you. His kisses were gentle, a stark contrast from the fact that his cock was still buried inside of you. You tried to move, grind your hips against his to get him off like he’d just done to you, but your hips bucked from the sensitivity.

“Slow down babe,” Matthew hums, his large hand rubbing your back gently, “We’ll get there.”

Getting there wasn’t hard at all. Not after Matthew had you on your back so he could keep fucking you. You looked beautiful, moaning his own name below him like you’d never said anyone’s name like that. Matthew’s head was tucked into your neck, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room until he finally came with a loud groan.

When you finally came down from the after sex high, a realization washed over you. You’d had sex with your best friend’s brother. The same brother you’d spend years of your life with. Matthew walked into his bathroom, grabbing you a warm washcloth and a clean shirt from his closet. He got back into his room, glancing at the way you were looking around his room with his sheets over your chest unsure of whether or not you should leave. Matthew leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I want you to stay.”

“You don’t have to let me-” You start to protest, a weird feeling in your chest you couldn’t quite describe. You were a relationship type, hook ups weren’t your playing field and you knew Matthew lived by them. You never forgot it either, the way he slugged back a beer and looked Brady and yourself dead in the eyes and told you he swore he wasn’t built to last more than a night. Matthew chuckles, cleaning you up and throwing his shirt over your frame. He laid down next to you, pulling you against his chest and kissing your shoulder.

“I want you to stay here,” Matthew assures you, smiling wide when you tucked yourself into his side.

Hey Matty?

Yeah?

Don’t tell Brady about this.

Secret’s safe with me Y/N.

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Insufferable

A/N: The long-awaited flashback is here! It's short, but it is here! I hope this can really show the turning point in Jungkook's and MC's relationship and I would love to hear everyone's thoughts. As usual, tips are not required but greatly appreciate. Hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night!

Note: This is a part (specifically a flashback) of The Household's Bunny series, so I recommend reading at least the Prologue before this one

Word count: 3.6k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Summary: Roommates are bound to have arguments, especially when one of them is as temperamental as Jungkook, but you didn't expect the first argument to get so unbelievably personal.

Warnings: abandonment issues, mommy issues, allusions to past abuse, family issues, crying, yelling, vomiting, panic attack, exhaustion, some soft yandere thoughts, some possessiveness, jungkook is mean and the MC gets a little mean too

There was something so constricting about memories of a shitty childhood. There were times when looking in the mirror felt like searching for the child in you so you could give her the hug she desperately needed. There were times when waking up felt like a check to make sure you were no longer in the home you had to grow up in far too quickly. However, the comfort of being in a different home only came so far when you didn't have anyone beside you or even emotionally available enough to talk to.

You stayed in bed for hours before it felt like a good idea to move, almost waiting for the mirage of change to fade before it brought you back to the gym with your mom or your uncle's apartment littered with whiskey bottles and leaky tear ducts.

Sometimes putting your best foot forward each day felt so hard with all-consuming loneliness clinging to your heels.

You had started your day going through your memory box. Hindsight said that was a poor idea. The box was a sure way to get you into a bad mood. You liked to think you breezed past all the stages of grief, but just because you accepted reality didn't make it hurt any less. The box was a strong reminder of that much as it sat with a melancholic aura. The creme color faded and the thorned vines connected to roses only added to the malicious undertones of its existence to your mental health. It was full of childhood photos, your birth certificate, school achievements, and the last known address your mom had.

Ah, your mom. What a way to bring clouds to your sunny day. You don’t know why you put yourself through the turmoil of the memory box. Maybe you were hoping it would be easier by now. You were always wrong. Looking through childhood photos and finding no love in the eyes of your mother when she looked at you and watching the love in your uncle’s eyes fade with your mother’s presence. You got to the fated birthday card, thumb rubbing over the defunct address longingly. You held the envelope in your hand, inspecting the birthday card she sent you. Three words in the repetitive note written on the inside caught your eye, and not the ones you so desperately wanted from her.

Feeling a familiar pressure behind your eyes, you tossed the card aside and stood. It was time to eat, go on a walk, do anything other than this. You found your way to the kitchen and came across a silent and solemn Jungkook. His jaw was clenched, but it felt like it always was around you.

Your relationship with Jungkook so far was not very complicated, in the way it was nonexistent. He either didn’t care about talking to you or he actively didn’t want to, you really couldn’t tell. This didn’t stop you from trying, though. Like an idiot.

“I’m making food, did you want any?” You asked from your place seated on the couch, and the silence that was his response for deafening, “Okaaaay.” You sang awkwardly, “I just know that you usually don’t eat throughout the day and-”

“And what do you know?!” He snapped, blinded by his pure and unbridled, but most important unprovoked, rage of you. Your eyes widened and your body jumped. Holy shit, you had never heard him yell like this, “You don’t know anything about me, or in general, so just stop trying so fucking hard!” He was harsh in his tone and it lit your whole nervous system on fire. What the hell did you do to him?

You shook your head, not sure why he was yelling about, but it made your throat feel like it was going to close, “Look, I was just trying to be polite, but you don’t need to talk about me like you understand-”

“Understand?! What’s there to understand?” He challenged, eyes wide like he was expecting you to say something but he continued, “You’re some spoiled girl living here rent-free because your precious dad doesn’t want to take care of you.”

Your heart caught in your throat as it shattered. He was right, your dad didn't want to take care of you, but not in the way he thought. Why was he doing this? Has he genuinely felt this way all along? Was he just holding in his anger until you poked the bear a little too hard? “You don’t need to yell at me.” You stated firmly and it seemed to only make things worse.

“And you don’t need to fucking be here in the first place!” He spoke, temper long lost and you could hear his voice mix in with Jungyoon’s, all he needed was a bottle of whisky and a set of calloused hands, “You didn’t need to fucking live here-”

“You don’t know anything about me.” You spat out. Now, you were losing your temper. You could take a beating, but for only so long, especially as an adult, "And it's not like you're paying rent either, so what do you know about me or my living arrangements?" You hissed and you watched his eyes flare, making you nearly regret your provocation.

“No, but I know how you look naked-”

“Fuck you.” You spit the word out at him, something you haven’t done to another person for a while “Don’t weaponize my work or play a game that you absolutely will lose.” You warned, “I know all about you, and I can use that, because you’ve been a star since you were 15, and that sucks, that makes you mad, doesn’t it?” Your temper effectively lost as you ripped into the rage-filled man before you, “Yet you don’t know anything about me, and that must piss you the fuck off, huh?” You stood from the couch, tears building in your eyes before you could stop it.

“I know enough, spoiled rich girl.” He seethed and you laughed humorlessly at this worldwide pop star calling you spoiled and rich.

“Not only are you wrong, but you’re also a poor listener.” You shot back, “I’ve told you all before Jungyoon isn’t my fucking dad, he’s my uncle.” His mouth opened but you cut him off before he could start, “He can’t stand the sight of me so he travels for work.” Your tears are undoubtedly falling, but you can’t stop, “And you’re talking to me like this because what? You had a scandal or something?” You gave him his chance to talk and boy, he took it.

“Mona told me you know your mom.” His voice was like venom, “So, why the fuck are you here? You have your blood relatives.” He exaggerated the word like it meant anything to you, “Why are you here, disrupting our lives, acting like an innocent orphan girl around actual fucking orphans-”

“I never said I was or acted like an orphan!” You exclaimed incredulously before scoffing, “That’s why you’re mad? Because you never knew your mom and I did? Because I know who my blood family is?” You could laugh at how ridiculous that was, “I know them, so what? Where does that get me?” You looked at him expectantly but he didn’t talk, “I knew my mom, and guess what? She just didn’t fucking want me.” He was silent, but you still couldn’t stop, “I’m sure if your mom could’ve got to know you, she would’ve kept you, because you’re not insufferable to be around, you’re just a fucking asshole.” You wiped at your cheeks furiously, “But me? I had 15 years to prove myself and it still wasn’t enough. I still wasn’t enough. Jungyoon never wanted me either, he got stuck with me and had to cope.” Your voice began to break and you had to take a breath, “I was the insufferable one, so-” You stopped, finally as you regained your sense of reality and watched Jungkook who had an unreadable expression and the realization of the word vomit you spilled out to him hit you like a train as you exhaled quickly, rage in your voice quickly replaced with soft melancholy “I am the insufferable one here, so there.” You shrugged, face a wet mess, “Hope that brings you peace.” Your stomach was churning as you turned on your heel, unable to hold in your sobs. You couldn’t bear the awkwardness of waiting for the elevator so you opted to take the stairs.

You sobbed louder as the door slammed shut behind you, but you didn’t want to linger so you bolted down the stairs, the bile in your stomach signaling that you needed to find the nearest trashcan and quickly. You made it to the ground floor and spilled your guts into the small trashcan. Yelling always made you unbelievably ill, whether it was getting yelled at or yelling, the sickness it made you feel overflowed. The yelling only reminded you of-

You vomited again at the mere thought. You cried harder when you finally finished, breathing becoming staggered as you began to panic.

Fuck, they’re gonna kick you out, and then you’ll be alone again. You lost your temper, people don’t like other people who lose their temper. Why couldn’t you just mind your own fucking business and leave him be? You’re stupid. Why do you think you’ve been alone all your life? It’s because people don’t want to be near you. You’re-

“Insufferable.” You mumbled, numb, even if for only a moment.

Sure, Jungkook provoked you, but you knew better. You didn't go to therapist after therapist throughout your adolescence for nothing. You felt as if you set yourself back eons after that outburst. He didn't need to know all that about you, ever. He probably didn't even care to know, and you said it anyway, like you were gunning for gold in the trauma Olympics. You didn't want to minimize his struggles, you just wanted him to shut up and stop yelling at you. You let your eyes flutter closed as you cried. How can you complain about being alone when you're like this?

You don’t know how long you stayed there, sitting next to a trash can full of your vomit as you wallowed in your self-hatred. The all-consuming loneliness the boisterous house subdued returning with full force. Jungkook was right. You didn’t need to be here. You were only disrupting their routine.

You blew out a sigh as you staggered to the elevator, fully set on going up to your room and crying yourself to sleep after you clean up. You brought the trashcan with you, not having the heart to just leave your puke down there. You thanked your lucky stars when Jungkook was no longer on the second floor as you went to the kitchen and rinsed your mouth before going to take out the trash and take out your burnt oven pizza. Finally, you were headed back up to your floor. You watched the numbers tick by with tired eyes. You glared at the empty trashcan, electing to take it with you instead of making the trip back down to put it back. Surely, they wouldn’t need it for a few hours.

The elevator dinged as you grabbed the black plastic bin and then you were met with Jungkook. Relief flashed across his face before irritation settled on it, “Where the fuck were you?!” He asked hurriedly as you trudged past him, too exhausted to fight. You were running on autopilot the whole way up here, and you couldn’t bear another spat.

“I was on the first floor.” Your voice was low, trying to communicate you were done arguing as you lifted the bin as proof. You then set it down and went to your bathroom and began brushing your teeth.

He scoffed, “You were on the first floor for 30 minutes?” He asked as if he caught you in a lie but you nodded as you rinsed your mouth.

You were down there for thirty minutes? No wonder you felt so tired.

“Yep.” You popped the last letter before correcting yourself, “Well, I spent like 10 minutes cleaning up that bin, so not exactly.”

“Why?” He asked as if you were being ridiculous, as if he wasn’t the one on your floor demanding answers.

“I vomited.” You spoke simply and before he could ask, “Yelling makes me puke.” You were so blase about it he sighed in frustration.

You walked to your room and froze when you saw your memory box strewn about, and it was like a dam broke all over again. You looked at the photos, at the eager little girl looking for love in places she would never find it.

Old habits die hard.

Before you could even stop yourself, you sunk to your knees in garbled sobs and broken cries, “Hey, hey, wait.” Jungkook’s shaky voice did nothing to bring you back to reality as you cried. His hands placed themselves on your shoulder, making you flinch violently, much to his horror.

Fuck, he didn’t know how to do this. He didn’t know why you were crying, but he knew it was his fault, at least in part. Even if at this moment it wasn’t, his outburst surely didn’t help. Fuck, he’s so dumb. Fuck, he shouldn’t have talked to Mona just moments before seeing you.

The envy of even seeing your own mother’s face ate up at him and he took it out on you. Not to mention that he made you vomit from the yelling. He suddenly felt more like an arrogant asshole than he did before as his hands now hovered over your form and he took a moment to look at your room.

Scattered on the floor were childhood photos and ribbons from competitions. Things Mona kept in her own house, having a whole wall filled with every one of their achievements. Even Jin had a photo album of their things. And you, you kept all these for yourself. You were the only one who cared enough to save these things and he wondered how much you threw away to maintain space in the small empty box. Fuck, he didn’t know how to do this.

You sighed shakily, “You can just go.” You cried, “You don’t have to be here.” You don’t know what he could possibly gain from watching you cry.

“I know.” His voice was calm, even, “Can I help you up?” He asked and you wanted to look up at him in confusion but you didn't want him to see your tears.

You both had just ripped into each other, and here he was, wanting to help you. Why would he do that? Why would he stay when he doesn't have to? Why would he want to help you up after a fight?

Too tired to even think about questioning him and no longer angry at him, you simply scoffed, “Can you?” You sighed, not having the energy to stroke his ego and stand up without his help.

You never let people bear your dead weight, not wanting the awkwardness if they couldn’t carry you, but right now, you just wanted to lay down.

He snorted lightly, happy to hear anything other than a sob for you, “Don’t worry about me, you just cry and mind your business.” He spoke lightly, and the comment made you fight a smile. Then, he lifted you with so much ease, you figured he was trying to show off as he placed you on the bed. He looked at you after he sat on the floor before his eyes caught onto the gold foil of a 16th birthday card. You were wiping at your face as he read the card against his better judgment.

I know you must be confused, and I can’t help that. I wish I could pretend to be a mom, but I can’t. I can’t be your mom, and I never should have tried. It would be best if we forgot each other. I just can’t keep pretending, and I know you can see it, even if you don’t want to.

I’m so tired.

-Mom

Now, he felt even more like an asshole. He also felt a little bit angry that your mother could just leave you behind without so much as saying sorry. She wrote like she was a teenager and you were her mother. She obviously didn't put much thought into the seemingly last message to her daughter and it made his heartbreak for you, “That was the last I heard of her.” You snapped him from his thoughts and he looked at your puffy face, “She had left months earlier, and then I got that, but she moved before I could try to see her one more time.” There was a distant ache in your words as you looked at Jungkook sitting amongst your memories.

“Is she… still alive?” He asked, not sure why he felt the need to know.

“Not sure, but it doesn’t make much of a difference, I guess.” You blew out a sigh, before looking at your papers and folded posterboards, “I was cleaning out my memory box, and I’m not sure why I do it when I know it just upsets me.” You could still feel tears leaking from your eyes as Jungkook picked up a photo of you on your 14th birthday, posed between Jungyoon and your mom. You had a bright smile on your face and they looked at the camera with a tight expression, “You can really see how much they didn’t want to be there, but that's the happiest they look in all of the photos.”

He wanted to say you were wrong, but he could see it. He could see the happy little girl trying to make up for the unhappy adults around her. He knew he should’ve asked Mona why Jungyoon didn’t try to call or visit or why she was so eager to take you in if you knew your family. He should’ve just known better. Yeah, he understood how it felt to be alone growing up, they all did, but by the time they were all 17 they had a home that wanted them. You were going to graduate from college soon and you still felt unwanted.

No thanks to him.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted and you looked at him with wide eyes, “For being an asshole, I’m sorry- and for making you cry. I just…” He shrugged, “You’re right. I was jealous you knew your mom and I already was suspicious of you and I- I’m dumb, and I’m sorry.” He looked at you, eyes a bit glossy and you wondered when was the last time someone apologized for making you cry.

“It’s okay.” You smiled weakly, “You are dumb, but that’s okay.” You chuckled when he frowned, but eventually, he also broke into a short laugh, “I think… we’ve felt a lot of the same things in different ways, so I can’t blame you.” He wondered how you could be so forgiving, and he was scared of how many times that has gotten you hurt, “I like living here and I like all of you, so I hope I can get you all to like me too, even if just a little.”

“Don’t accept less than you deserve.” He spoke firmly before he started picking up your memory box, putting things neatly back in.

“Wh-”

He waved his hands nonchalantly, “You, sleep, I’ll clean this up and order some food.” He didn’t look at you as he said this, mostly to hide his blush, "If...If you want, I can give this to Jin. He has a whole place he keeps our stuff like this… he's really sentimental." He stumbled, still refusing to look at you.

However, he jumped when he heard you hiccup a cry. Ready to apologize, Jungkook was just about to turn to look at you until he heard you speak, "That… That sounds very sweet of you to do." You wiped a sentimental tear away as the blushing boy remained frozen.

"It's Jin's hobby, not mine." He deflected before waving his hand at you, "Sleep, I said." He frantically demanded.

You could see his ears getting red and you smiled, “Yes, sir.” You mocked in your work voice and made him freeze for a moment as you erupted into giggles while he whined, “Okay, okay, I’ll sleep.”

Eventually, you surrendered to your exhaustion as he delicately put away your papers and photos. He hummed lightly, smiling as he came across your debate team awards. No wonder he lost the fight before it even started. He turned around after lifting the box and sighed almost dreamily as he watched your sleeping face. You were beautiful, delicate, and puffy from the tears. He had the urge to keep apologizing for being such an asshole, but after looking through your achievements and your photos, he resolved to just keep proving it.

He wouldn’t let you get hurt again. Not by him or anyone, especially your mother, even Jungyoon was on thin ice.

His blood boiled at the thought of your mother for a reason he couldn’t understand. His hand extended shakily as he pulled the covers up to your shoulder and you hummed contently, making his heart melt a bit at the little smile you had. He wouldn’t fuck up with you again, not like this. He would be nice, at least a little, and first and foremost, he would order food you liked.

He froze.

Fuck, what food do you like?

He relaxed. Well, he could just ask the guys.

Fuck, they’re gonna ask questions.

Fuck, they’re gonna kill him when they found out he made you cry.

He looked back at your sleeping form, not having the heart to wake you up. He sighed, looks like he’ll just have to bite the bullet. He dreaded each moment as he quickly made an untitled group chat with the guys since you were added to their original one. He could only hope Taehyung wouldn’t change the group chat name to something stupid.

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