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wqnwoos · 3 months

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jeonghan thinks that having you as his roommate is possibly one of the best and worst things that’s happened to him.

you are, by far, the best roommate he’s ever had. you’re clean. not too loud. you don’t disturb him when he’s sleeping, you don’t take food from the fridge that’s clearly his and you never leave your dishes in the sink.

coming from sharing with soonyoung, seungkwan and seokmin, jeonghan doesn’t think his living situation could get any better.

or at least, he didn’t. now he’s starting to realise he has a problem, and that problem is his teensy tiny crush on you.

because not only are you clean and hygienic, you’re also nice. incredibly nice — and incredibly gorgeous, and jeonghan really doesn’t think it’s fair that you tick all three boxes so easily. and yeah, maybe it’s not the biggest crush, but it certainly doesn’t help when you go around doing stupidly endearing things, like tripping over the rug that’s been there since you moved in, or dancing when you’re cooking dinner.

or baking at odd hours of the evening — because when he gets home at nearing midnight after hanging out at joshua’s house, he can hear you clattering around the kitchen from the doorway. you don’t see him when he first enters the room, eyes fixated on the measuring scale in front of you, as you pour brown sugar into a bowl.

“what are you doing?”

you jump when you hear his voice, somehow knocking a wooden spoon to the ground with your elbow as you yelp. “when did you get here?”

“just now.” jeonghan leans against the doorway with narrowed eyes. “do you know what time it is?”

“i’m — i’m stress-baking,” you enunciate, with heavy, deliberate emphasis. “it’s relieving my stress.”

jeonghan directs a dubious glance around the kitchen. there’s a pile of flour on the counter that should definitely be in some sort of packet; chocolate chips are sprinkled across the surface; there are at least seven different dirty bowls in the sink. “is it?”

you let out a deflated sigh, rubbing at your nose and leaving an adorable smudge of flour on the top. sourly, you admit —“no.”

jeonghan pushes off the doorframe, helping himself to a handful of chocolate chips before you can bat away his hand with the wooden spoon. “so, darling roommate of mine,” he begins, lifting himself onto the few clean inches of the surface. “why are we stress baking at such an hour?”

your nose wrinkles, and you avoid his gaze with admirable intensity. “i don’t want to talk about it.”

jeonghan prides himself on knowing when to push and when not to push. he can tell, even after knowing you for only a matter of months, that you’re not ready to talk about it yet. this exact scenario, late-night, stress-fuelled baking, has happened a few times before. and, right on schedule —

“you should go to bed,” you say after a moment. but your voice wavers ever so slightly, and jeonghan knows that even though you’d never ask, you don’t want to be alone right now.

“what, so you can stress yourself out all alone?” he asks lightly. “not a chance.”

so he sits there and talks to you as you finish up your cookies, stealing chocolate chips and laughing when you scowl at him, and then offering them to you at the last second. he puts them in the oven for you because somehow, despite your nocturnal hobbies, you’re yet to invest in oven mitts, and he doesn’t want you to get burnt.

sometimes, jeonghan considers telling you how he feels. sometimes, like now, when it’s late at night and his logical thinking is dulled, and you’re laughing at all his jokes, even the stupid ones, and everything feels so indescribably right — jeonghan feels like he’s spilling over. he feels like sometimes there’s a light in your eyes when you look at him, smile with him, that makes him think that reciprocation is more than a possibility — it’s a probability.

but he won’t. he knows he won’t, not yet. maybe one day, maybe sooner than he thinks, but not yet. for now, he just slips off the counter to dry the dishes when you wash them. to flick soap at your eyes and blow bubbles with you and connect his phone to the bluetooth speaker and coax you into dancing with him in the middle of the kitchen until your brows are no longer furrowed and your smile feels fuller than it was when he walked in. until the cookies are done, golden-brown and warm and sweet, just how he feels on nights like this.

edit: if you’d like to read a sequel to this couple, in my head this drabble is about them getting together :)

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6ix9inewiturmom · 28 days

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The Scare- Chris Sturniolo

Summary: you end up having one of the biggest pregnancy scares of your life while chris is in boston

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, use of Y/N, talks of sex, taking a pregnancy test

A/n: may be tmi but lowkey relate to this so this was easy to write LMFAOO, ENJOY

PSA: DO NOT USE MY WORK FOR “inspiration” OR ANYTHING ELSE!!

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Chris has been in Boston for the last 2 weeks, and he's finally coming home. I decided to shower and shave before he came home because that man is the most sexually active 20-year-old I've ever met, the Facetime sex at 3 am for him isn't nearly enough to satisfy both of our needs.

After my hour-long shower, I'm digging through my shared bathroom with Chris in an attempt to find my body lotion to prevent my dry ass skin in this heat when I find my box of tampons, which got me thinking I haven't had a period in a while and Chris and I aren't the safest people when it comes to sex because neither of us can even remember to put a condom on, it always fucks up my mood.

“Shit,” I say to my self.

Chris and I are only 20 and with his career there's no fucking way in HELL we can have a kid or even raise a kid, I am nowhere near ready to raise an actual child.

I open my Flo app and see the little circle that's normally red is grey ‘1 week late’

“Shit shit shit,” I say out loud again, panicking.

I can't keep it from him, he's gonna see the pregnancy test in the trash. Would he be mad if I kept it from him? Should I just tell him? Should I go to Tara?

After about 30 minutes of standing in the bathroom looking at the message in my phone, panicking about what to do, I just decided I was gonna tell Chris, he loves me, and we've talked about having kids way later in life anyway, he couldn't be mad.

I finally built up the courage and got dressed in a pair of tight ripped jeans and a baby tee, with some Converse, and sat on the couch waiting for Chris to come home going through Tiktok and whatever else was on my phone.

“BABY IM HOME” Chris yells from the stairs

I squeal in excitement as I spot Chris and run towards him. Jumping into his arms, he effortlessly lifts me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Umm Y/N there are other people here too you know? Also, Chris get out of the fucking way so we can fucking put our shit down” Nick says in annoyance.

“Well hello to you too Nick,” I say jumping out of Chris’ arms moving out of the doorway, and letting Matt and Nick come inside the house.

“Sorry babes, we've all been up since about 6 am Boston time trying to catch our flight we almost missed because your fucking boyfriend wouldn't get the hell out of bed” Nick replies sending me a soft smile and giving me a soft hug.

“To be fair none of us went to bed at a decent time, mom was making sure we had everything packed so we didn't leave anything behind” matt defends.

“Thank you, Matt, now Y/N do you wanna take a nap? I know we were gonna go out to dinner but I'm very fucking jet lagged and kinda just want to order dinner and watch movies with you” Chris wraps his arms around my waist nuzzling his head between my neck as my hands rest on his shoulders.

“Thats fine with me i don't mind” i pull away from his embrace and smile at him.

Chris grabs his luggage and my hand and guides me to our shared bedroom. As we enter the room he seats his luggage down and plops on the bed letting out a groan of frustration.

“I have missed this damn bed, don't ask me how I slept in that bed at my mom's house for god knows how long because this one is so much more comfortable,” Chris says adjusting the way he's laying to rest his head down on the pillows. “Now after 2 weeks of no sex and just my right hand, I'm gonna need to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you” he smirks at me patting his lap and signaling me to sit on it.

“Yeah so about that” give him an awkward smile “So I didn't know how to approach this to you, 'cause you know we're not the most responsible sexually active humans” I start babbling getting nervous of his reaction based on the puzzled look on his face.

“Y/N what the hell are you getting at? cause if you don’t wanna have sex with me right now that’s fine just say that, but considering our last facetime call the constant ‘oh chris i need your cock’ was really misleading to me” he says with a puzzled faced.

“Chris i’m late” i breathe out.

“late for what? did we have reservations for dinner? did you have something for work?” he says with frustration in his voice.

“No Chris my period, I'm late, my period is LATE, I'm 1 week late today,” I say aggressively from his lack of acknowledgement.

“wait we haven’t had sex in 2 weeks? i’m confused” he sits up moving to the edge of the bed.

“last time we had sex i was ovulating, remember when i told you like a while ago that if im ovulating means im FERTILE?” i say in frustration.

“Fuck” he runs his fingers through his hair “Did you take a test? Do you know for sure that you are pregnant?” he questions

“No, and no, I didn't wanna take a test without you, and I for SURE didn't wanna hide it from you,” I say softly sitting next to him on the bed.

“So why the hell are you freaking out now? You don't know for sure that you are” he asks placing his head in his hands.

“Because you and I are nowhere near ready for a fucking kid Chris, your career, and my inability to even fucking care for myself some days, yeah there's no fucking way I can care for a child who can't even speak on its emotions, Chris” I stand up out of frustration and start pacing.

I can tell Chris obviously got upset with my statement about our ability to care for a child but i was stressed and honestly wasn't thinking.

"I want you to know that I care about you deeply, Y/N. If you are indeed pregnant, please know that I will do everything in my power to support you and our child. Even if it means giving up my career, I will do it willingly. Let's go get a pregnancy test and we can talk about everything else later, okay? I am here for you, and I will always be." he says, his voice filled with empathy and understanding as he gently cups my cheeks in his hands, rubbing them softly up and down and warm smile spreads across his face.

As our eyes meet, a warm smile spreads across his face and I can't help but return it. He takes my hand in his and gently guides me towards the living room, his grip firm yet gentle. The coolness of his skin against mine sends shivers down my spine.

“Girl, were you guys arguing? Normally after we come home from Boston it's all ‘Oh Chris more, more’ typically a traumatic event” Nick says mocking me with a smile plastered across his face.

“Y/N and I are running to CVS so well be back in a little,” Chris says walking him and me down the stairs and to my car.

The drive to CVS was filled with a bunch of conversations and laughter, talking about if I was pregnant how we would raise our child, and Chris talking about the dad jokes he's gonna have, and considering he's a triplet he carries the genetic that I'm probably gonna twins or triplets.

“How many of these things do we need? What brand is best? why are there so many options?” Chris says holding 3 boxes of pregnancy tests and struggling to figure out which one to pick “fuck it why don't we buy all of them and use one pack tonight then we'll have the extra on hand in case our irresponsibility gets the best of us” he continues.

Chris and I walked up to the front counter and dropped the boxes of tests. The worker behind the counter took a look at the tests and then looked back at us, giving us a fake smile. After ringing up the purchase, we made our way to my car.

“So do you think you are pregnant?” Chris says breaking the silence.

“I mean normally my cycles are normal and a week late is not normal at all but it could be my hormones changing or something, but I do wanna make sure,” I say glancing at Chris nervously biting his nails.

“You were right about how irresponsible we are with our sex lives but when we first started fucking we knew the risk of everything and I mean our kids would be pretty cute,” he says placing his hand on my leg and rubbing a small circle with his thumb.

Chris and I pulled up into the driveway. As we got out of the car, he held my hand tightly and carried the CVS bag in the other hand as we made our way into the house and up the staircase.

“did you get any snacks?” Nick says eating a bowl of popcorn on the couch with Matt watching the most random movie on Netflix.

“Uhm no I just got a couple of personal things” I say nervously holding up the bag and sending a warm smile to Nick.

Chris and I pretty much B lined to the bathroom, anxiously “So which one do we use?” Chris says looking down at the boxes.

“Just give me the one that says Clearblue” i say softly laughing as Chris opens the box for me and inspects it before handing me the little stick.

“Do you want me to hold the stick while you piss? I'm sorry I have no idea how these things work” he says laughing allowing his back to slide down the wall and sit with his back against the shower door.

“Chris it's fine i know how to use these, believe me my friends in highschool weren't the most responsible either” I say laughing beginning to pee on the little white and blue stick.

“So how long do we wait?” Chris says helping me take a seat on the floor next to him.

“5 minutes” I breathe out setting a 5-minute timer on my phone and leaning my head against the shower door.

As we sat in the bathroom, waiting for the pregnancy test to show its result, the silence felt palpable. It wasn't an awkward silence, but rather a deafening one that seemed to fill the entire room. With just the two of us present, we anxiously waited for the five minutes to pass.

“Would it be a bad thing if I wanted it to be positive?” Chris chuckles.

“I wouldn't necessarily say a bad thing, there's a part of me that kind of wants it to be positive too” i smile back at Chris.

The alarm on my phone quickly broke the once-loving moment sending us into a panic. Chris and I stand up walking to the counter.

“Wait should we film it in case you are then we could always have it if you could be pregnant?” Chris’ gaze softens as he looks at me.

“Chris not the time” I softly laugh out.

“Right,” he nods smiling back at me. “WAIT” he grabs my hand “Whatever happens, I love you,” he says in a serious tone.

With a warm smile, I gaze lovingly at him and reciprocate his affectionate words, "I love you too Christopher." However, my attention is quickly drawn towards the counter where the pregnancy test lays face down, taunting my nerves. With trembling hands, I muster up the courage to pick it up and slowly turn it around to face me, my heart pounding in anticipation of the result.

‘Not Pregnant’

“YES, MORE CREAMPIES” Chris shrieks wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up, and spinning me around as I giggle out of excitement.

He carefully seats me down back flat on my feet. Our moment was quickly interrupted by both Nick and Matt barging through the door.

“ARE YOU GUYS- wait is that a pregnancy test? Y/N ARE YOU PREGNANT?” Nick yelled as Matt's eyes widened at the little blue stick in my hands.

“Please for the love of god, I don't want a little Chris running around, or two, or even three” Matt places his hand on his forehead.

“No she is not” Chris chuckles at the boys’ comment.

“THANK YOU,” matt and nick say in unison.

“Wrap it before you tap it next time Chris,” Nick says walking away and back to the living room.

“Now I'll say it again, after 2 weeks of Facetime sex I would like to absolutely fuck your brains out” Chris says smirking down at me.

“Please do” I smile as he picks me up gripping the backs of my thighs as my legs wrap around his waist leading me to the bedroom.

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A/N pt 2: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THISSSSSS AND TYSM TO @cosmicmistake42069 FOR THIS INSPIRATION!!

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bones4thecats · 1 month

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May I ask for riddle Rose Hearts Floyd and Jade with kianna komori

But in this scenario they find her on the ground suffocating and choking since she hasn't drinking blood

In a week

They Find Their Vampire! S/O Dying

Type of Writing: Request Name: They Find Their Vampire! S/O Dying Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Floyd Leech, and Jade Leech Requester: @nunezs-stuff

A/N: I mainly did this as their S/O being a vampire, since it just made a bunch of sense to me. But, I do hope you enjoy this! By the way, if any of y’all wanna know who ‘Kianna Komori’ is, just go to the requester’s account and you can find both old and updated content on her OC.

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Kianna Komori/Vampire! Reader ; Passes Out While Studying

❤️ Because of your past-life at that damned mansion, you had refused to tell anybody of what you had become years prior to you joining Night Raven College

❤️ Riddle was unfortunately one of the people you had to hold this back from

❤️ But, like everything else in your life, it all came crashing down and igniting in flames

" Y/N? Are you alright? "

❤️ Looking up in shock, you smiled nervously as your felt yourself get paler by the second while your teeth slowly grew larger and larger

" Y-yeah, I'm perfectly fine! " " My Rose, I do not appreciate being lied to. Do tell, what is wrong with you. " " Riddle, I said I'm fine, why would I lie about something so foolish? "

❤️ Shutting his science book, Riddle trekked closer to you and laid a hand on your forehead. And as he moved his limbs and blinked, he was unknowing to the fact that you were holding yourself back from biting him at full-force

❤️ While he spoke of your symptoms, you began to feel lightheaded, your eyelids drooping as he dug around a small box of books of potions or other remedies that may help you with your symptoms

❤️ When Riddle heard the sound of something hitting the table, he turned around and gasped as he noticed your head against the hardwood table as your breathing began to slow

❤️ It took both Trey to get the College’s nurse and Riddle with the assistance of Cater to move you onto the ground to even try calming your boyfriend down

❤️ Riddle was shocked to hear from the nurse that you weren’t a human, rather a humanoid-being known as the Vampire. And when he heard this, he looked down at your unconscious but hanging-in-there form on the bed and grabbed your hand as Trey and Cater walked outside with the medical professional

" Why would you hide something so important from me, love? "

Kianna Komori/Vampire! Reader ; Passes Out While Talking To A Friend

🎭 Floyd does not like to be apart from you for very long, it’s just something he hates. But, his brother and childhood friend had won the game of hide-and-seek fair and square so… he guesses he’ll have to wait before squishing you in a hug

🎭 As his shift neared the end, Jade sighed and smiled at his twin before saying he could retreat for the day, as he could finish it himself

🎭 Smiling and yelling his thanks as he ran out, Floyd practically teleported to your location, and he scared the living crap out of every person he passed

🎭 But, seeing how uncomfortable you looked around that person made his blood boil slightly

🎭 Why were you so uncomfortable looking?

" Y/N? Are you okay? You don’t seem well… " " Yeah, I’m fi…ne… "

🎭 Lunging forward, Floyd pushed the other Night Raven College student away with a fire burning in his eyes as he looked at you form with a face as serious as Malleus’

🎭 He lifted you up and began to run to the nurse’s main office in search of help, and thankfully they were there

" So, what you're saying is that Y/N is a Vampire? " " Correct, Mr. Ashengrotto. " " How odd… " " Y/N's not odd! They're just different… "

🎭 Azul and Jade looked at one another before asking the nurse to speak outside, and they gratefully followed, not wanting to see the eel-mer’s pity party while clinging to your sleeping form

🎭 Floyd lightly poked the small nasogastric tube as it laid in your nose, feeding you the blood that you were desperately in need of

" You're gonna talk about this when you wake up, Y/N… "

Kianna Komori/Vampire! Reader ; Passes Out While Hiking

( and yes, I had him nickname the reader after types of mushrooms. Bite me. )

🍄 Jade was not amused with the fact that he couldn’t find any of the new mushroom species he read about

🍄 While he did offer for you to trail back to the College because of how long this trip may end up going, you refused and practically mentally battles to stay with him on the trail

🍄 His eyes narrowed as you began to stumble around lightly, and when he saw how you just shook your head from staring at some random squirrel with a hungry look

🍄 And what alarmed him slightly was the fact that your nails seemingly grew a hint pointier and then flatter as you snapped out of your gaze

" Milk-Cap? Are you alright back there? You look as if you were going to attack the young tree-rat back there~ " " Huh? Yep, perfectly fine! W-why? " " I already said why… are you truly okay? Fairy-Bonnet? Y/N- Y/N! "

🍄 Dropping his small basket of mushrooms to the ground, Jade lunged and grabbed you around your waist before grabbing his magic pen and teleporting back to the College and running towards the nurse’s office

🍄 I swear I have written nurse so many damn times now

🍄 Petting your head as a tube went down your nose and throat to feed you the blood you were needing to gain energy from, Jade internally cursed himself

🍄 How could he not realize what you were and what you needed?! You were bound to be pissed at him when you awoke

" I apologize for overlooking such an obvious detail, Y/N… I hope you can forgive me… "

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beetlejuicyy · 22 days

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Eraser | Ryomen Sukuna x reader

4. Vengeance

Summary: you give Sukuna a taste of his own medicine with Toji's help. is it the right move, though?

Warnings: galisht, toxicity, mentions of cheating

Word count: 4,005

Series Masterlist:

1. Ultimatum

2. Wash Away

3. Only memories

4. Vengeance

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Notes: i have to admit i never expected this story to get here when i wrote the first part. so thank you everyone who enjoys this i'm having so much fun!!

General Masterlist | Divider @rookthornesartistry

You’re the only one I want by my side.

For fifteen minutes you have been looking blankly at the pretty box on your bed. A deliveryman showed up in front of your door to deliver it, although you didn’t remember placing any order. The prettiest dress you’ve ever seen, even more beautiful in reality than the pictures you saw on the internet, was carefully folded with a handwritten note on top.

Wear this for me, if you come. I hope you will.

Your heart was beating, a mix of excitement and indignation fighting inside your soul. Does he think a dress and a handwritten note is enough? But your legs were already weak, your anger melting with every minute your eyes looked back and forth from the dress to the note. It was a dress you showed him multiple times. There was no occasion in the near future to wear it, sparkly and revealing just enough, elegant and precious, it was too much even for a fancy dinner or the occasional parties he took you to. Not to mention the exorbitant price.

The standard invitation sent to everyone was hiding at the bottom of the box, under the dress. It was a formal party, celebrating the launch of his new business, at a fancy casino. The dress was perfect for the event. For three days you had been debating whether to go or not, the only thing keeping you from running back into Sukuna’s arms being your wish for something to change. You weren't quite sure what exactly yet.

Looking out the window of your kitchen, you saw the same car parked in front of the building, as always. The tough guy following your every move since your breakup was undoubtedly paid by Sukuna to keep an eye on you. He never blended in with any of the places you went, too tall and hunky, not even pretending to have any other reason for being in the same places as you. You weren’t scared of him, mostly because you knew he was Sukuna’s man.

You’re the only one I want by my side.

You could almost hear Sukuna say these words, although they were only written on a thick perfumed paper. As you still contemplated, you noticed the man with raven hair got out of the car. He was wearing a navy shirt that hugged his muscles in all the right places, the fabric stretching as his arms moved. He was having a smoke, with his back leaning against the car, looking up to the window illuminated by light where you were standing.

An idea sparked inside your mind, like a lightning bolt.

You couldn’t forgive Sukuna so easily. But if you could teach him a lesson that would bring you to an even ground that would make things easier. Fair.

When you got out of the apartment building, Toji was already inside the car. He watched you closely as you approached, your breasts jiggling softly with every step you took in your high heels. He licked his lips instinctively, as Sukuna’s warning echoed inside his brain.

I don’t pay you to fantasize about fucking my woman.

How could he not, though? That bastard knew your measurements so well since the dress was fitting your body perfectly, it was probably custom made. It was reflecting all the light coming from the streetlamps on your way to the car. Toji rolled down the window before you could reach him, placing his forearm on the sill.

“You’re Sukuna’s lapdog, right?” You asked, and he looked up at you. Such a pretty face for a pretty body. Feisty as well.

“I’m only doing what I’m paid for, doll.” He shrugged, waiting for your next move.

“Take me to him.”

You didn’t expect him to open the door for you or anything, but the ride was engulfed by an awkward silence. Toji was quite handsome, you admitted to yourself as you stole looks now and then. It made your plan easier to follow, since your eyes flew to his large hand on the steering wheel or to the scar across the corner of his lips.

“You’re Megumi’s dad, right?” You asked, wishing to spark some conversation. He looked at you quickly from the corner of his eye, although he failed to meet your gaze and landed on your cleavage instead. “The resemblance is striking.” You continued when his eyes went back to the road. You wondered if Sukuna knew him because Yuuji was friends with Megumi or the other way around.

“He takes more after his mom.” Toji replied on a neutral tone, and you understood that the subject you chose was not the best. He was probably a teen dad, since he didn’t look that old, but more mature than you in any case.

You took out a small mirror from your purse to check on your make-up. As the car stopped at a red light, the man took a moment to look at how short your dress was when you were sitting down, exposing a generous amount of your thigh. You could see him in the mirror, and he seemed to be aware of it, but he didn’t look away until the light turned to green.

“You shouldn’t push him away too much, y’know?” Toji finally said, breaking the silence. “A man has his ego too.” For a moment, the hidden meaning of his words was clear as day. He had guessed what you were about to do.

“I’m not taking advice from a man who barely paid child support.”

“Fair enough.” He replied with a smug smile.

When the car finally pulled over in the parking lot, a drop of your determination disappeared as you noticed all the expensive cars and people attending Sukuna’s party. You were about to ruin his night, and, for a moment, you wondered if all of this was worth it. Couldn’t you simply get over it, believe the man you loved and end this? Your hand slipped away from the door as Toji opened it for you and you looked at him surprised. He was offering you a hand.

The images of Sukuna making out with that girl flashed in your mind, giving you the confidence boost you needed. You took Toji’s hand and got out of the car, pulling the hem of your dress lower. You were about to give your boyfriend some taste of his own medicine.

“I should get going, my job is done here.” Toji said with a very unconvincing voice, as if he didn’t believe the words either. He was giving you a last chance to change your mind.

“Nonsense.” You said, grabbing his muscular arm. “I’ll buy you a drink as a thank you for the ride.”

You arrived late, as you intended. You hardly recognized any of the people crowding the enormous room lit by crystal chandeliers. It was hard to find Sukuna in this mass of fancy dresses and rich men but you didn’t rush anyway. Toji guided you towards the bar, and you took a seat while he chose not to, standing next to you. The look in his eyes, practically undressing you, was enough to tell that he didn't mind your little game at all. After you got your drink you quickly turned in your seat to face him, while your eyes constantly searched the crowd for a ruffled pink hair in the sea of people. As you were talking, you crossed one leg over the other, growing impatient by the minute.

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Dissimulation was one of Sukuna's many skills. He had no difficulty in smiling charmingly and exchanging meaningless words just for the sake of building his reputation. There were only two types of people in that room. The ones who had no idea who he was and the ones who knew it too well. Naturally, with the first category he could start on a clean slate. With the latter, it was even more entertaining to see how they followed the social script so diligently while their pupils contracted in fear, a drop of sweat was dripping down their foreheads and their hands were shaking as they greeted him. Sukuna had everyone wrapped around his finger, be it throught admiration or fear.

"O-of course, it would be an honour to collaborate." The old man's voice trembled while he only looked down at Sukuna's expensive dress shoes as he was speaking. The last time Sukuna saw this pathetic scum his men had his son kidnapped because of unpaid debt. He was big in the transportation industry, of course he found double the money to pay.

A man from security carefuly approached Sukuna as he was enjoying his little intimidation games, whispering in his ear that someone saw you enter through the front door. His relaxed posture suddenly changed, his back straight and tense, his hands clenched in tight fists in his black dress pants' pockets as he heard Toji's name following yours.

He had to find you. He had to talk to you. If you were here, he surely meant something to you.

The hall was enormous and filled with people. He had to find you quickly and easily. His heart was beating fast, anticipating the moment he could see your face, hear your voice, feel your touch. He missed you excruciatingly much. So much that he was about to do the most cliché and cheesy gesture that otherwise would have made him cringe just by thinking about it.

The band stopped playing and everyone turned around to see the singer announce that the host of the party was about to hold a speech. People clapped in encouragement as Sukuna stepped up on the stage, on the opposite end of the room from the bar, where you and Toji were casually continuing your conversation. It was so easy for him to spot you. While everyone was facing him, you weren't. Your dress, the one he bought you, was the brightest and most beautiful. Next to you, that bastard had his hand on your waist while you leaned in to kiss him, one small hand of yours on his chest.

It was barely a couple of moments that other guests didn't even notice. But to Sukuna it felt like an endless torment in hell, seeing how you tilted your head so you could make out with the other man, your hand gripping in his shirt, your eyes open looking directly at him while your body was touched by someone else, your tongue was in someone else's mouth, your hands were pulling someone else close. Sukuna's hand grabbed the micropone tightly, his knuckles white, almost breaking.

He could already see himself jump off the stage, terrified people making way as he would roll his sleeves up to his elbows, ready to beat the shit out of Toji, the bastard he was paying to keep an eye on you. He would punch him right in the face, break that annoying smirk off his lips, then drag him out and beat him to death.

"Huh, this thing doesn't seem to like me." Sukuna joked with a relaxed tone as he pretended not to know how the microphone worked. If his mind was filled with homicidal thoughts nobody in the room could see that. Instead, they saw a handsome and powerful man thanking everyone for attending his event.

You pulled away from Toji as soon as Sukuna's voice echoed in the room. Nobody could see past his facade better than you. And this time, it was more unsettling than ever.

"I would like to thank everyone for honouring me with your support for this new chapter of my life." You had planned to leave as soon as your revenge was through, mostly because you didn't know how to confront Sukuna so soon. But he had you mesmerized, in his black Armani shirt as he rolled up his sleeves comfortably and talked to the audience as if he didn't just see his woman makeout with another man a second before. You watched in awe how his supressed anger flickered every time his eyes would find yours again, while he joked about his appearance, reassuring his guests that his tattoos didn't prevent him from being an upright businessman. It was scary to see how much self control he had, but even scarier to think what would happen when it was gone. You wanted to break him, to see him suffer as you did, but he kept talking as if nothing happened.

"I would also like to raise a toast for the woman who had always been by my side, the one I love most." He raised his glass while looking directly at you, and you suddenly forgot how to breathe. "Unfortunately she couldn't be with us tonight."

You heard Toji sneer next to you, taking the approaching end of Sukuna's speech as a signal to leave. He leaned to your ear to whisper that he will be waiting in the car, but you could barely pay attention to his words. Before he could move, you left your seat as the room echoed with the sound of people clapping.

***

The night air was not as refreshing as you had hoped. The terrace was empty. You placed your hands on the marble railing, the cold surface making you shiver. Toji was right, it was best to leave now. But you couldn't. You simply couldn't. Your stupid revenge plan brought no comfort. If you ever felt a drop of satisfaction while your lips were locked with Toji's and your eyes locked with Sukuna's, it was too feeble to be remembered.

"No, thank you." You said as you heard someone come closer, placing a glass of alcohol on the railing next to your hand.

"You might need it." You choked on empty air as Sukuna's low voice rang in your ears. Your heartbeat echoed in your throat and you felt tears blurring your vision. Your grip on the marble tightened as if you found it hard to stand on your feet. "I hope you're happy now." Sukuna had three buttons of his shirt undone as he leaned with his back against the cold marble. He took a sip from the same glass he offered you before putting it back like a boundary between your bodies.

You didn't say anything. You only pressed your lips together, in an attempt to avoid crying. The band had started playing again inside and the muffled sound of music was the only thing you could hear besides your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

"Why do you always do this?" You asked as you turned to him after a long moment of silence. His eyebrows rose in dissimulated confusion as he didn't even look at you, his eyes fixed on the glass doors revealing a glimpse of the party. "Give me what I want after I fuck everything up."

He crossed his arms, the expensive perfume you gifted him for Christmas creeping deep into your brain.

"Why do you think I invited you here? Had all these losers dressed up? Rent this expensive shithole for the night? Hired a well know band?"

"Don't blame me, I never asked for any of it." You took a sip from the same glass, wishing you could kiss him instead. The memory of Toji's taste on your lips made you take yet another sip to wash it away.

"I'm not blaming you. I'm just saying I'm not good with words. So I make up for it through gestures."

He had an innate talent of always turning every situation in his favor. You were the bad guy now. You kissed someone else while he prepared an event just for you. You ruined everything with your arrogance. You could never win.

It was almost infuriating how calm he was, although you could tell from his reluctance to look at you that he was still concealing his true feelings for the sake of appearance. He had a venue full of important people watching him. He couldn't cause a scene. Yet.

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked after a few long minutes of silence. His voice was lower, closer to a growl. His mind was replaying that moment in his head over and over again.

"Did you enjoy kissing that bitch?" You answered with another question. He grinned as he played with the almost empty glass, the small amount of liquid left sparkling in the light as it moved.

"So it's payback. You think that's fair?" He asked again, his eyes lost watching the whiskey splashing against the edges of the glass according to his hand's movements.

"It's not even half of what you've done to me." You muttered through gritted teeth. You were about to grab his face, force him to look at you, break away from the stupid game he was playing when he smashed the glass against the marble floor, making you gasp and step back in fear. The music was too loud for the people inside to notice. He ran a hand through his hair, inhaling deeply. The glass shattered on the floor, the small amount of alcohol spilling on the white marble.

"It's not even half." He repeated after you and took a few steps to close the distance between the two of you. You felt the cold marble against your back as he cornered you, both his hands placed at your sides, his arms imprisoning you. "What would be half? What would make it even?" He asked, dangerous crimson eyes fixed on you as his head hanged low to look down at you. Your feet were already hurting because of the heels. "You want me to watch my employee fuck you, hm?" You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling the soft fabric of his pants touch your bare legs. "Would that be half?" His head sank even lower, his mouth close to your ear to growl lowly. "Two men? Three? How many would you have fucking you until you call it even?"

"You're disgusting." You said as you gripped on the marble railing, his body leaning over yours making it hard for you to stand.

He leaned back to look at you again, his eyes following the curves of your body, appreciating how well the dress was fitting you. You felt the tip of his fingers brush against your waist and up your chest, shivering when his cold hand wrapped around your warm neck. He didn't choke you, didn't put any pressure on your soft skin. His hand only ghosed around it, feeling your pulse in the empty space between your skin and his hand and the warmth radiating from your body.

You weren't afraid of him, just as you weren't afraid of Toji when he suddenly started following you around. Because you knew Sukuna would never hurt you. Even now, when his mouth was spitting the vilest things, you could see the sadness in his eyes, the regret that was lingering in his intimidating stare. One of your hands wrapped around his tattooed wrist, pushing his hand further into your neck, daring him to go further.

"Come on, take it out on me." You said when his hand refused to move, not choking you completely but not freeing you either. He was keeping you there, still pondering on what he was supposed to do. "Do whatever you want."

"No." He said, pulling away, allowing you space to breathe.

You didn't think much about the aftermath of your plan, mainly because you proudly pretended you knew him better than he knew himself. You knew he was sorry for everything he had done. You knew he loved you. You knew he would never hurt you. But you also wanted to hear it from his own mouth. In your arrogance, you didn't bother to worry about overstepping a line, breaking a boundary, making irreparable damage. After all, you only returned the same pain he made you go through.

Then why didn't you feel like it was enough?

He was standing a few steps away from you until he adjusted his dress pants as he crouched down on the floor. Now he looked more like the man you were familiar with, the gang leader of the streets, full of tattoos, hair a mess, ready to fight if anyone dared to cross him.

"Uraume is waiting for you in parking lot to take you home." He said as he took out a cigarette. He tried to light it a few times but the lighter seemed broken. He threw it on the floor with a loud sigh, the sound of metal hitting marble hurting your ears. It must have been very uncomfortable to sit like that in those fancy pants.

"I can go by myself." He smiled, expecting you to refuse. He was still playing with the cigarette between his fingers but the lighter was too far.

"I'm not saying it twice." Sukuna sat up and walked over to pick up the lighter. The violent gesture seemed to have fixed it since now it flickered right away, and he sucked in so desperately like the nicotine could take away the pain in his heart.

Looking at him, you wondered if you had always been this vile. You would have never guessed how hungry for revenge you would be, how much you would wish to hurt him as much as you loved him. Even now, as you could clearly see the contradictions in his mind, the hurt and the anger and the love fighting to reach a conclusion, it still wasn't enough for you. You wanted more. You wanted to see Sukuna crawl, groaning in agony because of you. You loved him and you wanted to own him equally. But the quiet good girl minding her business could never own a man like him.

"If you think about leaving with Toji he's either beaten up or already left after beating up my men."

You walked up to him, his eyes never leaving you as you approached him. It was a new and unfamliar dynamic between the two of you. Maybe defying Sukuna by kissing Toji made you realize you had more power than you thought. Or his bad influence over time was finally taking its toll on you. When you closed in the space between the two of you, you lightly placed one hand on his cheek. He turned his face to the side, blowing away a thin cloud of smoke. His handsome side profile was even more captivating from up close, every curve and edge of his features creating a masculine and intimidating view. When he turned his face back to you, you pulled him in for a kiss and he quickly responded. It was the first kiss after so much time, yet it was slow and soft, almost like you were getting to know each other's lips for the first time. He let the cigarette fall from between his fingers, his hands placed on your hips pulling you closer. You could taste on his lips just how much he missed you and you made sure to let him know too. When you pulled away his lips were swollen and stained with your lipstick. You wiped it away softly with your thumb.

"Go." He said, although his hands were still placed on your hips keeping you close.

"The woman who had always been by your side is gone already." You said, alluding to his earlier speech. He frowned slightly, not understading your odd smile or your puzzling eyes. "Take care, 'kuna." You said, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. When you pulled away, he caught you by the hand, keeping you next to him for a few more moments.

"This dress looks amazing on you." He said.

"Thank you." You whispered, squeezing his hand.

《previous 3. Only Memories next》 Ascension |

True Form! Sukuna x Reader

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r0mantic-f00l · 1 month

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(sooo finally did it, sorry for posting late! just a fair warning, this is super sad, so read with discretion. also not proof read)

Just a Man

Sirius Black was pathetic.

Nothing more than a man who found delight in people's suffering.

In your suffering.

So you ended it with him. You did not know how, did not know where the strength and courage came from to put yourself first, yet you did know that the infatuation, the excitement that Sirius Black was, it faded. Like a mere illusion.

It was as if you woke up one day from a dream, or was it a nightmare? Is it possible for an experience to be both?

Every connection with him was cut off. You no longer talked to his friends, no longer possessed his shirts and vinyl albums and jewelry he had gifted you. You put it all in a box and left it outside his door.

It sounds as if it was easy, just leaving him in a heartbeat. Not loving him anymore. It was not easy, no. It was a battle. A battle with him, yes, because he refused to let go. But a battle with your heart too, because it refused to let go of him. Hope still lingered that perhaps all those things he would whisper to you in the midst of lust or drunkeness were true, were statements that he meant deeply.

You knew he didn't.

That's why you left.

But he couldn't leave you.

That is why Sirius Black was pathetic.

-♡-

The glow of the streetlight near to your apartment slid through the cracks of your window's blinds whilst you lied on your bed, reading a book that you had only begun a couple days beforehand.

Ticking of the clock that rested on your bedside table would distract you from your reading, reminding you that it was nearing midnight and you needed to get sufficient rest to make sure you would wake up the next day early enough to do everything you wanted to do.

However, the book was too captivating.

A knock on the door, followed by the shouting of your name finally dragged you away from the novel.

You knew who it was.

You hoped it wasn't him.

But you knew it would be.

You walked out of your bedroom and into the living room, where your front door was being abused by a repeated knocking.

Exasperated, you unlocked it and only opened the door by a smidge, a little crack showing two familiar faces.

Peter Pettigrew, holding up Sirius like a broken doll.

"No." You protested before Peter could even utter out a word.

The man sighed as he begged you silently with his eyes to listen to him whilst Sirius swayed where he stood.

"He keeps shouting your name."

"So?"

Peter scoffed.

"So he wants to talk to you, and he won't rest until he does."

"This is the fourth time this month, Peter." You spoke through gritted teeth, your patience running very thin.

"And it won't happen again. Promise."

It was an empty promise. Of course it was. Any promise made on Sirius' behalf always failed to come to fruition.

Yet before you could say anything further, Sirius murmured your name with his head hung low, seemingly too inebriated to recognise the door in front of him.

"I can't do this again, Peter. I want to move on." Subconsciously, you opened the door a bit further, the creaking noise gathering the attention of Sirius, who rose his head and widened his eyes when he saw your face.

He smiled widely, drunkenly, and cheered your name as if you were the answer to his prayers.

"I'll pick him up in the morning." Peter rushed his words out and left, making Sirius stumble in his footing and instead balance on the wall beside him, leaning against it as he grinned at you.

You sighed and fully opened the door, wrapping your arm around Sirius' back as you helped walk him into your apartment.

"Hello, my love." He murmured into your ear, the smell of vodka and cheap beer wafting into your nose as he leaned down to you.

You scowled and dropped him on your sofa, going to walk away to the kitchen to get him a drink of water before he held tightly onto your wrist.

"Where are you going?" Sirius pouted, like a spoilt child.

"Kitchen. Need to get you some water." You replied simply, and walked away when Sirius begrudgingly let go of your wrist.

The trinkle of water into the glass was not loud enough to cover Sirius' shouting as you stood by the sink, sighing as he spoke.

"Y-You would never beli-believed what happened to me tonight." Sirius slurred, turning around on the couch to face the kitchen.

"This girl, some random girl, came up to me and started- just started flirting!" He gasped out, shocked for some reason whilst you walked towards him with a glass in your hand.

"So, so I told her I have a girlfriend--"

"You don't have a girlfriend, Sirius." You placed the glass of water down in front of him and walked behind the couch.

The man grinned and rolled his head back, gazing at you with that typical arrogant, dangerous look.

"Yeah, but, I will do."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you crossed your arms.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Sirius leaned forward and took a sip of his water, humming as he drank it, and placed it back down as he turned to face you.

"Well, whatever thing you're going through now, you-you'll snap out of it soon." He smiled and ran his hand through his hair.

"And we'll be back together like nothing happened."

You scoffed and walked away from him, tired of his naivety.

"No, we won't."

Sirius chuckled and stood up from the couch, following after you.

"Hey, where you going, darling?"

"I'm not your darling!" You snapped, turning around to face him.

Rage filled your bones with the energy of your broken heart as you stared at Sirius, who only appeared perplexed, as if your reaction was unwarranted.

"I'm not your love, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your safety net to fall back on whenever you're bored and desperate and alone." You stepped towards him, watching as his eyes became clearer and his back straighter.

"I will never be any of those things ever again, because I don't love you anymore."

That hit something within him, Sirius appearing to become sober and shocked. And finally hurt by you. Finally he knew the feeling of rejection, of not being good enough.

"Y-you don't love me?"

You shook your head, willing away the tears building up in your eyes as Sirius' hands lifted to hold your face, but then staying in the air as if they did not know where to go anymore.

"I don't love you. Not anymore. Now that I know you're nothing special."

Perhaps that was too far, too cruel, but you wanted him to experience the same feelings you felt whenever he would complain about you to his friends, whenever he would flirt with other girls, whenever he would ignore you like you meant nothing to him.

You could see in his eyes that his would crumbled, could hear the shattering of his heart as he stumbled back.

"But you... you don't mean that." Sirius sniffed, chuckling dejectedly as he stated into your eyes. He half-expected you to laugh and say it was all a joke, or to beg for his forgiveness and hold him in your arms until the morning.

After all, he only came to your apartment for your warm and familiar embrace. An embrace that made him feel safe and loved.

"I do mean it. I've never meant anything more. I don't love you, and I want you to go."

Sirius shook his head, a tear slipping from his eye.

"No."

"Sirius, leave."

A sob broke out of him before he knelt on the ground before you and hugged your body, clinging desperately onto you as he cried.

"No, I don't want to leave, I-I..." He couldn't form words properly, sobbing with the overwhelming emotions of sadness overtook him.

"I can't leave you."

You shut your eyes, holding your head up as you fought the strong urge to sink to the floor and kiss away his tears.

"Please, Sirius. If you... if you feel anything towards me at all, please go away."

The man turned silent, his hold on your body slipping away slowly as he remained knelt on the floor.

The sight reminded you that he wasn't a saint, a god, a dreamer with the purpose of putting a little excitement into your life.

He was just a man. Nothing more. Nothing special.

Sirius stood up, his cheeks wet and his eyes red whilst he avoided looking at you.

He nodded, appearing to respect your wish as he began to walk away.

He took slow steps towards the door, leaving you frozen in place as you watched him walk away.

Before he opened the door, before he could go away for good, he turned back to you.

"I'm sorry."

Then the door opened, and shut.

And you cried.

You did not know why, perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions of relief and misery and love that made you crumble and cry, yet you did know that with every tear, every smile, every laugh and every frown; none of it would be as strong as it was with him.

-♡-

#marauders #marauders era #sirius black #sirius black x reader #angst #angst with no comfort #toxic relationship #Spotify

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bonny-kookoo · 5 months

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Here to tell you I still very much love baby darling and would love to see how things are progressing with them or any tidbits you’d like to share

(I’m still shit at coming up with Drabble prompts 🫣🥺)

Thank you for not forgetting them (I love them)

"I told you not to get me anything!" Jungkook laughs as you put the small wrapped up present on his lap where he's sitting on your couch.

"Its just something small..." you mumble, sitting down next to him while you watch him trace the spots where the tape holds the wrapping paper together. "Open it." You suggest, but he bites his lip.

"But it's packed so nicely. Did you wrap it yourself?" He asks, and you nod. "Fuck no, it's so pretty, I don't wanna ruin it!" He says, making you reach for it to open it- but he holds it away. "Hey, no! That's mine!" He snaps playfully.

"I'll take it back then-" you giggle, and he instead catches your lips for a quick kiss, successfully making you sit properly again.

"Hm, you're so easy to tame." He chuckles, before he sighs and moves to open it, fingers carefully ripping the paper. "What is it.?" He wonders, opening the simple cardboard box to find a selection of silver and anodized metal jewelry- the rainbow shine of those particular pieces catching his interest. But it's only when he inspects them further, noticing the weight and tiny imprint on them, that he realizes something. "Wait- that's actual titanium? Surgical steel? Silver?" He gasps, eyes wide as he unpacks a pair of rings. "Baby those must've been expensive-"

"But your lip got uhm.. it was all red and you mentioned it was because your skin.. reacts to cheap metals and stuff." You shrug. "So I got you some that won't hurt." You say, and he looks at you with wonder.

You listen. You remember.

You care.

He carefully puts the box on the table to fetch his backpack he brought since he's sleeping over, where he takes out a larger, way more chaotically wrapped item, bow somewhat holding its shape.

"Hey, you didn't stick to the agreement either!" You complain with laughter, when he urges you to open it with almost.. worried anticipation. And once you unwrap it, a soft, round and velvety snorlax plush sits in your lap, your hands holding its paws, felt claws triangle shaped.

"You.. I saw you looking at it last time we were out at the mall." He mumbles. "I'm not sure.. I hope you didn't buy it already, they didn't have the larger one anymore-"

You move to hug him, and that's answer enough for that second as his arms wrap around you.

"Thank you for feeding my plushy addiction." You say ibto his neck, and he laughs.

"Welll, to be fair, this dude could stay in bed while we fuck, since his eyes are close- ow!" He laughs when you use that mentioned snorlax to hit him, toy nowhere near hard enough to hurt.

And in that moment, he realizes he's found his place.

Right here, at your side.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic

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shokami · 2 days

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jjk newest chapter leaks. + a blurb to vent my frustrations and sadness over the one and only gojo satoru. may he always be my one and only.

gojo satoru, i hope that in another universe you get to live as gojo satoru and not the strongest. my baby boy, what have they done to you :( so here’s a tiny blurb of words, for the king who deserved to live. curse you, gege akutami.

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It wasn’t enough.

Nothing… was ever enough.

Not when he got stolen away from you, sealed in a pit of Hell and trapped- cornered by the four walls of a tiny square box. What had he thought about in there? Was his mind riddled with thoughts of letting down his friends, his students that had become his children, or his lover who had spent every night and day weeping in their shared bed?

Not when you watched his life be stolen away. Oh, how foolish you are, my Satoru… You thought to yourself. No matter how much you had pleaded, and cried, he had gone and done it anyways. Surely, there had been another way than to face Sukuna himself, right? No. Everything you said, every word echoed down empty halls, and landed upon deaf ears. You weren’t a sorcerer, you didn’t know what they knew. Gojo was a weapon, a fighter, a rebel with a cause. Gojo was not a lover, not a gentle man who wanted to be loved.

To them.

… but to you? He was just that. A lover, one that your heart yearned to speak the words “I love you” to just one more time. A simple man, with a simple wish. One that meant protecting his loved ones, but coming home to a cozy bed full of laughter, warmth, sunshine, and security.

Satoru had never meant to fall in love with you, he promised that he wouldn’t ever feel that emotion. Not for just you, but for anyone who wanted to view him as a love interest. Oh, but his heart was so stupid; tripping and fumbling right into your delicate soft hands.

Not enough.

It’s not enough.

Why was I not enough?!

Those words replayed in your head, every moment of every second, as you blamed yourself. The man lied to you. Those stupid blue eyes, that silver tongue, and those flowy white strands of hair that whisked and blended in the winter breeze. Of course he lied, how was he supposed to tell his girlfriend, his partner, that if he died… he’d face a fate that was sick, and twisted? So, he did what any “good man” would. A letter, left upon your nightstand that read every detail, every plan, with leaving everything he had to you.

Once upon a time, Gojo was asked a question that would unknowingly become his fate but a few years later. So foolishly, he answered with “I’d win.” You liar! Deep down, he must have known he wouldn’t and if he didn’t… he was damn near psychotic for trying.

Now, you lost it all again. Not only had you been forced to watch your one and only die at the hands of the King of Curses but this? This was sick. You wanted to throw up, you wanted to crawl into a hole and forget that the world outside existed. How could he forfeit his own body? How could he not have peace, even in death? How could the Jujutsu world take an already broken man, and force a sense of views that would define his entire life? It wasn’t fair, but then again, what was?

It’s never enough for any of you! You silently screamed in your head, banging against every surface, rattling the bars of a cage you locked your heart in. This wasn’t your lover, but an inexperienced boy who had taken his body as if it were a mere puppet.

Your heart ceased in your chest, and you clutched at it desperately as you dry heaved in your bedroom floor. Your knees hurt from the fall, as they scraped against the carpet. A loud, broken scream escaped your dry lips. Every thought in your head hurt, and every heart beat felt like a knife straight to your core. Every single part of you felt as if it was being ripped apart, and you wished for it to end. A sweaty hand reached for your cellphone, and through blurred vision you found your voicemails as a sob choked out desperately.

“Hey there, princess! I’m not too sure how this is going to play out,” A weak laugh echoed through the phone, his tone of voice knew. He knew he wouldn’t win. “I wish that I would have had time to hold you one last time, and tell you how much I loved you. It’s funny you know… how time works? I thought by now, I’d be back home and get to see that warm smile of yours. I never told you how much I loved it, and your laugh. Goddamn, your laugh was like music to my ears, baby.” A quiet sigh left his lips, and you began to cry even harder. “I never meant to fall in love with you, y/n. I knew I’d hurt you somehow, just didn’t know this is how I’d do it… This is how it has to be, sugar. So, don’t me upset with me, mk? I’ll always be with you.”

There was a long pause, one that hurt your soul as it wished to feel his touch and his love one last time. “I love you, y/n. Goodbye.” The voicemail ended.

“LIAR!” Your voice screamed, cracking in the process as you threw your phone across the room; watching it shatter into tiny little pieces on the ground. “Liar… Liar… Liar… You’re a liar, Satoru! How could you do this to me?”

For the first time in what felt like years, you were alone.

“You weren’t Gojo Satoru because you were the strongest… You were the strongest- because you were Gojo Satoru.” Those words left your mouth, sounding cold and distant. After a heart beat, your tears began to fall again as you laid there broken.

“You were just Satoru to me, my love…”

In another universe… Maybe you will know peace.

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Sleeping Beauty- Megumi Fushiguro Fanfic

Standing in front of your dresser, you admired the unconscious man laying on your bed. With his arms tied above his head to your headboard, you were able to remove his clothes, leaving him naked. “What a beautiful body you have, doll”, you bit your lip. Running your fingers through his torso, you playfully flicked his nipple as you made your way to his face. “Your pretty face is mine now”, you blushed. Kissing him, you internally celebrated your successful kidnapping. “It was all so easy”, you whispered into his ear. “If those two idiots hadn’t left you, then I wouldn’t have been able to make my move”. You pulled on his black hair, seductively grinning. “I wonder how poor Yuji feels knowing that his cherished friend is missing”. Getting off the bed, you searched through your drawer, pulling out a black box. Unlocking it, you sinfully giggled, holding a small pink vibrator. “We’re gonna have so much fun together”.

Walking back over to him, you positioned yourself below his waist. Taking his cock into your hand, you spat on it, proceeding to stroke. Watching him get hard gave you butterflies. “Do you like it?”, you teased while turning on the toy. Placing it on his tip, you drew circles around the sensitive area. “It’d be better if you were awake, but your unconscious state turns me on more”. Increasing the intensity level, you heard a small moan. Glancing up at your beloved’s face, you noticed his pretty fair skin turned red. “Aw, your voice. I want more”. Throwing the vibrator aside, you quickly opened your mouth, beginning to suck his cock.

You slowly bobbed your head, putting in more inches. Megumi twitched, causing you to suck harder. You loved the way he felt inside of you. No matter how big he was, you wanted to give every ounce of him your love. Opening your throat more, you made sure not to leave any part of him unsucked. “Mmm”, you whined with your nose hitting his pelvis. You grabbed hold of his waist, slamming yourself repeatedly down his shaft. You heard him moan more, it was like music to your ears.

“Just a little more….I can feel it”, you thought, sensing his orgasm. Slowly moving up to his tip, you playfully licked it as you teased him. “Come on, sweetie. Please finish for-”. Your words were cut off as he unexpectedly came onto your face. “Oh”, you said, wiping away the fluid on the side of your mouth. “Tasty”.

After cleaning up, you focused on the next task. “Megumi darling..”, you paused. “I’ve been wanting to try something new lately”. Untying his wrists, you flipped him over onto his stomach. “I hope you behave for me…you’ve been doing good so far”. Hovering over him, you attached a strap-on to your waist. Lubing it up, you squirted some of the liquid onto your hand, rubbing it onto Megumi's ass. As you spread his cheeks, you placed the silicon dildo near his anus. Brushing his hair out of his face, you rested your head on top of his. With one thrust, the man’s body reacted. “Shh, it’s only your body fighting back”, you whispered. “The drugs will make sure you stay asleep. How thoughtful am I?”, you kissed his neck. Taking hold of his waist, you slightly arched his back, making the toy go in deeper. You thrusted hard, enjoying the power you had over him. “If only I had an actual dick….I’d love to fill you up with my cum”. Megumi’s body became your own personal toy. You repeatedly slammed your hips into his ass, forcing more noises to escape from his lips. “Just like that, doll. Give me more”. Sweat formed as you continued to go harder.

It didn’t take long before your body started to exhaust. You pulled out, catching a breath. “I’m starting to get tired”, you stated. Turning him around, you put Megumi back on his stomach. Wiping away a tear that left his eye, you kissed his lips as you removed the strap from your waist. “Luckily for you..I still have some energy left in me”. You pumped his cock, getting it hard again. “All that fun made me soaked”. Hovering above his private, you slid your pussy against him, blushing from the sensation. “I hope I can take it”, you giggled. Shoving it into you slowly, you gasped at the feeling of it stretching your walls open. You managed to fit the whole thing in, leaving it inside for a few minutes to adjust. As you waited, you made out with your victim. “Oh Megumi…I love you so much”. You bruised his skin, marking it with your teeth. “I hope Nobara and Yuji never find you”.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #tw noncon #dark writing #megumi x reader #yandere reader #he gets pegged #megumi fushiguro #female yandere

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myhairpintrigger · 1 year

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Helloooooo hope ur having a nice day

Is it ok if u do a darkling x reader where they get walked in on during a very intimate moment 👀 😏 . Like maybe Alina thinks she has a chance and keeps trying to one up the reader not knowing aleks is in an established relationship and finds out the hard way …..

i hope ur ok with this

thank youuuuu

I luv u anon <3 I hope YOU are having a nice day.

warnings: (very?) mild sexual content, Alina slander if you squint (im sorry baby ur still my queen)

word count: 2.8k

The Hard Way

(aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

Imaginably so, it took someone of great significance in one way or another to catch the eye of the Black General. So that’s why it was such a shock to see such an ordinary person on his arm.

At the time of your meeting, you had been working as one of the Royal Family’s seamstresses and you’d been tasked with making a very important coat for a very important gala for a very important general. His first impression of you was admittedly not the best, and neither was the second or third, and he was often found ranting to anyone who would listen about the petulant little seamstress that wouldn’t apologize for sticking him with a needle during fittings and would instead tell him to man up. This, he was not used to, and it stunned him a bit. Surely you knew who he was and you had to have known that he happened to command respect and attention with his position and power. And to be fair, you did. You knew very well who General Kirigan was and you knew very well that he was capable of some very unsavory things, but you simply did not care.

And that intrigued him. Very, very much.

So much so that he began to seek you out even after you’d finished making the (very beautiful) coat for him, to converse with you. It started out as little arguments back and forth, and it grew into little stories about yourself and small fragments of his life and what bothered him on a daily basis, and nearly a year into your little friendship with the General, you knew that you’d fallen for him, and he was very aware of the fact that he’d also fallen for you.

You were the first one to speak about your feelings for him, as he simply could not believe anyone could ever want to be around him with nothing to gain except for his favor and the gift of his presence, so when you told him one night after he’d returned from a two week long check in with the troops near The Fold, he could hardly believe you. But he had to, when it came down to it, because when did you ever really care that he was… Him? From there, the two of you only became closer, and eventually he had made it very well known to the King that you were no longer a seamstress for him and his family, but rather a permanent resident of The Little Palace.

Now nearly three years into your relationship, your presence- just as his- commanded respect. Everyone knew exactly who you were and exactly how you were to be treated. Like an absolute queen.

You now sat in your shared bedroom with only your underclothes and a black satin robe on, perched silently in the armchair in your bedroom, reading a book. Your reverie was soon broken by a knock on your door and you slowly tore your eyes away from your book and set it aside, pulling your robe tightly closed before you glanced up at the door.

“Please, come in.” you called and watched as the door swung open to reveal Genya, who walked inside with a large box and closed the door with her foot.

“He’s returned. The General. I figured you’d want to dress yourself and come greet him. He’s brought company.” she stated and laid the box down on the foot of your bed, “It’s nothing fancy. Just a new dress.” she added and motioned delicately to the box on your bed.

You gave the girl a grateful smile as you stood up and you gave her a nod, “Yes. the Sun Summoner. It’s all anyone has talked about for the past two days. Thank you for the dress, Genya.” you replied softly and walked towards the bed. You opened up the box to reveal that the dress was in fact, nothing fancy as Genya had promised and you held the simple silk gown up to examine it and you gave her a little nod, “It’s lovely. Thank you, again.” you said kindly and she gave you a little nod before slipping out of the bedroom.

Once she had gone, you hurriedly dressed yourself in the black dress that had been left for you and you sat down next to the door and in a rush, clumsily yanked on and laced up a pair of boots before you stood and crossed the room to yours and Aleksander’s wardrobe, grabbing out a cloak, not quite sure at this point whether it was his or yours, and you hardly had the mind to care. You simply wanted to see him after missing the man for nearly three weeks now. You ran back to the door and in passing, glanced into a hanging mirror and decided you looked presentable enough before you dashed out the door, fumbling while you ran to get the cloak on. You finished getting the cloak on- which you had quickly found was indeed one of his once you saw it pool on the floor beneath you- just in time to make your way out the doors and down to the courtyard to see your lover dismounting his horse and helping a girl climb off of the animal as well, who you rightfully assumed was the Sun Summoner.

You stood back for just a moment so he could collect his bearings, but the moment he looked up and your eyes met his, all bets were sorely off. You ran towards him as fast as your legs could take you through the gravel and he bent down just a bit to your level and opened up his arms widely. Once you reached him, you launched yourself into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. He wasn’t usually one for displays of affection around everyone, but he’d happily indulge you in times like this when he’d been gone long enough for his absence to become an ache to the both of you. You could hear him inhale sharply as he buried his face in your hair, his arms winding around your waist as he drew you close to him.

“You’re wearing my cloak.” he commented, obviously amused by this.

You simply huffed out a ‘yes’ and closed your eyes as you hid your face against his neck, the ache of missing him in your chest melting into a warm feeling of relief and happiness. He was the first to pull away and you followed his lead and he simply motioned towards the girl at his side.

“This is Alina Starkov. She is the Sun Summoner. Alina, this is my y/n.” he introduced and you turned to the obviously very nervous girl and offered your hand to her.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I assure you, you’re in good hands.” you said enthusiastically and motioned up towards your lover who simply took your hand and guided the two of you inside. He spoke to Alina as you walked, but you tuned the two of them out and laid your head against his arm as you walked inside with them. It wasn’t until it had been silent for a moment that you realized Alina had been directed in her own way. You looked up at Aleksander adoringly as the two of you walked and he let go of your hand, only to wrap his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side.

“You are staring at me.” he remarked, an amused smile forming on his lips.

“Well, I better not hear a hint of a complaint. I’ve missed you so much I haven’t known what to even do with myself. Most days I find myself unable to get out of bed and function like a person.” you admitted and he turned to you and swept you into his arms, carrying you the rest of the way to your bedroom, the ends of his enormous cloak that you wore dragging alongside the two of you.

“I am not complaining, my sweet love. I’m merely observing. And you know,” he began, opening up the door to your bedroom, “I have missed you as well.”

The weeks following Aleksander’s return were spent mainly in your bedroom or out in the courtyard walking, though the outdoor walks never lasted long as he worried about you catching a cold in the wintery weather and he’d always whisk you back inside before it had even been half an hour. His return had put you less on edge and you were finally able to fall back into your daily habits, and you really couldn’t complain about anything… except for the fact that Alina would follow your lover around like a lovestruck puppy every chance she had. You’d gone riding with them just the other day only to find yourself watching the Sun Summoner all but throw herself at Aleksander. Every time you were nearby, she’d make a point to grab his arm. Every time you’d grab his hand, she would try to lead him away or steal his attention. At first you didn’t want to believe it was on purpose, so you began to make a point of calling Aleksander “my love” and “lover” around her and everyone else, so there was no question about the two of you and your relationship status, but even then she would vie for his attention, and that’s when you realized: she was intentionally trying to show you up.

And when he’d told her his name? You’d let out an audible scoff and caught both of their eyes. Alina’s with a persistent determination and Aleksander’s with a look of confusion mixed with a warning. You decided to sit that ride out and rush back inside, tossing an excuse of ‘just tired‘ behind you as you made your way back into the Little Palace.

You didn’t go on any more rides with them after that, and you kept your distance from Alina, as well.

It had gone on like this for weeks; at dinners, at trainings, when he was simply checking up on her, even when you were blatantly at his side with your hand possessively clasped within his own, she still made attempts to pull him away.

You’d been dreading the Winter Fete terribly, knowing what it would bring, and you were considering every possible way to find an excuse to get out of it, not wanting to watch Alina sidle up to Aleksander as if she was meant to be by his side. So now the week before the event, you sat in your bed midday, with your back up against the headboard with a book laying between your legs that you weren’t reading, rather you were sulking. The door opening made you shift your eyes upwards and they fell upon the form of Aleksander, who stood with a worried expression on his face.

“No one has seen you since breakfast. I grew worried. Are you sick?” he asked and closed the door behind him, approaching you gracefully.

He knelt at your bedside and gazed up at you with those big eyes, so dark that often times, you could hardly find his pupil, “I’m not sick.” you replied with the same petulance that he’d become so fond of.

A chuckle made its way out of his mouth and he grabbed your book and set it aside, “Alright then. Why are you sulking in bed, my love?” he asked, as if he was speaking to an irritated child.

You glared down at him and he held his hands up in surrender, “Aleksander,” you began and then you sighed, “It’s stupid. It really is.” you finally said and then looked away from his eyes.

“It cannot be stupid if its’ got you hiding out. The Winter Fete is a week away. Normally before events like this, you’re out criticizing and directing the poor soul making your dress. Then you’re ranting to me about how you wish I’d let you make your own gowns instead.” he remarked and sat down on the bed next to your feet, “So what has you bothered, Pretty?” he asked and reached up to ever so gently take your chin between his fingers.

You studied his face for a moment before sighing and you rubbed your face, “It’s Alina. I know how childish this sounds but she’s always just… tossing herself into your arms every chance she gets, even in front of me! I’m not jealous, I refuse to be so juvenile but she doesn’t stop! It’s so-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were capturing yours in a searing kiss. You kissed him back almost immediately, surprised by the sudden intensity of the kiss. When he finally pulled back to allow the two of you to breathe, he only chuckled and shook his head.

“Well, one thing is for certain: I definitely have not kissed Alina like that. Or at all. My love, worry not about her wants and behaviors, for I am yours and yours alone.” he promised and you looked up at him, giving him a bashful nod, “I have been putty in your little hands ever since you impaled my wrist with a sewing needle.” he teased and it was your turn to chuckle.

“I did not impale you, for one, and it is your own fault for moving when I specifically told you to hold still.” You remarked.

To this, he only replied with a hum as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your throat, “My mistake. I never meant to disobey the high and mighty dressmaker.” he teased, but you could barely form a reply as his lips trailed lower down the center of your throat and to the neckline of your dress, “Have I mentioned how much I love it when you wear black?” he asked and slid his hands behind your waist to begin to unlace your dress.

“I think you may have mentioned it a time or two before…” you replied breathlessly and sat up when he tugged you forward and he pulled your dress over your head in one graceful motion. He tossed the garment aside and pulled you away from the headboard to lay you out across the bed, and you reached up to push his heavy kefta off of his shoulders so that it fell onto the floor. Nothing but glances were exchanged between the two of you as he pushed your petticoat up around your waist and he leaned down to press sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, and you bit down on your bottom lip, a soft moan escaping your mouth. The sound egged Aleksander on and he made his way up your inner thighs and reached up with the intention to pull your underwear aside when a knock sounded at the door.

The sound didn’t bother Aleksander and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and he gave them a sharp tug when the door swung open and a little laugh was heard, “Aleksander, Genya said you might be in here, but-” when her eyes landed upon you, her jaw dropped and Aleksander quickly moved his head out from between your thighs and he grabbed his kefta off of the floor and tossed it around you in a panic. He turned towards Alina who stood frozen in shock and he blinked a few times.

“Miss Starkov. I believe most people would apologize and leave the room by now.” he said calmly and her eyes darted between the two of you rapidly before her cheeks turned bright red and she blurted out a quiet apology and spun on her heel and left the room, the door slamming shut behind her.

Aleksander turned back to you and then he clicked his tongue, “Well, that might have solved your problem for you. She quite literally saw my head between your thighs.” he stated with raised eyebrows and you scoffed and threw the kefta at him.

“Well, what are you doing up there?” you asked irritatedly, “get back between them.” you huffed, your cheeks nearly as pink as Alina’s had been, and he eagerly complied.

And he happened to be right. The incident did completely solve your Alina problem, because every time you saw her afterwards, she’d blush and scurry away. Almost every Grisha in the Little Palace had since heard about it, and when you saw Genya the day after, she only smirked at you and rolled her eyes, and from that afternoon forward, Aleksander didn’t seem to mind pulling you a little closer when the two of you were around staring eyes.

#the darkling imagine #the darkling x reader #the darkling #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova imagine #general kirigan imagine #general kirigan #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse

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afternoon delight

pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader

author’s note: this idea has been rolling around in my head for a while, and all the recent lew content has given me the push i needed to finally write it. i’ve been in a bit of a rut with my writing lately, so i’m just glad to be able to get this out of my system!

warnings: 18+ for explicit sexual content (semi-public sex and nearly getting caught), language, a healthy dose of fluff

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store.

Well, maybe that wasn’t exactly true.

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store alone.

At least when Moira or Kayla shared a shift with you, there was time for some idle chitchat and laughter. But it was a few weeks yet before the spring semester was over and the girls would return home from college for the summer, so today you were on your own.

And you were bored.

It wasn’t that nobody in Wabang visited the store in the early afternoon hours, but there was definitely a lull in the already slow activity once lunchtime rolled around. Most people in town headed home around noon for a quick snatch of respite and sustenance. That, or they headed to The Handsome Gambler for a liquid lunch. Either way, their minds certainly weren’t on buying a new shovel or a few cans of paint.

So the store remained virtually empty as the bright afternoon sun reached its zenith in the wide open sky, and you were left dusting the already clean shelves for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d arrived. Your parents would have been there working with you, but they’d taken a drive to visit one of their suppliers.

“You’ll be alright on your own for a few hours, won’t you, sweetheart?” your mama had asked before she and your dad left.

It was a rhetorical question and you both knew it. Besides the fact that your parents were already well aware there’d be hardly any customers in their absence, you’d also grown up in the store and knew how it operated like the back of your hand.

“I’ll be fine, Mama,” you assured her, waving as they headed out the door. “See ya’ll later.”

And you were fine. You were just so bored you thought you might lose your mind.

Tapping your fingers absentmindedly on the countertop near the register, you glanced down at where your phone sat, silent and still. You’d toyed with the idea of calling Rhett and asking him to come keep you company, but you knew that wasn’t fair. He had a lot to do on the ranch, especially at this time of year, and he couldn’t afford to play hooky just to keep you entertained at work. Besides, he’d already promised to take you out to dinner tonight. As much as you missed him, you knew you’d just have to be patient.

Huffing out a decidedly impatient breath, you stepped over to the ancient radio your father had refused to part with and fiddled with the knobs until you landed on a radio station you were satisfied with. At least now the silence in the store wouldn’t feel so deafening. You couldn’t help but grin as a new song began, the mildly familiar tune swirling in the warm air, among the dustmotes and beams of light spilling in from the large glass windows at the front of the store. You didn’t even know the name of it, but you knew it had been playing on the radio the other night when Rhett took you out to go stargazing, the two of you lying in the bed of his truck and lazily pointing out various constellations in between whispered words and slow kisses.

Your mood brightening considerably at the memory, you began humming softly under your breath as you decided to take the time you had to yourself to restock some of the shelves in the back of the store. Stepping into the back room, you grabbed a new box full of deodorant and shampoo and dragged it towards one of the shelves along the back wall. You were so focused on lining the shelves in the orderly manner your mother had taught you that you were caught off guard by the sound of the front door opening, the small bell tinkling to announce the arrival of a customer.

“I’ll be right with you!” you called out, your back to the entrance of the store as you reached for the last couple bottles of strawberry-scented shampoo. You smiled to yourself when you remembered the time Cecilia had come in and bought a whole case of it at a discounted price. Rhett had smelled like strawberries for over a month. Not that you minded one bit.

So caught up in the vividness of that memory were you that you didn’t register the heavy footfalls making their way down the aisle until a familiar pair of muscular arms were snaking their way around your waist and the stubbled face you loved more than anything was pressing against yours.

“Mmm, and what if I’m in a hurry and too impatient to wait for you up there, huh?” Rhett’s husky voice whispered low in your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine as his lips ghosted over your cheek.

“Rhett!” you gasped in surprised pleasure, dropping the shampoo bottle you’d been holding without a backward glance as you turned around and faced your boyfriend head on. He looked exceptionally rugged and handsome in his Stetson and Wranglers, the sleeves of the plaid shirt he was wearing rolled up to the elbows, revealing his sunkissed forearms, the ones that made you feel so safe whenever they were wrapped around you.

“Heya, honeybee,” he grinned in that way that had you mentally pinching yourself to remind you that he was real and not just a figment of your wildest dreams. Pushing his hat back with one calloused finger, he lowered his head to plant a slow, lingering kiss on your lips.

“What are you doing here?” you breathed out once he finally pulled back, your eyes half-lidded and your brain feeling a little fuzzy.

“Now what kind of greeting is that when I drove all the way out here to see you?” Rhett teased, reaching out and resting his hand on the shelf behind your head so that he was leaning over you slightly.

You smirked in return, not minding at all the close proximity of his hard, muscled body. “Do Royal and Perry know you’re sneaking off like this?” you asked with a chuckle, one of your fingers trailing lazily along the buttons on his shirt.

“My mom had to take Amy to a doctor’s appointment, so I told them I’d drive into town and pick up some lunch,” he explained, running a hand down your bare arm. You’d worn one of your favorite sundresses today—one that just so happened to be Rhett’s favorite, too—which left your arms and a good portion of your chest exposed to your boyfriend’s hungry gaze. Food clearly wasn’t the only thing on his mind. “I think they figure I’ll be a little while,” he added with a suggestive wink, which made your cheeks grow warm instinctively.

“Hmm, and I was just thinking to myself how lonely things were getting around here. You’ve got some timing, Abbott,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to you, kissing him deeply.

Rhett responded in kind, a low groan escaping his mouth as his arms wrapped around you and he pressed you tightly to his chest. As the kiss grew more intense, his tongue snaking out to brush against your bottom lip and beg entrance into your mouth, the two of you stumbled backwards, your back slamming up against the shelves you’d just been painstakingly restocking and upending an entire row of men’s deodorant, sending them crashing to the floor.

With low moans of both yearning and frustration, the two of you broke apart and glanced down at the mess you’d made.

“I’ll clean it up later,” you panted with an indifferent shrug of your shoulders, your lips seeking his once more.

“Damnit, honeybee,” Rhett moaned as you bit down gently on his bottom lip, his hands reaching up to play with the straps of your sundress. “You just had to wear this of all things?” he murmured, his voice thick and husky with want.

“Thought you’d like it for dinner tonight,” you whispered, smiling against his mouth.

He threw his head back slightly, which granted you access to his exposed throat. “Like it right now,” he ground out, his fingers running through your hair as you nipped and sucked on his neck. “Fuck, baby, I need you. Right now,” he practically growled, holding you closer so that you could feel just how intense his need was.

“Not here,” you told him, glancing over his shoulder. “Someone might walk in.” You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, could hear the unsteady rhythm of his breathing. Your own heart was beating wildly, your body aching with just as much need as his. “Come help me with something in the back,” you told him with a mischievous grin, taking his hand and leading him into the back supply room, making sure to close the door firmly behind you.

It wasn’t a huge room, but it felt even smaller with Rhett standing in it, his large, powerfully built frame the only thing your eyes could focus on.

His gaze was fixed on you as well, his blue eyes blazing as he looked at you. He only broke eye contact for a moment to glance around the room, a smile curving his lips as his eyes darted back to your face.

“Never imagined we’d be fooling around in here, honeybee,” he murmured, his pulse racing at the very notion of taking you in the back of your parents’ store, a store which anyone from town could walk into at any moment.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip and twisting your hand in the folds of your dress.

“Oh, make no mistake, baby,” Rhett rasped, stepping closer to you. “I want to.” His eyes were serious as he suddenly wrapped his hands around your hips and lifted you up onto the wooden worktable that sat behind you, spreading your legs so that he could step between them. “I want to,” he said again, burying his fingers in your hair as he kissed you like a starving man.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” you breathed out, rubbing your body against his and kicking your sandals off so that they fell to the floor. “Someone could—I mean anyone might—”

“Honeybee, trust me,” he cut you off, resting his forehead against yours. “The way you got me goin’, I don’t need much time.”

You mewled softly in response, turned on by his words as he lowered his head to kiss you once more. You were desperate to run your fingers through his hair, but his hat was in the way. Moaning softly against his lips, you reached up and tugged it off his head. For a moment, you considered dropping it next to you on the table, but then a better idea struck you. Smirking slightly, you dropped his hat right on top of your head, feeling the way his body went taut beneath your palms.

“Honeybee,” he grunted, his work-roughened fingers digging into your waist through the fabric of your dress. “You’re really determined to make me lose my damn mind, aren’t you?”

“Come on, cowboy,” you whispered teasingly, your tongue flicking out against his lower lip. “Clock’s ticking.”

Your words seemed to flip some kind of switch in his mind because suddenly he was pulling you to the edge of the table, his hands less than gentle as he shoved your dress up, bunching it around your waist. Slipping his hand between your legs, he pushed your panties to the side and swiped two fingers up your slit without preamble.

“Fuck,” he panted under his breath, his head falling forward to lean against your shoulder. “Already soaking wet for me, honeybee,” he moaned, pressing a kiss to your bare skin just to the right of your dress strap.

You just gasped out his name in response, your arms tightening around him, which spurred him to slip both those fingers inside you, curling them against your spongy walls in a way that had you struggling to catch your next breath.

“Rhett,” you whimpered, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a relentless pace. He smelled like sweat and sun and the Wyoming earth. He smelled like Rhett. And there was nothing that aroused you more.

“Sh, sh, I got you, baby. I’m gonna take care of my girl,” he murmured softly, peppering your temple and the side of your face with kisses.

“Need you,” you gasped, fisting your hand in the front of his plaid work shirt. “Need you inside me. Now,” you begged, your pulse racing in your veins as the temperature in the back room steadily climbed.

Rhett didn’t put up any argument, his fingers sliding out of you as he reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your legs, leaving the soft scrap of fabric dangling around your ankles, all while you reached for the belt at his waist, unbuckling it with lithe fingers before making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Damn, honeybee, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move so quickly. Like lightning,” Rhett chuckled hoarsely, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” you laughed breathlessly, helping him tug down his jeans and his boxers just enough so that he could free himself from their constraints. He was thick and hard and ready, but he pumped himself a few times for good measure before lining himself up against your entrance.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, stroking your cheek with his free hand. He knew you were usually used to more foreplay than this, and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, cupping his face in your hands to reassure him. “Please, baby,” you mouthed against his lips.

Within seconds, he was buried deep inside you, your fingers tangled in his hair and your legs locked around his waist as he began rocking his hips back and forth in an increasingly frenzied rhythm.

It was messy and sloppy and chaotic, and you loved every minute of it. You cherished the moments of slow lovemaking that you and Rhett shared, when he worshiped every inch of your body and took his time giving you more pleasure than you ever could have thought possible. But you also loved these wild and crazy moments, when the two of you were so overcome by your animalistic need for each other that your bodies came crashing together in a way that was so uncontrolled and frantic and perfect because it was yours.

“Rhett,” you moaned, your voice high-pitched with pleasure. “Rhett, Rhett, Rhett,” you cried, tugging on his hair and panting against his ear, your words tumbling out in concert with the sound and rhythm of his thrusts.

“Right here, honeybee,” he gasped out, lacing his fingers through yours as he reached for one of your hands. “I’m right—oh, yeah. Oh, shit, baby. Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted as his movements became more frenetic and out of sync.

You knew he was close. So were you.

“Rhett! Baby, I’m—”

“Sweetheart?”

Everything came to a crashing halt as the sound of your mother’s voice suddenly pierced your consciousness. Your back stiffened immediately and your eyes went wide with horror.

“Rhett!” you whispered frantically, your boyfriend still rutting inside you.

You could tell from the way his head had shot up in alarm that he could hear your mother, too, but he was too far gone now. You both were, and neither of you knew how to stop.

You heard your mother call out your name, louder this time. “Are you here, honey?”

Terrified of what your voice would sound like when you called out to her, you first made sure to clamp a hand over Rhett’s mouth, trying to keep him as silent as possible.

“Y-yes, Mama!” you called out, breathing through your nose to keep from screaming out in pleasure as Rhett continued to pound away, hitting your most sensitive spot. “I’m in the back!”

Rhett’s forehead screwed up in concentration and you felt him take your fingers into his mouth, which sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head in ecstasy.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” your mother asked. It still sounded like she was near the front of the store.

“No!” you practically shouted, eyes widening once more. “I mean, um, I’m okay! I’ll be out in a m-minute,” you announced, your legs starting to tremble violently.

Burying your face in Rhett’s shoulder, your hand still clamped firmly over his mouth, you rocked your hips against his at an almost violent pace, desperate to drive the both of you over the edge.

You could feel him tense up, caught his gaze as he looked at you, his blue eyes almost hazy from the high of his pleasure. Wordlessly, the two of you stared at one another as, seconds apart, you came undone, your mouth open in a silent scream as your climax tore through you. You could feel the warmth flooding you as Rhett reached his finish as well, his chest heaving as you continued to hold your hand against his lips.

Your mother called your name again as Rhett’s lips met yours in a searing kiss, one that robbed you of any breath you might have had left.

“Just a minute, Mama!” you called, hoping you didn’t sound as lightheaded as you felt.

“God, I love you,” Rhett whispered, holding you close to his chest as he stroked your back slowly.

“I love you, too,” you whispered in return, leaning against him for support.

Knowing you were short on time, he pulled back reluctantly to reach for your panties, sliding them back up your legs and securing them in place. He pressed the fabric against your entrance, knowing it was liable to get messy when you stood up. He dropped a kiss on your forehead before stepping back to adjust his pants, buckling his belt as quietly as possible.

“Grab that box off the shelf,” you instructed him, sliding off the table and adjusting your dress. “There’s no way Mama isn’t going to see you, so we’ll just tell her you were helping me get some things from back here.”

Rhett shot you a mildly skeptical look, but did as you told him, pulling a large box off a high shelf.

Just as you were about to open the door, however, he suddenly hissed. “Honeybee! My hat!”

Gasping, you quickly pulled off his Stetson and dropped it back on his head, grateful that he was paying more attention than you were.

When you and Rhett finally stepped back into the store, your mama looked over and raised a surprised brow.

“Hi, Mama,” you chirped with an overly bright smile. “Rhett just stopped by on his lunch break and offered to help me get some boxes from the back,” you offered before she could even ask.

“Ma’am,” Rhett nodded respectfully, his cheeks turning bright red.

Your mama glanced from you to your boyfriend, then to the back of the store, and back again. You felt your heart plummet inside your chest. Your mother wasn’t a stupid woman. And you weren’t a very good liar.

“Thank you, Rhett,” was all she said, glancing down at the cash register. “Always such a good boy.”

“Of course, ma’am. Um, thank you,” Rhett stammered sheepishly, unable to meet your mother’s eye.

“Um, well, shouldn’t you get going, baby? I’m sure your daddy and brother are getting hungry, waiting on you to bring home lunch,” you said, shooting him a pointed look.

“Oh, yeah,” Rhett nodded, blue eyes widening slightly. “You’re right about that. I best be off. I’ll see you tonight, honeybee,” he told you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Turning towards your mother, he tipped his hat in deference before hurrying out the front door.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, your mother turned to look at you, eyebrows arched.

You swallowed nervously, wanting nothing more than for the earth to devour you whole.

“Just be glad, little missy, that it was me and not your daddy who came back early,” your mama said, shooting you a knowing look before pulling out the ledger from underneath the counter. “Now can you go pick up that deodorant that’s all over the floor?”

“Yes, Mama,” you nodded, your mortification complete as you slowly walked towards the back of the store.

As you walked, you felt your phone buzzing in your dress pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was a text from Rhett.

Sorry, honeybee 😬😘

Smiling despite yourself, you tapped out a quick message in response.

You’ll just have to make it up to me tonight 😉

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader #x reader #x female reader #outer range #lewis pullman

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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A Virtual Romance (Steve X Reader)

A/N: I was going to release this tomorrow but I'm proud of it and I want to hear what y'all think. This would definitely be a little series. It is set in the golden days of messenger and them fun Samsung flip phone. I clocked it at about 2002. This is based off A Cinderella Story. I told you guys I watch stuff and I'm like "This would be cute for Steve or Eddie." Lol. But yeah :). I hope y'all like it.

If it has their screen names next to it they are talking via messenger. If it doesn't they are texting. I'm going to color code it to make it easier on the eyes. Her virtual dialogue will be in color, Idk which one yet lol

@lunatictardis I dedicate this to you!

Warnings: A lot of this is virtual communication. They do have a smutty moment near the end. All dirty talk and masturbation.

Word Count: 2559

YOU

You rub your eyes as you squint at the computer screen. Senior year at Hawkins High was really kicking your butt when it came to the curriculum and your grades. You couldn’t afford to slack off though. You were so close to getting that academic scholarship for college.

The monitor in front of you pinged softly as a small notification appeared in the corner.

StealthyNinja02 is online.

You smile as you lean back in your chair, waiting. After a few seconds, the little box popped up in front of your homework.

StealthyNinja02: Hey you : )

StealthyNinja02: I already know what you’re going to say. Give your brain a break!

You bite on your bottom lip trying to control the grin on your face. The first time you saw his name appear in the Yahoo chat room for “People in Hawkins” you thought it was stupidest thing you had ever seen. He would occasionally pop up in conversations regarding Hawkins High or flirt with one of the girl’s names you recognized.

One day, you noticed some students bullying another when she messaged asking some questions about the new year starting. You immediately intervened, telling the popular kids to fuck off. You never understood why Tommy and Carol insisted on using screennames that made them easily identifiable if they were going to be assholes to people online.

StealthyNinja02 reached out after your interaction praising you for standing up for the kid. From that point forward, you two were inseparable. Well, virtually that is. He messaged you throughout the day and texted you when you weren’t online. For a while he insisted on meeting but you kept refusing. That didn’t curb your curiosity though. He never gave any specifics in the chats and, to be fair, neither did you.

It was a common understanding in the group chat rooms that you just don’t call out people’s names. You were fine with how things were though. Honestly, at this point, you were more afraid that if he found out who you were or vice versa, it would shatter the illusion and you would lose him forever. You liked talking to him and the way he made you feel.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Okay! Geez. Stop yelling at me : )

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: How was your Sunday?

StealthyNinja02: It was fine. My parents are still out of town so just went to hang out with some friends. What about you?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I was at work all day. Now I’m just finishing up my paper for English.

StealthyNinja02: Shit. I should properly get started on that.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Omg! Lol.

StealthyNinja02: God I wish I could hear your laugh.

You sit there and grin at his words. You never know how to respond when he talks like this. You don’t want to lead him on but…

StealthyNinja02: Did I scare you away? I don’t mean to make you nervous or anything.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: You don’t make me nervous.

StealthyNinja02: : ) Can we revisit the topic of meeting?

You cheekily set you status on messenger as AWAY and turn off the computer. The phone by your bed vibrates and you giggle as you flip it open to read the text message.

So no then? Lol.

Goodnight, StealthyNinja!

Good night, Ouyay.

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“So how late were we up this time talking to prince charming?” Your friend grins over at you from her place in the driver’s seat.

“Not too late. I spent most of the time studying last night.”

“Uh huh. Is that what the kids are calling it?”

“Shut up, Sam!” You both laugh as you roll your eyes.

After she parks in the Hawkins High parking lot, you wait by her trunk as she digs through it for her schoolbooks and papers, shoving them in her bag.

“Sometimes I wish I was more like you and then I see stuff like this.” You gesture at her with your finger.

Suddenly, you feel a hand push you forward into the car, knocking your own books out of your hand.

“Oh shit! Excuse me. You should really watch where you’re going.” Carol giggles as her boyfriend Tommy wraps his arm around her shoulders and they head for the school.

You bend down to gather your things when a man’s hand comes into view handing you some of your things.

You look up coming face to face with the king of Hawkins High himself, Steve Harrington.

“Are you ok? Let me help you.”

You clear your throat trying to regain your confidence. “I got it, thank you. You should help your friends to not be assholes.”

He sighs as he nods. “Yeah. They can be that way. Look, I’m sorry if they…”, he points at your stuff. When you don’t respond, he smiles awkwardly as he runs to catch up his group.

“You know, he may be a bit of a jerk but damn is that boy fine.” Sam watches as Steve disappears.

STEVE

How’s your day so far?

Steve grins down at his phone as he picks at his lunch in front of him. Tommy and Carol are across from him talking about some mundane crap he couldn’t care less about. His fingers quickly started pressing numbers on the keypad.

Sigh. Boring. I wish you were here to keep me company.

Lol I’m sure I’d just bore you more.

Why do I doubt that?

How’s your day?

“Steve!” Tommy snaps his fingers in front of the boy’s face. “Are you even listening? Who are you even talking to?”

“None of your damn business.”, Steve replies with a joking tone.

“We were thinking of meeting some of the other kids at that restaurant by the school when we leave today. Are you in?”

Steve casually nods his head as he turns his attention back to you.

Frustrating. Some of the popular kids were jerks this morning.

Ugh I’m sorry. Do you want me to beat them up?

Lol no! But thanks for the offer : ).

I’ll talk to you later, ok? My lunch is almost over and I have to get my homework out of the way before work tonight.

Steve’s head looks around the cafeteria. You were in the same room with him, so close but yet so far.

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Steve and his friends piled into a booth near the corner of the burger place just a few blocks from the campus. He had only been here a handful of times but it was a pretty okay restaurant. The girl that Carol invited along pressed herself up against his side. He gave her a stiff grin as he tried to scoot his body further away from her without falling out his seat onto the floor.

“Hi there. What can I get you guys today?”

All four pairs of eyes looked up to meet yours. Carol and Tommy chuckled at your messy attire. You had on the standard uniform the restaurant required, jeans and a black shirt, but your shirt had some grease stains blotching the fabric. Your hair was pulled back in a messy bun and your sneakers squeaked against the linoleum.

“Wow. Um, don’t you look ravishing, Y/N!”, Carol giggles.

Steve looked over at her with an annoyed expression.

“Oh, thanks Carol. It’s a new look called independence. Maybe one day when your daddy stops catering to your every whim, you’ll be able to recognize what that looks like.”

Your eyes turned to look at Steve as he started choking on the water you had brought to the table. He placed his hand over his mouth trying to cover his smile.

“Shut up, Harrington. Look, are you going to take our order or not?”

You flash them your pad and pen signaling you are ready. After you bring them their food they sit there for a while, talking. The girl next to Steve kept trying to put her hand on his leg but he kept trying to nonchalantly shake it off.

“I’m going to go smoke real quick.” Without waiting for a response, Steve got up and exited out the back door.

I hope you’re having a good shift. I’m thinking about you.

He closes his phone as he leans against the wall the outside wall staring off into the distance.

“I’ll see you inside, honey.”

Steve’s head abruptly turns seeing you and another woman sitting on a bench a few feet from him. The woman gently pats your hand as she passes him, giving him a polite nod before going back into the building.

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

“Oh, no you didn’t. We were just on our 15.”

He nods as he moves a bit closer to where you are. “I’m also sorry for my friends.” Steve reaches into his pocket and hands you some bills. You look at them completely confused. “If I know them, they aren’t going to leave you a tip so…” He smiles as he turns to go back into the restaurant.

He doesn’t see you pull your phone out and grin at the screen. When he gets back to his table his friends are already heading for the door. “We were just about to go look for you. Let’s go hang out at your place.” Tommy loops his arm around Carol.

“Not tonight guys. I think I’m just going to go home and relax.”

“Alright, old man.” They laugh at him as they head for their car. The girl that had been flirting with Steve gave him her number as she followed after her friends.

As soon as they drove off, he tore up the paper she had given him, throwing it into the cup holder of his car. Glancing at his phone, he bit his bottom lip when he saw he had one new message.

Aw : ). I’ve been thinking about you to. I’ll message you when I get home!

YOU

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: What are you up to?

StealthyNinja02: Waiting for you ; ). How was work?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: It was ok. Boring lol

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: What else did you do besides wait for me?

StealthyNinja02: Um that’s all I ever do? Lol

StealthyNinja02: I hung out with my friends and they brought some girl along.

A pang of jealousy coursed through your body. Obviously, he wasn’t yours but you couldn’t help it.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Oh? Like as a date?

StealthyNinja02: Uh oh. Ouyay, are you jealous? : P.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Maaaaaybe!

StealthyNinja02: Well, I’m flattered : ).

StealthyNinja02: No to answer your question. I think she wanted it to be a date but

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: But what…

StealthyNinja02: But she’s not you.

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

StealthyNinja02: Don’t do that.

StealthyNinja02: Please don’t go silent on me.

StealthyNinja02: I want to meet you.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I like what we have…

StealthyNinja02: What if I want more.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Like what?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Tell me.

StealthyNinja02: I want you here in front of me. With me. I want to take you out on a proper date. I want to hang out with you at school and hear your voice when you scold me for not doing my homework.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Lol

StealthyNinja02: : ).

StealthyNinja02: I want to wrap my arms around you every morning before class and every night before I drop you off back at your house. I want to taste your lips against mine every chance I get. I want to lay next to you in my bed talking about everything. You’re so smart. I love hearing you talk about things you like.

You hesitate, hovering your fingers over the keyboard, deciding on if you should type the thoughts in your head. Maybe it will distract him enough to forget about wanting to meet with you.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Is that all you want to do with me in bed?

You watch as the little bubble appears and disappears. A shaky breath escapes your lips as you wait for him to reply.

YOU AND STEVE

Steve stares at his computer, reading and rereading what you wrote. You both had talked about sexual things in the past but it had been things picked up in conversations. He had mentioned Lover’s Lake once and you talked about how lost your virginity there. You made a joke once about him needing to release some of his sexual tension and he jokily made you an offer that you laughed off. You didn’t come off like a prude and neither did he but he was a gentleman so he never wanted to push you into doing or saying things that make you uncomfortable.

But YOU initiated this. Does he brush it off or does he play along? Are you bluffing to see what he’ll do or do you really want to play?

StealthyNinja02: No.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: What else would we do?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: What would we do if I was there with you right now?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I’m standing in front of you right now in my Hawkins t shirt and panties. What about you?

StealthyNinja02: I’m in my boxers right now…

StealthyNinja02: Are you wearing anything under your shirt?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: No.

Fucking hell. This girl was going to kill him.

You uncrossed your legs as you leaned back in your desk chair. Sliding your hand under your shirt, your fingers gently grazed your stomach before landing on your breast. You moaned softly as you thumb touched your nipple.

Steve’s own hand started palming the growing bulge in his boxers.

StealthyNinja02: I wish I could see you. Youre making me so fucking hard.

You licked your lips at thought of him touching himself to you. He pulled his cock out, spitting into his hand, as began stroking his length.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I want touch myself but I don’t know how big you are. Stealthy, how many fingers should I use?

A heavy groan of pleasure left Steve’s throat at your question. You reached between your legs, spreading them wider as you moved the fabric blocking your cunt so you could slide your fingers along your clit.

StealthyNinja02: Use 2. Fuck I wish you were here. Id throw you on my bed and devour your pussy over and over until you were begging me to stop. Even then I don’t know if I would.

You slid your middle and ring finger into your dripping entrance easily. His filthy words were driving you crazy. You had stopped responding so Steve knew you were pleasuring yourself. He pumped his hand faster at the mental image. He reached for his keyboard typing with one hand.

StealthyNinja02: Im gonna cum. Are u?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Yes

You both cum at the same time. He grunts as ropes of his seed hit his stomach and you clasp your other hand over your mouth to keep yourself from moaning too loud as your pussy clenches around your fingers.

Everything is quiet for a few moments; no one saying anything. Your eyes glance up to the message box to see the dots next his name hovering.

StealthyNinja02: Meet me at the Halloween dance Friday night. Everyone will be wearing costumes so you can keep your identity to yourself still if that’s what you want.

StealthyNinja02: I just need to know that you’re real. I need to hear your voice and see you in front of me.

StealthyNinja02: I’ll be waiting for you in the middle of the gym dance floor.

StealthyNinja02: Please.

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wildlife4life · 6 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by the lovely @exhuastedpigeon, @hippolotamus @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @jeeyuns @hoodie-buck @theotherbuckley and @ladydorian05 Thank you all so much!

I am in a very generous mood today, so for this tidbit Tuesday I am sharing several teases from different wips. Enjoy!

NFL Buck: Athena hits the intercom above the code box, taking note of cameras that swivel slightly towards her way. A deep voice seeped with weariness comes through the speaker, "What can I do for you officer?"

In the back seat of her cruiser, Eddie immediately perks up and cries out, "Buck! She arrested me and I don't like it and I swear those tiny humans put her up to it! But I didn't do it! I swear!"

4+1 Buck is too nice: Eddie is actually contemplating stealing Bobby's nice knife set away from the firehouse. Stolen knives for Eddie's stolen boyfriend. Seems fair. Sort of.

When in reality Eddie more than understands. Athena is working, Bobby is covering for Captain Royce, and trying to get any sort of non-familiar (free) transportation from LAX was a disservice to May.

Kidnapped Mpreg Buck: Eddie grips his tiny newborn daughter tight to his chest. Its too quiet. Buck is silent, no longer screaming in agony. Their baby has gone quiet after her first cries. Doug will never make a sound again, lying dead by the fireplace. He can barely hear Hen muttering under her breath, pumping her fist hard over Buck's chest. Chimney hasn't said a word since announcing the loss of Buck's heart beat, frantically working to try and stop the omega from bleeding out. And Maddie...is slumped against the wall near the bed where her brother lays dying, covered in blood from Doug, herself, and Buck. Catatonic. Quiet. Too quiet.

Parental Chimney w/ Teen Buddie: Chimney does a double take when he see's Eddie standing just a step inside the bay doors. The older teen is wringing his hands together, looking nervous and very lost.

Tapping Hen on the shoulder, he motions towards the kid and Hen nods in understanding. "Yell if you need back-up." She jokes somewhat serious.

Chimney rolls his eyes, "Doubt he's here to cause harm."

Hen shrugs, "Your new to this parenting thing, and so am I, so asking for help won't hurt." She glances over to Eddie, "Just don't be too hard on him. From my understanding, kids been through enough and losing Buck must feel like rock bottom."

Return of sperm donor kid: “Carson, Connor is your dad, okay? I just-well-um” Buck was floundering to find the right way to explain to a beginning 5th grader how sperm donation works.

“He’s not my dad! I heard my mom say so!” Connor shouted, anger and frustration starting to take over.

Buck raised his hands up in gentle defense, “Okay. Okay. Let’s just,” He sighs in frustration, looking upwards. Buck didn’t really pray, but he did believe in the universe and Eddie would be his entire paycheck that he was cursing it right now. “I’m calling your parents.”

Carson opened his mouth to object, but Buck immediately cut him off, “I am calling your parents, and that includes your dad, the same man who has fed you, clothed you, LOVED you since the day you were born. I am calling them and then we are all going to sit down and talk. Understand?”

Hope you all enjoyed!

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the-therapist-needs-therapy · 1 year

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seventeen as boyfriends

hyung line edition :

Seungcheol

"Babe, do you want to get married?" he asks and you almost choke on the water you were drinking.

Wiping your mouth, you give him a confused look.

"Why are you asking this?"

"So you don't want to marry me?"

"That wasn't what I was sayi-,"he cuts you off.

"I'm hurt, now. My girlfriend doesn't want to marry me. Who knows what can heal my wounded heart at this rate?"he starts to sulk and you sigh.

"You're overreacting. Of course I want to marry you. I was just surprised why you suddenly brought that up"

His eyes brighten and he traps you in a hug. Only god knows how long until he lets you go.

Jeonghan

"Seriously, y/n? You want to spend our 2nd anniversary in a library?" he asks, sitting in front of you at the table you had set your things.

"You chose to go to an arcade on our first anniversary date. It's only fair if I choose this time," you say, placing a novel in front of him but he doesn't seem to notice.

"What are we even supposed to do in this place? It's boring and quiet"

"You read, Jeonghan," you say, pointing at the book you had placed for him.

He gives you an exaggerated look but proceeds to read a few pages before he lets out a loud sigh.

"You know what, y/n? I'm just going to stare at you because you seem more interesting than whatever that book was talking about"

Joshua

"Come here," Joshua says, patting the seat next to him on the couch. You sit next to him and he places his guitar on his lap to teach you some basics. He goes on for a few minutes about the strings and their names.

"So this string here is the- y/n, you're not paying attention," he sighs and you look at him accusingly.

"It's your fault. You're not fit to be a teacher," you say, pointing a finger at him.

You watch his face fall as if he was upset.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I'll try to teach you better"

"I don't think you can"

"Why?"

"You're so handsome. How can you expect a student to pay attention to anything other than you?"

Hearing this, Joshua smiles. He gives you a soft kiss on the cheek and you can't help but to smile back.

Junhui

The first thing you notice when you get home from work is the tiny kitten near the door, inside your house. Without thinking anything, you pat the kitten and it purrs softly, making you giggle. Then, you realize.

"Junhui!" you shout, carrying the kitten with you to your bedroom. What you saw took five years of your lifespan.

Jun was sitting on your bed, playing with 3 other kittens and he looks at you with an apologetic look.

"So, you decided to bring 4 kittens home without my permission?"

"I'm sorry. I was just coming home after work and saw these guys in a box near our apartment. They looked so adorable so I couldn't resist bringing them home," Jun gives you puppy-eyes and the kittens do the same. You ruffle your hair in frustration.

"Okay, fine. Only because you and these kittens are cute"

Soonyoung

Sunlight kicks your face and you blink your eyes, trying to get used to the light. You turn around to find Soonyoung already awake and staring at you.

"Soonyoung?"

"Go back to sleep. I wasn't done looking at you"

"I have to go to work. I think it's already late"

"It's 30 minutes earlier than your usual waking time. Just go to sleep"

"What are you even looking at? I probably look like a mess right now"

"You're cute when you sleep. I just want to appreciate the sight I get to see everyday"

Wonwoo

Wonwoo is still gaming and it's been an hour since he said it was his last game.

You sigh, plopping yourself on the couch of his gaming room.

"Wonwoo...."

"I swear it's the last game. I want to win at least once today"

You huff at his reply and give a dramatic reaction, falling on the ground with your hand on your head.

"My goodness, I feel like fading away bit by bit. My boyfriend's attention is getting less a less each day because of that dumb square looking equipment. If only he doesn't spare me a glance now, I might fade away completely," you say, making Wonwoo look at you.

Seeing upon your reaction, he shuts his computer down and sits on the floor next to where you were executing your performance.

"What are you doing, y/n?" Wonwoo laughs and you sit straight, glaring at him.

"It looks like you're in a relationship with your computer and not me. How else was I supposed to get your attention?"

Wonwoo chuckles once again and presses a soft kiss on your lips, making your anger evaporate.

Jihoon

"I'm not giving you this lecture again, y/n," Jihoon looks completely done with you.

"Whatever you say, I am not eating these," you say, giving a puking expression at the vegetables in front of you.

"How else are you going to get vitamins?"

"I don't need vitamins. I'm healthy as I am"

"Healthy my foot. You got sick 3 times last month"

You cross your arms, still not giving in and it makes him sigh.

"Will you eat if I feed you?"

You look at him with a funny look but soon realize that he's not joking.

"I'll try"

So that's how you ended up finishing both your and Jihoon's vegetables.

#seventeen #as imagines #hyung line #scenarios #as boyfriends #seungcheol #scoups #jeonghan #jisoo #joshua #jun #junhwi #junhui #hoshi #soonyoung #wonwoo #woozi #jihoon #sharvena.originals

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kafkasspiders · 1 year

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dragon form

• fluff, dan heng/gn!reader, soft dan heng <3, dragon form dan heng

• spoilers for next patch's storyline quest and a bit of bleach tybw arc

• word count: 1.3k

he looked adorable with his horns after his transformation, forced upon him by his rival, blade. everyone was playing cards, even welt, himeko and pom pom near the front of the express; at the front with the strange messenger that always stands near a portal... menacingly...

normally himeko and welt don't ever join in because you, march, and dan heng play late at night, when they're fast asleep. pom pom sometimes joins in at night, but rarely as they're typically busy patrolling the express and controlling it. this time though, you all played around 6 pm and you all were on the floor of the express.

pom pom was keeping score per usual, you were all playing spoons. there were 5 spoons laid out on the floor in front of you all, pom pom with a whiteboard next to them. welt and himeko were tied for first, dan heng in second, you and pom pom tied for third, and march in dead last. to be fair, this is march's first time, but she's doing well.

everyone had already gone for the other spoons except you and dan heng, even march. you were only one card away from winning, you had 3 jacks and you needed the last one. unfortunately, you were also sitting to the left of dan heng, and the game was going clockwise, so he receives the cards first. right as you were about to make your move and go for the spoon, so does mr. dragon horns.

as you reached for the spoon, so did he. his hand touched yours for a split second, he pulled his hand away first. he let you get the spoon though, so you took it, you ended up with fourth place. unfortunately, it was getting late for welt and himeko though. "i've been holding my pee... MAKE WAY!!" march screamed as she ran through the halls of the express, running past himeko and welt having a conversation, leaving you and dan heng alone with pom pom to clean up.

pom pom was about to say something to the both of you but they decided to just smile and walk away. great, now you had to clean up the whiteboard too... at least the game was fun, right? "you should've taken the damn spoon", you said. "why? your hand was on it first, was it not?" he replied while gathering the cards and handing them to you. you were cleaning the white board and the box for the cards was right next to you. "i got the white board, you can take care of the cards" dan heng suggested as he took a rag from the tables and started cleaning the white board instead.

"thanks, that was a pretty fun game. can we head back to your room? i'm bored and i have no idea how long march is gonna take in the bathroom." you said. "sure, wanna watch bleach or play honkai impact later?" he suggested. you nodded as you finished shoving the cards in the box with little care for the order of the cards.

he held his hand out behind him for you and made a grabbing gesture. assuming he wanted the box of cards, you put them in his hand. "i meant your hand, come on." he turned his head around and smiled slightly at you. you were screaming inside, you two were always close but sometimes you questioned whether he was simply just being friendly or being flirty, and whether or not he liked you. this feels like a flirty thing though, lowkey.

you took his right hand with your left hand and headed to his room. his room was close to the bathroom so you could hear some things going on in there, but you had no idea if march was in it or not as it was quiet in there. you didn't think much of it though and just kept following dan heng to his room. he shut the door behind him as you plopped on his bed before him and inhaled the scent of his bed. it smelled like a faint smell of sandalwood and another scent that you couldn't lay your finger on, but you just knew it smelled good.

"ok, wanna watch bleach now?" he asked as he walked to his bed and plopped down next to you. his bed was facing his tv, and you were both laying next to each other, both bodies under his covers. "i'm gonna go get some snacks for us, what do you want?" you asked. "i think a few snickers and some chips would be good, thanks" he replied. as you went to go to the kitchen to get the snacks, you ran across pom pom again.

you just waved at pom pom and they smiled in reply, you kept walking to the kitchen as you were thinking to yourself. he's so fine i wanna bite his dick off. alright.. that's a bit much... but he's so pretty and his little horns are adorable, i wanna touch them so badly... you made your way back to his room with your f/c in hand and acted as if you didn't wanna touch his horns a few seconds ago.

"here you go!" you placed the food in front of him on the bench in front of his bed as you did the same with your food. you were trying to get under the covers again next to him, scooting closer to him, hoping he wouldn't notice. but instead he put his arm around you. you smiled underneath him, now leaning on him a bit as you both watched your favorite anime.

you took a bite out of your f/c and drank your d/c next to him. it was comfortable and you really didn't want to move from him. you were watching the thousand year blood war arc as it had just came out, you both were at the scene where unohana was fighting kenpachi and you were so excited and almost screaming when you saw the scene as she was your favorite. dan heng's favorite was ichigo as ichigo reminded him of himself. he smiled seeing you being so excited.

they're so cute, i wish i could kiss them right now, he thought to himself while gazing at you. he wished he could live in this moment forever. "c'mere" he demanded... you were nervous for what he could want, and he didn't even pause the fight scene, you wanted to watch it. your eyes were glued on his tv while your face was right in front of his. unaware of how close you were to his face, you were shocked as he just kissed you. he kissed you. you were in shock. you had been wanting this moment the millisecond you met him. of course, you kissed him back as well. the kiss lasted for about 3 seconds.

he pulled away slowly first to see how you reacted. you were jaw dropped that he actually just did that, you wanted to pinch yourself and see if this was real, but you thought that would be cringe. he smiled at you, and you smiled back at him. "how long...?" you asked, you genuinely had no idea he liked you. well, maybe a small one, but you didn't believe it. himeko and march always said that they swear they catch him staring at you and how his eyes soften when he talks to you. now you know the truth, and you were so thankful that they were right. "the second i met you. you're so beautiful, and truly, you're my only friend. may i be yours?" he asked, in such a soft and loving tone. he's so perfect... "i've thought the same since i met you, and you can be mine. under ONE condition." you replied back immediately. you were giggling to yourself as you were trying to form the words to say this sentence.

"i get to touch your horns whenever i want." you said while laughing. he physically face palmed and let out a little laugh. "sure, whatever, love." he said as he went in for another kiss.

a/n: f/c means food choice btw and d/c is drink choice

can yall tell i love dan heng... also, i highly doubt that i'll post super often as i am a lazy SHIT..

and i also have creative blocks somewhat often as well 😋 but i hope yall enjoyed this!!

it was rushed im ngl ☠️

#hsr #honkai star rail #dan heng x you #dan heng #dan heng x y/n #reader is not caelus or stele #mentioned welt #mentioned himeko #mentioned march 7th #dan heng smut #danheng smut #danheng #dan heng il smut #danheng il smut #danhengil smut

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thegentlemansresurgence · 1 month

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Ok, I will ask anything, thanks for the invitation on your blog to do so. I am randomly asking men who use the moniker of gentleman on their blogs to tell me what they think defines a gentleman. I am so interested to know if the term has morphed. It isn't used so much in current conversations, but I love this term and would like to if the essence is the same in a man's mind's eye. I do not however, have the same fondness for the term Lady! Ok if not interested in answering but if you are just let me know what you think are the key qualities, behaviors, thoughts etc a gentleman should possess. Thanks and take good care

Apologies, but this is going to be a long drawn out answer because I'm also going to take this opportunity to brag on my grandpa.

My grandfather would be my definition of a gentleman. Papa Esley was a tall wiry man, but his biceps and tricep were ripped. He was only 6'3" but as a child it seemed like I was looking up at a sequoia tree. He had a slightly offset nose from his boxing days, and missing middle finger from his days in a textile mill.

Papa Esley always dressed well. Always in dress pants, a long sleeve button up shirt and wingtips. If he was going to work on something he'd take his dress shirt off and sport his wife beater. Occasionally he wore a fedora, had an old leather band watch. Drove a 1970 pea green Buick skylark. He said he got that color cause it looked just as nice when the pollen covered it.

If you can’t tell Papa Esley was my hero. I tried to dress like him, walk like him, talk like him and once and only once, had a haircut like him.

He took me to Oney's barbershop. I remember a handful of men arguing over current events, their wives spending money and sports. Papa loved to bring up Mike Tyson. It was finally my turn to hop in Oney's chair. Oney never asked how you wanted it. Oney gave one haircut, high and tight! I gave the man my $7 and back home we went. Mom was not near as excited about my new haircut as I was.

In 7th grade I shattered my ankle playing basketball. A few days later papa slipped getting out of the shower and broke his femur. Mom took care of both of us.

He had two twin beds in his bedroom. It hadn't changed much since Mema died in 1985. I asked why the twin beds. He told me after 9 kids they figured they might need to try something different. He knew I didn't want to hear it and he'd laugh and laugh.

So in his bedroom we both sat up with our right legs slightly elevated and he started sharing his pearls of wisdom:

Never turn down a piece of gum, your breath probably stinks.

Take your hat off when you meet someone.

Have a firm handshake.

Maintain eye contact.

Introduce yourself and say nice to meet you.

Always say yes sir, no ma'am.

Give your chair up if a woman is standing, it also applied to a person that is older than you.

The only people you should get even with are the ones who've helped you.

Loosen the lug nuts on a flat tire before you jack the car up.

This is how you date, this is how you conduct yourself, this is how you barter, this why you work hard, etc etc

This instance it was mostly one sided but I tried to slide a question or two in when I could. Some he would answer, some he would not. Questions about the war he said he would not discuss. “I had to do things I don't want to talk about, I saw things I don't even have words to describe.”

I learned that he met Mema at a state fair. Trying to impress her, he jumped into the ring with a bear... Papa Esley said he got a few good licks in but knew once the bear's paws hit him, he'd be in trouble... but obviously was a great icebreaker.

I'll tell one more cause it's a moment that sticks with me.

Papa Esley told me to never have sex with a woman I wasn't willing to raise a child with, cause that's a possibility. He explained the consequences, and how my life would no longer be the top priority. I left that day know full well where he stood on the issue.

It wasn't long after that a young girl close to my age showed up at church... pregnant. She sat upfront on the left side, alone. I don't have to paint the picture, you know there were whispers throughout the church that day. I watched my grandfather grab his Bible and go sit with her. He whispered something in her ear, put his arm around her, gave a squeeze and then looked back to the preacher.

We went to Papa's house every Sunday after church. I followed him outside... I had questions. I knew how papa felt about sex before marriage but he didn't react the way I imagined he would.

Papa, what did you say to the girl? He said I introduced myself, told her the good thing about being in a small church is everyone knows your business. The bad thing about being apart of a small church is everyone knows your business. I will help you however I can and gave her a hug.

With his actions my Papa Esley, showed love and compassion to a girl who needed it. That woman still comes every Sunday.

Papa Esley looked the part, and lived it. If he could help, he helped. If he felt strongly about something, he'd stand his ground, regardless of the consequences. He was a man of character, patience, humble and disciplined. The thing I admire the most is there was little doubt that he loved his wife. I loved how they always held hands, sometimes even when they were arguing 🤣

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