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YUUTA OKKOTSU’S DECLASSIFIED JUJUTSU TECH SURVIVAL GUIDE (AN APPETITE HAUNTING THE HEART)

❝i know this tastes too good to be healthy. the more it melts, the sweeter it gets, so take my heart out because i need all of you.

*this is yuuta okkotsu’s fool-reviewed plan for navigating all things curses, sorcery, and love.

pairings. okkotsu/reader

content, warnings. canon-adjacent, reader has a cursed technique, friends to lovers, smut (uhh... no triggers i think? other than implied virginity loss on yuuta’s part), mentions of violence/curses, possessive/intrusive thoughts... he starts of kinda sweet and weird and then just gets... weirder and worse lol, so mostly yuuta being... yuuta <2

notes. jujustu tech is a college not a highschool, yes i brought naruto in this, i believe in sasuke slander only from a place of pure love, real sasuke ridicule will not be accepted xoxo

word count. 12k i told you i could yap about him all day

playing. candy/baekhyun, untouched/the veronicas, cream soda/exo, lacy/olivia rodrigo, pure honey/beyoncé

#1 — Do NOT touch Maki Zenin’s tools (but if you do, the cute girl who hangs around Inumaki might help to patch you up).

Yuuta hadn’t meant to piss off Maki. He was trying to be helpful, but Yuuta learned the hard way today: do not touch Maki’s cursed tools, at all, for any reason whatsoever. He intended to hand it back to her, but she was prompt in assuming that was part of an attack, snatching it from under his grasp and giving him a jab on the wrist with the dull end of the stick. If the beatdown he’d endured during training put Yuuta on his deathbed, then that hit was the final nail in the coffin.

The crack! sound of his bones made everyone pause their sparring, and Gojo winced the loudest, “Ouch! That one had to hurt, kid!” It was also Gojo who gathered everyone to stand around and look down at him clutching his wrist in pain, before making the executive decision to appoint you as Yuuta’s caretaker.

“This is definitely something you can handle!” he cheered, patting the top of your head, “Take our dearest Yuuta to the infirmary and patch him up, please and thank you! With the way Maki’s been kicking him into the ground, those cuts are sure to get infected sooner rather than later. The two of you can join us for dinner when you’re finished!”

Yuuta tried to refute, on the grounds of “No—no! I—ouch—this really isn’t worth using any kind of cursed energy over!” Which was quickly met with a mischievous raised eyebrow from his teacher, “Oh? Are you insinuating that my precious student doesn’t have the skill to fix a simple fracture?” That prompted Yuuta to spill a flurry of apologies, none of which were coherent, and ended up with him trailing behind you sheepishly to the infirmary with a broken wrist, several bleeding wounds, and probably early heart failure.

Now, Yuuta sits with his feet dangling off of the edge of the examination chair, shivering from the chilliness of the room, and all of his nerve endings rattling at the realization that this is the first time that he’s been alone in a room with you since you’ve met. He winces, first at the sting of disinfectant into his wound, and then internally—mostly out of embarrassment—because his outward reaction made you pause your actions to question if he’s okay.

Okay is relative, he thinks. In the grand scheme of things, he’s okay. Concerning his current injuries, he’ll be okay eventually. Concerning this… whatever this is he feels for you… maybe not so okay.

“Sorry,” he stutters, too loud for the atmosphere and proximity of your bodies to each other, and, so, he winces again, cheeks staining red to match his embarrassment, as if he or you needed any confirmation of it. He doesn’t mean to be a difficult patient, but he has an adversity surrounding hospitals and medical care, and that alcohol really does burn, and you’re really close to his face, and—and you giggle a little, but Yuuta hears a chorus, instead; warm, spring-like, with violins and a piano and cellos strumming in perfect harmony, and the buzz of bees and butterfly wings flapping the melody.

“You apologize a lot,” you tell him, a kind smile on your lips. You step forward, just a bit, as you peel off the band-aid adhesive and gently press it over the bridge of Yuuta’s nose. It’s Hello Kitty themed. It makes him want to scream.

“Yeah, uh—sorry about that!” Yuuta apologizes, once again too loudly. He scratches at the back of his neck with his left hand, and his eyes go wide after a few beats, “No, wait—I didn’t mean to apologize again. I just... I, uh... thank you. That’s what I wanted to say. For helping me, you have my sincerest thank you.”

Yuuta dips his head to bow, and when he raises it again, you’re blinking at him owlishly, and he thinks he’s really done it now. You must think he’s a freak, if you didn’t already. He thinks you’re gonna tell him off for being pathetic and a weakling, but instead you laugh again—that precious sound that pauses Yuuta’s world for the better.

“You’re awfully formal. There’s no need for that, or to thank me. We’re friends, afterall,” you reassure him, “Even if Gojo did force you to be my practice dummy.”

It’s his turn to reassure you, his uninjured hand moving from his neck to shake frantically in front of him, “It’s completely okay,” he does his best to give you a smile as warm as the one you give him. It probably doesn’t work, but he tries anyway—he’s always been an awkward smiler, too wide-mouthed and toothy, “You can do whatever you want to me, I trust you.”

Your face seems almost solemn at his declaration, and the panic instantly kicks in again. Yuuta scrambles when his words play back in his head, “I’m sorry, was that weird? I meant that I trust your judgment. You can, uh, fix me up however you best see fit—or just leave it! I’m sure it’ll heal on—”

“You’re awfully self-sacrificing, too,” you cut him off with a laugh, your usual warm nature clicking back. Yuuta shrugs, feeble; you smile wider, “I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I keep staring, and I’m sorry to have made you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all! You don’t... make me uncomfortable, I mean. You could never,” Yuuta rushes, curling back into himself after his outburst, “You... it always feels really nice when you’re around. I can’t explain it, but everything is calmer.”

Your eyes flutter across his face, before you turn away from him, “I can tell it makes you nervous—I can hear the changes in your heartbeat,” you tell him, opening the cabinet to return the alcohol to its rightful place. You must also be able to hear his thoughts, chiming in just as Yuuta continues to wonder if his heartbeat is really that loud, “It’s part of my technique. I don’t mean to intrude on your heart.”

Is it an intrusion if Yuuta left room for you? If he wanted you to be there? Was it crazy to think that he’d give you his heart to hold and trust you to take care of it, even though you’d only met a few months ago? Maybe it would be easier if he let you squeeze tight enough to put him out of his misery already.

Luckily, you keep talking before he can say something stupid like that out-loud again.

“It’s just that... you remind me of somebody that I used to know. You’re kind like him, and you both share a well-intentioned recklessness, too. I see so much of him in you that it’s hard not to stare sometimes,” you admit, turning back to face him, and gingerly taking his wrist between your hands. When your hands start to glow, Yuuta can feel it—your reversed cursed technique is warm on the surface, but chilly underneath, like a heated blanket on top of perfectly cool sheets.

“I don’t mean to say that you’re just a replacement,” you continue, slowly rotating your hands over his injury. It stings a little, then soothes, “I’m just still in awe of how nice it feels being around you. It feels strangely—”

“Familiar,” Yuuta interjects, “I understand. You feel that way, too. I think... that’s what I meant before.” He understands your words perfectly because you remind him of someone precious to him, too; someone he used to and still loves alot. “You—it makes me happy, that’s why I seem so nervous.”

It seems as though you understand him, too. His heart sings, and you can probably hear it, but Yuuta doesn’t quite mind so much now. What he feels for you is consuming, maybe concerning, but knowing that you know what it’s like to love like him brings him an odd sense of comfort. Maybe he should be jealous that you’ve had someone to love that much before, but he’s not exactly in a position to talk. What matters is that you can hear him and feel him—his heart and his love and his sad and his happy, and it doesn’t push you away.

It makes him want to burst. He owes you a thank you for putting something so precious in his life. He owes you an apology, for ever doubting that you couldn’t handle his symptoms. He should have realized that you can handle his love.

“You feel really warm, too,” he blushes, scratching at the back of his neck with his free hand, “And, uh, not just because you’re holding my hand.”

The twinkle in your eyes turns into confusion, then surprise when you look down to see that the hand below his wrist had moved to rest underneath his palm instead. His wrist was well healed by now, and you’d been, effectively, massaging his skin and muscles with your technique for the latter duration of your conversation without realizing it.

Yuuta couldn’t tell when it went from healing to hand holding, but he’s not complaining—and he doesn’t think he could have stopped it either. Another quality to your technique that he couldn’t understand was how your energy felt sticky, flowed like honey; how it managed to run into broken crevices and bruised dents with a mind of its own. Even if he’d wanted to pull his hand away—and he didn’t, he absolutely did not—he wouldn’t have gotten far from you. He never wanted to be.

“You already have calluses on your palm,” you note, dispelling your healing energy, holding onto Yuuta’s hand only by want now, “You train hard. You’ll catch up to Maki and Toge, quickly, but not if you don’t take care of yourself.”

Yuuta almost chokes when you rotate your wrist so that your fingers are aligned. Your hand is so much softer than his, warmer than his, and maybe he’s idealistic, but your fingers seem to slot perfectly between his when you curl them.

“I’m not always going to be around to fix you up,” you warn him, “So don’t go around pissing Maki off too much, alright?”

Yuuta can feel the heat from your body flow through him. From his palm, up his arm, down into his chest, and everywhere else. It doesn’t feel real. You’re holding his hand, you’re smiling at him, you’re right there and you’re so bright and beautiful, so Yuuta doesn’t know why his thoughts are so gray and dangerous; you wouldn’t hurt him, and he doesn’t want to hurt you, so why can’t he stop thinking about keeping you like this—of stitching your hands together forever to keep you by his side, or letting this heat consume and burn you both.

Yuuta shakes his head to wiggle those thoughts away, but to you it seems like he’s saying no to staying off of Maki’s radar. When he realizes it, he nods too reverently to make up for it; surely looking like an idiot, and then to top it off, he squeaks, “I—yes, ma’am!”

Another foolish outburst on his end, perhaps, but it makes you giggle, fills the room with springtime for a moment, so to Yuuta, it was worth it. “Good,” you nod, release his hand and beckon him off of the chair, “Come on, we should go eat before Panda takes all the good sides for himself.”

Yuuta follows you back to the dorms with his stomach already full of love, love, love. He loves you, and you can hear, and see, and feel exactly what you do to him, and you don’t run. Yuuta thinks maybe you should, even though he doesn’t want you to. Surely you know what he did to Rika when he loved her.

Rika seems to like you, actually, if the humming of her voice in his head as he takes his seat at the table next to you is any indication. He can vaguely make out some of her words as you pass him the dumplings—warm, kind, loyal. He agrees. Pretty, too. No disagreement there.

In such a short amount of time, you’ve shifted Yuuta’s ethos for life. He wanted to die to be with the person he loved before, and never quite understood why Rika would stop him, why she would want him to suffer in this life alone; but maybe this is what Rika was always trying to tell him; that his love was not lost and buried with her, but flowing towards you, his heart, a beacon for you to locate.

You’d mentioned that he reminded you of someone you knew before, that you couldn’t see anymore. Yuuta doesn’t know what happened to your person before he came along; he can only hope that you’ll allow him and his heart to be a vessel for your love someday, too. He won’t disappoint you. He won’t let you let go of him.

It shouldn’t be hard. You already have his heart in your hands.

#2 — Gojo is more than a teacher. He is also the school event planner, once ranked Diamond in Overwatch, and is the only person blacklisted from any and all kitchens on campus. He also gives pretty good (sometimes questionable?) advice. His eyes are kind of scary.

You’re there when he and Toge are nearly decimated by the Grade 1 curse in the abandoned market. He still doesn’t understand much about sorcery at this point, so seeing people like you and Toge in action is awe-inspiring to say the least. Yuuta knows that Toge is nothing short of amazing, but he can’t help but to be drawn into you, you, you—your energy, your fighting style, the seemingly never-ending applications of your technique. Cursed energy in and of itself is still a foreign concept to him, so perhaps it’s that seeing you use the reverse of it so effortlessly is even more novel to him.

He can hear Rika strumming in the back of his mind, an indistinct itch and hum that sounds vaguely like laughter at his self-justification. He chooses to ignore her.

After, while he’s still buzzing with the tingly warm sensation of your technique after you’d patched him up, Gojo finds him, and Yuuta, unable to keep up a façade, pours all his anxious, worried, inquisitive feelings about his mission on the table.

“The way that (_____) can heal wounds... is that something I can learn?” Yuuta questions his teacher, eyes tired but genuine and earnest.

And Gojo, all knowing and absolutely singing at the implications, smiles so wide he’s certain his newest student could see the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, even through the dark tint of his glasses. “Maybe.”

He goes on, leaning back into the old loveseat, one leg crossed over his other knee, “You’ll probably be able to learn to heal yourself with reversed cursed technique, but using it to heal others is difficult and rare. Shoko and (_____) are the only people I know who can do it.”

“Is… did she get to learn it because she’s a Grade 1?” He remembers Maki explaining the ranking system for Jujutsu sorcerers. You and Toge were ranked the highest in the class, and amongst the other Kyoto students; it would make sense that you two have learned more applications of your techniques due to your higher placements.

Gojo chuckles, much to Yuuta’s confusion. “That’s not quite how it works—and if it were, then you’d already know because you’re a Special Grade. You don’t unlock new lessons as you move up, you move up because of how well you’ve learned to control and apply your own cursed technique.”

Right. That makes sense. Except Yuuta knows that his classification of Special Grade is a bit of a cheat because he can’t control or apply his cursed energy half as well as any of his classmates. He has Rika to thank for his immediate promotion, not himself or his own skills.

“In any case, if you do learn it, you’ll never be able to execute it like her, that’s for certain. Reversed cursed technique is complicated to learn and nearly impossible to teach. It’s one of those things you truly have to figure out for yourself when the timing is right—I only got it when I was on the brink of death. It’s 100% effective on the person doing it, but only 50% effective when applied to other people by the user,” Gojo says, “Except for (_____). She was born with reversed cursed energy, which is why she has an almost 100% output on herself and others, so she’s extra special. ”

Yuuta frowns. He never expected to do anything half as well as you, but knowing there’s only half a chance that he could, literally, only ever meet you half-way is frustrating. You can save him time and time and time again, as you already have, and all he can do is be a wound for you to stitch back together.

It must be difficult for you. A similar thought had crossed his mind when he first met Shoko-san, feeling bad for her having to carry the burden of healing others, knowing that she could never receive the same treatment in return. It’s worse for you, though, to be an angel amongst the men on this Earth—it’s not fair that you can give so much to help, and nobody can do the same for you. Yuuta wants to give something to you, he wants to devote himself to you, so at the very least, you have that. If he can’t give you anything else, he can give you himself.

Gojo laughs at Yuuta’s silence, kicking his legs up on the coffee table. “That’s hard for you to hear, huh? Ha! You truly are a lover, not a fighter, Yuuta.”

Yuuta blinks at him. “I, uh... thank you?” He says, even though he’s not so certain that those two things are discernable.

“Right now, the best thing for you to do is focus on controlling Rika and your cursed energy. That way, (_____) can also focus on fighting, and not healing, when you’re on missions together. The stronger you are, the less she’ll have to clean up after you,” Gojo advises.

He puts his feet back on the floor and uses the leverage to lean over, a bit too close for Yuuta’s comfort. “The only thing you can do for her is to learn to help yourself.”

Yuuta’s eyes go wide. He wants to—he wants to help you, wants to help himself, wants to help others, too. There’s a selfish twang for a moment, the thought of not needing you anymore tugging at his heart, but Rika reminds him that he’ll still want you.

Then an even scarier thought crosses his mind. “What happens if I don’t learn to control this? What happens if I curse her instead?”

Yuuta trembles at the thought, breathing and heartbeat erratic, his sensei moving back a bit. Rika is there again, reassuring him that he never hurt her, that his love never hurts, that the only person he’s ever truly harmed is himself by isolation of his own feelings. Trust her, Rika demands, she can handle this.

You can. Can you? You have, so far. You don’t run, you don’t push, you give, and give, and give to him; Rika was kind and playful and took and took and took Yuuta’s loneliness and sickness in stride and he still cursed her, seemingly for all eternity. He wants to love and be loved, but not if it means hurting you—isn’t it bad enough that he’s already inept at healing your wounds? Why should he risk giving you more?

“Yuuta,” Gojo calls him out of his thoughts, “I’m disappointed.”

That truly breaks Yuuta’s cyclical monologue. “I—disappointed?”

Gojo ticks his tongue, shakes his head and points a finger in accusation, “You should know your fellow classmates better by now. (_____) is not that weak or scared,” he chastises, “You’re so worried about cursing her that you haven’t realized that she is the only person so far to have effectively used her curse on you.”

Yuuta pauses, eyes wet with the awful realization that Gojo was right. You have already cursed him; your technique has already gotten past the barrier of his curse. You’ve cursed him. He never stopped to think that it was possible, worried only about himself. How selfish—he shares Gojo’s disappointment in himself.

He’s spent so much time loathing his jealous mind and decaying heart that he hasn’t opened his eyes to see you that you’ve found him. You can poison anything he does, and make the antidote with equal ease; how stupidly naive of Yuuta to think that he could be the one to diagnose or treat you better than you could him, or yourself.

“I’m sorry, sensei,” Yuuta dips his head, and also spares you an internal apology, “I understand better, now.”

“Is that so?” Gojo muses, leaning back into the sofa. His eyes scan Yuuta’s when his head is raised again, that knowing grin creeping back up on his lips. “Well, if you still want to know more about reversed curse technique, or want help learning it, it’s not an entirely lost cause. I’m definitely not the person for this lesson, but, you know who is?”

Yuuta feels a sense of whiplash from the change in Gojo’s demeanor. Confusion clouds his mind again, and he shrugs, “Um... Shoko-sensei?”

Gojo makes a loud buzzer noise, complete with crossing his arms in front of his chest in a big ‘X.’ Yuuta frowns again. Is that where Toge learned to do that?

“Wrong! I’m talking about (_____), obviously!” Gojo claps his hands together, before lowering his glasses to wiggle his eyebrows, “Tutoring is a textbook way to get some alone time, kiddo. You want to spend more time with her outside of class and missions, right?”

“I want to spend all my time with her,” Yuuta confesses, mindlessly. And foolishly, he soon realizes, when he sees that Gojo’s grin has tripled; and he’s quick to flash his hands to correct himself, “No—not like that—not in a creepy way! I just... I want to get to know her better, like you said.”

Yuuta’s awkward chuckles fill the space, and he can feel his insides burning from his cheeks all the way down to his hands. Would he ever be able to think coherently or tactfully when it came to you?

“So, uh... I... it’s okay if I ask her about this stuff, too?”

“Some sorcerers don’t like talking about their cursed techniques. But (_____) might not mind. You won’t know until you try.”

Yuuta nods shallowly. Try. He can do that—if not for himself, then for you; he can try for you. All you need from him is to accept your course of treatment; to love you is to let you curse him, completely.

“I’m a firm believer that all’s fair in love and war,” Gojo stands, stretching into Yuuta’s space to ruffle his hair. He leans down further, giving him a glimpse of his glowing eyes before sparing him a wink, “So, be a little greedy, and give it your best shot.”

#3 — Social media is the most twisted curse out there. It makes you feel so close, yet is a stark reminder of just how far you are from the person on the other end of the screen.

Yuuta has never considered himself good with technology. Even before Rika’s incident, he often felt ostracized by his peers because he didn’t have the same interest in or experience with games and cartoons. He had no reason to have a computer or a phone until enrolling at Jujutsu Tech, and there was an evident learning curve in navigating the devices. Toge often snickered watching Yuuta use his smartphone with the dexterity of a senior citizen.

He only barely set up Instagram and TikTok accounts with Toge’s help, but he doesn’t really get the idea of followers—why would people who don’t know him want to follow him? Why would he follow them? He doesn’t know many memes or jokes and even after seeing them, he doesn’t think many are all that funny, but he laughs anyway.

He doesn’t have much time to perfect his social media and meme skills, anyway. He’s dedicated to training and gaining mission experience—which pays off when Geto declares war on the school by the end of the year. Yuuta remembers how you returned his phone to him the next day, a few cracks and black, dark spots on the screen, giggling that you’d found it in the rubble, but that even your reverse cursed technique couldn’t fix its scars.

He thinks he gets the hang of it in the end—the basics of communication and the appeal behind connection with others through it—even going so far as to trade selfies with Gojo sometimes, who always seemed happy to receive them, no matter how much post-exorcism curse gunk Yuuta was covered in.

He also frequently exchanges texts with you. He much prefers to see you in person, but when you’re stuck for long hours in the ER, or away from campus on your own missions, Yuuta has grown fond of receiving your messages. He always attempts to read them in your voice and imagine your facial expressions to match those of the emojis you send. He hasn’t quite gotten the hang of those yet, doesn’t understand what Toge means when he says that not all smiley faces are created equally, so to save himself the trouble, and potential embarrassment, he’s opted to use emoticons instead. Which, if you asked him, has been working out in his favor, seeing as you call them cute.

Yuuta also uses the safety of his phone screen to implement some of Gojo’s advice; picking your brain about curses, sorcery, and healing via text message for just long enough for you to say it’s easier to explain in person to come to him and teach him in your spare time. Soon these study sessions turn into texts asking to hang out outside of class and missions and work, and Yuuta couldn’t be more elated. The screen he once scorned at seemed to be his one-way ticket to being able to talk to his favorite person constantly.

But Yuuta never thought it would become his only means of communication with you. He’s devastated when you break the news to him, over half-finished oolong tea and nervous finger-twiddling.

“You’re leaving?” He echoes, hoping he doesn’t sound too much like a heartbroken child, even though that’s exactly how he feels.

It’s quiet outside of the tea shop where you two sit, nearing seven in the evening; only the soft sounds of other customers conversing behind you two inside, distant cars on the main street, and the sound of Yuuta’s heart beating frantically.

“Not leaving leaving,” you clarify, pausing your finger twirling to place one of your hands over Yuuta’s on the table, “I’m still studying, but I’m being sent abroad for a bit.”

He should be focused on the fact that you’re touching his hand—Yuuta should be happy! Rika still cheers for you in his mind, but her voice is quieter now—but Yuuta can’t. He’s focused on everything else, spiraling about the implications of your words. You’re leaving... going away from him when things are going so well.

Yuuta was so happy when you taught him the reversed curse technique, even happier when he realized he did have the ability to heal others, knowing it also meant having the ability to help you relieve some of your burdens. That didn’t mean that he didn’t still want to give himself to you, he would if you’d have him—but now he wouldn’t have the chance.

“I haven’t told anyone else yet—Gojo only told me this morning,” you mumble, “I’m going to miss you all a lot, but we can still text every day! I don’t know how long the time difference will be, but we can FaceTime.”

It’s not lost on Yuuta that he is the first person that you’ve told about this. It’s another thing to be happy about, another little victory he never thought he’d achieve, but it’s still overpowered by the dread of you leaving him.

He blinks, placing his other hand atop yours, sandwiching them between his, “How long?” Yuuta can’t read the expression on your face, but you don’t pull your hand away. He’s glad. He didn’t think when he’d done it, but the lack of rejection feels good—your touch always feels good, reverse cursed energy or not.

“I’m… not sure—a few months at least, maybe until the end of the year,” you admit, squeezing his hand, “There are some cursed objects and scrolls they want me to help recover, and Gojo says I get to work with another Special Grade sorcerer, too.”

His hands feel so good, so warm, but everything else about Yuuta feels cold, icy with dread and fear. You’re going away for a long time, and he won’t get to see you or hear you laugh or feel your warmth while you’re gone. His sunny days are going away, and Yuuta honestly doesn’t know how many more overcast skies and rain clouds he can take.

And it’s selfish, he knows. He should be happy for you—you were chosen for this mission, for this training; you’re getting the chance to use your skills to help others, and train even further. So, why couldn’t he be happy for you? Why could he only feel a pit in his stomach about the thought of you leaving and meeting some other Special Grade who’s rightfully deserving of their title? Not only had he lost the thing that brought him to you in the first place, but you’re about to find another replacement. Sure, with or without Rika’s curse, Yuuta had become so much stronger, but what’s it worth if he couldn’t keep you by his side?

“Tsukumo is supposed to be really cool, but you’ll always be my favorite Special Grade, Yuuta,” you taunt with a smile.

Yuuta’s eyes go wide and watery with wobbly lips and flushed cheeked and sweaty palms to match. Favorite. Favorite, favorite, favorite. The word spoken in your voice rings in his head like a beautiful chime, the tones washing over him and erasing all his fear and doubt and insecurity.

You had called Yuuta your favorite. Sure, he’s still upset when he and the other first-years drop you off at the airport too weeks later, he still cries the first night you’re gone, still nearly breaks his knee trying to jump for his phone the first time that you call; but it’s okay because Yuuta is living off of the temporary high of being your favorite.

And also, because, in the end, your separation seems to have been inevitable. Not a month after everyone bids you farewell from Jujutsu Tech, Gojo tells him that he’s next on the docket to be sent abroad. He’s happy for a split second, thinking that he might get sent off to Europe where you’re still working with Tsukumo, but then Yuuta learns his true fate: studying under the tutelage of Miguel in Kenya; equal parts away from his classmates in Tokyo, and from you in Barcelona.

Whoever said distance makes the heart grow fonder was a liar and a bitch, because the favorite boy honeymoon comes to an end when Yuuta settles into his new room and makes his first call to you from Nairobi. The feeling and reality of being alone, and even further away from you finally hits him. Still, he relishes in the sound of your voice; fantasizes that when you reach for your phone to show him your new things, it’s you reaching for his hand; dreams of you laying next to him when you fall asleep on the call, and desperately wishes that he could touch you, hold you, kiss you.

He really wants to kiss you. He thinks he’s probably always wanted to kiss you, from the very moment his feelings for you started to grow; even if he couldn’t discern them at first, he knows now—Yuuta knows that he misses you like he’s never missed anyone before. The grief of losing part of Rika, and then losing his proximity to you merely weeks apart is finally catching up to him, and it’s morphing into a yearning that tugs on his heartstrings and rattles his brain.

He knows that the rate of growth of his feelings for you hasn’t been steady, but he blames you for that. You’re the reason he loves you so much, the reason he can’t sleep at night, the reason he learns how to bring Rika back—because he thinks of you, you, you, and how he lost Rika once, and he’d be a fool to lose you twice.

Yuuta thinks it’s no coincidence that your cursed technique has the ability to alter him in mind and body. You have so much ownership over him and you probably don’t even know that Yuuta has spent every single moment of his life living and breathing for you since you’ve met.

And you take his breath away yet again, when he gets to see you in Germany. Miguel is taking him to Switzerland on a classified mission, and you and Tsukumo are on your way to Austria, and by some great miracle, your layovers align. When he sees you waving to him down the long corridor in the airport, it feels like a scene straight out of his dreams. Yuuta spares no time trying to look cool or nonchalant; making a beeline to you, desperate to feel your touch after so long.

He’s breathless in those ten minutes that you’re reunited. Everything is too short, but he does his best to live in it all. He speaks a mile a minute, cramming in anything he hadn’t already revealed to you in your many late-night FaceTimes, and swallowing everything you tell him. He wants to believe that he’d made the best of what little time he had with you, but the truth is he didn’t. Because while you were smiling and hugging and telling him that you missed him, all Yuuta really wanted to do was kiss you—and if he were a smarter man, a better man, he would have.

He thinks, for a split second, that you might have wanted to kiss him too—when you rock back on your heels after saying good-bye, hesitating for just a moment, almost expectantly, before your eyes flutter away. He’ll never know, because he never asked, he never tried, he never said—only whispered, pathetically, to himself as he watches the silhouette of you and Tsukomo before you disappear for boarding, that he loves you.

He almost believes that you hear it when you turn over your shoulder after his quiet confession. Would it have been better that way—if he kissed you, or confessed in the heat of the moment—or would it be taking advantage of an otherwise beautiful moment? Yuuta will never know, and the what if tantalizes him.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and opens the thread of your messages. He starts typing, then stops. Backspace. Start typing. Pause. Read, re-read. Delete. Groan.

What’s the point? He can’t kiss you through the screen, and he’ll be damned if the first time he tells you that he’s in love with you is via phone call. He slumps his shoulders, and Miguel gives him a pity pat on the back. Yuuta goes to lock his phone when he sees the gray thought bubbles pop up below your last message and his entire body goes rigid in anticipation.

[received] 03:27 PM — [attachment: 1 image] — you should keep a closer eye on your things yuuta — i miss you already (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Yuuta’s heart stops when he sees the picture of you in your seat, wearing his white uniform jacket. He doesn’t know when you snuck it away from him, but that doesn’t matter—like anything else, he would have willingly given it to you, and then some. It looks much better on you anyway, and Yuuta pinches his eyes shut for a brief moment, to swallow down the thoughts threatening to swarm his mind of you in his arms, in other clothes, in his bed.

He opens his eyes, takes a deep breath, and lets the warm, gooey feeling settle into his veins, and moves his fingers to type.

[sent] 03:38 PM — keep it, you can have anything of mine you want — i miss you more (๑′ ᴗ ‵๑)♥

You heart his messages and let him know you’re taking off soon, and putting your phone on airplane mode until you land. He’s not so confident to send a picture in return, unless you ask for it. Maybe you will, when you’re in Austria. He’ll have to work on his selfies.

He takes another once over the picture you sent, committing the idea of you in his clothes to memory. He knows the messages won’t delete themselves, but he takes a screenshot for safekeeping anyway. Maybe phones aren’t so bad, afterall.

#4 — Do not kill Itadori Yuuji. Under any circumstances. Even if some days you really feel like it. Also, sign up for a Crunchyroll subscription.

Yuuta can confidently say that his training abroad was both the most difficult and fulfilling thing he’s ever experienced. He believes that the change he’s endured is mostly good—he’s physically stronger, emotionally wiser, and overall more confident in himself and his cursed technique. One year ago, he would have been content with dying, but now he has more than enough reasons to keep living. He has people who care about him, and who would miss him if he were gone; and he’s got someone he would miss a whole bunch, too, should anything happen to them.

By miss Yuuta means that he might burn down a small town, might level a city, might flip the entire world on its axis if something were to happen to you. In his defense, he’d go to extremes for most of his friends—but for you, there’s truly nothing he wouldn’t risk.

He figured that out in his time abroad, too; came to terms with the fact that he’s selfish with his love. He loves too much, too hard, too close, and he isn’t very willing to share. He doesn’t see it as a bad thing, anymore, either—Yuuta knows now that the way he loves makes him who he is, and right now, he has the confidence to say that he likes that person, and that he loves you, undoubtedly.

So, forgive him if there’s a cloud of negative energy the size of a coach bus looming over him at the moment, because since you’ve returned to campus, Itadori Yuuji has been slobbering over you like a lovesick puppy.

Because apparently, you happen to know Itadori Yuuji—as in, since you were four and he was three, all the way up until your senior year of highschool, when you were scouted by Gojo, who, believes that you coming home from your study abroad trip would be the perfect time to reunite two best friends who hadn’t seen or heard from each other for the better part of two years—all while keeping this little reunion a secret from everybody, including you and Itadori.

A surprise, it certainly is, when the first time that Yuuta and the other second-years see you in months is on the dingy couch in the common room, under a cuddle pile of the first-years. Nobara’s arms wrapped around your left arm, body slumped against your side, Megumi’s long limbs stretching over Itadori’s torso, leaving the palm of his hand resting on your thigh. Far too close for Yuuta’s comfort. The only saving grace is that the jacket he loaned you is also spread across your lap, offering another layer between your body and his palm. And then there’s Itadori Yuuji, squished right between you and Megumi, with his head on your shoulder, his arms around your waist, and your free arm slung around his neck.

Yuuta should have been relishing in the fact that you were finally home, but all his focus is drawn to the way your position allows Itadori to cuddle right into you, to the way your arm is around his shoulder and your cheek pressed against the top of his head. You two might as well have been in your own little world, and Yuuta hates it. And, as if that’s not enough, the realization that he was not the first person to hug you or welcome you home clicks, and his anger bubbles deeper.

Next comes dread, that creeps in slowly when you and the first-years wake up, and you and Itadori go on and on and on about how surprised you were to see each other at the airport, how Itadori just assumed that when Gojo said he’d assigned them to “pick up something super special,” that he was messing with them, how you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of your precious, precious kouhai that you’d missed so dearly.

Childhood best friends brought back together through sorcery. Yuuta’s seen that one before, and he didn’t like the ending.

You and Itadori mend the gap in your friendship like two years of no contact was nothing, falling into a pattern that’s so easy and familiar, that it’s painful for Yuuta to watch. The assumption that you’d died, and the knowledge that Yuuji had actually died only served to strengthen your vows to protect each other in the name of your friendship from here on out.

Yuuta considers putting his own sword through his chest if it means you’ll swear your devotion to him. If he died, would you cry for him? Would you pray over his grave and beg for him to come back to you?—or would you find comfort in those who kept living, find solace in a friend who came back for you and can still hold you in his arms?

“Tsuna tsuna,” he hears from his left, followed by a mischievous giggle. Toge’s taunting is hardly enough to pull Yuuta out of his cloud of rage, but the blunt end of Maki’s staff is.

“Will you stop pining so damn hard?” she sneers, whipping the staff back to her side and placing a hand on her hip, “Not only is it pathetic, it’s gonna attract curses like flies to honey.”

“Why am I the only one getting hit?” He turns to his right to motion to Megumi, who seems to be brooding just as hard. Megumi respects you, but it was easy to see that he was reaching his limit on sharing his recently revived lover with someone else. Maki huffs, “Because he doesn’t have a literal cloud of darkness looming around him.”

Yuuta sighs, doing his best to reign in his feelings, but it’s pointless once he hears your laughter across the field—light and airy and sunshiney and all because of Itadori Yuuji.

What were you two talking about? If Itadori were out of the way, would you pledge yourself to Yuuta? Did he ever hold a space comparable to Itadori in your heart—would you let him?

A broken chord strikes Yuuta’s heart when he realizes that Itadori is the person you told him about last year; the person you missed so much, and you never thought you’d be able to see again; the person that Yuuta reminded you of; the person he was happy and eager to be for you. And now, in knowing Itadori, Yuuta thinks that his willingness was beautifully naive—to think that he could compare to someone like this. Itadori is light, where Yuuta is dark; he sees the best in people, where Yuuta manages to come off on the wrong foot always; he perseveres in faith and determination, where Yuuta is fueled by an anxious desire to prove, prove, prove himself to be worth something to anybody.

He can see how easy it is to love Itadori. It’s easy to cling to faith, to believe in something higher than yourself, to know that someone above can pull you up. Yuuta cannot compete where he cannot compare; he’s a shadow that engulfs you, takes you away from light, a dream that’s hard to wake up from. He could never be bright to you; his best attempt would probably drive you and him too close to the sun, martyred for love in burning flames.

Still, even in all his jealousy, Yuuta comes to the even more sobering realization that making Itadori disappear wouldn’t fix his problems. You told him he wasn’t Itadori’s replacement, but maybe that’s because he could never be him; maybe he doesn’t have to be. Yuuji could never be him, and he could never be Yuuji, but whether Yuuta likes it or not, he and Itadori are two sides of the same coin; and as such, Yuuta has, begrudgingly, grown to feel the same sense of responsibility over the younger boy that you do.

So, even though he never expected that they would both be at the mercy of your hand at the same time in this lifetime, he absolutely cannot kill Itadori Yuuji. Not only would it make you sad, but it would probably make Yuuta even sadder in the end, somehow. What a bother.

He’s about to get up—to leave, maybe go over there, he doesn’t know yet—but he stops when he hears a calm buzzing by his ear. Yuuta blinks, slowly, shoulders relaxing unconsciously, allowing the larger than normal honey-bee to land on him. He recognizes it as one of your shikigami—and even if he hadn’t, that familiar, cooling sensation that washes over him would have let him know—so, gently, he lifts a hand across his torso, allowing it to crawl onto his finger, and strum its tune.

Yuuta can feel a few more, hear them humming around him, and he closes his eyes, lets the small group of bees flutter around him and all that looming jealousy dissipates from his body.

Faintly, past the calm hum of the small swarm, Yuuta can hear the call of Yuuji’s voice, petulant, “Aw, no fair. Fushiguro, I want calming shikigami, too! Can you bring out the bunnies? Please.”

Beside him, Toge and Maki seem bemused by his newly calmed state, then amused when Megumi sighs, stands, and reluctantly pulls his hands together before a couple dozen white rabbits flood the field and hop onto Yuuji.

The buzzing grows softer, and then quiet. Briefly, Yuuta feels a bee land on his cheek, before it flies away, leaving the smell of fresh pollen in his wake, and when he blinks his eyes open again, you’re there, in front of him with a smile sweeter than anything he’s ever known.

“Hope they didn’t scare you,” you muse, waving a finger before the last bee hovering around you disappears, “You seemed upset, everything alright?”

He’s about to open his mouth to say something, anything, when he’s cut off by Itadori Yuuji once again, with one bunny on either shoulder, and three more cradled in his arms. “Hey, doesn’t (_____) totally remind you guys of Sakura!” 

Maki scoffs, albeit with amusement, as she points her staff at Yuuji’s hair. “If anyone bears resemblance to Sakura, it’s you, Itadori.” 

Yuuji actually makes an attempt to look at his own hair before chuckling. Yuuta flashes a look to Megumi, who looks equal parts exasperated and enchanted. Yuuta doesn’t get the reference, and when Inumaki starts making gestures about how Yuuji is like some Naruto guy and Yuuji screams about how Megumi resembles a Shikamaru, he becomes too afraid to ask. 

You seemed charmed at the end of the discussion, when everybody fundamentally agrees that you’re the Sakura of the group. Yuuta is far less charmed by these comparisons (and it has nothing to do with the fact that he didn’t get one). He doubts that this Sakura person can do what you can do, doubts that Sakura is even worthy enough to be compared to you, whoever she may be. 

And maybe Yuuta goes back to his room to watch several compilation videos about ships in Naruto later that day, but nobody has to know that. From what he’s gathered, Sakura is pretty cool, and even though Yuuji bears the most physical resemblance to her, he can see why everyone agrees that your healing abilities compare well to hers. Yuuta thinks you’re better, and he’s still holding out hope that there’s some other character equivalent for you that Itadori didn’t think of, that Yuuta can, just to prove that he knows you better. He doesn’t fight any comparisons between Gojo and Kakashi, though. That one honestly freaked him out a little.

If it turns out that you’re Sakura, then he should hope to be Sasuke, but Yuuta thinks this dude is kind of a dick. From the 47 minutes of scattered Naruto content that he’s consumed, he actually much prefers the dynamic between Sakura and Naruto, even if that does equate to Itadori Yuuji having a crush on you, at least you’re out of his league and chasing after somebody else.

Still, he thinks Sakura would be upset if Naruto actually died, or worse, if Sasuke actually killed him—never mind the fact that apparently he tried to kill her? Yuuta would never do that, but Sakura still seems to like Sasuke after all of that... in any case, Itadori Yuuji must live, and Yuuta must accept his fate as Sasuke reborn.

Though, to Yuuta’s understanding so far, Sasuke and Naruto are destined to duke it out and if only one of them has to survive, then maybe it’s not so bad to be this guy. Yuuta doesn’t know how it ends between them, but he thinks he could take on Itadori Yuuji if he had to. He won’t because he’s your friend, and Yuuta’s friend now, too, but if Itadori or the curse inside of him acts up, then Yuuta can at least rest assured he can put a stop to it. That’s not something he could have guaranteed a year ago, but now, he can.

Yuuta sighs, finally locking his phone and shoving his head under his blanket. He’s been knee deep in analyses about Sakura ships for the past two and a half hours now, and he’ll admit Sasuke is growing on him, but not much. His only saving grace seems to be that Sakura is madly, unconditionally in love with him; Yuuta wouldn’t mind having that kind of devotion from you. He turns to lay on his back, staring up at the blank ceiling and wonders: if it came down to saving only one of them, would Sakura pick Naruto or Sasuke... would you choose the boy who’s loved and looked up to you since you were kids, or the boy who sacrificed everything in hopes of gaining enough strength so that what happened to him never happens to anyone else.

Maybe they answer that in the series, Yuuta reasons. 720 episodes, at 20 minutes per episode... if he devotes about half-a-day to watching Naruto, then he can breeze through it in a little over two weeks, maybe sooner if he uses his weekends efficiently. That’s plausible, and by the end of it, Yuuta is certain that he’ll have the answers he needs—and even if it doesn’t, then at least, he’ll have one more thing to talk to you about.

In the end, Sakura picks Sasuke, Naruto marries somebody else, and Yuuta understands that the two were never opposites, but complements, and that Itadori Yuuji-shaped pit in his stomach dissipates. Still, about three weeks later at breakfast he makes the argument that if anything you’re more akin to Tsunade, minus the gambling addiction, and that gets him rave reactions from everyone, including you, who is more than happy to show him your new slug shikigami as a means of commemorating your new Naruto kin.

Believe that, Itadori.

#5 — None of this matters if you don’t kiss her. You have to kiss the girl—or she’ll get mad enough to the point where she’ll kiss you.

The following month comes your indictment into the Semi-Special Grade hall of responsibility. Yuuta vaguely recalls Gojo’s lecture on how people don’t really get promoted to Special Grade—it’s classification you’re born or cursed with, like himself, or Yuuji, or Tsukumo—but, you, of course, defy all odds and expand everything Yuuta knows. Nobody is surprised—Yuuta thinks everyone was among the similar thought that you were undoubtedly unique amongst your classmates, in a way that was different from him or Yuuji. Being born with a body that generates reversed cursed energy instead of cursed energy is deserving of Special Grade status if you asked him; he doesn’t know what pushed the higher-ups into finally acknowledging your skill, but he knows it’s well-past due. And while he’s happy you’re getting recognition for your efforts, Yuuta would never wish to saddle you with half of the shit the higher-ups put him through.

They better hope that Yuuta doesn’t find out that they’re plotting anything with you, lest they meet the end of his sword.

Part of your promotion entails a dual-degree program that will have you starting medical school next fall. Yuuta almost cries at the thought of you being sent away again, until you tell him that Gojo managed to pull a few strings this time—to fund everything and keep you in Tokyo.

And even though you’re not licensed to treat civilians yet, you’re already more than experienced with taking care of and healing your fellow sorcerers, which lends Shoko’s promotional gift to be a shiny new office, right across from hers. Yuuta is the first person you invite inside, and he brings you a photo of you, him, Maki, and Toge from last year—honestly, probably the only photo the four of you have together—to christen your desk, and a plaque with your name on it for the door, that he may or may not have fantasized about it reading with your first name and his last name on it instead.

To no surprise, your office becomes a safe haven of sorts. Yuuta would define any time or place with you as a safe haven, but there’s something special about this place. Maybe Yuuta is still leaping from this being the second time you’ve chosen him. He’s the first person to see your office, the first person to sit at your chair, your first official patient when he stubs his toe against the corner of your desk (where he left the first decorative object). Maybe it’s a little far to say that this place has him all over it as much as it does you, but Yuuta likes the sound of that.

When he comes back from gruesome missions, he’s invited to let himself in, no matter how much blood he’s covered in, and you’ll be there to take care of him. It’s not different than before—not different than even last year when he’d waddled in your shadow to the room across the hall and sat down with heart palpitations while you fixed his wrist—but something about this feels special. It holds a different weight than hanging out in your dorm or cooking together in the kitchen; this office is yours, the things you say and do to him here are confidential, the yearning for and almost-kisses you almost have are for you and him alone; within these four walls, you’re free to curse him completely.

So, he’s understandably upset when your office becomes a cozy corner for the other students as well. Maki likes to take refuge inside to study alone, Panda and Toge have been caught on more than one occasion attempting to wrap gauze around each other like zombies, Megumi uses your supplies and basic first-aid lessons to prepare small kits for him and the other first-years, hell, even Gojo has been found asleep in your office on more than one occasion. He gets why people are drawn to you like a magnet, why you’re comforting, and welcoming, and a source of warmth for them, but that doesn’t mean that Yuuta likes to share you. It’s much harder to almost-kiss you this way.

He must have pouted loud enough about it, because shortly after, instead of inviting Yuuta to your office for lunch, you ask him to meet you on the field. Not one to question you, he obeys, and soon, instead he’s met with an entirely new safe haven, sitting criss-cross inside your domain with all your shikigami slithering and fluttering and buzzing about him. A butterfly lands on his nose, and Yuuta’s nose crinkles. You lean in to let it crawl on your finger instead, and don’t lean too far back when you slowly begin to explain to him the intricacies of your domain and how it all comes together.

It’s amazing, surely. Yuuta listens as best he can, but it’s hard when there’s a halo of butterflies around you, and a symphony of bees buzzing in his ear, and a slug kissing at his hand, and a snake coiling around his body and gently massaging his muscles, and your voice sound so soft and warm, and you look so pretty and, and, and he wants to kiss you again.

He wants to kiss you really badly. He wonders if that’s part of your domain—honestly, he’d wondered if that magnetic, honey-like attraction he has to you is in any part influenced by your healing nature—wonders if the confines of your space exacerbates the flow of blood to his heart and his cheeks and his—

“Are you listening?” you question, that glowing, addictive smile on your face, “You know I can make the snake bite, the bees sting.”

God, Yuuta wants to kiss you. He wants to live in the spring garden of your love forever, and ever, and roll around in the grass and drink honey with you, and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you. You could keep him here forever, he’d be perfectly content with living his days wrapped up in your curse.

Yuuta shakes his head to snap out of his daydream, disrupting a few butterflies in the process. “I—sorry,” he apologies, “I’m listening now.”

You hum, folding your legs underneath your knees and sitting before him. Yuuta’s certain he looks slightly ridiculous, covered head to toe in animals and small insects and burning underneath your gaze—wasn’t this domain supposed to help people feel better? Is there no cure for lovesickness that you can use on him—or, at the very least, embarrassment?

“I asked you why you won’t kiss me.”

Yuuta knows that if he weren’t in your domain right now, he would have fallen to a sudden death. “I—I, um,” words, Yuuta, words; a bee lands on his cheek, he takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry.”

That doesn’t seem like the right answer, judging by the twist of your lips. Of course it’s not—because it’s a lie, and you know it, and you know he knows that you know it. How could he be sorry for wanting you, for spending every last waking moment breathing for you, hoping that you’ll end his laborious breaths and pour air into him yourself?

“You know, I brought you in here to make sure that you wouldn’t run or pass out on me,” you confess, reaching out your hand towards him; the tip of your finger barely grazes his cheek as you allow the bee to crawl onto you, “I worry about your heart more than I should.”

You flick your finger gently, allowing the bee to flutter freely and your eyes to focus back on Yuuta’s, “Right now, in this domain, it’s mine to control. To stop, to beat.” It’s yours outside of here, too; to fix, to break. He knows. He knows, he knows, he knows. “Why won’t you let me have it, Yuuta?”

Yuuta gasps, and despite his surprise, despite his extreme lovesickness, despite his dark desires, his heartbeat remains steady, his body remains perfectly tempered and cool, his voice resonates clearly—all because of you.

“You’ve always had it,” he confesses, “Always. From the moment I met you.”

He can’t read your expression. He’s suddenly hyper aware of the power struggle here; domain aside, you can hear everything about him, sense the slightest physiological change in him, alter any one of his bodily functions at your whim and Yuuta doesn’t know what goes on in you. Would it be wrong to confess that he likes it; that this feels like you having him, that he likes knowing you can take him?

“I thought so, maybe,” you enlighten him, “Last year with all the calls and texts,” you lean over and set free a butterfly from his shoulder, “And then in the airport,” then guiding the snake to coil around your arm and around your torso, “And then I thought maybe you’d have said something when you were jealous of Yuuji,” this time your hand touches him, a feather-light touch to his elbow, “But you didn’t, and I was beginning to wonder if I was hearing your heart beat for someone else, instead.”

Yuuta grabs at your hand erratically, “No—no. Never.”

He’s senselessly in love with you, and if it weren’t for your healing hands, Yuuta’s certain his ribs would have cracked from the pressure of his happy heart by now; but then again, maybe he should ask you to let it break—let that fracture serve as an entry point for you and yours, to prove to you that it beats for you and you alone.

“So then what is with you? You have a habit of giving girls your heart and not kissing them, or asking them out—is it always straight to marriage with you?”

It’s torture hearing that word fall from your lips. He doesn’t have time to even begin to process it. Yuuta’s eyes flicker to the smile on your lips, the slight tilt of your head. He says something he shouldn’t, “Would you be opposed to that?”

“I’d like a kiss first,” you tease, “Would you give me one?”

And how could he ever deny you anything. There, with a harmony of beautiful insects and warm sunlight, Yuuta finally, finally, takes the last move forward to kiss you. It’s everything he wants and exactly as he’d imagined—he can feel the rush in his bones, the want in his stomach, the love against his skin when you fall into him.

It’s one kiss, and another, and then Yuuta can feel your tongue against his, greedily falling into the rush of you. He’s everywhere, hands on your neck, lips on yours, body stradling yours when he carefully leans you backwards; Yuuta has you, and you have him, and he won’t let this moment go to waste. He pulls away for a moment, only a moment, to take in your kiss-swollen lips and commit this vision to memory. He’ll have to take another visual photograph outside of your domain, when your bodies are free to breathe erratically and equilibrium is broken so you and truly, truly, feel all of Yuuta’s love in earnest.

He wonders if it’s the effect of your domain that prevents his nerves from running haywire when you take off his shirt, when you let him take off your pants, when you have your hands on his chest and his on your hips. It must be. Yuuta knows for certain that otherwise, he’d be a blushing mess of fumbling limbs and stuttering words.

Still, Yuuta thinks, domain or no domain, he wouldn’t let this moment pass him. It’s not nerves when his hand brushes over your clothed clit and he hears you moan—even if it had been, that would have been the antidote to his poison. Lust, pressure, possession wash over him in excruciating waves. He wants more. He wants you.

Impatience when he adds pressure with his hand, bliss when you buck your hips to add more of your own, greedily grinding against his fingers. Yuuta kisses you again, swallows your moans and feeds you his own when slips his hand past the barrier of your underwear, and he feels your warm, wet cunt against his fingertips for the first time, and when he pushes two fingers into your heat, he thinks he could cum right then and there, from this alone.

“Yu—Yuuta, more,” you plead. Your hand on his neck, fingernails scraping into his skin that should leave a mark. They probably won’t. He’ll be sure that next time they stick.

And Yuuta, unable to deny you anything, obeys. He curls his fingers inside of you, thrusting gently at first, and then with more confidence—and warning, when he hears you snarl about not teasing. Ironic, he thinks, as he watches your lips fall open, since you’ve had him strung along since day one.

“I wanna—wanna cum with you inside,” you moan, a sound that Yuuta promises to commit to memory. Later, when his brain is working better, and the coil in his stomach isn’t so tight, and you’re not clenching around his fingers.

You’re greedy, and Yuuta’s never realized it. You suck him in and still want more, and you must know that he’ll give it to you. It should serve as a warning, you have the high-ground to take him any which way you want—for a fool, for granted, for yourself, for nobody else; so what does it say about him that it only spurs his arousal, that it makes him impossibly hard and he can feel himself leaking from the thought of it.

“I want that, too,” he reassures you, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, because you’re perfect for him, “But I want this first. Give me this first, please. Please.”

He thinks you might cry. The rational part of him knows you can regulate it, that you probably won’t; the sick part of him wants to see it, wants to know what it takes to make you lose control.

You call his name like a prayer, once, twice, and on the third time, Yuuta can feel it as much as he can hear it. He can feel the moment that your walls clench, and your eyes screw shut, and your body convulses around him. You’re beautiful, irreverent, and Yuuta thinks that being responsible for this is the greatest achievement of his life.

He wears your orgasm with pride, raking over you as you blink your eyes open to him again. You’re lucid too quickly, he really is going to have to take the time to enjoy this somewhere less controlled later, eagerly wrapping your hand around his wrist and forcing them to his mouth. Yuuta groans when he tastes you on his tongue, nothing short of euphoric, and he’s sure to taste every last drop.

You smile, and then laugh—an almost inaudibly giggle that has Yuuta smiling back reflexively. Like always, he follows your every move and succumbs to all your whims when you lean up to kiss him, and then coax off his pants and underwear, and line the tip of his dick up with your slit and pull him in, again, by the neck to bite at his ear, “Come on, Yuuta. Give it to me.”

An order, a promise, a plea—Yuuta vows to fulfill them all, determined and spell-bound when he sinks into you. He can only imagine what it feels like for you, but for him it’s warm, wet, soft, snug, sticky—like honey, like a bee drawn to sweetness. It’s good, too good, Yuuta doesn’t know how to last when you feel this good.

He can feel you everywhere, around his dick, your hands on his back, your breath on his cheek, your skin against his. He feels stuck to you, stuck in you, mind, body, and soul as one, unable to differentiate him from you, from you, from you.

“Fuck,” Yuuta stares, carefully swiping a thumb over your browbone, conscious but not in command on how deep he’s thrusting into you, “You’re so—fuck, I love you.” He wants to hear you say it back, he needs to, he has to. He can feel it again, stomach in knots, and nerves on fire, and skin sticky, and Yuuta has to know—“Please, please. Do you love me, too?”

You stutter, only from the rock of his hips into yours, reaching for his face and cradling it between healing hands, “Of course I love you, Yuuta.” His mouth opens, wobbly, and tears flow over his eyes—briefly, Yuuta thinks that it’s cruel that you’d let him cry; that you have command over every function in his body and that you’d let him cry, but he can’t bring himself to be upset. He’d probably have cried regardless, because hearing you say that you love him is a rush comparable only to burning tightness in his gut right now.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling his lips to yours when you finally let go together. Yuuta can feel you tight around him, when he cums; and an unfiltered harmony of moans and skin on skin when he lays on top of you, sinks into you. Your hands don’t leave his hair, and Yuuta finds bliss in your affection, in being in your arms, in being yours.

He doesn’t know how long you two stay like that, he doesn’t know if physical time passes in your domain, but it doesn’t matter. He’d stay here forever with you, let you use the full extent of your prowess to eat his heart out as sustenance, bleed for you to quench your thirst. He’d be everything you need and more; he’ll make sure that he’s all you want when it’s done and over.

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Surviving NNN

Chapter Eight: Finale

You are trapped between Minju's thighs. Her smooth skin presses against your cheeks as you eat her out.

The young woman moans and begs, not caring about anyone else who might come in. The walls of the small bathroom stall do hide who the two of you are, but not what you are doing.

Minju tugs at your hair, trying to ride your face. You kneel in front of her as she leans against the wall.

"Make me cum again, oppa!"

When the two of you checked Karina's flight, it said she would be at the luggage area in a couple of minutes. How long have you already feasted on Minju's pussy?

Whatever. As if anything else matters. You dig your fingers into her soft thighs as you suck on her clit.

When you started to finger her, you put a hand over her mouth, trying to quiet her.

But you eventually gave up. Minju's moans are too pretty, and too loud.

"Oppa! You're gonna make me squirt!"

Her legs shake as she reaches for the wall behind her with her free hand. Losing control of her own body, Minju tries to keep standing.

You let your hands wander from her thick thighs towards her ass. Squeezing Minju's full cheeks, you feel her melt into your hands. She has been trying to keep it in for a whole month. Now, she is releasing all of this build up frustration.

"Oppa!"

For a second time in a matter of minutes, the young angel cums on your face. Her juices leave her body freely. Your whole face gets hit, while the rest stains the bathroom floor. Her sweet nectar makes you want to bring her to another orgasm.

You hear her loud and hurried breathing as she tries to recover. Still not having enough, you lap up her juices with your tongue. Everytime you give her pussy a good swipe, Minju gasps. Her pussy and clit becoming more sensitive with every orgasm you give her.

"Oh my god, oppa. You are so much better than I thought."

She sighs as you kiss her thighs, cleaning her of her own cum.

"Do you... Do you think you can put it in?"

Her plea makes you even harder than you already are. The thought of pounding a pleasure deprived Minju in a bathroom stall almost makes you cum already. You wonder how tight her pussy would be.

"No, Minju."

You speak against her thighs, unable to move your mouth away from that porcelain like skin.

"Oppa..."

You feel her shiver under your touch, your hands still slowly kneading her cheeks.

"But I can see how hard you are."

Minju's hand roams your hair, trying to persuade you.

"I promise, if you fuck me, I will move in with you and Karina. I will always wear that red thong you liked so much."

A light bite of yours shuts her up.

You knew she must've been awake. And since you stood over her for a couple of moments that night, almost at the edge of breaking, she must've figured this out.

"It's not even yours though."

Minju let's out a gasp, you mouth working it's way back towards her snatch.

"Wonyoung said, you begged her for it."

"N-No I haven't."

She tries to defend her pride.

"I just made her an offer."

You have reached her pussy again. You place a kiss on her lips, making Minju squirm.

"An offer to eat your former maknae's pussy."

Minju gasps again as you flick your tongue against her clit.

"How- How do you know that?"

"Not important."

Instead of continuing your work on Minju's pussy, you stand up.

You are now taller than her, her big, lustful eyes looking up at you.

"You were a bad girl. And bad girls don't deserve my cock."

Minju pouts, realizing her last plan to get you to break is slowly falling apart.

"But bad girls always get what they want."

You shake your head, reaching for the doorhandle.

"The only thing bad girls deserve is punishment."

"Please, oppa."

Minju clings onto your arm.

"I would do anything."

She guides your free hand back towards the space between her thighs.

"I could convince Wonyoung to wear that red thong for you, please?"

You chuckle. The idea of Minju trying to convince Wonyoung to have sex with you, just to be able to fuck you herself, sounds ridiculous.

"And what are you gonna wear then, huh?"

You raise an eye brow, teasing her.

"I can wear whatever you want, oppa."

Your hand is now trapped between her thighs once again. Minju rubs herself against it, trying to convince you to give up on your bet.

"A costume, lingerie, an outfit you really like, nothing.... You name it."

"Let's go, get Karina."

You get out of the stall, before you can change your mind. Minju almost had you. Her nickname is angel. For a second, you wondered how she would lool like in a costume. Minju as a white angel, with wings and halo on, getting fucked into the bed beneath her.

You shake your head, hoping that nobody notices you coming out of the ladies' bathroom.

Once you get back to the luggage area, it only takes a minute or two, before the door opens and the passengers from the flight from New York start to leave the gate. Minju has caught up with you by now, pouting in silence next to you.

That was her last chance. Her last chance of having you to herself for the next month. That was their bet. Whoever could make you cum first, is allowed to do with you for a month whatever they want. Minju planned on getting creampied more often than she could count. Her pussy eventually overflowing with your cum.

But as the young angel sees your girlfriend walk towards the two of you, she finally has to admit defeat.

"Oppa!"

As soon as she sees you, Karina runs towards you. You open your arms, waiting for her to reach you.

Your girlfriend crashes into you, before you wrap your arms around her.

"I missed you."

Karina's eyes look up at you. The darkness in them shows that she missed you in more ways than one.

"I missed you, too."

You lean down to kiss her forehead.

"Hi, Minju."

Karina reaches out to take Minju's arm, still in your embrace.

"Glad to see you back, unnie."

She seems a little disappointed.

"Where are the other two?"

"They have a schedule."

Karina turns her attention back to you.

"Oppa. Let's drive home now. I'm too tired to eat at a restaurant."

You nod in understanding.

"Chicken?"

Karina smiles from ear to ear at you suggestion.

"Hell, yeah!"

She gives you a peck on the lips, before finally reaching for her luggage. As she does so, you quickly check the time on your watch. 10:30 pm. One and a half hours to go.

Chaewon and Yena arrive at your apartment, before the food does. You already helped Karina unpack her luggage, while Minju set the table.

"Are you actually still holding up?"

Karina whispers at you, while the two you stand in your room.

"Of course. You promised me a great present."

She smiles again, giving you another peck.

"What is it by the way?"

Karina shrugs her shoulder.

"I guess you're gonna have to find out."

Your eyes widen, when she keeps talking.

"Minju tastes delicious by the way, right?"

"W-What?"

You feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Oh, come on. I tasted her when I kissed you at the airport."

"How do you know it's her?"

Karina rolls her eyes as you swipe your hand across your lips.

"I knew you ate out someone. Minju was just the closest possibility."

"I didn't fuck her though. And I didn't cum."

You are a little nervous. Is this already considered cheating? But Minju said that Karina was fine with it.

"Wow. I didn't expect you to be this mean. You ate her out, but you didn't fuck her?"

Karina shakes her head, pretending to be hugely disappointed.

"Well... I didn't want to lose."

"Good point. But I think it's time to make it up to her. Don't you think?"

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm supposed to sleep with her?"

"Yeah. That's your gift. You can sleep with the four of us tonight."

"With all of you?"

Has Karina gone insane? Why would she say this?

"Yes."

"At the same time?"

"Yes."

"And you don't have a problem with me, fucking other women?"

Karina shakes her head.

"As long as I get the first load, I don't care whom you fuck tonight."

You check the time again. 11:20. Forty minutes to go. How are you supposed to hold back until then? Now knowing what the prize is?

You take a deep breath, before walking out of the room.

"Oh my god, she actually send it to you?"

You hear the three girls laughing in the living room.

You and Karina walk up behind them while they all sit on the couch.

Because Yena, Minju and Chaewon keep giggling, they don't hear the two of you.

"Yeah, she asked me if I could convince him."

The two of you are finally able to look at the screen of Minju's phone.

At first, you don't know what you are seeing. But you quickly recognize the motion of the young woman's fingers. You don't know who it is, but you see her fingering herself. Her pussy looks a little smaller than Karina's and a little more pink as well. Her moans are rather cute than sexy.

"Oh fuck, unnie. Why did you tell me?"

Her voice sounds familiar. You swear you heard her talk today.

The girl in the video switches the view of the phone camera to the front. You can now see that she is sitting in front of a TV. The person on the screen is you. It's a picture of you without a shirt on, while you dance in the rain.

"Unnie, I want to fuck him too."

Her needy sigh is barely audible over the three girls' giggles. But you do recognize her now. Wonyoung. Why is she getting herself off, while looking at a picture of you?

The camera changes again. Now, it's pointed at her face. Wonyoung has never looked this beautiful. Her brown hair is hiding the left side of her face, but you can still see how her mouth is hanging open. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, her tongue sticking out.

Why did Wonyoung send Minju this kind of video? Because she hoped it would make Minju ask you to fuck her?

You feel yourself getting hard at the idea. You never expected Wonyoung to feel about you this way.

Unable to tear your eyes off Minju's phone, you watch Wonyoung's face as she cums on her fingers. Her eyes and mouth are shut tight as if she is trying to be quiet. Her eyebrows are furrowed.

The video ends when it looks like Wonyoung lets her phone fall out of her hand.

"You little sluts."

The three girls jump as they hear Karina's voice. She reaches for Minju, who is sitting in the middle, and pulls at her hair.

Minju squeals as her head is pulled back.

"You were supposed to make oppa fail. Not tell your friends about it."

"Unnie."

Minju's face is twisted in pain, Karina's hand still deep inside her hair.

Your girlfriend finally let's go of it, before looking at all three of them individually.

"Which one of you couldn't help herself? Who came already?"

Her scolding tone makes the three girls shrink into the cushions.

They are all reluctant to admit their failures.

"Minju, I know you came."

The young angel pouts, disappointed that she got caught.

"But I worked the hardest."

"No you didn't."

Yena shoots back.

"I didn't cum."

"Good girl."

Karina pats her head.

"Chaewon?"

You see her eyes dart between the two of you.

"M-Me neither."

You know she is lying. Chaewon is a bad liar. And it seems like Karina can't be fooled as well.

"You are lying, Kim Chaewon."

Instead of arguing, the young woman nods hesitantly.

"Yena gets her reward first."

The pink haired girl's eyes light up.

"What reward?"

Karina turns to face you after your question.

"She is the first to ride your face."

"What?"

Before you can react, Yena is already standing next to you. Her dolphin shorts and her small crop top are a tight fit. Her nipples still poking through the yellow material.

"Eat me, oppa."

You shrug your shoulders. There is barely half an hour left. You survived eating out Minju. How hard can it be to resist Yena?

She squeals in delight as you pick her up. Placing her on the edge of the dinner table, you motion for her to get rid of her shorts. While Yena does so, Karina keeps talking.

"The two of you get punished. You are only allowed to touch yourselves, after oppa made me and Yena cum."

Chaewon and Minju are visibly against it, but they don't have a choice.

You watch Yena taking her shorts off. As expected, she isn't wearing any underwear.

Her neatly trimmed pussy invites you to have a taste. You kneel in front of her, placing your head between her legs.

Yena moans as she feels your lips on her thighs. She has been holding out for the whole month. Every touch of yours makes her shiver.

You slowly make your way up towards her core. Yena's breath hitches as you finally place a kiss on her lower lips.

Glancing to your right, you see Karina leaning against the back of the couch, arms folded in front of her chest, while she watches you. You see her biting her lips, her legs slightly rubbing against each other. She is probably regretting wearing a jeans by now. A skirt would've given her easier access.

Minju and Chaewon both placed their chins on the backrest, while they watch you, eating out their former band mate.

Yena's cute moans quickly mix with the sounds of you, eating her pussy. You attack her as if you were starving for days. Her cunt becomes a delicious meal as you lick every inch of it.

Yena's hands hold onto the edge of the table, while yours are placed on her thigh, forcing them to stay open.

The young woman crumbles more and more under your touch. She hasn't cum for a whole month as well. She is equally sensitive.

When you take her clit into your mouth, you know it's only a matter of seconds.

"Oppa!"

A heavy sigh escapes her lips, before she quivers on top of your dinner table. Her wet pussy is glistening with her juices as you start to lick her clean.

Yena's body keeps moving on its own, until you lapped up everything.

"Come here."

You look at Karina, her eyes burning with lust. When she is really horny, she can become dominant, telling you to fuck her. But as soon as you actually touch her, she becomes butter in your hand.

After getting up, you walk over to her. You spin your girlfriend around, bending her over the backrest.

You see Minju biting her lip, while Chaewon had placed her hand over her skirt. It's a white one. Her matching crop top shows off her naked tummy.

After unbuttoning Karina's jeans, you pull down the zipper. Her lower half is revealed inch by inch as you peel the tight blue fabric off her.

Instead of eating her out, you pull her black panties to the side, before letting a finger enter her pussy.

Karina moans at your touch. She has waited so long for this. A second finger joins the first just a second later.

Karina is already wet enough for you to start to finger her immediately. She couldn't stop imagining you with Minju, after she tasted the younger girl on your lips.

You lean over her, kissing her neck.

"How often did you cum after you left?"

"I didn't."

Karina gasps as she feels your fingers move inside of her.

"Don't lie to me, baby."

You kiss her again.

"I'm being hon-fuck!"

You reached her G-spot, now rubbing it, making Karina stop mid sentence.

"Just tell me."

You keep fingering her, while your knee parts her legs.

Karina's hair is covering her face, so you are unable to see her expressions. But her moans tell you enough about how good she feels.

"Three. Three times."

The other girls watch as your fingers in Karina's pussy push her against the backrest.

"Minju. Strip."

The young angel jumps off the couch at your words. A big grin on her face.

In a blink, her top is gone. Her shorts hit the ground, revealing that she lost her underwear at the airport. You wonder if some lucky fan will find it in the restroom.

"Make Karina eat your pussy. She said she loves your taste."

"Yes, oppa. Thank you, unnie."

Minju blushes at Karina's comment.

She places one foot on the couch, showing off her pink pussy lips. Reaching down for Karina's hair, Minju pulls her head up.

Your girlfriend's face is forced against Minju's cunt.

By the way Minju's head rolls back, you can tell that Karina immediately starts with her new task. Every moan she releases into Minju's pussy, makes the younger girl moan in response.

Your hands keep working inside Karina's snatch, slightly curled up to reach her G-spot. Yena must have snuck up to you, because she is now wrapping her arms around your lower torso.

"Oppa."

Her cute voice makes you turn your head, her face buried in your back.

"Can I suck you off, oppa? You taste so good."

You shake your head. It's not past midnight yet.

"Please?"

"Chaewon. Shut her up and sit on her face."

The girl on the couch beams with excitement. She had to suffer the last couple of minutes, having to watch you eat Yena out. She wasn't allowed to touch herself and she couldn't look away either.

Her black Le Sserafim panties are soaked with her juices already as she gets off the couch.

Yena holds onto you for a moment, while Chaewon tries to get her off you. But a second later, Yena resigns to her fate.

You don't see what's going on behind you, but eventually, Chaewon starts moaning. Whatever Yena is doing, she is doing the right thing. And she isn't begging anymore.

You suddenly remember what she just said. How does she know, how you taste?

Karina kicks your shinbone by accident as more pleasure takes over her body. She keeps moaning and mumbling into Minju's pussy. Both of the younger girl's hands are holding onto her hair.

With your free hand, you reach around Karina's body, ready to give her the final push. Your hand dives underneath her plain, white shirt, making it's way towards her chest. Her smooth skin feels amazing underneath your fingertips, until you reach her bra.

For easier access in times like these, especially in public, Karina has started to wear bras that can be opened in the front. They are easier to close afterwards as well.

You unhook her bra with one finger, feeling her tits leaving their lace prison. Playing with her mounds underneath her shirt makes Karina wetter than before. As much as you like her tits, she likes it when you give attention to them. She can turn into a submissive slut for your cock, just because you have played with her chest for a couple of moments.

Just like now. Her pussy closes around your fingers. Minju has to pull her further into her core as she tries to get away from her. You pinch one of her nipples, making Karina cum.

Her legs buckle as she moans louder than before. Minju feels the aftermath, her own pussy now contracting around thin air. The thought of your fingers inside her pussy makes her cum as well.

The two girls breath heavily in tandem as they both ride out their highs.

You need two attempts to slowly pull your fingers out of Karina's snug pussy. They are now coated in a thick layer of her cum.

Turning around, you see that Yena is lying on the floor, Chaewon on top of her. She is literally riding her face right now. As if she is riding cock. Her eyes are closed in unspoken bliss. The way Yena moves her tongue indicates that this isn't their first time doing this.

Chaewon's moans are more reserved and more quiet. You shut her up completely, by forcing your fingers into her mouth.

The young girl moans around your fingers as her tongue starts to lick them clean.

Glancing at the clock that is hanging on the wall of the living room, you sigh in relief. Five more minutes. You got this. No matter what they could do to you, there is no way you could fail now.

"Chaewon, get off."

You tap her shoulder, making the girl look up at you.

"Time to make proper use of Yena's mouth."

The pink haired woman gets off the ground, kneeling in front of you. Without a word, she starts to undo your belt, eagerly licking her lips.

"What about me, oppa?"

Chaewon's disappointment is written on her face.

"Come here."

As she does what you tell her, you spin her around, making her stand, with her back towards you, on your right. You reach around her body, quickly finding her panties, which once again hide her pussy. She quickly pulls them to the side, making you dip a finger into her honey pot.

By now, Yena has gotten rid of your pants. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of your boxers, before pulling them down. Your hard cock lands on her face. It almost reaches past her eyes. She lets it rest on her face, slowly sticking her tongue out.

At the same time, you start to finger Chaewon properly. Her quiet moans become a little louder.

Yena starts sucking you off. Her pace is quick from the beginning, desperate to show you what you have been missing. Her lips are tightly wrapped around your cock as she moves along it's length.

You feel Chaewon lean against your side as you bring her closer to orgasm. Karina and Minju moan behind you, you are too busy with Chaewon and Yena to turn around.

Yena's lips feel incredible. Especially after that whole month. It almost seems like Yena's mouth was made for sucking cock. Her eyes are closed as she keeps enjoying your dick in her mouth.

Chaewon is unable to pull her panties to the side by now. You feel them rub against your fingers whenever you move them. Her pussy could rival Karina's in tightness.

"Oppa!"

The young girl mewls as she cums on your fingers. She arches her back as she presses her head into your side.

Meanwhile, Yena has moved from giving head to using her throat. Her gag reflex makes her tighten around you. More and more spit starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth as Yena tries her best to make you cum before midnight. Only two more minutes to go.

Pulling your fingers out of Chaewon, earns you whine from the young woman. You place both of your hands on Yena's head, starting to fuck her throat.

She stops moving now, keeping her head in place. You use her mouth like a cock sleeve, thrusting into her, until her eyes water.

A small puddle starts to form underneath her as she keeps taking your cock. She does her best to keep her lips tightly wrapped around you. But because of your speed, she is unable to keep all of her saliva inside her mouth.

As you feel your orgasm approaching, you know that there is only one place you can cum.

"Karina."

You manage to groan your girlfriend's name.

She appears next to you, her top and bra gone by now. Her nipples are covered in spit as she kneels next to Yena. It seems like Minju already prepared her for this.

You let go of Yena's head, quickly pulling out. Strings of her saliva are still connecting your cock with her lips. While you watch Yena and Karina trade places, you are able to take a breather. A couple of seconds more in that heavenly mouth of hers and you would've cum down her throat.

Karina pushes her tits out as she gives you a seductive stare, biting her lip. Your cock is just about the right height for her to wrap her tits around it.

You watch her spit into her cleavage as her tits swallow your cock. The warmth of your skin makes your head fall back as Karina starts to move up and down.

Her warm tits push you closer towards your first orgasm in a month. You can feel the pressure rising in your abdomen.

Needing to hold onto something, you grab some of Karina's hair. She looks up at you with a knowing smirk. The two of you did this so many times already and yet you both don't grow tired of it.

You feel Karina picking up the pace a little. You groan as you watch the tip of your cock appear from between her tits, before it vanishes in their depths.

You suddenly take notice of the three girls, who are knealing next to Karina. Yena and Chaewon on her right, Minju in her left. They watch in awe as they envy Karina's ability to make you feel this good with just her tits.

"Where are you gonna cum, oppa?"

Yena asks this question as if she wants to know what you want for dinner.

"There is only one proper place, idiot."

Chaewon nudges her side with an elbow.

Minju looks up at you, her big eyes pleading for your attention.

"Are you gonna cum on unnie's tits, oppa?"

Karina moans at the thought and you almost cum right there. You remember all the times you painted your girlfriend's chest white with your semen.

Only able to shake your head, you keep making Minju guess.

"Her face?"

Minju sticks out her tongue as if she is waiting for her own facial.

"Or in her mouth?"

Minju's seductive tone and Karina's warm mounds finally push you over the edge. You are surprised you were able to hold out this long.

As she feels your cock twitch in her cleavage, Karina let's go off her chest. You pull away, before pushing inside her wide open mouth.

Thrusting inside, you care unable to check the time. Has it been two minutes already? Whatever. You see stars as you finally unload inside your girlfriend's mouth.

Rope after rope of build up cum floods her insides. Karina tries to gulp down all of it, but some starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth. Luckily, Yena and Minju are more than happy to help. The two of them make use of their tongues, finally able to taste your cum for the first time.

Karina tries to catch her breath as your cock slowly softens inside her mouth. Her throat is all sticky, making it harder for her to breath.

You watch as Yena turns towards Chaewon, giving her a deep kiss. The two girls share your cum as you can see their cheeks bulge, due to their moving tongues.

You are even to tired to be startled as the doorbell suddenly rings. That must be the food. Minju, being the closest to the door, gets up and walks towards the door. You want to tell her to get dressed first, but you feel Karina's tongue swirl around your cock, making you weak.

Only able to stand in your living room in silence, you watch as Minju opens the door.

She is completely naked, but she put some of her hair over her face. You are not sure if the delivery guy is able to tell who she is, but by judging the sound of his voice, it's clear that he is focused on something else than her face.

After Minju took the boxes of food, she blows the guy a kiss while winking.

"Have a lovely night, babe."

She closes the door behind her, not without looking back, smiling as she sees the man stare at her naked backside.

The thrill of some stranger checking out her naked body makes Minju's pussy wet as hell, which might be an odd comparison. Maybe more like a waterslide. That would be appropriate.

She almost runs towards the dinner table to put down the boxes.

"Oppa, give me your cock."

She whines as Yena and Chaewon still look at her in shock. Karina has finished cleaning your cock by now. She takes it out of her mouth, holding its base with her hand.

"Time to fill this little angel with your cum, honey."

Karina winks at you, before giving your tip one last kiss.

Before Minju can react, you reach behind her and swipe the boxes of food off the table. They all make some noise as they fall to the ground. You don't care. For a month, even longer than that, you dreamed about fucking Minju. To turn her into a begging mess.

You push her against the edge of the table, making her fall onto the wooden surface. Using your hands, you pull her legs apart so much, her feet are almost at the same hight as the rest of her body. How flexible she is.

You don't need any warm up. The sight of a naked Minju is too much for your mind anyways. She is wet enough already after having played with Karina earlier and after making the delivery guy fall in love with her body.

You align your cock with her snatch, moving your hands towards her full thighs. You grab them hard, making Minju wince. With one thrust, you part her lips and push deep inside her pussy.

Minju's eyes roll to the back of her head, feeling how you stretch her open.

Another thrust, this time, you bottom out inside of her. Minju's moans are music to your ears as you start to fuck her hard and slow.

Her walls are tight, her pussy wet. It feels like she is pulling you in with every thrust. The other girls have gathered around to watch, praising Minju.

"Oh, gosh. How does that even fit?"

Chaewon seems genuinely curious, her hand moving between her thighs. She is trying to fit more than two fingers inside her own pussy, trying to match the thickness of your cock.

Minju whines with every thrust, making you want to fuck her even harder.

Yena puts her hand on Minju's naked stomach, closing her eyes.

"I can even feel oppa rearranging your guts. That's so hot."

She moans as she imagines feeling it inside her own body.

Karina is standing behind you, pressing her body against yours. You can feel her nipples rub against your back.

"You fuck her so good. Take your prize, oppa. It's yours. You own it. Have your way with it."

It feels weird to hear Karina refer to Minju ad an object. And yet, it does seem to make sense to your body. As if on its own, your body starts to thrust into Minju harder. The flesh on her thighs turns red around your finger as you hold onto her legs.

"She is just a cum dump for you. Only here to milk your cock, oppa."

You pound Minju into the surface of the table, her back starting to arch off the wood.

"Tell him, Minju. Tell him what you are."

"I'm yours, oppa."

Without a second of hesitation, Minju starts talking between her loud moans.

"Take me as you wish. Use my body to make yourself cum."

"Address him properly, slut."

Yena gives Minju a light slap on her cheek. The younger girl moans.

"Please, daddy. My holes belong to you. All of them!"

Minju closes her eyes. The pleasure in her pussy and the pain in her thighs both start to become equally too much.

Her loud moan is interrupted by Chaewon, suddenly spitting into her mouth. The youngest chokes on her saliva.

"You are nothing but talk. Make him cum already. You are being a bad toy for oppa."

Minju squirms around on the cold surface, the degradation too much for her mind to handle. With a familiar squeal, she let's herself go.

The young angel squirts on your cock, drowning it in her juices. It makes you almost slip out, but you just pull her further towards you.

"Let go of her thighs, oppa. You are gonna break her legs."

You do as Karina says, only now realizing how hard you are holding onto them. As you place your hands on her waist, you see the massive red fingerprints on her otherwise flawless skin. Those are going to turn into bruises.

Minju starts moaning again as she feels your hands press into her stomach.

"I'm a good cum dump, daddy. Give me all of it."

Another slap from Yena.

"Who are you to demand something from him? Beg like the slut that you are."

Unable to think straight in her cock drunken state, Minju just starts spilling utter filth.

"Please ruin me, daddy. My pussy is only for your cum. That's why I exist. For you to pump your cum into my little cunt."

You fuck her so hard and fast by now, she is almost unable to form words. You are glad you just came, now able to make full use of Minju's body.

You never expected her to get off to being degraded by her former members. Her snug pussy feels like a cock sleeve as Minju's arousal starts to know no limit.

"Make me cum on your cock again, daddy. Please. Make me think of your cock when-"

Her back arches off the wood, her words interrupted by another orgasm. You keep fucking her. It takes a while for Minju to finish her sentence.

"-whenever I'm horny. I can't live without it anymore."

Karina now leans over Minju. She is now standing next to Chaewon, on Minju's left. You are surprised when you see her slap Minju's left breast. It makes the youngest squeal in pain.

"Make him cum already. We don't have all night."

Minju sobs, nodding with her eyes closed. You feel her flexing her abs, trying to make her pussy even tighter.

"You are just a worthless cum dump."

With every word, Karina gives Minju's chest a slap, alternating between both of her tits.

"Maybe Wonyoung could do a better job."

"No, unnie. Please!"

Minju's desperate voice pushes you closer towards your slowly building orgasm.

"I'm the best cum dump for daddy. My hole is made for his cock."

You feel her flexing her abs again, underneath your hands. You are still surprised how she is able to stretch out her legs like that, even while getting fucked like a piece of meat. Her feet are hanging off both edges of the table.

"Please, daddy! If you cum now, I will wear a collar for you all the time, showing everyone I'm yours. Write on it whatever you want."

"How about 'cum dumpster'?"

Yena gives Minju's cheek another slap.

Chaewon holds the youngest's head in place.

"Or 'sex toy'."

She spits into her mouth again.

The final blow belongs to Karina.

"It must be 'master's cum bucket'."

You groan as you feel Minju's pussy contract around you, making both of you cum.

"You always have to wear it. At home, in public, at the airport. Everywhere."

You shoot your load into Minju's awaiting pussy. She gasps and moans at the hot feeling in her core. Her abs hurt because of the constant flexing. Her pussy milks more and more of your cum into her belly.

Minju mewls and whines, begging to be able to wear a collar like these.

"Fuck, oppa!"

Yena screams as she cums once again. You hold her body in place as you keep fucking her. You are holding her in your arms, impaling her on your cock again and again. Her back is arched back, making her abs flex wonderfully. Her yellow top is bunched up underneath her shoulders. You lean forward to capture her nipples with your mouth.

You hear whining and moaning from behind you on the couch.

Minju, being the cum filled mess she is, is trying her best to fend off Karina and Chaewon. While the younger girl is sitting on her face, forcing her to eat her out, Karina is trying to pry open her legs. Your girlfriend is doing her best to get her mouth closer towards Minju's cum filled snatch, trying to have more of your load.

The young angel has barely any resistance left in her. In the end, she has to admit defeat. She can't help but moan into Chaewon's pussy as she feels Karina eating your cream pie out of her.

"Fuck me harder, oppa!"

Yena makes you focus back on her. You thrust forward faster, while pulling her towards you again and again. You reach even deeper into her pussy. If you could see behind you, you would be able to watch Yena's toes curl in pleasure.

"Oppa!"

She is unable to wrap her legs around your torso, too weak to do anything but moan. You devour Yena's chest once again, making sure her nipples are covered in spit.

"Fuck, Yena. Gonna cum."

You lie her down on the backrest, her body bending due to her flexibility. You start cuming all over her body. Her tummy, her pussy, her chest, her face. You cover all of it in your cum.

"Oh my god, oppa."

Still having this undying fire burn inside of you, you thrust into Yena again as soon as you stop cuming.

You feel the rays of the sun shine onto your face as you slowly drift off to sleep. You are lying in your bed, Karina next to you, her back turned towards you. This would've been a normal night, except for the three other bodies in your bed.

Yena is lying on Karina's side. She fell asleep right after eating Karina out one last time. Her face is resting against the older girl's thighs.

Minju is lying at the foot of the bed. Lying on her back, you would be able to see what you did to her, if you were to stand next to her. Her pussy is still full of cum after another cream pie. The red marks on her thighs slowly start to turn purple. You don't remember who it was, maybe you, but someone used a marker to write something on Minju's throat.

"Owned"

You wonder how long it's gonna take for the black ink to disappear.

Chaewon feel asleep last. The young troublemaker is your small spoon as your cock is still imbedded in her freshly fucked pussy. She is proving herself as an excellent cock warmer, your hot cum still deep inside her body. Her black Le Sserafim panties are hanging out of her half opened mouth. Evidence of you, trying to silence her screams.

With a smile on your face, you finally fall into your dreams. The girls promised to stay for a couple of days longer. NNN was worth it after all. Maybe next year, Karina is able to convince Wonyoung as well. Having a fivesome is something you never deared to dream of. What are you supposed to call it when Wonyoung actually joins? Your own bangbang?

The thought starts of your dream.

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We Can't be Friends - Spencer Reid (smut)

Since y'all loved my other mother's best friend fic so much, I wanted to write another. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: JJ's daughter, the reader, has joined the BAU a while ago. She and Spencer have been fooling around ever since, even though both know they can't be more than just friends and yet even at being friends, they fail. At least until an incident finally lets the others in on their love.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), age gap, blood, reader is shot (she survives ofc), mother's best friend, stupid lovers, hidden relationship

Pairing: Spencer Reid x JJ's!daughter!reader (3.2k words)

The gasp rumbling through (y/n) echoed through the room, loud enough to draw a gritty laugh from Spencer. The tall man towered over her, hands cupping her cheeks as their lips moved in sync. No words were spoken as he guided her towards the hotel bed, pushing her down to shuffle out of his clothes, all while (y/n) hastily undressed herself.

“We don’t have much time, Spence.” (Y/n) mumbled against his lips, naked body searching his like they had done numerous times before. It was a dangerous game they were playing, (y/n) had joined the BAU only a few months ago, always followed by her mother’s watchful eyes. Too many fights had happened between (y/n) and her mother, JJ, since she had joined the team, making the young woman feel as if her mother wasn’t trusting her – rightfully so, and yet neither (y/n) nor Spencer dared to let others in on their back and forth. Nothing but friends – a lie both kept on telling themselves.

“Then we better make the most of it.” His lips kissed their way down her naked body, eyes flickering up to (y/n)’s, watching her with mischief swimming in his pupils. It was scandalous almost, her mother’s best friend, the one who had watched her grow up for years, was now the man whose closeness she searched at any given chance, drawn to him like ancient lovers fulfilling their prophecy.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” Spencer’s thin fingers brushed through her slit, spreading her arousal on her pulsing bundle with a smirk widening on his lips. Wordlessly, she tugged on his brown curls, begging him to finally fuck her after a day filled with chases, with clues they had tried to follow and a killer still on the loose.

“Spencer,” (y/n) choked on his name as he pushed two fingers into her cunt, spreading her walls like he had done just yesterday evening. They were desperate for any and every moment together, hidden away in empty rooms, broom closets, or their hotel rooms while the others were out and about. “Fuck me, I need you inside of me.”

“You know how to ask nicely for it, be a good girl, (y/n).” His condescending tone left her groaning, eyes fluttering close as he curled his fingers against her g-spot. It took her a few seconds, with shaky exhales and trembling fingers clinging to his locks, to finally speak up.

“Please, Spencer, I need you inside of me, I need you to fuck me. I’m yours, forever yours.” The growl ripping through him at her words left (y/n) grinning in success, a grin that was wiped off her lips the second he forcefully pushed into her, letting his cock spread her fluttering walls. For a second, both held still, needing to adjust to one another, to the intense sensation ripping through them like a tsunami, about to drown them in the waves of lust.

“You’re still so fucking tight for me, I’ll never get tired of fucking you.” Her walls clenched around him at his words, struggling to put her feelings into words. All (y/n) could do was cling to him, claw her fingernails into his skin as he fucked her into the mattress, the hotel bed she shared with her mother.

(Y/n) couldn’t keep her moans bottled in, unable to stop her sinful sounds from clawing through her as Spencer fucked her into oblivion. Both were stuck in their trance, solemnly focused on one another, all until his phone began to ring. Her eyes shot open, watching Spencer reach for his phone while he kept fucking her.

They held eye contact as he answered the call, forcing (y/n) to keep quiet. Her moans were swallowed by the hand he pressed to her mouth, struggling to focus on the words Spencer spoke, telling whoever had called him that they’d be at the station soon.

“That was your mom,” his grin kept widening as Spencer stared down at (y/n), taking in the fucked out expression she couldn’t shake, unable to speak any longer. “They found another lead, we gotta be quick, baby. I need you to cum for me.”

Spencer’s fingers found her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle to push her over the edge. (Y/n) came within a handful of moments, calling out his name as he fucked her through her high. It was pathetic almost how much power he held over her, how much love she fostered for Spencer – a love that could never be.

He followed her seconds later, pulling out of her to relieve himself on her stomach, painting her skin with his cum. Both were panting, unable to hold back their laughter as Spencer pressed another kiss to her swollen lips before he rose to his feet, “We better hurry before your mom picks us up herself.”

……

“I don’t want you on this, (y/n), stay back and wait for my call.” JJ’s voice echoed through the small office, bright eyes staring at her daughter. The team kept watching their interaction, too focused on the both of them to pick up on the uneasiness radiating off Spencer.

“Stop treating me as if I am not part of this team. It’s my job to chase this man as much as it is yours.” The spite dripping from (y/n)’s words left the others cringing, trying to keep themselves from interfering as (y/n) turned towards Aaron. “Will I be able to join, Hotch?”

She watched the man’s dark eyes flicker from her features to her mother’s, silently studying the two for a few seconds before he cleared his throat, “You will, but I need you to stay close to me, you haven’t had enough field experience yet.”

JJ was out of the room within moments, followed by all others – all besides (y/n), Aaron, and Spencer. An almost uncomfortable silence wrapped itself around the three, knowing that there was something else the Unit Chief needed to communicate, a conversation (y/n) desperately wanted to flee from.

“I hope the two of you know what you’re doing. The others haven’t picked up on it yet, but it won’t take long for JJ to figure this out. As your boss, I need to warn you of the chaos this will bring to the team. And as your friend, I beg you to figure this out before I am asked to pick sides.” Aaron left the two without waiting for their reply, forcing heat to flare up in (y/n)’s system, and confusion in Spencer’s.

“Come, we’ve got a job to finish.” (Y/n) turned from Spencer as she spoke the words, following Aaron out of the station and towards the black SUV he was driving. No further word was spoken between the three as they drove towards their destination, the house that had been surveilled the past days. The others had arrived moments ago, wearing their vests, clinging to their guns with their eyes focused on the house.

“Is he alone?” Aaron’s voice rang in (y/n)’s ears, she stayed glued to his side, the man who had always been like a father to her, more than her mother’s husband, Will, could ever be. Aaron was the one she trusted more than she trusted herself, the one she’d ask for guidance, the one who’d hold her when everything began to close in on her. The one she’d always fight for.

“Seems like it is. How do you want to do this?” (Y/n) tried to catch her mother’s gaze as Derek and Aaron spoke, but the blonde-haired woman kept staring ahead, seemingly still fuelled by her anger. (Y/n) and JJ never had a close relationship, just enough to make it through their day-to-day without any big mishaps. But the second (y/n) had joined the BAU, her mother had turned into an overprotective form of herself (y/n) wasn’t used to, not understanding where JJ’s concern suddenly came from. Perhaps this had also been one of the reasons why she hadn’t felt any guilt the first time she had shared a kiss with her mother’s best friend, Spencer, not tied together by any strong mother-daughter bond.

“(Y/n), Reid, you’re with me. JJ, Prentiss, you take the back with Morgan and Rossi.” Everything began to blur by, and within seconds (y/n) found herself following Aaron and Spencer into the house, checking every room. And then she saw him, their unsub, the man who had kidnapped three girls for his sick pleasure.

The man had his gun trained on them, telling (y/n) that he was ready to shoot, aiming at Spencer who hadn’t seen him yet. It was a natural reaction of her body, throwing herself in front of the man who held her heart in his hands, oblivious to the depth of her feelings. And the next second, his bullet pierced her collarbone, the spot that hadn’t been protected by her vest.

Shots echoed through the air, sounds that rang in her ears as (y/n) sank to the ground. Blood poured from her wound all too heavily, an amount of blood her eyes hadn’t ever taken in before. (Y/n)’s vision grew blurry, she heard her name being called, and could feel somebody cradling her hand in theirs, but within moments she passed out.

“(Y/n)? We need a medic! Please!” Spencer’s panicked voice filled the house, instantly guiding JJ towards them. His glassy eyes found her wide ones, watching his best friend sink to the ground next to her passed out daughter.

“What happened?” It was just a whisper, a whisper that was almost drowned out by the sound of nearing sirens, telling them that help was close.

“She pushed herself in front of me, she took the bullet for me.” Spencer kept rambling away, telling JJ what had happened, how he hadn’t seen the man Aaron had instantly killed after (y/n) had been shot. Words that kept leaving him like a waterfall cascading down his chin, only stopping himself from speaking a further word as JJ reached for his blood-covered hand, tightly squeezing it.

(Y/n)’d be alright, she had to be.

……

“Fuck,” (y/n) woke with a curse. She had to blink a few times to adjust to her surroundings, the bright light she was engulfed in, trying not to gag at the sterile scent crawling up her nostrils. The first person she focused on was her mother, sleeping on a chair close to her bed. (Y/n) allowed herself to study JJ for a moment before her eyes found the person sitting on the other side of the bed, Spencer.

“Hi,” he whispered the word as he squeezed the hand he was holding with his. Without letting go of her, he reached for a glass of water, helping (y/n) drink a few sips to find her voice.

“How long was I out for?” She tried to keep quiet, not daring to interrupt her moment with Spencer just yet. Tiredness clung to his features, telling her that they must have been here for a while, waiting for her to wake as her body tried to regain its strength.

“Almost two days. They had to repair your collarbone, but everything went as planned, you’ll be good to leave in no time.” Both their eyes snapped towards JJ, who watched the two with something swimming in her pupils (y/n)’s tired self couldn’t pinpoint. (Y/n) expected Spencer to hastily pull his hand away as JJ spoke, but he kept holding onto her, not loosening his grip on her.

“Good, I’ll have to apologise to Aaron for the extra paperwork, huh?” She had expected her mother to smile at her, to speak some kind of soothing words. But all JJ did was stare at her and Spencer – instantly telling (y/n) that her mother knew about what was going on between them.

“You won’t return to the BAU, (y/n).” She froze in the bed, wide eyes staring at her mother as JJ kept speaking. “Not only did you risk yourself, but you also have been too reckless, and reckless behaviour is unacceptable. I am sure you knew that before you began this relationship or whatever it is between you and Spencer. I am disappointed in you, (y/n). We raised you better than that.”

“Better than what, mother?” (Y/n) didn’t allow her pain to stop her from speaking, fuelled by her anger and her exhaustion. “You should be grateful I found a man like Spencer to love, a man you’ve always trusted more than anybody else. You know he’ll be good to me. And you also know I am a worthy asset to this team. I won’t leave the BAU because you can’t get over whatever it is you’re struggling with.”

“We’ll speak once you’re back home.” JJ was out of the room within seconds, leaving (y/n) and Spencer behind, wrapped up in the sounds of beeping machines and the voices of nurses and doctors hallowing down the hallway.

……

“Do you need anything else?” Concern dripped from Spencer’s voice. He was standing near her bed, weary eyes following (y/n)’s every movement. He had temporarily moved into her apartment the past few days, not daring to let her out of his eyes once – while skillfully avoiding the talk both desperately needed to have.

“Mhm,” (y/n)’s eyes wandered over his tired features, the face she’d seen in her dreams, the lips she hadn’t kissed in days, the curls she hadn’t been allowed to tug on for way too long. “Come here, Spence.”

“I should check on the food.” He tried to turn from her, tried to leave the room with hasty steps, but the sharp call of his name forced Spencer to freeze in his movements. Slowly, he turned back towards (y/n), eyes filled with the plea to avoid this topic for a tad bit longer, at least till he’d find a way to escape should they spiral into a fight neither of them could rip themselves out of.

“I’m tired of this, Spence. We knew from the beginning that this wouldn’t be easy should my mother realise what's going on. But I didn’t think you’d drop whatever this is between us just like that.” She stared up at him, gaze torn between anger and hurt, and yet she couldn’t shake the love she felt for Spencer, a love that ran deeper than any laws, any promises. “If you don’t want to be with me, I need you to leave. I appreciate you trying to take care of me, but I’d rather do that on my own if you keep treating me with this distance between us. You don’t have to work off any debt just because I took the shot.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing here? Work off a debt?” No longer did his voice tremble, no longer were Spencer's eyes weary and uneasy, but rather filled with a determination she had tried to coax out of him for days. Spencer took a step closer, and another until he sat down near her. The hairs on her arms rose, fuelled by the excitement his closeness always managed to push through her. “This is nothing but torture for me, (y/n). I can’t touch you, whenever my hand finds yours I am reminded of that moment, I thought you were about to die in my arms, and it’d forever be my fault. I can’t concentrate whenever I’m near you, but I can’t breathe whenever you’re away from me. Your mother is my best friend and I curse myself for going behind her back like that, with her own daughter. But as selfish as that may be, I can’t let you go. I don’t know what to do.”

Her lips found his before Spencer could move away, drawing a groan out of him. Their tongues met with excitement urging them on, but the spell was broken the second a pained gasp left her, forcing Spencer’s mouth away from hers instantly. His hand cupped her warm cheek as she tried to chase his lips, unable to stop her annoyed huff from clawing through her, “You haven’t touched me in days, Spence. Please.”

Spencer studied her for a few more seconds before a small grin tugged on his lips. Once again he kissed her, softer this time – almost teasingly, “Lay back down for me, baby.”

She watched his every move with curiosity swimming in her twinkling pupils, following his frame as he settled between her legs, as he pressed his lips to her naked legs, wearing nothing but her panties and a shirt of his. Just from the way Spencer was touching her, (y/n) could tell that he wouldn’t fuck her, not tonight, but he seemed to ache for her just as much, kissing his way up to her already damp panties.

“It’s been torture for me, I fucked my hand in the shower every evening to the thought of you.” His husky voice left her gasping, while her mind imagined Spencer fucking his hand, just a few metres away from her bed, hidden in the shower while she patiently waited for his return. No word managed to leave (y/n), too focused on his touch and the way her body trembled at his words – unable to come up with any teasing words. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already dripping for me. Such a desperate girl for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Spencer, please.” They held eye contact as he pushed her panties aside with his slender fingers, making enough room for his tongue to brush along her folds, groaning at her taste. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest as if they were hunting an unsub, racing through streets to catch up with those running from them. But as much as (y/n) loved the high of a chase, this was so much better, a touch that left her burning, buzzing through her like a wildfire spreading all too quickly.

Spencer’s eyes were filled with a longing that left (y/n) breathless, unable to stop her moans from clawing through her. Two of his fingers dipped into her tightness, perfectly filling her, without stopping his tongue from moving. He brushed the strong muscle against her pulsing bundle, feeling her shudder beneath him – already close to the edge.

Her trembling fingers tugged on his curls, drawing a breathy moan out of Spencer as he curled his fingers. Spencer couldn’t rip his eyes off her pleasure-drunken features as she came, head thrown back, lips parted. It was a sight he’d never forget, willingly remembering it with every rising of the sun as if she was his own deity to pray to.

“I love you, Spencer.” (Y/n) choked on the words, gasping in surprise as he hastily moved up her body to kiss her breathless once again.

“I love you too.” His words left her grinning, relaxing back against the mattress as he laid down next to her, letting his eyes wander over her gorgeous features. “JJ will understand, it may take some time, but I won’t give you up, (y/n), I never will.”

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s SStan Series Rec List

here are my sebastian stan series fic recs! they are mostly bucky barnes series but mainly Au’s! i will be creating separate lists for cevans one shots and sstan one shots😚

Clockwork - @sgt-seabass

When life seems to be finally back on track, a visit by a mob boss to your dainty town changes everything. (Dark!Alpha Nick Fowler)

The Soldat And The Sparrow - @navybrat817

Your fire burns for the Winter Soldier. And one day, you'll be free. Both of you.

For The Love Of The Game - @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

The Heart Is A Deep Ocean - @dreamlessinparis

Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

Everything’s Better In WestView - @espinosaurusrexex

Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.

The Bride Of Soldat - @vampy-doll

In the summer of 1986, a young woman goes missing whenever HYDRA kidnaps her to be their next experiment for the reward of their Soldat. Now, post blip, Bucky starts to remember defining details of his love, his match made in hell, and is determined to find her. But after years of isolation and torture after his escape, she isn’t who he remembers. Now they’re trying to piece together who she was pre-HYDRA to teach her how to live, without his undying love and obsession of her getting in the way. But when one head is cut off, two more shall grow in its place, leaving them to discover those behind her abduction.

Awake My Soul - @foreverindreamlandd

It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Guiding Light - @wkemeup

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can.

The Witness - @wkemeup

Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.

Under Oath - @ugh-supersoldiers

The people called for justice, the state answered. The trial of State v. Barnes is set to begin, and the odds are most certainly not in favor of the not so beloved ex Winter Soldier. That’s where you come in, the quick, smart, and all too brave lawyer set on defending and saving one Bucky Barnes from legal prosecution. The only problem? He’s not so sure he’s worth saving at all.

Just One Kiss - @sarahwroteathing

Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?

He’s Hazardous To My Health - @writing-for-marvel

Bucky Barnes is a beefy paramedic with a traumatic past, who has left a trail of broken hearts behind him. You are a resident doctor new to town, who barely has time to date between long shifts. When your paths cross in your ER during a disaster, is it the start of something magical, or are you destined to be just another of Bucky’s former flames?

Just Try - @waiting4inspiration

Perfectly happy with your life at the Avengers’ compound, an alpha walks into your life, flipping it completely over and revealing secrets you hoped you had buried a long time ago.

Дорогая - @waiting4inspiration

Bucky's Winter Soldier programming has been triggered. Turns out the Winter Soldier has a thing for you.

Red Ties - @sebstan2020

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend Owens. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Delicate Edges - @wkemeup

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Pride And Privacy - @adrinktostopyourthirst

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.

Feelings Are Fatal - @sunmoonandeddie

After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

Appointments - @noctumbra

bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.

Lazarus - @sagechanoafterdark

Things are complicated between you and James Barnes. For you, life doesn’t mean much when you never stay dead for very long. But it might just be an ex-soviet assassin that convinces you to start living again.

Its A Deal - @justreadingfics

You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.

The Two Of Us - @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda's world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what's happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.

Snow - @delaber

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

All Good Things - @sagechanoafterdark

After only three days of dealing with the annoying specter haunting you, you break the rules and accidently give a ghost a body. So what do you do when you find out the man you’re now sharing your your apartment with isn’t really a ghost and that haunted touch is a little warmer than you realized?

Welcome Home… Soldat? - @winterarmyy

Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.

Heavy Metal Lover - @mypoisonedvine

every client is different, with different needs; but this client is, in every way, exceptional. (Sub!Bucky Barnes + Dominatrix!Reader)

Parent-Teacher Conference - @coffeecatsandcandles

James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.

Duck & Cover - @whirlybirbs

you’re the howling commandos’ new medic (Sniper!Bucky Barnes)

Winter’s Mate - @maggyme13

The Winter Soldier threatens to get out of control with his instincts taking over more and more. After years of supressed ruts his body built up a resistance and Hydra need to find another solution. Deciding it would be the easiest to just give in. Hydra kidnapped the reader to turn her into a Omega in Heat using injections whenever needed.

Key’s In Your Ignition - @georgiapeach30513

Caught up in a sexual relationship with your father’s Vice President, and trying to not get caught. Blind to everything else that’s going on in the club, and even your old crush, Bucky Barnes. Not even noticing your brother and best friend flirting, until your father suddenly passes, and things in the club drastically change. (Ari Levinson + Bucky Barnes + Harvard Hottie- Hayden)

#chxrrys fic recs #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic recs #fic recs #sebastian stan x reader #nick fowler #nick fowler x reader

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kgficz · 9 months

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Safe With Me- Part 2

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: You’ve been sent back in time, landing in 1919 in Birmingham. You’re busy trying to survive when Thomas Shelby approaches you in a bar.

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Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Fog filled the air as you stepped out of the races, causing you to shiver. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you waited for Tommy to come by with the car.

Goosebumps were rising on your arms, partially from the cold and partially from your own nerves.

As soon as Tommy pulled up with the car, he got out and walked over to you. Without missing a beat, he shrugged his jacket off and placed in over your shoulders.

You looked up with a grateful smile before he guided you into the car. He didn’t acknowledge his own gesture, keeping his eyes on the road and ignoring how cold he now felt.

The ride back to the bar was quiet, giving you time to relax and appreciate the night sky.

Something about the night here felt so different; as though there were more stars in the sky.

When you reached the bar, Tommy helped you out of the car before you both walked towards the door. You unlocked it quickly and the two of you walked inside.

“Would you like a drink?” You offered with a shy smile.

He looked over at you before closing the door behind him and gave you a nod.

“I’m not going to say no to that” he replied.

You moved behind the bar and began pouring his usual whiskey. He sat down at one of the tables before you walked over, placing his drink down in front of him.

He took a sip of his drink and watched up, making mental notes to himself about you.

You could hearing the light sound of rain outside. You shut your eyes for a moment, taking in a breath and enjoying this sound.

“Come. Sit” Tommy said, gesturing to the chair across from him.

Your eyes snapped down to him before you took a seat, keeping your hands in your lap.

“What are you doin here in this town?” Tommy asked, feeling a certain curiosity about you.

You paused for a moment, trying to think of the right answer. “I’m here for work at the moment” you answered honestly.

The more you stayed to the facts, the easier it would be to remember what you’ve told him.

He nodded, pursing his lips for a moment and looking you up and down. You could feel how suspicious he was of you and it made you anxious.

You had no idea how to act around him. One moment he was flirty, the next it felt like an interrogation.

“And what after that?” He asked, giving you a slight smile as if he sensed you were uneasy.

“Uhh.. I’m not sure. I guess I’ll have to find out” you answered honestly, returning the smile he gave you.

“I’m still looking for a place” you added before realising he did not know you were staying at the bar. “Harry is letting me stay here until I have the money” you said quickly.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Now why would a girl with no money, come to a town like this, and live at a bar?” He said, squinting his eyes at you.

He didn’t wait for your response, figuring you were probably not going to tell him anyway.

He finished off his drink and placed in on the table in front of you. Your mind was racing, wondering how you were supposed to keep up this lie.

“Well then” he said, standing up from his seat. “Thank you for accompanying me to the races” he smirked.

On his way out, he gave you one last glance over his shoulders.

You watched the door close behind him and let out a long breath, feeling yourself begin to panic. You were so screwed.

The next few days went by slowly, at least that was how it felt working in this bar and wishing you could just go home. You missed everything about it, how you could say whatever the hell you wanted.

You were closing up again, Harry was already gone and left the keys with you.

He was the only person around here who felt normal to you; guess there was one positive in this town.

You walked over to the door to finally lock up when it swung towards you, causing you to stumble back for a moment.

A group of drunken men walked in; four of them tumbling over each other and already talking loudly.

“Hello hello, pretty lady” one of the men said, taking a step towards you and giving you a smirk.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed for the night” you said politely.

The other men began to stand around you, making you feel extremely claustrophobic.

“Aw come on, love. We’re just here for a bit o’ fun” another man piped up.

You could smell the alcohol on his breath as soon as he spoke which cause you to wince in disgust.

He noticed your reaction immediately. “Get us a bloody drink” he said firmly, reaching out and placing his hand on your shoulder.

You flinched from his touch before he shoved you over towards the bar. You felt yourself beginning to panic, not knowing how to get out of this situation.

The men stood close behind you, mumbling to one another and laughing. Your eyes glanced around at your surroundings and your breath quickened.

One of the men swung his around around your shoulder, pulling you in towards him; a drunken grin appearing across his cheeks.

You heart rate quickened as you tried to pull away. His grip was tight on you, making sure you weren’t able to get away from his hold.

“You’re fuckin beautiful, ain’t ya” he whispered in your ear.

“Get ya hands off her and get out” a voice said at the door. It took you a few moments to recognise the voice as the men turned around to see Thomas Shelby standing there.

The men holding you immediately let go, slightly pushing you away from him.

You stumbled for a moment and rested your hand on the bar, taking in a few deep breaths.

“My apologies Mr Shelby… we didn’t mean anything by it” one of the men said, holding his hands up in defence.

Tommy barely acknowledged their presence as his eyes were focused on you instead.

“Leave.” He demanded, making it clear he wasn’t going to ask twice.

The men practically scurried out the door, already regretting being in Mr Shelby’s bad side.

You were looking down at the ground, trying to calm yourself. Turns out drunken men are all the same no matter what time period.

Tommy reached out, gently lifting your chin. “You alright?” He asked, his face showing a genuine concern for you.

Your eyes locked with his; you gulped before your lips parted. “I am now..” you said softly.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I thought that was my job” you replied with a small chuckle.

He responded with a smile before moving behind the bar and pouring a whiskey, sensing you needed something strong.

He placed the glass down in front of you; his eyes were scanning over you to make sure you were okay.

You couldn’t pull your gaze from him as you took a sip, feeling mesmerised by his blue eyes.

Your heart rate was slowing down again as you placed the glass down in front of you.

“Thank you… for helping me with them” you said softly, referring to the drunken men earlier.

“They won’t bother you again. I’ll be sure if it” he replied honestly, his voice was stern but they way he looked at you felt warm and gentle.

You couldn’t fully understand how you felt around him. A part of you felt on edge, whilst another part of you wanted to be around him.

You knew he was dangerous. You couldn’t explain how or why he made you feel safe in his presence.

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #Tommy Shelby x reader #peaky blinders #Peaky blinders x reader #Peaky blinders fix #Thomas Shelby imagine #Peaky blinders imagine

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filthy-rat · 2 years

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A group of friends. A road trip. A sleepy mountain town. Tale as old as time, right?

Not like this.

All Ariadne wanted was to reconnect with the people she used to love more than anyone. Rekindle bonds from her childhood. Make memories that she could look back on fondly in her golden years.

But someone else in the town of Ripton Mills had a different plan for her summer vacation, and what was once a simple weekend trip with friends in a remote cabin quickly became a harrowing nightmare.

She'll have to rely on all her horror instincts to get out of this mess alive.

Can she use this knowledge to save her friends as well?

Follow the guide and maybe you’ll survive! Coming October 17th!

#stuff for lookin at #a final girl's survival guide #book announcement #fiction book #horror book #comedy book #writing #book #kindle #kindle ebook #my scribblins #holy crap

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thyde-cant-write-for-shit · 6 days

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I fucking love when fics start like this bye I won't be here in the next couple hours

#jason todd x reader #The Pizza Delivery Girl's Survival Guide To Gotham City #I finally got around to read it lol

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autisticlancemcclain · 4 months

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The ship was shaking like a kid holding a goldfish bag.

It was not, in case you were wondering, a good time.

Keith grit his teeth, planting his boots on the ground and half-walking half-climbing over to Allura, who was paler than Keith had ever seen her. The grip she had on her podium was tight enough to drain the blood completely from her knuckles. Despite his own fear, Keith’s heart softened for her.

“How is it looking?” he asked, shouting over the noise of a thousand asteroids and a million laser strikes. All while their lions sat, drained of quintessence, locked in their hangars

One goddamn thing after another. Jesus.

“It is looking bad,” Allura shouted, not taking her eyes off the space in front of her. “I can’t – Coran, I can’t hold it on my own!”

Coran looked back at her grimly. He had probably the most success keeping upright – seriously, was it posture or did he have a steel rod anchored to his back at all times – but even he was struggling against the whipping and shuddering of the massive castleship, attention focused on the controls. Trying to keep the shield up as well as possible, trying to get their own defenses running. Trying, as always, to keep the castle going, even when the odds were a million to nothing.

“You can,” he encouraged. The effect was less encouraging when a massive asteroid hit the side of the bridge point-blank, throwing him right off the controls and splat into the walls. Despite Lance and Allura’s cries of alarm, he made a startlingly dignified crawl back to the deck controls.

Hell of a man, that advisor.

He continued once he was steady, sweat beading on his brow but gaze soft and assuring. He waited for Allura to meet his eyes, then nodded, once. “Focus, girl. Hands on the spheres. Mind cool on the exhale. However we need to get out of this – you can guide us. Make your decision. Your team is behind you.”

“Yeah!” Pidge cheered, lifting her fist in emphasis from where Shiro held her steady, eyes trained on her computer screen. Blaring red lines of code Keith could not pretend to read flashing rapid speed in front of her, and she typed back at it just as fast, keeping their crackling systems at bay. “You got this!”

Allura breathed out. The tense line of her shoulders softened, just slightly, despite the ongoing chaos. She lifted her hands and rested them, gently, on the podium spheres as Coran instructed. They glowed.

“We retreat,” she decided, nodding to herself. “We’re already low on quintessence, standing to fight will drain us dangerously. We must get to safety if we are to survive with our home intact.” She bit her lip, eyes opening. “But, uh, full disclosure, I have enough strength in me to open a wormhole and that is About It. I will be out of commission the moment it closes.”

Hunk shrugged. “We’ll catch you, then.”

“Try not to wormhole us into a black hole,” Shiro suggested, smiling slightly. “We’ll manage anything else, Princess.”

She laughed slightly, thankfully, but within seconds called out for everyone to brace themselves. Keith did as she heeded, or he tried to – but the castle got hit as he tried to crawl back to his seat, sprawling him on the floor. He glanced over at Allura, panicked, but her eyes were already glowing, and the space in front of them was already starting to warp. He swallowed roughly, squeezing his eyes shut. The floor was shaking too badly for him to get his bearings. He couldn’t get his feet under him, couldn’t stand, couldn’t dream to crawl to his seat. He stilled, resigning himself – he didn’t know exactly what would happen if he wasn't strapped down and protected during a wormhole jump, but it couldn’t be good. He had to hope for the best.

“God,” sighed a voice to his left, “you’d die without me, Dropout.”

A hand clenched the back of his jacket and yanked, pulling him tumbling onto another body. Quick as lightning a seatbelt was stretched over him, clicking into place just as the space in front of the castle finally warped, bright blue, and the entire bridge lit up so bright Keith was blind with it.

When the light finally died down, Keith was half-convinced nothing had changed. The castle stopped shaking, but instead it was plummeting, hard and fast, controls dead and energy gone, towards the surface of a planet.

“Someone catch Allura!” Coran shouted, and on queue the princess’ eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped forward. Luckily, Hunk had been more prepared than the rest of them, seatbelt already off and arms extended to catch her. He carried her back to her seat, buckling her in carefully, and strapping himself in next to her. Wise move – trying to crawl back to his own seat, fighting against the G-forces, would be near impossible.

There was a click, and then a shove, and then Keith got to feel those G-forces firsthand.

“What the hell!” he demanded, barely managing to catch himself on the arm of the blue paladin’s seat. “I coulda brained myself!”

Lance shrugged, playing for innocent, but a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Keith could’ve strangled him. “What? Thought I’d let you get back to your own chair. You're welcome for saving you, by the way.”

“Some saving, jerk! We're still falling!”

“Yeah. Personally, I would find somewhere to buckle up.”

“You’re so annoying,” Keith growled, and it was by spite alone that he managed to stomp back to his own seat and buckle himself in. He was bright red, anger making him hot – Lance always made him like this, so furious he could barely blink. One day they’d be making progress, working together like a dream, wiping the floor together, and the next it was like a switch was flipped. Like Lance was reminding himself that he and Keith could never get along. It was ridiculous, and Keith couldn’t for the life of him understand it. Was he so bad?

“Incoming!” Pidge shouted, shaking Keith back to himself. Her screen was now linked up with Coran’s, the only two things on in the entire castle – electronics seemed to come alive when Pidge touched them – and diagrams of the castle systems were blaring red, flashing with symbols Keith didn’t know, but recognised as bad. “The nav and power systems are down! It’s not safe to get anyone back there to force them back on manually, but I think I can get steering up in a sec. Shiro, I need your arm for power. Hunk, keep on Allura, make sure she’s upright when we crash, we don’t want a spinal injury. Lance, Keith, I’m turning steering over to you guys. Don’t fuck it up.”

Despite their bickering, both of them nodded. Neither of them particularly wanted to be turned into paladin pancake anytime soon, so they could collaborate for one thing.

Seconds after Pidge spoke, a screen flickered to life in front of Keith. Stats blinked back up, glitching rapidly as they translated themselves into words and symbols Keith could understand. The hologram shifted and expanded to its usual 3D model, joystick in the middle, thrusters and controls to his left, a screen with Lance’s comm line to his right. In his little screen, Lance met his eyes, eyebrows raised in question. Keith nodded. Together, they wrapped their hands around the joysticks, breathed out, and let their minds fuse.

As always, it was a freaky feeling. Imagine the weird, shuddery feeling you get when you say the same thing as someone at the same time, voices layering, tone mixing, for a moment your own voice and the voice of a stranger synching into one. The weird, deja-vu-but-not of it, the uncanny valley feel of recognising your own voice but…different.

Then multiply that freakiness by a hundred, and you still won’t quite get it.

On some levels Keith was aware that he was his own person. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history – or well, some of it. Nothing about himself had changed.

But at the same time, he was also Lance Esposita-McClain. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history, more of it than he could ever get from shared stories or mind melds. There’s no telling the way your sister’s arm feels hooked around your neck for the sixth noogie in as many minutes. There’s no explaining the way your breathing only gets calm with your feet in the saltwater. There’s no describing the curve of your mother’s smile. Nothing Keith was seeking out – no memories he would even know to look for – but they were there, simmering, triggered by a smell or the crook of his finger in a particular way. Memories stored in the body and the soul and the senses, not in the brain, shared when two consciousnesses become one.

Lance’s mind was hyperspecific. It complemented Keith’s well, with all his flitting, quick detail-oriented observance. As Keith jumped from angle to angle, noticing the planet’s curve, the pull of its gravity, the heat of its atmosphere, Lance zeroed in on an island, one of the only ones big enough for them to land. While Keith kept their craft in control, steering along the air currents, Lance kept them directed, single-minded focus on a stretch of rocky beach – not exactly a soft landing, but not a lot of living things for them to destroy when they crash. (Keith would’ve chosen to land in the meadow. Crushing frogs and bugs or whatever is never something on his top priority list of things to avoid. But he didn’t argue when Lance nudged them towards what is about to be a very bumpy landing.)

“Brace yourself!” he shouted, not daring to look away to make sure his friends were buckled. Trusting that they were, he held his position, letting them plummet, coming closer and closer to splatting on the planet’s surface before finally yanking on the joystick as hard as he could. He felt Lance’s strength twist and tangle with his own, and together the two of them levelled the castle almost parallel with the ground, letting them glide on their own velocity until they slowed down enough to let the bottom of the craft brush against the rocky outcrop.

It was the most turbulent landing Keith has ever felt, except maybe that time he and Lance crashed blindfolded into a sand dune, and every bump on the ground gave him whiplash. When the castle finally hit the ground for good, dragging them a gauge in the ground for several miles as friction finally slowed it to a stop, the leftover inertia yanked Keith forward so roughly the buckles of his seatbelt made something crack in his ribcage. When the castle finally stopped he got slammed back into his chair so hard he was almost surprised he didn’t fall right through the impenetrable material.

It took a minute for everything to hit. His connection with Lance had been severed the second they hit the ground, too focused on being, y’know, crashed to keep holding on. After the shock of being tossed around like dice in a cup wore off, which did not take long, Keith’s body made it very clear that yeah, no, armour actually only does so much, and crash landing is one of those things that’s just bound to hurt. His skull pounded. At least one of his ribs was most definitely cracked. His wristed and knuckles ached from the strain of holding up the entire weight of the castle as he’d steered it. He was alive, obviously, but – Jesus. Being alive sucked.

“Sound off,” croaked Shiro from somewhere left of him.

“Ugh,” groaned Pidge. “Screw you, Keith, I hate it when you drive.”

“Next time I’ll be sure to let us crash,” Keith responded flatly.

“Um, you did, bozo, I asked you to land us –”

“The castle was dead! What did you expect me to –”

“Allura and I are both fine,” Hunk interrupted. Amusement lined his voice. “She’s still out, but she’s breathing fine, and I didn’t let her hit anything on impact. She should still get checked out, though.”

“Roger that,” Coran agreed. “Ease your worries, Number Two, you did well. I will have her in the MedBay as soon as our systems are up and running again.”

“Oh, whew, that’s a relief, because I didn’t want to say anything but she kinda jammed her elbow into my sternum by accident and I’m not blaming her or anything since she’s unconscious but I think my spleen may be a little dead, not a huge deal I’m sure but –”

“Everyone quiet!” barked Shiro. “That’s six accounted for! Who’s missing?”

Immediately, heart pounding, Keith whipped to his right. His stomach dropped. The Blue Lion Command Chair was empty – seatbelt torn somewhere on the shoulder, cracked helmet overturned carelessly on the seat. The crisp blue and white lines were marred by a small splash of red. Panic clawed its way up Keith’s throat, and he was out of his seat before he could register unbuckling his own straps, looking frantically around the bridge.

“He’s here somewhere,” Pidge fretted, “he couldn’t’ve just disappeared –”

Coran had a gloved hand clenched in his hair. “The windows and walls should be almost impenetrable, there is no way the crash broke them enough to let someone in –”

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck –”

“Guys,” a soft voice interrupted, and Keith could’ve collapsed with relief. The castle has been flipped sideways during the fall, floor suddenly now 90 degrees, and standing at the side of the control board, now the very high top, was Lance. For whatever reason he had climbed it while they bickered, and now stood very still, gloved hand pressed to the glass of the windshield. Blood trickled from his temple, tracing a line down the side of his face, disappearing in the neckline of his armour. “We got company.”

Shifting gears – Keith was about to tear him a new one, when Shiro says sound off you sound off – but froze when he looked out the window, following Lance’s gaze.

Marching towards them, in numbers Keith couldn’t pretend to count, was an army.

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part two

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illyrian-dreamer · 1 year

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ACOTAR Masterlist

GIF by kennedy1917sworld

*(Indicates smut)

Azriel:

Changing Shadows (complete series):

Summary: You have a new role in the Inner Circle — Heard Guard of Velaris. And as Rhys’s younger sister, you feel you have a lot to prove.

You and the Shadowsinger are also growing closer, and tension builds as your relationship changes from friendship to something else...

How will you juggle your feelings for Azriel and the dangers that come with your new role, without disappointing the rest of the Inner Circle and the Night Court?

Overwritten (complete series)

Summary: After months as his prisoner, Hybern has hijacked your mind, turning you into an enemy of your home, your family, and your mate, Azriel.

And Then There Were None

Summary: In the lead up to the war, Hybern releases a catastrophic spell that wipes out all humans, sparing just one.

Abandoned in the desolate human lands, you scavenge to survive long enough to find your family.

Reluctantly, you are found by the Shadowsinger as fate intervenes to guide you under his watchful eye.

Part 1 | Part 2

One shots:

A Shadowsinger’s intuition

Feel too much

Confessions at Starfall

Stay with me

Spin the bottle

In the arms of understanding*

Drabble:

Salad (fluff)

Cassian:

One shots:

Tides and turmoil

With benefits*

Remnants of a star

Azriel and Cassian:

Our Girl (series)

Summary: Deeming you unfit for a mission, the Inner Circle have betrayed your trust and shattered your life’s mission to avenge you sister. And the two males you love most were at the centre of it all.

Rhys:

Series

Dance with the devil

Summary: You attempt to rob the High Lord of the Night Court.

Part 1 |

One shots:

Two lessons in one*

Make a bargain with me

Bat boys:

Drabble:

Bat boys react to being called ‘bro’*

Brat taming bat boys *

Lucien:

Frozen Flames (series)

Summary: After fifty years trapped Under the Mountain, you struggle to adjust to your new found freedom as Kallias’s third-in-charge to the Winter Court.

In an unlikely circumstance, you meet Lucien Vanserra.

As you and Lucien grow closer, dealing with the loss of your mother and trauma from Amarantha’s reign proves harder than you thought. How will you start to trust and love again?

Eris

One shots:

Conditions of entry*

Comment to join the tag list :)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Sarah J Maas, not my own.

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tosuckmyweenis · 10 months

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Bee's fic inspired me to finally get this one out of the drafts😵‍💫

On a day of freedom, Leon takes you to a donut shop, one that has your missing posters.

CW Yan!Leon, Smut, PinV, kidnapping, non/dub-con, Leon being a dick.

Two months of monotonous hell and not a chance of escape.

Waking up, the sun began filtering through the blinds, painting the room a soft, orange hue.

Carefully steadying your breath, you lift your head off Leon's chest to glance at the clock.

Too early, don't wake him up.

You slowly lay back down, gazing at him. His features were so peaceful in the golden morning light, highlighted by sunbeams that danced through the window and made him look almost angelic. A small smile touched your lips as you let yourself imagine a different possibility that was much sweeter than this one.

If only you had met him normally. If only he had just asked you out on a small coffee date, you would have said yes in a heartbeat; he was everything you were looking for.

Your body tenses as his hand rubs your back, pulling you out of your musings.

So close

"Good morning" his sleepy voice croaked.

"Good morning; how'd you sleep?"

"The best in a while, thanks to you."

His hand continues to leave feather-light touches; as much as you want to hate him for what he's done to you, a part of you is drawn to him. Maybe it's his charm because he made sure he's the only person you have left, and you craved interaction.

He pulls you in for a kiss; His lips are soft and warm.

You know that you have to play along in order to survive. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he deepens the kiss you can taste last night's alcohol on his breath but ignore it. It's better to pretend that you're enjoying this, better to keep up the façade that you're falling for him.

Gently rolling into the soft mattress, you pull him over you; he stares into your eyes, laced with slight confusion, waiting for the resistance he was sure to come like it always did; when it didn't, a small smile creeps across his face.

Cupping his face, you pull him in for another kiss, heart pounding in your chest as his hands move to your hips; he deepens the embrace, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine as your fingers entwined in his hair.

You lean into his touch as his fingers glide to your thighs with an electrifying tenderness, teasing you with the barest graze.

He runs a finger along your slit, drinking in the quiet moan that leaves you as he dips into your already soaked slit, your hips rolling into his hand.

"Please..."

"Shh...Be a good girl and take this for me."

He pumps another finger inside you, curling it rhythmically. His thumb rubs circles against your clit.

You throw your head back, pushing over the edge, bucking against his hand. He works you through your orgasm, slowing the pace of his fingers, bringing you down gently.

Groaning at the divine sight of your head pushed into the pillows, mouth opening in a silent cry, he pulls his fingers free before shoving them into your mouth.

"Suck."

You hazily comply, closing your lips around his digits and swirling your tongue over them sloppily. His breath shudders, cock twitching against you as his fingers thrust between your lips, fucking them into your mouth.

He pulls them free, pulling your lip down as he grins. "Good girl."

You whimper as his fingers knead your thighs again, parting them wide before settling himself in between them.

His cock slips up against your dripping cunt, slicking along your folds. His hand settles on your hip, pressing down firmly as he guides himself inside you.

You whine, toes curling as he pushes in

His eyes focused on his cock disappearing into you again and again.

"Fuck- you feel so good"

His words are mumbled, his head coming down to rest on your shoulder as his hips thrust into you, moving your fingertips to slide over his shoulder and down his back, feeling his muscles tense as he moves.

His hips snap forward, your lips parting in a breathy moan as his cock drags over your walls, and you clench around him.

"I'm not gonna last if you keep that up"

You feel his hand on your cheek, tilting your head to look up, sweat dripping from his temple. You kiss him softly and he groans, his thrusting picking up again.

"Gonna make me cum acting all sweet like that" nipping at your skin as he drives into you.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper as you grip the bedsheets beneath you. You can feel the tightening in your abdomen, your core clenching around him.

His cock twitches, dragging over you in thick, pulsing thrusts as his moans grow louder and louder in your ear.

His voice cracks as you feel his cock throb, a groan muffled into your skin as he pumps you full.

You tremble, arching your back as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, his mouth on your neck as his thrusts slow. His soft moans in your ear are muffled by his teeth scraping your skin.

"Fuck" his hips stop as he falls against you; you can feel the thud of his steady heartbeat against your chest.

You let out a shaky breath, letting yourself sink further into the pillows as your eyes close.

The room falls quiet, you both taking the time to catch your breaths. His head shifts, nuzzling to your shoulder before he lifts himself up onto his hands, kissing you softly as he pulls himself free from you. You shudder at the feeling.

"Come on, let's go shower," he murmurs, his voice low.

Letting him help you out of bed before he leads you into the bathroom, running the hot water before stepping in with you.

Pulling you close as the hot water pours down over both of you. You sink against him, leaning into his chest as his hands slide down your back to your hips.

"Isn't it much more enjoyable when you behave?" he teases, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Finishing the shower, you turn off the water and step out, handing him a towel as you do. He dries himself, then helps dry you, letting his hands wander over your body again.

"I have to go to work now, but I'll let you stay up here, alright?."

you nod

He waits a second, expecting you to continue talking. He's slightly annoyedby your lack of response

"I have a special plan for tonight as a reward." He pulls you in for a final hug; then he lets go.

You watch him get dressed, admiring how the suit hugs his form. You've seen him wear it a few times now, and it looks good on him. When he's finished, he looks over at you.

"Don't disappoint me."

You wave him goodbye as he leaves.

The thought of escaping crossed your mind, but you hardly think you could make it very far considering you had no idea where you were. so you tuck the idea away for now, not wanting to dwell on hopelessness of your situation on your free day.

You get dressed in one of the outfits he laid on the dresser for you.

The day was long, so you do the next best thing and explore.

You sit on the couch, flipping through channel after channel, not finding anything you really want to watch, you make your way to the bedroom and start looking through everything, theres bound to be something for you to do

you find books and magazines, but nothing worth wile.

You opt to just lay in bed, maybe he'll bring you something to do next time if you'd ask him nicely.

You wake up to light pushing on your shoulder, in your groggy state you slap it away alot harder than you intended to

"That wasn't very nice of you."

his dark voice ripped you from your sleep, shooting up, you apologize profusely not wanting to end up on his bad side when you did so well all day.

"Fix yourself up and meet me at the door."

His was being short, which meant he wasn't happy. the nasty feeling of dread sinks in the pit of your stomach and stays there like a stone.

The car ride was awkward, the silence hung heavy and it wasn't going to be you that brakes it, the running air conditioning being the only grace.

He takes you to a small donut shop you've never heard of; he ushers you to a small booth in the corner.

Shuffling into the seat facing the wall, you glance around; it is cozy.

Without giving you much time to adjust, he pushes the newspaper towards you, his expression unchanging.

"Look under there."

Furrowing your brows, you pull the newspaper to the side

It takes you a second to process what you're looking at.

You stand transfixed on the poster, eyes widening as you absorb its vivid red and black colour

you know the face is supposed to be you, but the person that stares back looks nothing like what stands in front of the mirror anymore; it's a haunting reminder of the life taken from you, a life he took in a matter of seconds.

The rage boiling within your veins sears your skin from the inside out.

No wonder he let you come with him today; he wanted you to realize just how unrecognizable you had become. The fight was over.

Your eyes sting with tears; you don't even care enough to try and wipe them away, the tear splashing onto the paper, seeping into it so the ink bleeds slightly when you run your thumb over your printed-out face.

"Be good" his voice heavy with expectation

It wasn't a choice; it was a demand.

He expected obedience: not an answer or a sound out of you.

Sliding out of the booth, he makes his way to the counter.

Clutching the poster to your chest, you slump into yourself; the once spacious room feels like it's suffocating you. You take a deep breath, just wishing there was some way you could wake up from this nightmare.

Pushing the poster back under the paper and shoving it as far away from you as possible, you can't stand to look at it anymore.

"That bad, huh?"

his voice breaks through your misery, along with the clanging of the tray on the table and clinking of the glass as he sets yours in front of you

Looking at the tray, a donut. You haven't had sweets in a while, so you should be excited, especially since he kept you on the bare minimum to keep you complacent.

Grabbing one of the donuts, he takes a bite before speaking, pulling the poster back into your view and taunting you.

"It's so sad, isn't it? A poor helpless girl, just up and gone with no one to find her" his faux 'concern' dripped with sarcasm

"I wonder what happened to her. Cut up on the side of the road, perhaps? Or maybe floating down some river with weights attached to her ankles."

He took a sip of his drink with an overtly faked smile

He kept going

"Or maybe, she just ran away to live a happy life with her loving husband, so he can protect her from all the dangers in the world; I like that option much more. Now eat your donut."

Staring at him unblinking as he shoved the donut closer to you,

you felt a deep sense of disgust for the man sitting across from you.

"Eat, or we're cutting our little date short."

You know that disobedience never ends well. So you reluctantly take a bite of the donut; normally, it would be a welcome taste, but this time it makes your stomach churn, the sweetness of the pastry contrasts heavily with the bitterness of your thoughts

can you live a life where you are constantly under the control of a monster?

You take a deep breath, trying to push away these negative thoughts.

Finishing the donut, you put the plate back on the tray; he finishes the last of his coffee and places the cup down.

"It's time to go now."

You trailed behind him like the loyal pet he had trained to listen and respond. You wished you could defy him, but you knew that any resistance would only lead to more hurt and after today, there's no fight left in you, nothing but a gnawing emptiness of a life you can never live.

#dont look at him too hard. good renders are scarce to come by #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #yandere leon kennedy #dark!leon kennedy #tw noncon #tw dubious consent #fair warning i read this like once #so god bless ignore any mistakes

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justmystical · 2 months

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The Forgotten- 1

Pairing: Lucifer x Butterfly!fem!reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel x Star vs the forces of evil

Warnings: Pre-season of Hazbin hotel, Alternative Universe

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(Name) Butterfly is the Second Princess of Mewni and the Younger Sister of Queen Eclipsa.She has long red hair ,light Turquoise eyes and red round shaped marks on her cheeks.

Being the second Princess she didn't experience using her Family Relic,the Magic wand of the Butterflies that was pass down to generations to generations. Ofcourse she already knew from the beginning she wouldn't wield it. However her late Mother Queen Solaria the Monster Carver requested that she would given a replica of the family wand.

When her Mother was alive she would always want to protect her two daughters,so when she reigned Mewni she requested to the Embodiment of the Magic Book of there family to make a replica for her Protection.Just when her sister turned fourteen she received it.

She was thankfull for her mother's gift even though it was the last gift she ever received from her.

When she touched her wand it turned to a key like wand.She also found out that she can turn it to a necklace,she expect what would happen next...

She was mourning her mother's death and wanted someone to comfort her, suddenly her tears fell from her eyes to her wand and it lit up.

That surprised her very much and watched as the one ascend through the air and watch it transforms to a cat?!

This was the best thing that happened to her in weeks after her mother's death, a cat that was loyal to her and comforted her in hours mourning. It felt she felt and she decided to name her KeeKee.

Timeskip

You were currently having breakfast with your sister and her husband, yeah you never did like Shastacan or what's his name. You see him as rude and so full of himself,so you really don't how your sister survives him. If you were her you would rather feed yourself to monsters.

"So n/n how's your lesson with Glossaryck been going?"Your sister Eclipsa asked you, you stopped eating and looked at your sister "well, to be completely honest sister?poor Glossaryck is having a hard time"i giggled and Eclipse joined in"my,my sister don't give him a hard time"

You saluted and she laughed again, You and Your sister were always close but sometimes you feel like she hiding something from you.

As Breakfasts came to an end, you said goodbye to my sister and well except for Shastacan.

You removed your necklace and let transform into a cat " hewo Keekee"you said in a baby voice and she rubbed her head on your hand.

"should we visit another dimension?i think Glossaryck is going with sister today"You told her" and i may have stolen a portal scissor , don't tell anyone okay"

You went to your room to change into something comfortable, you put on a cloak and gotten everything you need ready.

Keekee transforms back into a key necklace as you put the hood of the cloak on. You cut the air to open a portal.

Earth

You visited here multiple times cause you a curious Princess.

Here it was so different from Mewni,its very interesting to say the least.

You explored more around and Keekee already transformed earlier as she guide you through the paths,she was given to you like she was your babysitter as some people joke.

You were to busy looking around you didn't noticed Keekee to be distracted to something.When you finally noticed you ran try to find your beloved pet.

"Keekee?where are you girl?" You shouted and looked around until you saw her in the hands of a blonde short man with a top hat he was sitting down by a tree.

It looked like Keekee was comforting him like she comforted you..

You walked closer to get a glimpse of the man he had the most beautiful face you ever seen and you were shocked to see he had similar marks on the cheeks like yours.

"hello?"you said which made the man jumped in surprise.

He looked at you and you remove your hood"hi?"he replied voice hoarse.

Was he crying?

Keekee saw you and rubbed herself on your leg"oh is this your cat?"you nodded.

"well I didn't know sorry..."

"it's alright,it seemed like you needed it..."you said"can i sit down with you?"he looked confused but nodded.

"hasn't anyone told you about stranger danger?"he asked and i laughed.

"well i like danger and it looks like you could use someone to talk to...my cat doesn't usually comfort any other people... she's like a detector for people who need a little help" you trailed off looking at Keekee.

"how can you be sure i need someone?"

"well,Keekee does and i trust my feline companion"

He laughed and it was like music to your ears.

"I'm (Name) by the way , what's yours?"

He froze and looked hesitant in telling you his name.

"it's umm.."

You looked at him with a confused face

"it's Lucifer..."he fully expect for you to run away.

But you didn't and smiled.

"nice to meet you Lucifer"

Lucifer yet again had to suffer his punishment. Only seeing the bad of his doings, he was summoned by a bunch of people devoted to him. They had sacrificed a lamb , baby lamb.

He can't endure this.. he only want people to have freedom and this is the consequences he got.

He teleported out out of that part of the forest and sat by a trying to maintain his breathing.

He sobbed for this retched cursed upon him.

Until he heard a meowing and saw a cat walking towards him at first he was scared to harm this little creature.

But It seems like it wasn't scared of him and for awhile it comforted him.

"KeeKee!"

He heard a luring voice but didn't moved an inch.

Until the girl greeted him,he was hesitant in interacting with this girl.

For some reason this girl is giving a source of good energy, not only that she was also gorgeous.

At the end he thought she would ran away from his name. But for some reason this girl seem confused at my hesitantion

How odd...

A/n: i know Keekee is the embodiment of the hotel but for the sake of this story and it's an alternative universe

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel keekee #lucifer morningstar #x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #eclipsa butterfly #the forgotten

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hugshughes · 2 months

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Big Green Monster C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x Minter!reader

synopsis - when Colston gets envious of your friendship with his teammate, what lengths will he go to to make it even?

wc - 2.8k

contains - takes place in the future as per usual in the minterverse. JEALOUSY, JEALOUSYYYY. colston has a big green monster, arguing, crying, shouting, guilt, comfort, making up, making outtt, kissing, hugging, cuddling. COLSTON HAS A DIRTY MIND BAD BAD BAD. FOR THE SAKE OF THIS FIC LETS SAY JJ IS SINGLE!!

an - this was so tough to write. i hate doing this to them, but they survived like always. colston would never ughhhhhhhhh. this was written based off of a few different requests, so thank you for those! enjoy babies!

You winced as a frat guy swooped around the corner in front of you, screaming something to another person across the crowded kitchen. There was an led party light flashing in your face as you scanned all the faces around you, looking for someone, anyone, you knew. You'd just left your group to go the bathroom, waiting for twenty minutes before getting into one.

The music was so loud it hurt your head. You pushed past people, hot sticky skin on hot sticky skin. The air reeked of sweat and cheap beer. Your heart beat faster as you moved through the house, still not seeing anyone you knew. It was a large house, and there wasn't a square foot of space someone wasn't occupying.

After having to shove through a group of stoners you caught sight of a familiar dirty blonde head. JJ McCarthy! You shouted his name, and his head snapped in your direction. A bright smile graced his face, pushing through to you.

"Hey! What's up? It's nice to see you."

"Hi! I'm so grateful I found you, Jay. I've been searching for anyone I knew, I can't find Colston or the girls anywhere."

"Oh I got you! I just saw him a couple minutes ago. C'mon, come this way."

You nodded, turning the way JJ was pointing. His hand found your waist when someone pushed into you, steadying you innocently. His hand moved to your shoulder to guide you from behind. You walked through the party, muttering excuse me as you swerved in between people.

You two walked through the house, scouring for anyone you knew.

You two couldn't find anyone, but what you didn't know, was that someone had seen you two. Colston watched, a fire behind his eyes. The fuck was JJ doing with his hands on you? And where were you two going together?

As if on cue, some girl in a too-small dress plopped down on the couch next to Colston, giving him an exaggerated greeting. He turned his head slightly, rolling his eyes. But nonetheless, he allowed her to talk to him, nodded, and acknowledged her when she spoke.

You and JJ did a circle around the house once again, and you finally spotted Colston. Your eyes lit up as you quickly moved through the people around you, but you paused when you saw a girl next to him, a long hot pink acrylic nail running over his tattoo. What the fuck? You were the only girl —person— who could do that. You hesitantly approached the couch, your face pulled into a confused look.

"Hey Colst, I've been looking for you."

You said it slowly, brows furrowing. His head turned up, his eyes meeting yours. The girl looked up at you too, and your stomach filled with a terrible feeling.

"Oh, hey coach."

"Who's this?"

"Oh um, I- Uh I dunno. What's your name?"

The girl looked irked for just a second, before turning her fake peppy attitude back on. She looked up at you, an annoyingly bright smile on her face, sticking her hand out. She introduced herself, pulling her hand back after you shook it and laying it on Colston's arm. You watched with rage in your eyes waiting to see his reaction. He flinched at the touch, subtly moving his arm from her grip.

"Colston, I was gonna ask if we could leave. So um, can we?"

He looked around, sighing before nodding. He stood up, not giving a glance to what's her face beside him as he started towards the door, leaving you standing shocked. You turned to see JJ standing about as awkwardly as possible.

"What the fuck was that?"

He shrugged but you were about to lose sight of Colston in the crowd so you quickly said bye, stumbling after him. You watched as he exited the house, 8 steps behind him.

"Cols- Colston! What the fuck?"

He halted, turning his head towards you before swiftly continuing to the truck. You followed after him, wanting to scream.

He unlocked the truck, aggressively pulling the passenger door open before going around the hood to get in. You stood at the open door, a look of pure distress staring into the side of Colston's head. What is happening?

You got in after Colston gave you a nasty side glance. You buckled your seatbelt as Colston sped down the road.

You sat in silence the entire ride, feeling like shouting and crying and throwing up at the same time. Why was he being so mean? You quickly exited the car, not even sure that Colston would come in after you like he was supposed to tonight. You left the front door open behind you as you heard Colston a dozen steps behind you.

You entered your bedroom, walking into your closet to take off your shoes and dress. You slipped on your own clothes, skipping the usual pajamas that consisted of solely Colston's clothes. Colston had settled in your living room, causing you to run your hands through your hair, tugging at the roots.

You washed your face and brushed your hair out before exiting to the living room. You stood at the entranceway while Colston stared at his phone, if he noticed you he wasn't letting it show.

"Lovey, what did I do?"

He looked up, noticing the hurt in your eyes. Shit, he couldn't keep eye contact with you, looking down at the floor underneath his feet. The picture of JJ with his hand on you, pushing you to who knows where through the crowd of other students was engraved in his mind. Reminding him why he was upset.

"You seriously don't know?"

You were about to scream.

"No! Obviously, I don't fucking know! All I know is that you were all over me and then I go to the bathroom and when I come back there's some girl almost in your lap all over you."

"Seems like you're forgetting the time in between that when you had JJ all up on you."

What? No seriously, what? You took a few more steps in the room, your arms thrown out at your sides.

"What are you talking about, Colston? JJ helped me find you!"

"But he needed his hands on you?"

"Colston, he had his hand on my side because there were so many people shoving into us! He kept me from falling. That's it. And an innocent hand on the side is nothing compared to me walking up and seeing you letting that girl flirt with you."

Colston sighed, rubbing his face harshly. He knew in his heart he was in the wrong, but he was too headstrong to admit it.

"What fucking ever. I can't do this shit right now."

You felt tears prick your eyes, fuck this.

"You let her trace your tattoo."

You felt so small, and you sounded it. Colston immediately felt like a dick. But he couldn't just back down after all of this. He stood up, quickly making his way to your front door. You stood with your arms crossed over yourself, a failed attempt at some comfort.

"I lo-"

You were cut off as the door shut firmly behind Colston. That was the last straw, you broke down in tears, turning back to your room. You immediately grabbed one of Colston's sweatshirts, pulling it over your head. After wiping the last of your tears, you climbed into your bed, plugging your phone in before falling asleep after tossing and turning for almost an hour, unusually cold in your bed.

You woke up too early. The sun had just barely risen, the top of the sky still lined with stars. You rolled your eyes, looking at the blackout curtains you forgot to shut. You knew you wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep, even though it was Saturday and you'd only fallen asleep about 5 hours prior.

You sat up, you felt terrible. Your head hurt, and your eyes were definitely puffy. You stood up, stretching. Your back cracking relieved a little pressure on your body.

You peeked out the window, looking at the pretty colors in the sky. Your eyes caught on something you didn't think you'd see, Colston's truck. You couldn't see anyone in the front seat. You grabbed your phone, seeing no texts from him. You put on your slippers, grabbing your keychain before exiting your apartment. Once you'd locked the door behind you, you walked down the steps and out into the parking lot.

You approached the truck, looking through the front windows, seeing nothing. You walked around the hood, your eyes widening when you saw your boyfriend asleep in his backseat. The 6'5 figure cramped up on the leather seat. You pulled the door open, not surprised that it was unlocked. He shifted with the now-open door, his feet stretching towards you. You rubbed his calf, whispering his name. You just wanted to sleep, and you knew you would if he came up with you.

He flinched, his eyes squeezing shut before fluttering open. He looked around in confusion, before coming to his senses. He quickly jolted to sit up, bumping his head against the roof. You reached out the lay a gentle hand on his thigh, silently telling him to chill.

"You been here all night, Lovey?"

He blushed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and nodding.

"My keys are kinda on your coffee table, didn't really know what else to do."

You reluctantly smiled. He was so stupid sometimes.

"Should've just come back. Missed you last night."

Even though you were still upset with Colston, you wanted him always. He sighed, looking over at you, his eyes saying so much.

"I missed you."

He paused, sighing. He felt like shit, physically and in his head.

"I'm sorry baby, I-"

"No, stop Colst. We're gonna go inside and go to sleep. Then when we wake up we're gonna talk. I just wanna sleep right now Lovey, preferably with you."

You looked into his eyes, grabbing his hands. He nodded, sliding out of the truck. You held his hand as you walk up the stairs and back into your apartment. You said nothing as you walked to your bedroom, Colston making a pit stop to grab his keys and lock his truck. He then followed quickly behind you, watching in love while you took your slippers and shorts off, closing the curtains, and climbing into your bed. Colston kicked his shoes and socks off, tossing his shirt into your hamper before getting in next to you.

You immediately snuggled into him, laying your head on your chest, leaving a kiss against his neck. He held you so tightly, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Colst. It’s gonna be okay."

You woke up a long while later, the blackout curtains not giving you a great way to estimate the time. You gently reached over and grabbed your phone, it was just after one. You put your phone back, retracting back into Colston's arms. He shifted and you moved with him, now instead underneath him while his head burrowed into your neck. He was still your everything, and always would be. You brought your hands to his hair, running your fingers through it.

Colston shifted again in your hold, his eyes squeezing tight before fluttering open, like always. You smiled down at him, rubbing your fingers over his sharp jaw.

"Hi gorgeous."

You giggled as you greeted him, the name he always called you rolling off your tongue. You were ready to get this over with, you knew it was just a misunderstanding on both ends.

"Hey,"

He reached his arm up to rub his eyes, your hands brushing and giving you butterflies like it was the first time he'd ever touched you.

"we should talk."

You nodded, before telling him the way he was laying on you was making your leg fall asleep. He shifted you both, having you lay on him, your back to his chest, with his arms around you waist.

Your head rested against his shoulder, tilted so you could see him. Colston left a kiss on your hair before he sighed.

"'M so sorry. I don't even know, seeing you with Jay's hands on you it was like something was on fire inside me. I've never felt so, I don't know, territorial? Over someone, and I fucking hated it. You've got me all crazy in my head like I've never been before. I need to learn how to handle it better, I know. I'm just really sorry, baby."

You smiled a little, of course he wouldn't be the one to say he was jealous, just that he felt like fire on the inside.

"It's alright, I don't mind that you got a little jealous. That's kinda hot."

"I wasn't jealous."

He mumbled it, tightening his arm around your middle, turning his head away from you. What a baby, you thought to yourself through a grin.

"Oh, not jealous? Just like someone lit your insides on fire because JJ had his hand on my shoulder? Just made you feel territorial? Of course, that doesn't sound like jealousy at all."

"Okay maybe I had a little green monster-"

"Big."

"Okay, big green monster. But why wouldn't I be jealous? You're hot, and everyone knows it."

You patted his hands lovingly, the smile stuck to your face.

"Thank you for saying that. I appreciate you trying to communicate your feelings. Lord knows it took you a year and a half to ask me out."

"Okay, that's not fair! You were my coach’s daughter! I had to see him every day and be reminded that 'Oh yeah, that hot girl I'm obsessed with is his daughter! I hope he can't tell that I wanna-'"

"Okay, I get it! Don't say what you're about to say. Not while we're talking about my dad."

He huffed out a breath, shifting underneath you.

"But there is something else we need to talk about, Lovey."

He nodded against the side of your head, his arms wrapping tighter around you.

"How long was she there before I got back?"

"Two minutes, maybe. I swear, baby. Don't even know her name. I've never seen her before."

"I believe you. You've never given me a reason not to."

You pulled his arm up across your chest, tracing over his tattoo.

"Can't believe you let her touch my tattoo."

"It was terrible. I'm real sorry, baby."

You let out an over exaggerated sigh, throwing your head back dramatically.

"I'll get a new one for you. I'll get your face on my chest."

"What about on your face? Don't you want me right there on your cheek?"

You poked his cheek, giggling, imagining how dumb he'd look with a tattoo of your face.

"Y'want me to?"

"No, please don't. You should get my name somewhere on ya. That'd be hot. Maybe we can get matching name tattoos. I'll get a tramp stamp of your name."

Colston's arms squeezed around you. He was imagining how his name would look inked onto you.

"You don't get how feral I'd go if I saw my name on you. I'll have to tilt your head so I can see your face and my name on you while I-"

"Wow! Wow, wow, wow! Don't finish that sentence, you're a freak."

Colston laughed, the tense pull on his heart relaxing as he felt you turning to snuggle into him. You two sat in silence for a few minutes, rejoicing in each other's warmth.

"I forgive you. Sorry I've ever given you a reason to believe I would have interest in anybody but you."

You suddenly felt bad, you had gotten in your head about why Colston even had to assume that you liked JJ. Colston was shocked at the admission, shaking his head and poking your side.

"Woah, hey, no. I was being insecure 'n bullshit. You've never made me doubt for two seconds you loved me, okay? It's definitely not you that makes me think all that shit."

You nodded into his neck, leaving a kiss. You knew that Colston had been cheated on in high school and he carried the insecurities from it deep inside him still.

"I love you, Cole. More than literally anyone."

"I love you more, coach."

Everything was going to be okay. As long as you two communicated and kissed it better, no misunderstanding or insecurities would taint your relationship. No green monsters, small or big, would ever be able to terrorize your love story.

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