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paladinncleric · 2 months
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Neighbors.
Pairing(s): Tara Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: Tara and R are neighbors
Warning(s): fluff, bad writing
Words: 1k+
A/N: I couldn't find the request but here you are, this is very rushed
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My eyes fluttered open as the Uber driver wakes me up. I payed and thanked him as I dragged my legs up the stairs of my apartment complex because the elevator was broken...again. I could barely comprehend my surroundings as I tried to get to my apartment. The tiredness of my 12 hour shift weighing down on me heavily.
As I finally reached my apartment, I looked for my keys. In my pockets? nope, not there. My bag? not there either. As I started to grow frustrated, I remembered I kept the extra key under the mat. But guess what? that was also not there. I felt like ramming my head through the wall but that will not help my situation.
Reminder to self: never give your extra key to your friends and then forget the original one at work. I can't even ask them to bring it as it's 2 in the fucking morning.
I cursed out loud as I kicked my door in a state of rage and tiredness that I completely forgot other people lived here too.
My last resort was to kindly ask my neighbor if I can spend the night at her place, who happens to be my very good friend and the person I've been in love with for the last year and a half. I nervously walked in front of her apartment and raised my fist to knock, my fist was left hanging in the air, when the door suddenly opened and I was faced with a pissed-off and sleepy Tara.
"I guess I was not being as quiet as I thought I was huh?" I said with a chuckle as I smiled awkwardly.
"That was you? I thought it was the Smiths down the hall going at it again." She said with a tired giggle.
"Why were you being so loud so late anyways?" She said with a chuckle as she let me in.
She stared at me expectantly for an answer with that cute little smile on her face as if she knew the effect she had on me. Probably she did, I was never really discreet with my staring. I snapped out of my thoughts as I answered her.
"I may have locked myself out of my apartment." I said with a frustrated sigh as I rubbed my head already feeling a headache coming in from the lack of sleep.
"What really? what about that key under your doormat?"
"Yea, that's the prob-how do you know about that?" I asked confused.
"Y/N/N you do know that, that's the first place someone would look for a key if they're trying to break-in? Also I saw you open the door with that once."
"I-I knew that! I just thought no one would try and break in..." My voice lowered in volume into a whisper as I continued, finally hearing how ridiculous it sounded.
Tara doubled over in laughter as she saw that I even doubted the things I said. And I stared at her fondly, loving the sound that filled the room. She wiped the lone tear from her face from the laugh and faced me with a huge grin.
"So what happened to it anyway?" She said chuckling still trying to recover from her fit of laughter.
"Mindy took it when she stayed over last time and forgot to return it."
"So what I got from this is that you don't have a place to stay?" She inquired.
"Basically, yeah"
"And as an amazing human being and an amazing friend I offer you my place for the night" She said with a grin as she gestured to her place.
I'll admit the 'friend' part stung a little but nothing I haven't dealt with before.
"Thanks so much Tar,I owe you one!" I exclaimed as I went and hugged her.
“Yeah yeah, stop acting like it’s your first time.”
She seemed to melt in my embrace, as she hugged me back tighter. I reluctantly let go as her scent was so hypnotizing.
"Let's get you in some comfy clothes" She said as she smoothed out the shirt and slacks I was wearing.
As she was walking away I 'discreetly' checked her out. She was wearing a white tee which rode up over her hips and black booty shorts which were too short to be honest. It's going to be a hard night.
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"Hey, you ready?" She asked as she poked her head into her room.
"Yea, I'm done." I said as I put my work clothes into the dirty clothes basket from what I was instructed earlier. I was in a black tee with grey joggers.
I turned around and saw her blatantly checking me out. I raised my eyebrows at her and she matched my expression once she caught my eye. I shook my head smiling at her goofiness and she chuckled.
"Where'd you get these clothes from anyway? They’re too big for your tiny self." I inquired.
Tara scoffed, “Bold of you to be rude to me tonight when I can easily kick you out.”
I raised my hands in mock surrender as she glared at me.
“They're Sam's, she left her clothes here the last time she stayed over."
"Makes sense."
After a moment of silence I couldn't fight my exhaustion any longer so I asked if the guest room was available.
"Well Sam is coming here in like 3 hours from her shift. So she would you kick you out if she found you sleeping there."
“Thought so.” I say bummed out as I thought of sleeping in the sofa. I started gathering my stuff and moving towards the living room when she stopped me.
After a moment of contemplating she asked, "Wait why don't you sleep in my room and I'll sleep downstairs on the sofa?"
"Nope, not happening it's your apartment I can't let you do that." I objected.
The bickering went on for a while until we both agreed to sleep on the same bed.
I mean it’s not like I haven’t slept over before, it’s just there’s always been someone from our group present.
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"So, which side of the bed do you prefer?" I asked.
"I prefer the right one, but you can choose tonight."
"Then I'll take the left one." I decided.
She shrugged and started to get ready for bed. After we were all tucked in, me laying on my back facing the ceiling, and her on her right side facing me. As I stared at the ceiling contemplating whether I should turn to face her too, I noticed her staring at me with a dazed expression.
"What?" I asked as I turned my head to face her.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you staring at me?"
"I don't know." I raised my eyebrows at her amused.
I turned to my left side completely and stared at her while she stared at me. I noticed a small smile appearing on her lips as she looked at me with a loving expression. I lost all my train of thoughts as I looked at her looking at me.
She's so beautiful when she smiles even if it's a small one, it can light up any room, the way her eyes squints and crinkle around the corner when she smiles too wide, the cute little dimples that forms on her cheeks. The way she laughs with her whole body and has a habit of leaning on things when laughing. The automatic pout that forms on her lips when she's sad, and the smirk present on her face most of the time when talking to me, that cute sexy smirk.
"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked.
"My thoughts are worth more than a penny." I grinned back at her.
"I'm sure they are." She said with a chuckle,
"Seriously, what're you thinking about?" She asked again, genuinely curious.
"You." I answered honestly.
“Me?" She asked surprised.
“Yea.”
“What about me?” She asked interested.
"How amazing you are." She raised her eyebrows at me.
“That’s awfully nice of you say.” She said with a soft smile.
I shrugged as I stared back with all the love I had for her pouring out.
Suddenly, she moved forward and hugged me tightly and buried her face in my neck. I hugged her back just as much as tightly and laid my head on top of hers. We stayed like that for a bit, then she pulled back a bit but still wrapped up in my arms.
"Y/N/N?"
She looked up and I looked down at her and answered.
"Yea?"
"I love you."
My heart fluttered and ached as I smiled slightly and answered.
"I love you too."
"Really?"
"Yea, why? are you doubting my love for you?" I said in a teasing tone as I moved some of her bangs from her eyes.
"Do you love me as just a friend?" She asked looking back and forth in my eye trying to find answers.
"Tara what are you trying to say?" I asked as I felt my heartbeat getting faster. She placed her hands on my chest on top of my heart.
“Your heart’s beating very fast.”
“I know.”
She stayed there for a moment with her hand on top of my heart, avoiding eye contact.
“Tara.”
"I'm in love with you." She blurted out.
I blinked multiple times and stared wide eyed at her. As she looked in my eyes for a bit then continued speaking.
"I have been in love with you since I first moved in here 3 years ago. You helped me with my mental health, whenever I felt anxious or scared you'd cook me your famous spaghetti and we'd watch horror movies all night even though I know you’d rather watch something else. I know it's too much to know right now but I just needed you to know, I couldn't wait any longer." She finished her confession.
I stared at her for a few seconds trying to process all this. I heard her sigh and starting to move away from me. Overcame in panic, I did the first thing I thought of and have been wanting to do for a while now.
I kissed her.
Her lips were so soft and smooth and tasted like cherry and honey as I cradled her jaw. I felt her reciprocating as I started to slowly move my lips against hers. There were no rush, we just laid there gently moving our lips against each other. She cradled my face in her hands and I rested my hands on her waist. We parted when there was a need of air. Both of us panting a bit as Tara rested her forehead against mine.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for." I said slightly panting
"Eh, I had an idea." Tara grinned as she leaned forward and gave me a firm peck.
"For the record, I love you too." I replied with a grin as the butterflies came alive in my stomach.
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I groaned as I felt myself waking up. I fluttered my eyes open as I realized I'm in Tara's bedroom, all the memories from yesterday flooded my head, I smiled bashfully as I looked beside me to see the spot empty, but I could smell the pancakes in the air. I got up from the bed, stretched my muscles and scratched me back while yawning and went out of the room to see the cause of that heavenly smell.
I walked out of her room, to see her cooking pancakes in the stove with her back to me. I walked slowly towards her and leant against the counter. And loudly yelled out "So, what'cha making?" She jumped at least 3 feet from the ground.
"Y/N/N you scared the shit out of me!" Tara exclaimed as I burst out laughing, she smacked my shoulder with a spatula as she started pouting.
"Not my fault you get scared easily." I said with a shrug as I massaged the place she hit. For someone so small she sure could hit.
“Yea, I wonder why.”She glared at me as she sarcastically spoke.
I chuckled as she went back to making pancakes while I sighed dreamily as I stared at her being so domestic.
"I can feel you staring at me creep." She laughed as she turned around to give me a playful glare.
"You weren't discreet with it then, and you still aren't now.” She said with a smirk as she looked at me over her shoulders.
"Just so you know, I wasn't trying to be discreet." I replied with raised brows.
"Yea sure ok, whatever helps you sleep at night." She said with a sarcastic tone.
This bitch-
"Oh please don't be so flattered I wanted you to know." I said with a wave of my hands.
"Uh huh" She replied with a tone so obvious that she doesn't believe me.
I stared at her with a glare as she started to laugh loudly after glancing at me over her shoulders. I went behind her sneakily as I saw her put the last batch of pancakes on the plate and started tickling her. She jumped and screamed as she tried to get away from my fingers. But I trapped her in between the counter and me and started to tickle her more.
"Y/N/N STOP" She screamed out as she started struggling in my arms, I let her take a bit of an advantage as I loosened my arms a little and she moved away.
She started running towards the living room as she looked over her shoulders to see me running after her with an evil smirk and my fingers wiggling in the air in her direction. She sped up and screamed.
"Y/F/N I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS!"
I tackled her to the sofa and started tickling her again as I straddled her. And she started laughing uncontrollably as she tried to move my fingers away from her.
"OK STOP STOP I SURRENDER I GIVE UP I GIVE UP" She shouted and I finally stopped, both of us panting for air after all that cardio. I stared down at her as she stared up at me, still panting. I swear to God in that moment I've never seen something more gorgeous than her.
She had her hair sprawled across the sofa, bare-faced all red from laughing too much, sweating and panting as she looked up at me with this happy and content look in her eyes, it made my heart burst with joy, I felt like jumping around screaming dancing not believing that she loved me back. My stomach filled with butterflies and spread through to every inch of my body. I could feel my serotonins being released just by looking at her. She was my serotonin.
I started to lean down with the intention of kissing her, she looked up at me expectantly as she waited for me to close the gap. My hands on either side of her head as they supported my weight, when I was about an inch away from kissing her, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"You're so very wrong if you think I'm gonna let you kiss me after the torture you put me through." She said with her lips brushing against mine then suddenly she pushed me off of her on the floor as I groaned and she got up from the sofa.
"And come quickly dumbass the pancakes are already cold because of you.” She said as she walked away swaying her hips to the kitchen, and I know she was smirking. I sighed contented as I laid there even though my butt hurt from the fall, it was worth it. God, I loved this girl so much.
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mtbellehs · 2 months
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“In this world, she is my world!”
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pairing: l. williamson x reader
summary: Leah prepares your daughter Stella for her first football lesson at Arsenal’s Academy..
as soon as Leah found out you were going to have a baby girl, after months and months of trying, project ‘future Lioness’ was already developing in her mind.
sure, she was a firm believer that children should not be conditioned to step into their parents’ shoes, especially in her field of work, and Leah promised herself she won’t force your future children in the world of football just because it was expected of her to do so.
on the other hand, Leah will always give credit to her family for sharing their love for sport with her, which led to, inevitably, get her at the level she is today. the future baby will bleed Arsenal’s red & white even if she chooses a career in sports or not.
you, yourself brought to the right side of North London by your wife were happy to let Leah manage the situation, willing to support your little girl in anything she’d choose to do and become.
fast forward a few years, it was no surprise that your wife took full advantage of the limited period of time in which your little baby girl was willing to do anything, no complaints, as long as she had Leah, who might you add, was smitten with, by her side.
mini Arsenal and Lionesses kits, forgoing the dollies you spent hours on end at the toys aisle to choose for the footballs Leah seemed to bring home every other day.
being your wife’s mascot any chance she got, proudly waving at you from the field, it only goes without saying that at just 3 years old, Stella was the biggest gooner and Lionesses fan.
your daughter not only inherited Leah’s love for football but also her attitude. what happens when fire meets fire? it looks like Leah’s about to find out as she reties your daughter’s blonde hair once again.
if only you hadn’t been called in to work for an emergency earlier this morning, you would’ve found the scene taking place in your bathroom, though hilarious, absolutely normal for a day in the Williamson household.
your wife’s hands were aching from how many ties she’d snapped while trying to fix your daughter’s hair, her hairline glistening with sweat from how many times she’s had to hoist your daughter back up on the bathroom counter after your little girl insisted every few minutes that she needs to have certain toys “watch mama get my hair done for training” - all this chaos resulting in a headache already pounding in the back of Leah’s head.
your daughter on the other hand was, finally bribed by Leah to sit still, happily babbling away to Keira on your wife’s phone.
“why are you stressing so much, anyway? she won’t even remember anything.”
a frantic call from Leah so early in the morning was what Keira could only describe as the worst wake-up call but the irritation faded away when her goddaughter’s little face popped up on her screen, and then it completely vanished when she spotted Leah’s frowning face behind your daughter’s shoulder, never one to shy away from bantering her best friend.
“she won’t, but i will! also, y/n will make so much fun of me when she sees her with a wonky ponytail in all of the photos..” Leah huffed, finally managing to get your daughter’s wild baby hairs under control.
one last step left - the little red & white bow, you made fun of when she bought it a few weeks ago, but if she was doing this, she was going all in
“it’s alright considering you have two left hands. mama did a pretty good job on your ponytail, didn’t she Stell?” “ponytail?” - there goes the bow, as your daughter turns her head, suddenly remembering the reason she’s been sat on the bathroom counter for the last 15 minutes.
Leah groans, throwing her head in her hands. deep breaths - 1,2,3.. - “alright, let’s go put on the red shirt, quick, quick!”
“oh no, not the ancient red shirt!” “no red shirt!” “I think aunt Kei should go back to sleep, what do you think S?” fed up of Keira’s laughing which only spurred your daughter on even more, Leah ended the call.
she has no idea how they even made it out of the house on time but as she looks at your daughter’s little figure on the pitch, one of Leah’s old Arsenal shirts on her, a special present from grandma Amanda, ponytail - obviously wonky, but with the biggest smile in place, she thinks all of this morning’s hustle and stress was worth it.
“i’m so jealous right now, looks like I birthed your twin..” arms wrap around Leah’s waist in a warm embrance - arms she could never mistake. she turns her head and is met with your side profile.
“what are you doing here? jealous of what? i’m sure not of what happened in our bathroom this morning.” your wife giggled, kissing your cheek.
“that’s why her ponytail looks like that?” “baby..” Leah whines, pouting at you. “kidding! well not really..” you laugh pointing at your daughter who was struggling, adorably so, to tuck her baby hairs behind her ear.
“you did good, Williamson!” “why, thank you, Williamson!” “Mama, mama did you see my goal, just like aunt Katie!” you both chuckle, taking one last look at your little girl sprinting around on the field, before walking towards your car, hand in hand.
“so, I assume striker Williamson is on the move?” you smirk at her, knowing exactly what her answer would be.
“absolutely not!”
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scaraaamouche · 2 months
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trios dont work. // satosugu x reader (business AU)
test to see how people like this idea
✦ Pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x afab!reader (she/her)
✦ Summary: trios dont work, and nine years later consequences hit
✦ Warnings: alcoholism, mention of death (mamagumi), passing out due to alcohol consumption, abandonment, clubs dunno what else lmk
✦ A/n: this so far isnt done yet, ive been writing a mucchhhh longer version since october, but i wanna see if you guys like this idea so lmk in the comments if yall want more so i can post the whole thing
✦ Wordcount: 2905
✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.
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nine years. It had been nine years. 
The first year felt unrealistic. It was strange. going from being side by side with each other almost 24/7 to no contact at all. [Name] didn’t know what she did wrong, just that one day Satoru and Suguru decided they didn’t want her in their life anymore.
She remembered everything of their last day together, every once in a while it would suddenly pop back up into her head, but in that first year, it replayed again and again; every day.
“Suguru!” [Name] had called out to one of the two teenage boys as she caught up to them “hi!” 
Suguru flung his arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her into his side as she greeted Satoru. 
“Where have you been, doll? We were looking for you.” 
[Name] laughed as she grabbed their hands and pulled them along. “Shoko and I accidentally forgot to sleep, so when I did fall asleep around ten I was doomed to wake up late.” 
The two boys looked at each other and smiled, the little ball of sunshine walking in front still pulling them along. 
“So four hours of sleep and already this energetic? you still gotta teach me that trick.” Satoru commented as he looked at her, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She replied with a ‘real magicians don’t explain their best tricks’ 
After they walked for a while, they finally reached the top of a mountain, looking down on the city below. 
The beginning of summer break celebration was going on, kids from their private school and from public schools in the city came together to celebrate. Many people crowded the streets, there was music, and they could see everything perfectly. 
“look who knows the best spots once again”
They had spent the entire afternoon on the top of that mountain since classes were canceled due to the celebration, their fellow students were down there, having fun.
But as they were probably dancing and partying; Satoru took on the challenge to chase [Name] around the hill, she yelped and ran behind the other boy, clutching to the back of his shirt for protection as she heard the two boys negotiate. 
“Don’t you dare Suguru,” she warned, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He placed one of his hands on hers and suddenly pulled her to the front. “Not you too please! ah!” she yelped, but the next moment she was giggling, she could never stand a chance against their tickle war. Ever since they found out she was very ticklish a few years ago it had become a thing for them to annoy her with. Whenever it was if she were sad, annoyed, angry, or if they felt like it, the boys would look at each other and [Name] would run instantly if she saw. (Which she most of the time didn’t and fell into their grasp giggling.)
Later at night they went back to the school, they had watched the sun set, then the fireworks, and then [name] and Satoru listened and looked in awe as Suguru pointed out constellations in the night sky. It was perfect.
At some point her eyes fell and she slept. The black haired boy looked down at her sleeping on Satoru's shoulder before giving a sad smile. 
“She will never forgive us.”
“But at least we'll protect her.” 
The next morning when [name] woke up in the room she shared with Shoko there was a little note on her nightstand.
‘you’re gonna be okay’ in Satoru’s messy and rushed handwriting. She got dressed and ran out of her room, looking for her best friends. what did Satoru mean with that she was gonna be okay?
She looked all over the grounds, the dining hall, library, common rooms, classrooms, the fields and gardens. Eventually she decided to also check their dorm. Girls and boys weren’t originally allowed in each other's dorm rooms, but since everyone was packing their stuff for summer the teachers didn’t care. So she followed the familiar path towards the boys their shared room. The posters were gone from their door, but they probably took those down first she thought. [name] knocked on the door, no reaction. She opened the door to find it completely empty except for the furniture that belonged to the school. 
Graduation was next week, why were they moved out already? For the last few years they always did that together. Where were they? As she turned around and bumped into Nanami, he looked just as confused as he took in the empty room. 
He looked at her, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. She knew what he was gonna ask, “They’re putting their stuff into the car or?”
She showed him the note in her hand and Nanami just got more question marks behind his eyes.
For a week she wondered where they were, she held hope they’d come knocking on her temporary apartment building her parents owned as she waited in the city for graduation. However; no knock came, no call, no letter or note, nothing. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru disappeared from the radar.
When graduation rolled around word went round that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru would not be attending. They had waited for this moment for she didn’t know how long. Plans were made to go out with their other friends after, they had plans for the future! But now, instead of her two best friends cheering on her louder than anyone else as she held her valedictorian speech, her other friends cheered double as hard. They knew she’d been struggling this week. Shoko had crashed at her temporary apartment since she didn’t want to deal with her parents. Nanami also came by daily, and if they hadn’t been there, no one would’ve known what would’ve happened to [name].
The second year was still unbearable. [Name] worked a lot, saving money, attending college, going out with her friends on the weekends. She often found herself looking to her sides, expecting to see one of her two former best friends walking there. She always looked for them in crowds, she looked everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found. 
In the third year [name] finally figured out her future. She was in her third year but decided to drop out. She saved a lot of money, and she was relatively well off so she bought a building in the busy city and within six months the place opened to a magnificent night club and partially a cafe two times a week. It took a lot of promotion, and a lot of patience until the place blew up. 
In just the first year that it opened, she gained so much she paid off the entire loan of the building. It hit off with people her age, and at just nineteen [name] was going to become one of the youngest millionaires of her time, she just didn’t know it yet.
Her friends loved the place too, and they were immensely proud of [name] after what she had gone through a few years prior. She proved to the world that the only person she truly needed was herself and that she could do whatever she wanted to.
The second year after opening the fourth without Gojo and Geto [name] opened a second location of her club across the world in Los Angeles. 
And now nine years later, and six locations in Tokyo, Los Angeles, Amsterdam, NYC, Paris and London [Name] had in fact become the fastest growing self made millionaire at her age. She lived in Beverly Hills, had her own place designed and built and she was living the life. 
Now; in her bathroom it was still a calm Saturday night but she knew that in an hour she would be in her own club, observing the people as she sipped on her drink. Saturdays were the busiest; first day of the weekend but that also meant a lot of money. 
“Scarlett?” [name] called out to her assistant who walked towards the entrance of the bathroom. “Take two weeks off, alright? Paid vacation of course, take your wife anywhere you want, put it on my bill. It’s summer and you haven’t been on a break since last year. It’s not up for debate.” She was fixing the last strands of her hair before turning towards the woman in her doorframe who looked a bit ill at her words. “Now, how do I look?” she gave Scarlett a smile. 
“As beautiful as always. And… Are you sure you’ll be fine? I mean… Two weeks is a lot.” Scarlett loved her job, not because it paid well, or because her boss was very generous. She loved her job because her boss felt more like a close friend rather than a boss. 
“You’re right, make it three weeks. You deserve it, you and your wife both. I’ll be fine, I know how to start a washer and dryer, I know how to do the dishes. What else would I need? Now, have fun on your vacation, you better send me pics, and have fun! I gotta get going now though cause I'm already late.”
Scarlett still looked a bit sick as she bid farewell to her boss, but at least she could finally take a break, which she was too shy to admit she actually needed.
[Name] walked through the front door of the club, she didn’t pick favorites is what she told others, but the location here in LA and the one in Paris were definitely her favorites of the six she owned. The music was beaming, lights flashing and the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air. Security guards nodded at her in a silent greeting as she made her way to her office, one of them trailing her for her own protection. Tonight was going to be a good night, she thought as she poured herself a drink, quickly drowning it before taking a glance at the paperwork that had been assembled on her desk during the last few days. She’d take it home when she left tonight. The security guard opened the door again and waited for her to lock it, after she gave him the signal he didn’t have to trail her tonight.
She walked past the VIP area, making some small conversations with people she’d seen before. There were new faces too, there always were. All different types of ‘em too. It was a safe space as well as a club. She stopped at Toji’s table, how he and her met was a long story. Everyone at [Name] her boarding school knew of the Zen’in family and their generations at the school, same as the Gojo family, as well as her own. She’d seen him here at the club one day a few years ago, standing at the bar and damn he looked familiar she had thought. It soon clicked in her head and she walked up to him. 
“Zen’in?” she had called as she stood behind him.
“Fushiguro now actually, took my wife's last name.” he said as he turned around, looking at the young woman in front of him. “Wait,” he had studied her face, until his eyes landed on the obvious giveaway of her family “[last name]?”. She nodded and smiled in response to his guess. “Never thought I’d see one of you all the way out here.” 
“Well, someone has to be the millionaire of the family.” Toji’s eyes widened as he asked for more details, giving an impressed grin when he found out she was the owner. 
“You got it good, girl. I wouldn’t have suspected you to be the type.” 
“Hello again, it’s been a while.” She sat down on the couch next to him, observing the people as they danced to the music. There were some empty glasses in front of him but Toji seemed rather sober.
“[Last name], you look good tonight.” he gave her a grin, it had been a few years since his wife died, the first few years were a mess for him, he was in here every night drinking away his grief. But over the years he had come to accept her passing and actually started taking care of his son again. Now he came every weekend, mostly just Saturdays since that's when his son was at his friends’ or godfathers house. “Thank you,” she smiled at him, smoothing out the satin dress on her body. “How’s Megs?” She hadn’t seen either of them ‘cause they’d been residing in Japan for a while. Toji smiled at the mention of his son. It took him too long to realize that the little boy was his light in life, his wife lived on in him and oh he was amazing. 
“He’s fine, great actually. He graduated from Jujutsu High a few weeks ago…” as Toji said that an old but familliar scent hit [name] her nostrils and she immediately turned her head around but didn’t find what she smelled. “It was amazing to see him receive his diploma. To be really honest, a few years ago I thought I’d never be back at that place again after I graduated years and years ago myself.” 
“He’s so grown up already, I can remember when you told me he just started.” [Name] turned her head back towards her friend with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “And to be fair, I don’t think I’ll ever return to Jujutsu High again, no matter the reason.” there was a reason- there were simply too many memories there that she had tried her hardest to forget. Those memories being the ones she just smelled.
The mixed scent of sweet floral yet strong cologne and a really overwhelming smell of pine and vanilla still hung faintly in the air.
It can’t be, she thought. Her mind was just playing tricks on her because Toji had her remember things she didn’t want to. There’s no way. 
Yet when she bid farewell to Toji and walked towards the bar she smelled it again. The bartenders didn’t look up when she walked behind the bar and poured herself a drink, yet she overheard their conversations. 
“That man's eyes… wow! I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that bright!”
It’s not him. They’re not here.
“But the other one! His shoulders… my god.”
[Name] walked away before she’d drive herself insane over this. There was no way they were here. If they were, she would’ve spotted them already. Even though a decade can change a lot about a person; Gojo’s bright blue eyes and bright hair and Geto’s long dark hair and muscled figure always stood out, especially when together.
She wasn’t even sure if they’d regcronise her. She cut her hair, the final stages of puberty hit her later so she got some more curves and flesh, her style had changed and so had her personality. Though deep down she knew that if she’d ever see those two boys again, she’d turn back into her old bubbly self if it took too long. She always had a soft spot for them, no matter what happened or how much she denied it, they would always be a part of her past. Toji had also once told her she walked around like she owned the place, to which she replied that she did. He’d given her credit for the remark and she’d told him to put things on her tab that night.
With a racing heart she went back to observing the crowds. Walking alongside tables, along the dancefloor, everywhere. 
Theres no way these two fucks still wear the same cologne after years.
She sipped her drink, it burned in her throat, but it wasn't unpleasant. She walked towards the staircase for staff and security. All the way up it overlooked the layout of the building and she could spot things easier. 
I’m going to drive myself insane by looking for people that aren’t-
Her train of thoughts stopped when she saw a mob of bright white hair, she stared at it for ten seconds before looking at the person's face and she felt her head get light, looking besides him she saw a familiar black haired man.
Fuck.
She turned around, not being able to look anymore. The top of the stairs wasn't lit, so the chance they would’ve seen her was slim, very slim. [Name] sunk to the ground and drowned her drink in one go, this time the burn lasted longer and she closed her eyes. A few years ago she had promised herself that if she’d ever find them in her club- her property, she’d get them kicked out. Yet now that she found them, that seemed impossible. She couldn’t just walk up to them and tell them to get out of here. 
Why not?
Why not? There was no reason as to why not. As she said, it was her property, she could do whatever she wanted and before she realized it herself she was already making her way to the table they were sitting at. 
The music seemed to dim, the world became clearer yet also blurrier as she stood in front of them. 
“Get the fuck out of my place.” she said, there was anger and aggression in her voice as she looked at them. “Now.”
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deja-yu · 7 months
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Am I your favourite? Pt 2 - Choi San
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Genre: angst/fluff
Part 1
Warning: a lil angsty as San does not remember last night. Jealous San and instigator Yunho.
Note: I rewrote this a couple of times, I didn't expect part 1 to get so much love. I felt like I had to deliver something good and I got stressed about it lmao. I hope it will suffice <3
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After the commotion the boys settled again and the teasing also died down fairly quick, you blame the alcohol in everyone's system. San was seemingly unfazed and had continued to peacefully nap on your thighs. 
You were staying the weekend in a rented house with the others. And eventually the night became too dark and collectively you decided to call it quits. 
You could feel eyes on you as you tried to wake San. Some gentle rocking and calling of his name did the trick. As soon his eyes opened they meet yours, a smile immediately found its place on his face. "Go to bed Sannie" you whisper softly which causes the smile to turn into a pout, "but I am comfy" he mumbles making you roll your eyes. "I want to go to bed San, please" he reluctantly gets up from your lap.  San sees everyone looking at you two before they suddenly try to look occupied with other things. He gives you a questioning look but you just laugh and shrug. 
Seemingly still drunk San stumbles when he gets up, you get up to help him but your legs also protest. Having fallen asleep as a result of San lying on them for over an hour. Yunho is quick to steady you and surprise you with his sudden appearance. "You still want to share a room with me?" he asks in a teasing tone. Which doesn't get missed by you but for San the teasing went right past him and jealousy once again blossomed in his chest. "Noo.. I wanne cuddle y/n" "ohhh since you're a favourite you think you can just steal her away from me?" Yunho quips back at San. Slowly blinking the latter seems confused "I am you favourite?" He questions with a blush. "You don't remember?" he tilts his head in question and shakes his head no. 
A little pang of hurt shoots through your heart. Maybe you took his confession a little too serious, he was drunk after all. But you can't help feeling hurt about how he doesn't remember. It was just a peck but you've been crushing on San for a while. Probably since Yunho introduced you to his friends.
You turn to Yunho wanting nothing more than to leave the situation. You watch Yunho's eyes flicker to you with surprise at San’s statement, concern flashes before he looks back at the reason for your hurt. "Sober up and try to remember" is all he says before taking your hand and tugging you along. You can hear Wooyoung calling San a dumbass to which he just sounds even more confused but the argument quickly moves out of earshot and you don't look back.
There were two single beds in the room you and Yunho share. Which meant you could sleep separately without an issue. Because sharing a single bed with Yunho hasn't been a thing since his growth spurt. After which the two of you couldn't comfortably sleep in his lightning mcqueen bed anymore. Yunho refuses to sleep without talking first, struggling to keep his eyes open as he looks at you from the other bed. It has been quiet for a while. "He was just clingy drunk" you mumble softly after his eyes were closed for a while, half expecting him to already be asleep. But his chest rumbles before he answers "Still.. I get that you're hurt. But he probably wouldn't have done it if he didn't like you" you snort "probably" Yunho sighs at your sarcasm "You know what I mean. Like drunk words are sober thoughts or something?" humming as a response you wonder how you will face San tomorrow. Maybe you could get out the house before breakfast and just go home early. But you doubt that would go unnoticed. Seonghwa might call 911 for possible abduction. 
It's a comfortable silence between you and Yunho. His presence helps calm you down enough for the tiredness to creep back into your body. Soon you hear little snores coming from his bed, indicating he was off to dreamland. You got up and turned off the lights before getting back in bed. 
Sunlight peeking through the curtains wakes you, Yunho is still sleeping peacefully in the other bed. The grumble of your stomach is enough for you get up and go to the kitchen. You find Seonghwa on one of the bar stools, his face lightens up at your arrival. "Did you sleep well?" shrugging you complain you're still tired which makes him chuckle. "Me too. I wasn't too sure if I should make breakfast already since nobody else was up" he says as you open the fridge. "Well, some did look pretty messed up last night so you might be waiting a long time. We can make pancakes and the rest can use the batter to make their own if they don’t show up in the meantime?" easily agreeing to your plan, Seonghwa gets up to help you in the kitchen. 
Not long after you both turn your head to the sound of footsteps. San is standing at the bar, face puffy with sleep and a content smile on his face, growing in size when he spots you. Heat rushes to your cheeks making you quickly turn back to the stove. He greets both of you and he can barely hear the mumble of a reply you let out. He blames your coldness on your possible hangover. He sits at the bar and questions what you two are making, "Pancakes" you murmur trying to grasp together strands of courage. If he didn't remember, was it fair to make a big deal out of it? Should you pretend it didn't happen so it doesn't become awkward? In your worries you didn't hear the other boys arriving. Most of them crash on the couch but Yunho's eyes go from your slumped shoulder to San. Nobody sees the mischievous spark ignite in his eyes. San is a Jealous man, everyone knows that.
Yunho walks over and wraps an arm around you, head coming to rest on your shoulder. Stiffening under the touch you only relax when the sound of Yunho's voice informs you it is him. "Ohhh pancakes?" 
Seonghwa turns around to prepare plates on the bar which means he is the only one who can see San. Jaw clenching in clear annoyance at the interaction between you and the taller man. Giggles coming from you as said man steals a pancake from the stack you were making. Yunho is getting the rise out of San he wanted. "Get a room" San mumbles quietly, but Yunho hears. Of course he did, he was waiting for it. Letting go of you to turn to the accuser with a challenging grin. San opens his mouth but words don't come out, unsure of what to say he instead looks away in annoyance. 
Once everyone has their plate, the ones whose head is still pounding took their plate back to their rooms. It leaves you, Seonghwa, Yunho, San, and now also Mingi scattered around the kitchen. San still sitting at the bar with Mingi next to him. Hwa was shifting uncomfortably at the tension between San and Yunho on the far side of the kitchen. And Yunho was standing right next to you, continuing to hog your attention. “Why are you looking so angry” Mingi asks, a little clueless to the situation. But when his eyes follow San’s stare he snorts. “Why are you jealous, didn’t you guys establish your relationship last nigh?” Suddenly all eyes are on Mingi who raises his eyebrows in innocence. Hwa is trying to signal him to shut up, your face is getting hotter by the minute, and Yunho is just grinning. San is the first to speak “What do you mean?” it has a sharpness to it, sounding more of a demand. “We… well… ju.. just like you made a big deal of those two last night…” His eyes shift from San to Yunho’s and he hesitates for a moment. “And?” San prods. “You!! You kissed them last night” Mingi says in defence, feeling San’s bad mood hang heavy in the air. Seongwha sighs heavily which makes Mingi continue to ramble on as a means to defend himself.  Yunho laughs and tries to get him to stop talking but for you and San it’s like the world stops, his eyes found yours after Mingi spilled about the kiss. “I kissed you?” he questions you, and it was barely a whisper, but you’re so zoned in on each other that you hear and nod. In response San shoots up from his chair, face reddening, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the words. His abrupt movement made the other 3 shift focus back on San. “Let’s leave you guys to have a talk” Seongwha says and Yunho agrees who in turn drags along a complaining and still hungry Mingi.  
You shuffle uncomfortably under San’s gaze. “I…I am sorry?” he ends up saying, as he steps closer before taking a step back again. San always has this aura of confidence around him, at times the kind that makes you roll your eyes as he sends a wink your way. Most times though it was more subtle, no matter what room he walked into he looked like he belonged. Now however he looks like a kicked puppy, fidgeting on the spot unsure of what to do or say. “Please… don’t say that” You manage to croak out. “Let’s just move on, you were drunk and it was just a peck” looking up from the floor to him he manages to look even more hurt than before you opened your mouth. “I… don’t. I just…” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes to gather his thoughts. “Even if it was just a peck. I did it without your permission, I am sorry. But… I don’t want to move on like it didn’t happen. Make me remember?” He asks while taking one of your hands in his with some hesitation, but as you don’t pull away from his touch, he grows a bit more confident again. “Tell me” he asks again and your breath hitches as he leans ever so close to your face. You look away from him before replaying the scene from last night. “I let you lay on my lap since you were… pretty out of it.  I thought you were already asleep and talked with Yunho when you suddenly popped up right in my face” It’s not much more than a mumble and when San grabs your chin to make you look at him you wish you could sink through the floor and disappear. “You… you asked me if you were my favourite, when I said yes you suddenly kissed me” His eyebrows raise in surprise “Then you unceremoniously passed out again on my lap” you say your heart is attempting to beat out your chest. San eyes crinkle as he smiles, it confuses you causing you to pout. “I remember… Now I have one last question, and this time I will give you time to think before you answer” eye contact so intense you squirm from it. “Am I your favourite?” the hand holding your chin shifts to cup your cheek, and his gaze is full of love. You know he is asking for permission with this question so you respond with a small nod. “Say it baby” he says as he breathes out a chuckle. “Yes, you’re my favourite” and his lips find yours, your eyes flutter shut and butterflies spring to life in your stomach. It’s a contrast to the kiss from last night, it’s not quick and it has a whole other level of tenderness to it. He takes another step closer and you melt into his chest, hand wrapping around his neck as he deepens the kiss with a swipe over your bottom lip with his tongue. His other hand is wrapped around your frame attempting to pull you impossibly closer.
“Oh my god, I think it’s time for you guys to get a room” Yunho says with a laugh. Making you break apart from San to face your friend with red cheeks. But San doesn’t look away from you, his hand brushing over your cheek. “You wanna go out with me” You laugh as he pulls your attention back to him with his words. “Thought that was clear” “mhhmm, I think you need to convince me a little more” He replies cheekily before reconnecting his lips with yours. Easily making you forget about anyone else in the house.
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navybrat817 · 8 months
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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: midnight + soft!dark 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️
Sis! I asked you with no context to choose between Steve and Ari. Hehe. Hope you like it.
When the Clock Strikes
Pairing: Soft Dark!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: You wake up and realize you're not alone in your new place. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Implied smutty times, non-con/dubcon elements (you have been warned), creepy vibes, otherworldly, Ari Levinson (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Happy Sinday! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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You weren’t sure why you awoke so suddenly, but you found yourself shivering as you sat up in your bed. You normally had no trouble sleeping through the night, though you couldn’t be sure it wasn’t morning or not thanks to your blackout curtains. Maybe it was a touch of anxiety since you were living in a new place, but you loved your new home. It also could’ve been because you were freezing.
And naked.
What the hell?
You covered your chest as you tried to see through the darkness of your room. The last thing you remembered coming home after having a couple of drinks with your friends. The warmth from the alcohol made you strip off most of your clothes before you collapsed on the silky sheets, but you were certain you kept your bra and underwear on. What happened to them? Where was your comforter?
With a tired sigh, you grabbed the sheet from the end of the bed and covered yourself up. You probably kicked the comforter away in your sleep. It still didn’t explain what happened to the rest of your clothes. Fear lit up in your chest like a flare at the thought of someone else taking them off, but you didn’t bring anyone home with you.
I didn’t have that much to drink.
Glancing at your nightstand, you felt around for your phone and tapped the screen. Midnight. “Just go back to sleep,” you muttered to yourself, fluffing your pillow and resting your head against it with a huff.
Silence filled the air as you shut your eyes.
They snapped open as the closet door handle turned a second later.
Oh, my god.
You lay frozen as something or someone slowly pushed the door open, the creaking noise making your heart palpitate. From what you could see, a tall, built man with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever soon stood in the middle of your closet. You shouldn’t have been able to make out his eye color from the lack of light, but they seemed to glow as he took a step toward you. No sound came out when you tried to scream.
Why can’t I move?
Though you didn’t see him move his hand or move any closer to the bed, he turned on the nearby lamp. Whether to get a better look at you or for you to see him, you weren’t sure. He had no shirt on, the dark hair on his chest matching his luscious locks and beard. His piercing gaze seemed to see right through you as you thought about how handsome he was. It wasn’t right to think that way, but fear was sometimes unexplainable.
He’s a stranger in my home. He was hiding in my closet. He-
“You’re much prettier than the last tenant,” the man spoke into the darkness, his voice rich and deep. “And all alone.”
You were still incapable of using your voice as you attempted to scramble away from him. You asked before signing the lease why you got the place so cheap, but you couldn’t recall the answer. Did he do something to the last person who lived here? Why didn’t you ask around more?
“Have I rendered you speechless, sweetheart?” he asked with an amused smile, gripping your ankle through the sheet. “We’ll need to change that.”
Your heart leapt to your throat when he tore the fabric away to reveal your naked body. “What do you want?” you finally asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.
The bed dipped under his weight as he crawled toward you. The mixture of light and shadows cast a sinister glow along his face as he smiled. “I want you to scream my name when I make you come.”
He cut off your whimper when his hand shot out to grip your throat. “Please,” you gasped.
“Ari. My name is Ari,” he told you, squeezing as he nudged your thighs apart. You didn’t know who he was. More accurately, what he was. “And I know you’ll take my cock like a good girl. I’ll wreck your cunt ‘til you beg for me to keep you.”
You arched your back, his touch everywhere though he didn’t move his hands. His fingers pinched your nipples, his tongue licked your folds, but he stayed still above you. It was otherworldly. It had to be a dream.
Or a nightmare.
“But you won’t have to beg much. I already plan to keep you,” he promised, brushing his thumb along your lips before he forced them open. “And I plan to ruin each of your holes. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth, they’re mine. You’re mine.”
You made a sound of protest around the digit in your mouth when you felt the head of his cock breach your tight hole. He hadn’t prepped you, but your body betrayed you by trying to suck more of him in. Why weren’t you fighting? Why did you want this?
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let your sweet cunt welcome me home where I belong,” he grunted.
I belong to you, Ari.
Before he sheathed you completely, you woke up with a gasp. You gulped as you felt along your body, your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes darted around your dark bedroom. A nervous giggle escaped when you realized you were all alone. No one was in your room and you were okay. A strange man wasn’t about to take advantage of you. It was just a dream.
A vivid, erotic dream.
“Maybe I did drink too much,” you said, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You frowned when you saw the time.
11:59pm
“What?” you whispered, gripping the device when you watched the time change to 12:00am.
Midnight.
The scared giggled came out again as you set your phone down. “It was just a dream,” you said, your gaze flickering to the closet door where it remained shut.
Just a dream.
That’s what you told yourself when the door handle turned.
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Could be a fun world to explore with these two! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
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dawnoftime22 · 5 months
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nightly terrors.
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Warnings: nightmares, but no specific description about it.
Summary: When you have endless nightmares in the middle of the night, you end up seeking comfort from the sleeping redhead beside you.
Word Count: 1k
Category: Fluff
A/N: can you tell I have sleeping problems from the amount of sleeping fics I have? :')
| Started on 27/09/2023, 10:19 PM |
| Finished on 28/10/2023, 3:07 PM |
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“Hold me. In these quiet nights, just hold me.”
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It was yet another night of endless nightmares. You had gotten one earlier already, but instead of waking Nat up, you had decided to wait it out, and eventually you went back to sleep.
It wasn't something to worry over much really, but then you had gotten yet another one, more so it was worse, and there's no way you're getting back to sleep now. Not anyone could've gone back to sleep after having such terrors like those.
You wondered why, because all you wanted was a good night's sleep, but it seemed impossible to get one without waking up with your heart beating fast and loudly.
You stare at Nat's sleeping figure, her back facing you while your breathing was scattered from the nightmare.
With hesitation, you shuffle a little closer to her after taking a deep breath to collect yourself slightly. You reach out your hand, gently shaking her shoulder.
"N-Nat...?" your voice was small, and it wavered as you called out her name, but with a last shake, she slowly woke up with a confused hum.
Her eyes started to slowly open, blinking away the sleepiness. When she saw the tears falling down your cheeks, and further more, heard your sniffling, her eyes opened quicker.
"...Oh, моя любов (my love), what happened?" her voice comes out groggily, but softly. Her hand instantly went up to cup your cheek, letting the tears soak her thumb instead, and her russian having come out so easily because of her tiredness.
"Nightmare." the one word quietly whispered from you was enough for her to understand. Having had her very own horrid flashbacks in the midst of nighttime, and you being there for her before. Just as she is for you now.
She puts her arms around your body, and pulls you closer, holding you gently. You go to hide in the crook of her neck, having felt it gave you even more of a sense of safety, but with her actually there beside you now, you already know nothing could come close to either of you. Her soft shushes were like a gentle melody.
"You're safe now, детка (baby)." She puts a kiss on the top of your head, whispering reassurances while she dragged her thumb back and forth, rubbing your back. Your heartbeat starts to slow down to a steady pulse while you held her like she was about to disappear.
Although her comforting did ease down your breathing, you were still shaking. Nat turns on the dim lamp next to her, so the room could be lit up. And, perhaps, hoping that it'll make the monsters in your head fear away from the light, too.
When Nat looked to turn the light switch on, she also took a chance to glance at the clock. Four am. The sun itself hasn't even gotten up either. Her heart ached at seeing you wake up with almost as much fear as she does, but she takes her moment to think about every little thing you did to take care of her countless times before.
You were missing the comfort of her touch, she knew. So, in replacement of her hand that was once on your back off to grab some things, she places her other hand.
She takes ahold of the tv remote, remembering to instantly reduce the volume so any loud noise coming from it wouldn't suddenly leave you shaking worse from shock.
Her hand kept it's comforting touches on you, with her whispering sweet little reassurances every now and then as she loaded up your favorite film. One of the few remedies the two of you had when the other had nightmares.
She sets the tv remote down and takes your shaking hand into her steady one, leaving a kiss on the soft skin of your knuckles that were white from your grip of a fist from before. Your head turns to hide into her shoulder, her little gestures of love luring you out from the terror. The grip you held loosens when love wins over fear.
As the familiar sounds of your favorite film playing in the background fills your ears, the shaking in your bones start to settle down.
You turn around, moving to lay your head on her chest while she keeps her embrace on you gently, keeping you safe from anything and everything.
The screen wasn't blinding, thankfully, Nat had already adjusted the brightness. The scenes played on the tv, and though the redhead was as tired as you were, her eyes were focused on both you and the film, hoping the story was distracting enough for her to keep herself awake.
All the while Natasha was trying to keep her eyes open, yours, on the other hand, was starting to falter already.
As the film progressed, slowly, Natasha starts to notice just how quiet you've been, and how soft your breathing is now. Once she's fully taken notice by leaning over slightly to look at you, she sees your eyes closed peacefully in slumber. She hopes you don't wake up with another nightmare. All the redhead wanted to do was go in your head and rid it of any scary situations, and instead fill it with content and happy moments.
If only she was Wanda. But that didn't matter. All she has to do and is doing is her best to take care of you, and it's working out perfectly. She was sure to plan something for tomorrow though, just to make you forget even just a little, of whatever had left you shaking so badly in the middle of your sleep.
She gently pushes a strand of hair off your face, careful not to tickle your skin and wake you up, and then retreated back to her comfortable position. She turns off the tv and the lamp, wanting to drift back off to sleep as you had.
With the moon still glowing high in the sky, and with her arms around you keeping you safe, the both of you know the only morning that'll greet you later will be a peaceful one.
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How can I help you?
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summary: since you were small, your mom has always been able to help you feel better. fallen ice cream, scratched knee, your mom always knew the solution. but now? it almost seems that even your mother doesn’t know how to help you now…
pairing: Natasha x depressed daughter reader
warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts 
genre: angst, fluff
words: 1459
a/n: I’ve been in quite a weird period the past two weeks. my emotions have been weird and confusing, which is why I haven’t posted anything in a while. I apologise for not posting a lot, and I promise to get at least three small fics out this week :) 
You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work
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You can’t really remember when it started. You were always fond of being in your room, yet at some point, being in your room wasn’t really your choice anymore. When you didn’t know who to blame, you simply blamed Covid. Ever since that virus came, your life has become confusing. 
Natasha would usually just blame it on your teenage years. You were going through puberty. Your body changed. Your mind changed. Everything changed. 
However, somewhere, deep down, you knew it wasn’t your age. 
You graduated last year, and because you weren’t sure what you wanted to study, you had decided to take a gap year. Natasha was incredibly supportive. She said she didn’t want you to choose anything because you felt like you had to, so you didn’t choose at all. 
The first few months of your gap year were amazing. You were enjoying all the free time you suddenly had, spending it with either gaming, reading, or watching your shows.
At some point, however, it started to become boring. 
You didn't want to go back to school. However, you also didn’t really want to stay at home anymore either. You didn’t know what you wanted.
Most days, you slept in until noon. Natasha would leave for work early in the mornings, and you would stay behind in bed. You only saw your mother when she came home late from work. You didn’t tell her about you sleeping in so late. Your mother has always followed a healthy lifestyle. Even on the days she was free she would wake up early.
She never shamed you for sleeping in. She never woke you up or told you you needed a better sleep schedule. However, still, for some reason, you felt ashamed. 
You didn’t tell her about your energy disappearing either. You didn't tell her you didn't have the energy to get out of bed anymore. You didn't tell her you lost the energy to eat. You never told her you lost the ability to take care of yourself. At one point, it just happened. 
You knew that if you ever told Natasha she would be worried sick. You knew she would do anything to make you feel better. She had done so since she adopted you.
When you were five you were in the park, and Natasha had gotten you ice cream. However, you were a little too excited, and after jumping once, your ice cream rolled off its cone. You stood there crying, while Natasha simply picked you up and assured you she would fix it. She kissed your tears away and got you another ice cream, in a little paper bowl this time. 
When you were 9, you were playing outside. You fell while your auntie Yelena was chasing you, and you scraped your knee. You clutched your leg and you wailed for your mama, and there she was. She picked you up and once again she kissed your tears away. She took you inside and gently cleaned your wounds. She allowed you to pick out a beautiful band-aid, and she gently placed it on your scratch, before kissing it better.
However, how could she possibly fix this? How could she place a band-aid on a wound she couldn't see?
You felt hopeless, and you felt as though the only way out would be to end it. You weren't very fond of the idea of ending your life. You didn't really want it to end, after all. You just wanted your current life to end. Your life was slow, and for some reason it felt as though you were merely floating around. 
At some point, you stopped existing. You stopped being you. You just became another dot on the map.
You weren't a person anymore. You were a thing existing in this world. You were existing, but you weren't significant. You didn't matter, so what difference would it make if you weren't there anymore at all?
Today was no different. Natasha had gone to work early, leaving you to sleep in. You were still in bed, even though it was already 4 pm. 
However, what you didn't know was that Natasha had been seeing something was wrong for a while. She knew you weren't yourself, and she knew you struggled taking care of yourself. Yet, for your entire life you've always wanted to do things yourself. You never wanted your mom to help you. And so, even now, she decided to give you time to figure things out for yourself. 
However, now she decided that time was up. You weren't getting any better, and Natasha was only growing more worried with the day. 
She had gone to work that morning, but at her job she told her boss that she was taking a few weeks off. Her daughter needed her, had been her truthful excuse, and her boss agreed. She went home around 4.30 pm, and when she entered the house she found out you were still in bed.
She walked towards your room and softly knocked on your door.
“Sweetheart? Are you there?” Natasha spoke as she opened the door, her eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness in your room. 
“Are you alright, honey?” Natasha asked as she walked into your room, closing the door behind her and sitting beside you on the bed. You barely acknowledged her presence, humming softly while you pulled your blankets up a bit, trying to shield your face from the light coming from the hallways.
Natasha let her hand gently stroke your hair, feeling the oily and knotted hair that rested on top of your head. 
“Are you okay?” Natasha then asked, and before you even had time to respond, you started crying.
Natasha didn't hesitate to pull you into a sitting position, pulling your body so it could lean upon hers. She allowed you to sob into her shoulder while she gently stroked you back, letting you know you were safe.
“I don't know why I feel this,” you sobbed out.
“It's alright, sweetheart, you don't have to know,” Natasha explained softly as she gave you a kiss on your hair. She held your head tightly to her chest, allowing her lips to rest upon your head.
“I don’t feel good, mama. I don't wanna be like this,” you sobbed out, and it didn't take long before Natasha realised what you truly meant by that. 
However, being the understanding mom she is, she didn't comment on it. She didn't suddenly sprung you with motivational quotes, telling you you have so much left to live for. She simply held you, sushing you as you cried and sniffled in her shoulder. 
“Can I help you?” Natasha softly asked after a few minutes, waiting for your confirmation. 
When you gave a small nod and let out another sob, Natasha lifted your body out of your bed, carrying you towards the bathroom and putting you down on the toilet cover. 
She turned the water on, allowing the bathtub to fill with hot water as steam filled the room. 
“I’m gonna grab some clean clothes alright? I'll be right back,” Natasha stated as she went back into your room, grabbing some clean clothes before returning to the bathroom. She set the clothes on the rack, helping you off the toilet seat and out of your clothes.
After you were settled in the bath, Natasha pulled out some shampoo, massaging it into your head before rinsing it out, repeating the process with the conditioner.
After your hair was clean, Natasha grabbed a comb, gently working on the knots and matted parts of your hair. After she finished, she washed your hair again, enjoying the feeling of the now silky soft hair in between her fingers. 
After finishing your hair, she helped you wash the rest of your body, before helping you out of the bathtub and drying you off. 
Natasha didn't allow you to walk yourself, instead lifting you up into her arms and carrying you down the stairs. Luckily she was crazy strong, so despite your age, she could still easily carry you as if you were merely a small child. 
After you were settled on the couch, Natasha went into the kitchen, preparing you a nice and healthy meal.
For the rest of the day, you simply sat on the couch, leaning on your mama while she gently stroked your back. It might have seemed lazy to the normal person, but for you, it was change. You weren't alone, for starters. There was daylight in the living room, and there was social interaction, even if little was being said. 
In the end, you realised, that despite the wound not being visible, your mama would always be able to stick a band-aid on it. 
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myabsurddreamjournal · 5 months
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Fate (part 2)
Soldier boy x fem! reader
Summary: Reader is a scientist who is forced to work at lab that they keep soldier boy frozen, she talks and cries to him when she is alone, thinking he can't hear her but he hears everything.
With the sound of emergency alarm she shoot up from her bed, almost falling the floor, then she heard gunshots. It was just like that night, the night they took her. Tears were already forming in her eyes. She needed to get out.
Without knowing where to go, She started to walk towards stairs. If she could be quick she might have a chance.
Gunshots were louder now with screaming sounds.
She was running like mad person, looking for a door, a window. Anything to get her out of here
But suddenly she stopped.
Ben.
Ben was there. She couldnt leave him here.
she started running towards opposite direction
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"Oi who the hell are you.,?"
it was the first thing she heard after stepping in lab. A tall man with black hair was holding gun to her face. He looked like he would fire the gun any moment. Everything about him screamed danger.
Then she looked at floor.
arms, few legs, burned and disfigured bodies where everywhere. Everything bloody and red. She closed his eyes in horror.
-"Speak or i will shoot you." he said with thick English accent
-"i-im a scientist." she told, raising her hands. And quickly added "im a prisoner here".
After looking at for a moment he turned to his back.
-"well our lucky day right boys?"
She looked at the "boys"
There was a black man who looked like he was going to pass out, and another-why he was naked? , in the opposite corner a Asian girl stood with man beside her, he was also holding a gun.
-"w-what happened here?" She said.
-"see love, we are here for Soldier Boy. He is here isnt he? He patted the door of cryo. "this cunts tried to stop us."
-"What will you do with him?" (will you hurt him? she wanted to say.)
-"Lets just say we want to talk to him."
"B-but he is asleep since 80s"
"You know how to wake him up, right?"
y/n weighed her options for a moment. Well.. was there any option? She was sure as hell she didnt want to get questioned and lose her fingers, and it wasnt like they could do anything to him as long as he was awake. So she decided to not tell them about special gas that can make him sleep.
"Will i be free if i do this?"
"dont try any funny bussines, and you are free to go."
"O-okay, ill wake him up. But im warning you, he might be out of his mind."
She walked towards other side of the room, Where a huge metal tube was placed. Few valves and big red button on it.
She dreamed of hitting the red button for more than hundred times but never tought it would feel like this. In all her life, she never been this nervous before. Not even that night. Her heart was pounding so hard inside her ribcage, hands shaking like a leaf.
She looked at the tall guy, signaling him for cryos door.
As he literally ripped the door, She closed her eyes. Suddenly so afraid to look at him.
next minutes were blurry. She heard the harsh sound of binds being ripped, and whimpering.
Despite her fear, after hearing his whimpering, she had a strong urge to hug him, calm him down, to tell him it was over.
but couldnt say anything because as soon as she opened her eyes she saw them for the first time. His green eyes. But unlike her dream, They were filled with anger. Looking at the gun that guy held. It was lowered immediately but. His eyes were now dark, making him look like a wild animal ready to pounce on his prey.
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She was sure he was going to attack him but something else happened.
His chest started glowing.
Like a fire.
y/n was hit by a dejavu. Remembering the tapes that she tried so hard to forget. She was sure In one of them he was glowing just like this..seconds before exploding like a bomb.
Yes, this was whats going to happen.
With her panicked mind y/n started to scan room for anything to distract him. As his chest was glowing brighter with every second, She saw the glass ashtray on the lab desk (the one she always hated) And next thing y/n knew, she was throwing it towards him (aiming the wall next to him) while shouting "Be- soldier boy they are trying to help you!"
never considering herself lucky person, in that moment Y/n was sure this was the most unlucky moment her life.
because the ashtray hit him right in the head with loud thud.
Everything stopped .There wasnt any sound, only ashtray breaking to pieces on the floor.
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Soldier boy started slowly turning towards her. Realizing what she had done, y/n looked over the tall guy with pleading eyes.
"FUCK." Tall guy mouthed to her.
No one dared to make any move as soldier boy walked towards her. His every step making heavy sound.
"All this time i was afraid of humans, and now He will be the one to kill me." she thought. "Will he hit my head in return?.., at least it will be a painless death."
She closed her eyes just before he stopped right in front of her, waiting for the hit.
"God, let this be the last time. I dont ever want to born in this world again"
But instead of a hit, she felt a hand -large hand gripping her arm tightly. And heard his voice for the first time.
-"Y/N".
Notes: i really didnt like this chapter. But i was expecting it. In next chapter Soldier Boy and y/n will have a lot of dialogues and fluffy moments together!💫
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sockiestupidity · 9 months
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Papusa Making-Miguel O'hara x platonic teen reader
Description; Reader is the complete opposite of Miguel and does not easily trust, reader gets caught stress making papusas at ungodly hours by Miguel💀Alternatively:Miguel unexpectedly befriends the newest addition to spider society over food
no spanish bc im a no sabo kid🙈(sorry if he seems too white for y'all)
warnings- lowercase intentional, bad writing/bad grammar, fluff, angst??, implied abuse/neglect, ooc miguel(acts a lot like peter b.???), not proofread, idk what else, let me know if i forgot anything🤷‍♂️ the reader is gn!!! reader is also implied to be nonverbal bc i said so🥰
also the povs slightly change at some points (just ignore it🙏)
first time writing a fanfic pls be nice :))
it was dawning 4:00 am and y/n still had yet to fall asleep, their mind preoccupied with anxiety and paranoia, they took a deep heavy breath, and tried not to close their exhausted eyes. they squeezed their eyelids shut, feeling a headache approaching, and as soon as they did, images of their past events played. they quickly shook their head, trying to get those images out of their mind. as grateful as they were for having a place to stay at hq, they could not help but think about the comforts of their own home. despite the imposing threats of their home, there was almost something cathartic about sleeping on an old bed that was on the verge of falling apart. the young spider's new housing situation felt too safe, too quiet…to… comfortable. as a new spider, they did not know for how long these types of comforts would ve provided without a cost. they almost never slept, as they felt as if they did, these comforts would suddenly gone, as if it was all a sick joke, or a dream
suddenly y/n felt something wet drip down their cheek. "am i crying?" they thought to theirself.
they took another deep breath in, trying not to hyperventilate. in times like these, y/n would usually either bake or cook (only when their parents were not present) or they would just straight up bottle their emotions. y/n sighed as they weighed their options. despite their brains constant paranoia as to what might happen if they get caught baking, they decided to go against their paranoia for once.
as y/n quietly treaded towards the communal kitchen, making sure not to wake anyone up (AN: i imagine that hq house is just a rlly big ahh house so that why theres a communal kitchen). as they looked through the contents available, they remembered that a previous spider had make masa recently, and had leftover masa that desperately needed to be used. y/n also recalled how another spider had previously made pickled vegetables and cabbage and ended up not needing it. this gave the young spider an idea. they swiftly grabbed out the needed ingredients for papusa filling. which included beans, cheese, and loroco. y/n decided to make vegetarian papusas just incase other spiders were interested in eating them. since they basically acknowledged no one in spider society, y/n decided that this could at least be seen as a token appreciation for being taken into the society.
they happily began mixing, almost forgetting the previous events that were plaguing their mind, until a large, menacing figure was seen in their field of vision. y/n suddenly stopped mixing, their hands now trembling with fear, panic clouded their mind, and their eyes began to blur, as they began hyperventilating the figure got closer. in response, y/n decided to continue moving back until they were trapped in a corner of the room.
the figure suddenly came to a halt, y/n looked up to the figure, not being able to recognize the harsh features of the figure.
the figure held a hand up, as soon as the figure did, y/n flinched. the figure suddenly donned what looked like a frown. suddenly, the figure began to speak, "hey, its going to be alright kid, i need you to breathe with me okay?" y/n nodded, still trembling with fear.
the figure began to count with their fingers, "just follow my lead, alright? in for four seconds, hold for seven, and out for eight, alright?" the young spiderlings breathing soon began to calm down after the figure repeated the exercise. soon their vision began to clear, and as soon as it did, they realized that the figure was the stoic man who led the spider society.
he suddenly spoke again, "everything alright?" y/n nodded.
"what are you doing up so late?" he asked the young spider. y/n noted how it looked like he was attempting to soften his features for them.
y/n just simply gestured to the bowl of mix, as well as the pickled vegetables and bag of masa. miguel nodded.
"i have never made papusas before but i have made tamales, could i possibly help you out?" he questioned.
y/n pondered. could they really trust this man? miguel's stature was huge, and could easily take advantage of them. y/n looked down, trying to blink away tears.
miguel attempted a look of sympathy towards the newest spider. he had felt so bad for not monitoring your earth earlier than he decided to. he had seen what had happened after it was far too late. it frustrated him, those events weren't even canon, he could've done something if he had known, there was no need for you to go through that much pain. going through his loss of his daughter made him sympathize with you, not only did you remind him of gabriella, you also reminded him of himself. he felt obligated to take care of you because of your naivete not only that, but he also didn't want to see you go down the same path of destruction he went down.
he took a deep breath in and out, "i understand why you don't trust me, and i respect that alright? but i just want to make it clear that i would never do those things to you. i want you to be able to trust me" he explained to you.
y/n looked back up. he seemed to be trustworthy op enough. after all, he was a grieving father, and seemed as if he had really cared for his daughter.
y/n gestured towards miguel, then to the abandoned products, and then to themself.
"you want me to help you?" he asked, wanting to clarify that he interpreted your gestures right. you nodded in response. he responded with a rare smile.
the two of you got to work, mixing the filling and placing it into the masa. after all the papusas were finally finished with shaping, he finally spoke up.
"maybe next time i can show you how to make tamales, we can even incorporate the banana leaves as well" he suggested.
you pondered his suggestion and nodded with a smile. even though you often did not trust adults, miguel seemed like someone you could trust, and you found it admirable that he was willing to incorporate your culture.
"alright kid, lets cook these" the two of you began to cook the papusas. when the two of you were finally done with cooking the papusas, and cleaning the area, most of spiders in the hq housing were awake, as it was around 6:00 am (AN: realistically papusa making doesn't always take that long but just ignore it for the sake of the story🙏). some of the spiders heading towards the kitchen commented on how good the kitchen smelled.
one of the spiderpeople looked towards you, "did you do this?" they asked. you gestured towards yourself and miguel, miguel simply looked away, "the big bad boss helped you out?" they questioned in shock. the spiderpeople could not believe it. the cold, harsh man had helped you, the timid new kid make food? but it seems that the surprised chatter was soon silenced as people started to eat your papusas.
needless to say that they encouraged you and miguel to cook more often.
AN: if u got this far tysm for reading, i rlly do appreciate it-feel free to leave feed back, or interact in any way🥰 i was inspired to write this bc despite the amount of miguel x hispanic reader works there were, i felt like most of them were targeted towards mexican ppl (or like some of yall forget that other latin countries besides mexico exist) and i wanted to see some rep for salvadorans
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elsaellaelys · 9 months
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Bewitched - part 1
Bewitched - part 2
summary: Two bewitched best friends have sex after a smocking session.
pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader
WARNINGS: 18+, sex content, smoking weed, cursing.
2.160 words
a/n: My first smut! I was very excited to write this... hope you enjoy. I was just so in love with this picture and it all came to my mind. Also, let me know if there's any requests. <3
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The sun light is still cold as is only 9 a.m, Y/N woke up early in the Chateau not in her regular spot in the couch, she sitted outside trying to get her brain back to it's place. John B. oppened the door, sleep still on his face.
He look at her confused "What you're doing here?"
"Just waiting for you to wake up" she lies.
Thank God he didn't noticed she spent the whole night on his friend's bedroom, her friend's bedroom. Instead, he just started to look for his fishing net, talking about going fishing later. Y/N's heart stopped for a second when the door oppened again, JJ coming out, sitting in the chair in front of her, glancing at her sometimes. He woke up to the door sound, arms stretching on the bed, searching for a body, her body, not finding it.
Now Pope just showed up in the corner, JJ took the opportunity to met her eyes, heaven hiding beneath her eyelashes, his heart felt so light he could fly. "You okay?" he whispers.
She forced a smile "Yeah."
But her heart was twisting inside her chest. She just sleept with her best friend. They fucked. Way more than once in one only night. A wave of insecurity washed her heart as she avoided his eyes. He knew how she felt, but didn't understood it as he was so head over heels for her, she bewitched him and he was so happy about it.
They first met on the beach, a kegger, Y/N was shitfaced, trying to get a guy's hands off of her because she, even not sobber, wasn't interest. JJ took the chance, shoving the guy away, guided she to a quiet place and handed some water. Suddenly she was telling her life history to him, he accepted it, thinking she was just so drunk, maybe needed someone to talk, so did he, then he was the one telling everything he felt, he found a certainty in her eyes, how she listened even if she could barely stand up, forgetting it was a small island they were in. I mean, she was a touron right? On Monday, he headed to school and there was she. Kinda different, not drunk, but same pretty face and hair. He approached, holping she didn't remembered anything and he still had a chance.
"Clearheaded, I see." he said, taking the nearest sit.
"Sorry?" she stared at him confused, memory coming back in a flash for a second understanding how she made her way home safely. "Oh, you're the blonde nice guy from the kegger! Sorry, I don't remember much but thank you."
"Nah, my pleasure."
He offered company for lunch and she gladly accepted, not talking about that night so he thought she didn't remembered, but she did, heart beating different for knowing he was so real with that. JJ asked her on a beach date. Not really like that, just a "Let me take you to the beach, you're new around so better have a nice tour guide."  Could she denied it? It happened that when they were on the beach they walked into the pogues, what he always avoided, the introductions, then she fell on a conversation with Pope about the classic book essay school teacher gave and they all became friends, hanging out in the Chateau, late night drinks and talks and smoking, then John B. was teaching her how to surf - and she was great on it -, Pope shared books with her, Kiara was excited there was a new girl in the group and at that point she became a pogue too, there's no pogue on pogue macking, so JJ knew, he was now in the friendzone.
Of course there was the flirting, the mindless touches and drunk kisses. But just that.
Well, some day the stars align.
Last night Y/N came to him, showing the special weed she got with her new work bud, they got high together. As a rule, always share your weed with your friends. They sitted in his bed, on the Chateau's guest room he claimed his. She got comfortable, putting a little bit of it in the grinder, doing her ritual.
JJ smiled lightly, she was mumbling herself a little tutorial. "Just a little, we don't want to fall dead in the first try." looking so concentrated, making sure the filter tip was right in the place, he unconsciously wetted his lips when she licked the paper, rolling it quickly but well.
"Wanna hit it first?" she asked
"Is your grass."
She laughed "But you're my guest"
He took it, lit it, gave it a puff.
"How is it?"
"Try it yourself." he shrugged handing her the joint. "Thought you were beeing nice, but I'm just your guinea pig, uh?"
She laughed, inhaling it herself. The blunt was burning in their hands, burning more in their brains.
"Now, how is it?" JJ asked looking down at Y/N, she was currently lied on the floor.
"It's okay. Like, definitely good, I'm not overthinking, so definitely my type. Just feeling hot."
"Yeah, you do look hot."
She giggled "Don't need to make me blush when we're alone"
"Of course I have to, it's cute."
She rolled her eyes, feeling her cheast tight a bit and suddenly had the urge to say it. "You're the only one that make me blush inside too"
Fuck. It went out so wrong. She screamed in her head, wishing she could grab the words that were still flying in the air. JJ liked very much, enjoying the way her face twisted in pain of shame, a grin growing in his lips.
"I mean, like, you have that weird super power, you make me feel like Kenny used to and it have been so long..."
"Kenny? As in Kenny, your first boyfriend?"
Oh no. She laid on her stomach, pressing her cheek on the floor, cursing herself over and over. She was definitely overtalking.
"Please, forget it."
"Ha! No way!" He putted his arms behind his head leaning against the wall, silence swinging between them cause he was too caught up on her figure, out on the floor so perfect, he couldn't take the smug grin out of his face. "If it makes you feel better, you do that to me too"
Her head snapped up focus on him with wide eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah! Totally! And you make Pope and John B. blush too" he laughed "Damn. Even Kiara. It's like you're a witch. A love witch. You bewitch everybody with your charming ways"
Y/N smiled to him from ear to ear, a smile that could pass continents and oceans - he even considered compare it to the ocean, just as beautiful and fascinating. "I bewitched you?"
"Sure you did, love."
She felt her chest inflate with confidence, so she sitted, inclining to the bed side. "And... What'ya gonna do about it?"
JJ almost jumped into her, threw she on the floor beneath him, kissed her with all he's being keeping hidden along this time. Instead, he leaned over, lips brushed against her's and he felt in his bones... no, in every part of his body, a heat enough to combust him entirely.
"It's okay." She reasured, their mouths met hardly but soft, tongues already mixing as they couldn't wait. He did guide her to lay on the floor under him, hands tangling in each other's bodies, each other's hairs. There was this natural instinct that made he cup her breasts over the t-shirt - Damn - she was using no bra, just that fucking thin fabric that letted he feel her nipples already hardening and JJ knew, so was his cock, twitching in his shorts, she was whimpering inside his mouth.
He pulled back to watch her face, lips wet, eyes wide with please. "You still hot?" he asked, tugging her shirt. Fuck, she wasn't even naked yet and he felt like already cumming. All over her face.
She nodded to his question. "Shall we take this off?" she nodded again. "No, baby, I need words."
"Yes, J, please"
"That's it, sweet girl"
Her cunt clenched around nothing, she felt she was dripping wet, shirt now in the middle of the room, just like them, tangled out on the floor, her hands in his hair when he started to suck her nipples, his hands in her ass, cupping, squeezing, slipping so close to where she needed. JJ bitted one of her tits lightly and she moaned, he grunted, she moaned again, hips bucking up meeting his, they moaned.
"You should take this off too" she whispered, hands on his shirt.
"Yeah?" he pulled back, smiling widely.
"Yeah. And this." she groped his shorts, they both sitting up, kissing while stripping. His hands freely runned through her body, JJ never felt more happy, more delighted and hard in his whole life.
"Can I? Please?" he begged already, at this point they were both at each other's mercy anyway.
"Quit the asking, J, I'm up to anything. See?" she asked, guiding his fingers through her folds. "I'm so wet."
"Fuck yes, you are. Let me cleaned it a little." Y/N gladly kissed him once more before jumping on the bed, he spread her legs apart, taking a long look, kissing her inner thights.
"Quit the teasing too." she outcried, he laughed. "No way. You quit being a crybaby. You're so fucking beautiful, I have to take my time."
He concentrated, fingers running her pussy, slowly entering her.
She felt the thick finger in and out, letted out a sigh of relief. "Yes, J, please, please."
He leaned, tongue lapping at her core but the proud grin never leaving his lips. His cock was painfully hard, almost pulsating, he had to take his hand down to stroke it causing his groans into her and she was done, pornographic moans echoing in the room. How could she hold it? The weed effect on her, his fingers inside - three of them, she didn't even remembered the second - his hot tongue, messy hair, pretty reddish eyes up at her, closing when he stroked himself. Y/N reached for it, doing the job while pushing him to sit on the mattress, against the wall.
"Let me do it" she pumped his dick.
"Later, I just want to be inside you right now." JJ confessed, trying to keep his eyes open to look at her moves. He knew he wouldn't last much in her mouth.
"Could make you beg for it." she spitted in her hand spreading along his length.
"Don't you dare..." he had to stop talking, grunts were the only sounds he could let out as his dick was now sinking into her tight cunt, Y/N swore she never heard a sexiest sound.
He pushed she against him, her bare cheast against his as he was trying to dissapear into her because they were so interlinked, lazily riding one another for their highs. So slow it felt like torture, but they didn't had the strength to do more than that, they didn't had to. JJ laid over her in the sheets, careful not to suffocate her body with his own, even so he was so wasted, so lost in the feeling of her tight pussy, her clit rubbing in his groint, legs pulling he closer, nails in his arms. "Oh this arms!", she thought. The moment he started hitting her G spot over and over, they were both coming undone and he had to pull of to spill his release in her stomach.
The boy buried his face even more in her neck, if his legs were weak, hers didn't existed anymore.
"Bet Kenny never made you feel like this."
"What a way to end the vibe."
He laughed into her neck, shivers running down her spine. "The weed is good though." he said, she agreed, moving just a little, her pussy rubbed his balls ripping moans from their throats.
JJ pushed into her again, flipping them over so she was riding him at a slow pace, his face between her boobs thinking he found heaven. They were exhausted but they couldn't stop, stopping never crossed their minds.
Now when she didn't had courage to face him, remembering her loud moans, - Thank God John B. got home late - even wanting to. Even now they didn't wanted to stop. JJ moved closer as the boys headed inside the house.
"You not going shy on me now, are you?" he asked, thumb brushing on her cheek as he pulls her in for a soft kiss. "Good morning" he smiled.
"Good morning" she returned. "I'm not shy, just... confused"
"It's okay. I mean, I'm not confused. That's what happens when you're under a spell, right? Little witch."
"Yeah" she chuckled, smile opening wide, and he fell into her again, her hands around his shoulders bringing him so close as they melt in another kiss.
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ctitan98official · 2 months
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@m-r-nicely : No clue if you’re accepting ideas or prompts, however, if you are then I have one: RE8 ladies reactions to waking up hearing Y/N saying ‘I love you’ for the first time, then realizing Y/N is professing their love while still asleep (or at least mostly asleep) and likely won’t remember it in the morning (but the ladies will). I hope at least some of that made sense, but thank you anyways for always making me smile when I see your posts.
Sure, this is a great idea! (Also, so happy I can bring a smile to your face!) I really relate to this because I talk a lot in my sleep, so I’m completely familiar with embarrassing confessions. Let’s get into it!
Alcina:
She’s so touched that you think about her even when you’re sleeping.
She lightly pets your hair, hoping not to wake you, as you mumble out how you feel.
Alcina gushes at the knowledge that you feel the exact same way about her as she does about you.
Alcina has not let herself become so romantically attached to someone since the cadou implantation.
She feels pleasantly intoxicated by your gentle display of love. She could get used to this…
She snuggles into you and lets the soft sounds of your declaration of love lull her to sleep.
Donna:
Donna has never been on the receiving end of the kind of love you are professing.
She first starts panicking because she’s afraid that she’ll let you down if you open yourself up too much to her.
Donna is both elated and shocked at what you are saying.
She has dreamt of this for so long, but she feels overwhelmed and starts to cry softly. She’s not sure whether it’s a joyful sob or a pained one for all of the years she missed out on being with you.
You suddenly gather up Donna in your arms and hug her like a teddy bear as you sleep. This ends her inward spiral and she relaxes instantly.
Mother Miranda:
You had been suffering with a bad fever for the past few days. Miranda was taking excellent care of you, though.
She loved to read you little stories and talk to you while you were conscious enough to understand her.
You had recently fallen into a restless slumber and Miranda took the opportunity to climb into bed with you and cuddle you.
As she was dozing off, she heard you mutter something that sounded like her name. She looks over and sees a big smile on your sleeping face as you talk about how in love you are with her.
Miranda blushes immediately and tries to pretend she didn’t hear you.
She honestly felt relieved because she realized while she was taking care of you how much you truly meant to her.
She kisses your forehead and falls asleep.
Bela:
Bela likes to read in bed while you sleep.
She has heard your musings as you sleep before, but never anything like this.
She smiles and leans toward you to hear all that you have to say.
You give her the sweetest compliments that make her melt.
Bela lays her head down on your chest and enjoys the rumble she can hear and feel as you talk.
Your voice is definitely one of her most favorite sounds.
Bela decides soon enough to write down all of the wonderful things you have to say about her so that she can go back and read them on hard days.
Even in your sleep you know what Bela needs.
Cassandra:
Funnily enough, Cass seems content to literally sleep right on top of you. Typically splayed out.
In the back of her mind, this is actually a possessive instinct. Nobody is going to take what’s hers.
One night, she wakes up to the muffled sound of you mumbling into her cleavage.
She rolls off just enough to hear what you are saying clearly.
She blushes as she realizes that you are dreaming about her.
Cass then feels utter satisfaction. She has fully captured you and your heart.
She snuggles up on top of you again and places the softest kiss on your lips.
Daniela:
Dani had been wondering when you would finally tell her you loved her.
As she runs her fingers though your hair to soothe you as you sleep, her biggest dream comes true.
You start waxing poetic about how Dani is, and always will be, your greatest love.
She squeals (Softly, so as not to wake you) with delight.
At one point, Dani starts softly answering back as you talk, leading you to say even more lovely things about her.
Dani is so in love, she can barely contain herself.
When you wake up, Dani tells you that she feels the exact same way. You are confused as she hugs you, but you’ll never turn down affection from your favorite person.
You shrug and tell her that you’re glad she agrees… Even if you don’t know what she’s talking about.
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sapphic-woes · 2 years
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Sevika x Fem!Reader - Two Faced pt.2
A/N: Back by popular demand: my foolery. Here’s the second part to this piece. Minors DNI
Word Count: 5k  AO3 Link
Pt. 1
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When you woke up, you didn’t know what to do. 
You were trapped. Thick legs entangled your own, and a heavy metal arm was wrapped over your waist. Heat was all around you, and it took a moment for you to realize you were sleeping in Sevika's bed. 
The woman was holding you like you were a teddy bear, and it would have been insulting if it wasn't so terrifying. When Sevika breathed, you wondered if you were sleeping next to a lion rather than a person–trembling in tandem with every soft exhale.  Her prosthetic fingers dug into your skin ever so slightly. The morning rays slipping past her blinds made the amber metal glow, and it brought a whole new meaning to dangerous beauty.
…Holy shit. I need to get out of here. 
Memories of last night flooded your mind, and you swallowed. Somehow, she hadn’t gutted you where you stood back in the bathroom…and you also happened to have the best time of your life. You almost wanted to test your luck and go right back to sleep, but the idea of Sevika waking up and changing her mind was too frightening to take that risk.
“God, why is this so heavy?” You whispered as you tried to discreetly lift the woman's metal arm enough to slip through. It felt like lifting up a goddamn boulder, and you wondered how the hell Sevika simply walked around with it. That combined with wiggling your legs free of her thighs proved to be nearly impossible, but somehow you managed to do it.
Once free, you huffed as if you'd ran a marathon. You sat beside the sleeping woman to catch your breath, staring at her with wide eyes.
“God,” you heaved, “is she…made out of…stone…?" You groaned, craning your neck back to look at the ceiling.
"Overpowered asshole.” With that final insult, you went to climb out the bed, looking around for your handbag and shoes. The former was easy to find, but your shoes? Shit.
You looked up at the top of her ridiculously tall closet, seeing your precious Louboutins placed neatly on top. Smart bitch. She knew there was no way you’d leave them behind, but there was no way you could get them like this, standing on the tips of your toes and jumping for a bit before giving up. “Ugh! This is just–fine. You don’t want me leaving just yet?” You whisper-yelled as you spun on your heel. Knowing she purposely put your shoes out of reach before using you as a personal human pillow pissed you off to no end. With a deep breath, you stomped over to the sleeping woman.
However, once actually there you hesitated. She was snoring away, yet you still felt like you were in danger. She took up so much room on her bed, you realized, and the space you'd been curled up at was tiny in comparison. I bet she's definitely a grouch in the morning too. To her credit, you guessed she was a grouch to everyone at all hours of the day, but if you woke her up, would she accidentally kill you from pure irritation alone?
You didn't know, but as per usual, your uncertainty didn't stop you.
“Wake up, you cocky bast–ah!”  You lifted your leg, preparing to kick her off the side of the bed. However, thick digits curled around your ankle, and with a startled gasp you were suddenly pulled down onto the bed again. She was awake?
Heat pressed between your legs as Sevika brought you down to straddle her thighs, or at least, one of them. Your breath hitched in your throat as large hands gripped your hips in place. You looked down into half lidded, amused eyes, and Sevika drank in the image of you above her for a moment before she spoke.
“How the hell do you have so much energy in the morning?” The coarseness of her voice made you forget how to think. It tickled your heart in all the right places, and you simply blinked down at her in surprise. Then you remembered she'd asked a question.
“I’m only like this because someone put my shoes on top of closet everest." Sevika glanced at the heels she'd put away, still untouched on top of her drawer. She tried not to snort. In all honesty, she'd woken up the moment you complained about the weight of her arm…and had practically witnessed everything.
Sevika was a light sleeper for good reasons. Usually, those reasons were to keep her alive. However, this time she was able…to relax. To simply watch you desperately jump up and down in an attempt to reach your precious shoes. To quickly shut her eyes when you spun around, and inwardly adore your fretfulness over waking her up. It was different, but it was good, and Sevika wasn’t complaining–instead watching you complain above her.
"Blah! Blah? Blah, blah, blah…" Sevika zoned back in to process your words.
“Seriously,” You gave Sevika a deadpan stare, “I didn’t think you were the type to want people staying until morning.” You watched as Sevika shrugged.
“I’m not.” Huh? You stared down at the woman in confusion.
“You…do realize I’m right here? Hate to break it to you, but clearly you are.” You gave her a look as if what you stated was obvious. Sevika frowned.
“You're…dumber than I thought.” You sputtered, where the hell did that come from? 
“Excuse me?” It was risky, and you blamed your recklessness on the grudginess of the morning. You slammed your hands down on either side of Sevika’s head, leaning forward over her. She only raised her eyebrow in response, dragging her eyes from your face down over your dress. The tantalizing look made your cheeks warm, but you ignored it.
“Say that again. Go on. See what I–” Sevika let out a heavy sigh. A frustrated exhale that made you stiffen. Suddenly, you realized the look in her eyes wasn't just from amusement alone. 
It was too dark for that, too murky with need. Oh. Sevika trailed her gaze back up to meet your eyes. Don't–you couldn’t help but swallow. To your horror, she caught the movement.
You watched her focus on your throat. It bobbed up and down, trembling as you struggled to breathe. Fuck. Heat crept over you like a brand on your skin. There was no hiding it–that you’d read the look in her eyes, and it made you nervous. 
Sevika paused. You hated waiting on her every move. You hated it more when she smiled. Dark lips curling into a shape you recognized all too well. 
A smile as if she’d just wrapped you up in her web, and the both of you knew there was no getting free.
Her hand reached out to grasp your jaw. It didn't hurt, but it did the job. You could do nothing as Sevika dragged you down, hot lips offering warmth to your own. Everything she did was with a purpose, with intention. But whether it was clear or not? That was another issue. You couldn’t figure it out. The first kiss had been to leave you weak, the second to treat you preciously. This?
It was sensual, but it was overwhelming–eating you up as if you were her last meal on earth. Something needed to be known, but to search for the answer would require much more than just her plush lips against yours. Or, more importantly, it would require you not to be so afraid. Of this woman much gentler than she appeared, and of what lay underneath her sweltering kiss.
“Fuck you…shit Sevika, wait…” but she didn’t wait. There was no reason to. Your bunched up shoulders were relaxing, and tingles spread throughout your body. Heat was growing between your legs, and you moaned as her thigh gently ground against your heat. 
“Jesus, it’s n-not even eight yet–” You rasped against Sevika’s lips when she finally let you breathe, shivering as she continued adding pressure between your legs.
“Hm, yet you’re so needy already. Should I stop?” The glare you fixed on her forced out a soft chuckle, "Guess not." 
Her fingers slipped down to softly rub little circles around your bud, extracting a soft whine from you. Your instant demand for more made her smirk, and she obliged, watching you fall apart in her lap.
“What did I tell you before?” You didn’t reply. You were losing it, too busy keeping your arms from buckling and face planting onto her own. Your silence was the wrong answer, and you jolted as she pressed harder against your dripping heat. Focusing your hazy vision on her face, you were sure that was the only warning she’d offer, and you bit your bottom lip.
“T-to be, ah–” Your arms gave out, and rather than lean on your hands you rested on your forearms, face inches away from her own, “l-louder.” Her hot breath against your forehead was ticklish, and you melted when her lips gently kissed your forehead as a reward.
“Good girl…” Fuck. A shudder coursed through your body, and you let out a whimper as Sevika curled two fingers deep into your dewy folds. Her rhythm was ruthless, and she relished in your continuous cries of pleasure.  
“Now, don’t make me repeat myself again.” If your mind wasn’t so clouded, you would have said something back. However, the edge in her voice coupled with your foggy mind was enough to make you listen. Soon, there was nothing but lewd noises and your keening voice to fill the silence of Sevika’s room, and she made sure it was that way for the rest of the morning.
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After that, you’d resolved to never involve yourself with Sevika again. Sure, it had been great, but you weren’t stupid. You were well aware of the risks. Being Sevika’s little fuckbuddy would wind up with you dead in a ditch one day, and you were way too pretty to die just yet.
However, to avoid Sevika was downright impossible. She kept showing up every time you wanted to go out and party with your friends…and this time was no different.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Did that hurt?” You gasped with worry, crouching in your heels to catch the eyes of the man doubled over in pain. He glared at you, clutching his groin as he seethed. You covered your mouth in panic.
“Aw, it looks like it really hurts…” You couldn’t keep your act up any longer, glossy lips twisting into a sneer. 
“Good. Now next time you act like a nasty piece of shit, these heels are going up your fucking ass–” You would have said more if one of your friends didn’t pull you away, shaking her head in shock. 
“Are you crazy? What if we get kicked out?” You huffed in annoyance, but you let her drag you off, rolling your eyes. 
“What was I supposed to do? He wouldn’t stop pestering you no matter how nicely you rejected him. Besides–”
“Have you ever gone a single night without destroying some poor man’s ego?” Her voice was low, tinged with amusement, and vibrating down to the base of your spine. You refused to smile from the teeny tiny sliver of delight you felt simply hearing Sevika speak. You weren’t a fucking teenager–and you sure as hell weren’t crushing on a goddamn crimelord’s right hand.
“Why the hell are you even here again? Don’t you have–I don’t know–people to beat up or something?” The lights of the club gleamed over Sevika’s rich skin, and they complimented her well. Too well. It lit up the same impassive smile she always gave you. In return, a familiar burning in the pit of your stomach lit up. 
“What makes you think I haven’t done that already?” Her step towards you made you falter. Proximity was a weapon when it came to Sevika. It muddled your mind and turned you into a babbling idiot. Several of your own steps backward were enough to keep your original distance. Your friend excused herself to scurry away to the rest of your group, and you didn’t blame her for bailing on you.
Just being in Sevika's presence was scary enough. But being the focus of her attention? Now that was fucking terrifying.
“Then do it again. Do anything! Fuck, learn to sew for all I care–” It had been a bad idea to wear a halter top tonight. You took one too many steps away from her, and the cold wall against your open back made you flinch. Startled, you sucked in a breath as Sevika stopped mere inches before you. Who even needs to be this tall? You hated craning your neck back just to look at her stupid face, glowering the entire time.
“Do you have anyone in mind?” You raised an eyebrow for her to continue, “to beat up. With your track record, you must have more enemies than me.” You sputtered at the jab, but when you processed her words, panic sparked in your chest. She had to be joking, right? No–it’s a trick question. Or something. Damnit, I don’t know! 
Nervously, you scoffed, avoiding her sharp gaze to look to the side. “What, you wanna be my little guard dog or something? Cute, but not exactly my type darling–!”
The booming music of the club faded away, as did the confidence in your teasing voice.
Nothing was wrong. The DJ was still working, the power was still on, and the audio tech was as pristine as a club in the undercity could ever be. However, something was wrong with you.
You couldn’t breathe as dense muscle pressed you gently, yet firmly against the wall. Her thigh between your legs was like pouring gasoline over a pit of fire. The shudder that racked through you was damning. 
“Then,” her voice was a husky murmur in your ear, “what exactly is your type?” The way she handled you was intoxicating, a kind of soft possessiveness you knew could harden at a moment’s notice. Your heart skipped a beat, and you gripped her metal arm to steady yourself, though you played it off as simply being flirtatious. 
Forcing yourself to stay calm, you glanced up to offer her an alluring smile. She’s close. So close that if you stood on the tips of your toes, you’d be kissing her. Or if you jumped, you could seriously headbutt her. Both seemed equally enticing. You decided to tease her instead.
“What’s this? Someone’s needy.” You threw her previous words back at her with a drawl. It was a risk to call the Sevika needy, but you’d begun to realize Sevika let you get away with a lot more than you thought you could. 
You snickered, humming softly, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to do more than just get in my pants.” You shifted, moving your hand from her metal arm to lightly brush the tips of your fingers against her jaw. She paused again. Sevika reacted to the strangest of things…
“What’s next–you’ll want me to get all dolled up so you can take me to a restaurant?” You snorted at the impossibility of it all, but to your surprise, Sevika didn’t shoot a retort right back. She only stared at you long and hard, enough to make you sweat. Did I…you worried you’d gone too far, but finally she spoke.
“Then tomorrow at seven. I’ll pick you up at your place.” What? You opened your mouth to ask a series of questions; like what do you mean, and oh my god you were serious, but more importantly how the fuck do you know where I live? However, all of them died in your throat when she kissed you. 
Her large hands were on either side of your face, with the rough skin holding you still. Her hips ground against yours, and her lips guided you exactly how she pleased. If she wanted to kiss you deeper, she simply did that, grazing her teeth against your bottom lip before letting out a near growl of frustration. What was she so annoyed with, that when she wanted to feel you quivering she mercilessly pressed her thigh harder against your increasing wetness, leaving you clawing at her arms in desire? 
You didn't understand, but in a few seconds you were a mess in the middle of the club. Sevika leaned back to admire your flustered appearance. You heaved back at her,  still pressed to the wall to keep your weak legs from giving out–or at least, to keep your pride and not completely deflate onto her thigh. Like usual, she saw through everything, noticing your wobbly legs and letting out a small chuckle. God. Fuck her. Fuck her, fuck her, fuck–
She took her hand, trailing her thumb over your bottom lip. Your once perfect, red glossy lips were tastefully smeared, and her cloudy eyes sparkled as if a storm was brewing in the depths of them. From the rasp in her voice, there very well could have been.
"Though, don't get me wrong…" Sevika's voice didn't waver, smooth as if she were simply stating truths into the tiny space between you too.
"I'm still going to fuck you tonight."
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"W-why are you…I don't…" You swore that the butterflies in your stomach were carnivorous.
You had a theory for this nervousness. Several theories. It had been a while since the first time. To have a bed made the act seem more intimate. Or, it was because this was Sevika's bed in the first place. You imagined she wasn't the type to wait to get to the bedroom. Hell, your last time together had proven that. 
Yet here you were, standing before the bed and trying not to short circuit. Sevika sat on the edge, elbows resting on her knees and eyeing you in pure amusement. One question. One fucking question and I crumble. You sucked in a breath through your teeth. Your arms crossed to hide your trembling. You told your cheeks to stop burning and lips to finally move in a coherent answer.
"What do you mean 'what should we do?' This was your fucking idea–"
"No, last time you simply went along for the ride, " Sevika paused, and you inwardly gave her props for not jumping at the chance to make a pun, "this time, it'll be more…mutual." 
She didn't have to elaborate, you knew what she meant. 
She did so anyway. Visually. Then verbally. Holy shit.
Sevika shifted. Her arms stretched out on either side of her, resting behind her back. It was hard not to watch those defined muscles move, especially when she leaned back on her palms. Sevika sat on the edge of the bed as if she were a king, legs casually parted and face regarding you with coy interest. You didn't think it was a bad sight. She hummed out something low.
"I'll only repeat myself once, doll." The new pet name made your heart skip a beat and suck in a sharp breath. It wasn't hard to notice, and Sevika's lips twisted into a loose smile. "Tell me what you want to do. I won't do anything otherwise."
Nothing at all? With the beat of silence that passed, it seemed so. You swallowed, mustering up what little courage you had to take a step forward.
"Mutual, you say…" you muttered as you came towards her, each step like walking over fiery stones. Sevika was right, it was different to make the first move. There was no way of second guessing this desire, or making excuses in the morning. There wasn't an ex to stick it to, or too much alcohol to impair your decisions. 
You were walking towards Sevika because you wanted to. You were climbing into her lap, straddling her thick waist and resting your elbows over her wide shoulders because you liked it. The confirmations left unsaid sent electricity through the room, and despite having not done anything yet, both of you were breathing hard. You smirked, tilting your head to speak.
"Is this mutual enough?" Sevika let out a snort.
"It's a start." You frowned. 
"Then.." your eyes wandered down, searching for something else to do. Aha! Your hands gripped the buttons of her top. However, they proved to be the hardest things to undo. You fumbled for a moment, leaning down with such concentration you swore you bumped your head against Sevika's chin at some point. 
Finally you let go, jerking your head up with frustration. "What are these, glued together or something? Take them off…" Your complaints died quickly in your throat when Sevika merely chuckled, moving to unbutton her top with ease. Oh my god.
"Bit impatient, aren't we?" It was a simple movement. All she did was slip her top through her arms and throw it onto the floor. Yet it had been mesmerizing. Her skin was littered with scars, some small and others large, decorating the expansive muscle of her body. The way they shifted when she so much as exhaled…you swallowed. Her glowing, rich skin was tempting, making you want to sink your teeth into her shoulder, her abs, the thick biceps on her arms–oh my god, this bitch is fucking hot.
You couldn't hide the surprise on your face, let alone the overwhelming need. Before she hadn't taken off a single garment, yet now?
The snap of her simple black bra coming undone echoed throughout the room, and Sevika smirked.
"Your mouth is wide open. Cat got your tongue?" You didn't bother to reply with a witty comeback.
"Yeah," you breathed. Your hands gently reached out, starting at the base of her neck and trailing down. There’s so much of her. Your left hand squeezed her shoulder, or as much of it as you could. Your right softly traced the skin connecting her mechanical arm to the rest of her body. She stiffened, but you knew better than to point out her reaction. Rather, you dipped your head down to delicately press your lips against the skin there. 
“You bastard…” you muttered in a mixture of awe and annoyance, “looking like this isn’t fair.”  Sevika was still as stone under you, and this time you couldn’t ignore it. You looked up, face still hovering over her shoulder. To your surprise, she was already looking down at you with a blank stare. 
Oh.
Sevika was silent as she moved, taking her large hand to grasp your jaw in her cupped palm. It was a touch so light you almost didn’t process it as hers. Neither did you understand why she looked so pissed. Her eyebrows were furrowed, lips in a straight, thin line. Just like before. A sense of deja vu settled over you, and it only grew worse as Sevika spoke.
“Really…I don’t fucking get you.” You froze, heart stuttering in your chest. The look on her face would have made any man piss their pants. But for some twisted reason, you were giddy. You felt light, smiling as you whispered in return.
“Aw, don’t pout about that,” you pushed Sevika onto her back, (or at least you tried to, she didn’t budge until you actually pouted) removing your own top before grinning down at her.
“We have plenty of time for you to figure me out.” 
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“Se–wait, please–fuck–!”
If you’d known her ‘figuring you out’ would involve you lying face down and sobbing into her pillows, unable to breathe as she routinely thrust her hips forward and buried the hilt of her strap inside of you…
…well, you would have at least prepared yourself.
It felt like this had been going on for an eternity. Sevika’s relentless thrusts stripped your brain of coherent thoughts. They were so deep, calculated just as everything else she did was. She didn’t want you walking again after this, didn’t want anything else on your mind but the sensation of her strap rolling against your sweet spot–and at this rate? It was working.
“Y-you’re gonna, you’re go–nna,” You whimpered, drool slipping past your lips as she only kept going, pushing into your gushing heat. Your body buckled, back too weak to keep this up. How long had it been? You’d lost count of the times Sevika murmured one more round doll, before slowly rocking the toy into your trembling body. She always started it slowly, but once she gained a rhythm–that devilish, brutal rhythm–she moved to wreck your insides all over again.
Now you were a mess, makeup completely ruined and body covered in throbbing bite marks. Your ass was hot as well, and Sevika grunted, lifting her hand to slap one of your cheeks for what felt like the millionth time. You let out a whine into the sheets, gripping fistfuls as Sevika spoke. 
“Don’t exaggerate,” She cooed, metal hand tracing the curve of your spine and inciting a shiver from you, “I won’t break you this easily.” Yes you fucking will! Of course, you didn’t say that, unable to speak as your vision blurred. All you could do was strangled gasp and she thrust particularly hard, pounding into your sweet spot.
A moan slipped past your lips, and your legs gave way again. Sevika tsked, deciding this time she’d do something more than simply slap your ass. You jolted as the strap was removed with a pop, the inside of your thighs slick. Thank God. You thought maybe she’d had mercy on you, but the break didn’t last for long. She flipped you over, gripping your hips securely in her palms and positioning you to take it again.
“H-huh? Oh fuck–!” Your head jerked back as she drove the toy into you all at once, letting out a twisted sob. The sudden fullness had you struggling to breathe–each intake squeezing around the strap. How big is this thing? It abused your dripping heat continuously, ramming over and over until you were nothing but a blubbering mess under Sevika.
“It’s good–It’s good–It’s–” You were mindless, switching between begging her to stop, to begging her to keep going, to simply telling her it was amazing. Sevika drank in your disoriented utterances as if they were sweet, eyes tracing over your tear-soaked face and kiss-bruised lips. You felt like an expensive painting under that gaze, and before you knew it you weakly reached out your arms towards her.
“Sev…” Your feeble voice had her blinking, moving from eyeing the bitemarks she left on your chest to your face. Her eyebrows had been tied together in concentration, but now they relaxed, and suddenly she looked soft.   
“I’m right here baby…” She muttered the new pet name with a rasp, reaching down to swipe her metal arm behind your back and lift you up. You choked as the strap was driven impossibly deep, digging your nails into Sevika’s back as she repositioned herself to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Right…” a slow plunge had your toes curling and your mind going blank, “here.” Calmly, she continued to thrust, routinely hitting your sweet spot and driving you wild. Your own voice was hoarse from constantly moaning, but you couldn’t help yourself from crying out as Sevika grew more and more forceful. It was moments like this you were reminded of her strength–her endless, near monstrous strength–and how it was being used to do nothing but devastate you now. 
“Sev, Sev–don’t stop, don’t–please–” You babbled as you rocked to her will, quivering hands moving to kiss her again. She let out a harsh sigh against your mouth, as if the fumbled taste of you wasn’t enough–slowing down her pace to properly savor your lips. You melted as she did, humming as she stole your breath away. In turn you felt her lips curl into a smile, and then…that small gentle moment was gone. Suddenly, she went right back to her vicious rhythm, pushing you closer and closer to your peak.
“Go on baby,” Sevika’s words were a commanding hiss in your ear, “cum for me.” That was enough to send you over the edge, and you cried out, a string of broken profanities escaping past your lips. All the while Sevika watched you, taking in the extra wave of tears that fell down your face, your violent trembling, and the bright red flush of your cheeks. You deflated against her shoulder, and she chuckled, metal arm drawing circles into your back.
“Pretty girl, you did such a good job.” She murmured as exhaustion took over you, gently lifting you off the strap. She removed the harness, bundling you up in her arms. You didn’t answer for a moment, breathing softly before your voice croaked out.
“You’re…evil,” you felt the chest you leaned against rumble as she chuckled, “don’t laugh at me…jackass. I can’t move a single muscle.” You couldn’t even bring it in you to snarl, simply mumbling.
“Brute.”
“Hm.” She hummed as she began to rest you down on the bed, disappearing into the bathroom.
“Fiend.” You muttered as the sound of running water filled your ears, and she returned with a warm hand towel.
“Hm.” She hummed again as she wiped you down, cleaning herself up before disappearing again.
“Meanie–”  When she came back she finally put an end to your childish name calling, gathering you up in her arms before pulling the covers over you both. 
“Mm…anything else?” You couldn’t help but giggle from her ticklish breath on the back of your neck, shaking your head. You felt her let out a small laugh, pulling you close to entangle her limbs around you.
“Then sleep, before I decide you're strong enough to go another round…or two.” That shut you up real quick, and you closed your eyes, letting your spent energy finally catch up with you.
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scaraaamouche · 1 month
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trios dont work. // satosugu x reader (business AU) (FULL WORK)
✦ Pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x afab!reader (she/her)
✦ Summary: trios dont work, and nine years later consequences hit
✦ Warnings: alcoholism, mention of death (mamagumi), passing out due to alcohol consumption, abandonment, clubs, petnames (sweetheart, doll, pretty girl, whatnot), dunno what else lmk
✦ A/n: im still sick, im still hurt, i dont appreciate hurtful things being said to me in my asks, but here you go, if its all a bit vague; im sick.
✦ Wordcount: 7272
✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.
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nine years. It had been nine years. 
The first year felt unrealistic. It was strange. going from being side by side with each other almost 24/7 to no contact at all. [Name] didn’t know what she did wrong, just that one day Satoru and Suguru decided they didn’t want her in their life anymore.
She remembered everything of their last day together, every once in a while it would suddenly pop back up into her head, but in that first year, it replayed again and again; every day.
“Suguru!” [Name] had called out to one of the two teenage boys as she caught up to them “hi!” 
Suguru flung his arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her into his side as she greeted Satoru. 
“Where have you been, doll? We were looking for you.” 
[Name] laughed as she grabbed their hands and pulled them along. “Shoko and I accidentally forgot to sleep, so when I did fall asleep around ten I was doomed to wake up late.” 
The two boys looked at each other and smiled, the little ball of sunshine walking in front still pulling them along. 
“So four hours of sleep and already this energetic? you still gotta teach me that trick.” Satoru commented as he looked at her, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She replied with a ‘real magicians don’t explain their best tricks’ 
After they walked for a while, they finally reached the top of a mountain, looking down on the city below. 
The beginning of summer break celebration was going on, kids from their private school and from public schools in the city came together to celebrate. Many people crowded the streets, there was music, and they could see everything perfectly. 
“look who knows the best spots once again”
They had spent the entire afternoon on the top of that mountain since classes were canceled due to the celebration, their fellow students were down there, having fun.
But as they were probably dancing and partying; Satoru took on the challenge to chase [Name] around the hill, she yelped and ran behind the other boy, clutching to the back of his shirt for protection as she heard the two boys negotiate. 
“Don’t you dare Suguru,” she warned, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He placed one of his hands on hers and suddenly pulled her to the front. “Not you too please! ah!” she yelped, but the next moment she was giggling, she could never stand a chance against their tickle war. Ever since they found out she was very ticklish a few years ago it had become a thing for them to annoy her with. Whenever it was if she were sad, annoyed, angry, or if they felt like it, the boys would look at each other and [Name] would run instantly if she saw. (Which she most of the time didn’t and fell into their grasp giggling.)
Later at night they went back to the school, they had watched the sun set, then the fireworks, and then [name] and Satoru listened and looked in awe as Suguru pointed out constellations in the night sky. It was perfect.
At some point her eyes fell and she slept. The black haired boy looked down at her sleeping on Satoru's shoulder before giving a sad smile. 
“She will never forgive us.”
“But at least we'll protect her.” 
The next morning when [name] woke up in the room she shared with Shoko there was a little note on her nightstand.
‘you’re gonna be okay’ in Satoru’s messy and rushed handwriting. She got dressed and ran out of her room, looking for her best friends. what did Satoru mean with that she was gonna be okay?
She looked all over the grounds, the dining hall, library, common rooms, classrooms, the fields and gardens. Eventually she decided to also check their dorm. Girls and boys weren’t originally allowed in each other's dorm rooms, but since everyone was packing their stuff for summer the teachers didn’t care. So she followed the familiar path towards the boys their shared room. The posters were gone from their door, but they probably took those down first she thought. [name] knocked on the door, no reaction. She opened the door to find it completely empty except for the furniture that belonged to the school. 
Graduation was next week, why were they moved out already? For the last few years they always did that together. Where were they? As she turned around and bumped into Nanami, he looked just as confused as he took in the empty room. 
He looked at her, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. She knew what he was gonna ask, “They’re putting their stuff into the car or?”
She showed him the note in her hand and Nanami just got more question marks behind his eyes.
For a week she wondered where they were, she held hope they’d come knocking on her temporary apartment building her parents owned as she waited in the city for graduation. However; no knock came, no call, no letter or note, nothing. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru disappeared from the radar.
When graduation rolled around word went round that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru would not be attending. They had waited for this moment for she didn’t know how long. Plans were made to go out with their other friends after, they had plans for the future! But now, instead of her two best friends cheering on her louder than anyone else as she held her valedictorian speech, her other friends cheered double as hard. They knew she’d been struggling this week. Shoko had crashed at her temporary apartment since she didn’t want to deal with her parents. Nanami also came by daily, and if they hadn’t been there, no one would’ve known what would’ve happened to [name].
The second year was still unbearable. [Name] worked a lot, saving money, attending college, going out with her friends on the weekends. She often found herself looking to her sides, expecting to see one of her two former best friends walking there. She always looked for them in crowds, she looked everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found. 
In the third year [name] finally figured out her future. She was in her third year but decided to drop out. She saved a lot of money, and she was relatively well off so she bought a building in the busy city and within six months the place opened to a magnificent night club and partially a cafe two times a week. It took a lot of promotion, and a lot of patience until the place blew up. 
In just the first year that it opened, she gained so much she paid off the entire loan of the building. It hit off with people her age, and at just nineteen [name] was going to become one of the youngest millionaires of her time, she just didn’t know it yet.
Her friends loved the place too, and they were immensely proud of [name] after what she had gone through a few years prior. She proved to the world that the only person she truly needed was herself and that she could do whatever she wanted to.
The second year after opening the fourth without Gojo and Geto [name] opened a second location of her club across the world in Los Angeles. 
And now nine years later, and six locations in Tokyo, Los Angeles, Amsterdam, NYC, Paris and London [Name] had in fact become the fastest growing self made millionaire at her age. She lived in Beverly Hills, had her own place designed and built and she was living the life. 
Now; in her bathroom it was still a calm Saturday night but she knew that in an hour she would be in her own club, observing the people as she sipped on her drink. Saturdays were the busiest; first day of the weekend but that also meant a lot of money. 
“Scarlett?” [name] called out to her assistant who walked towards the entrance of the bathroom. “Take two weeks off, alright? Paid vacation of course, take your wife anywhere you want, put it on my bill. It’s summer and you haven’t been on a break since last year. It’s not up for debate.” She was fixing the last strands of her hair before turning towards the woman in her doorframe who looked a bit ill at her words. “Now, how do I look?” she gave Scarlett a smile. 
“As beautiful as always. And… Are you sure you’ll be fine? I mean… Two weeks is a lot.” Scarlett loved her job, not because it paid well, or because her boss was very generous. She loved her job because her boss felt more like a close friend rather than a boss. 
“You’re right, make it three weeks. You deserve it, you and your wife both. I’ll be fine, I know how to start a washer and dryer, I know how to do the dishes. What else would I need? Now, have fun on your vacation, you better send me pics, and have fun! I gotta get going now though cause I'm already late.”
Scarlett still looked a bit sick as she bid farewell to her boss, but at least she could finally take a break, which she was too shy to admit she actually needed.
[Name] walked through the front door of the club, she didn’t pick favorites is what she told others, but the location here in LA and the one in Paris were definitely her favorites of the six she owned. The music was beaming, lights flashing and the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air. Security guards nodded at her in a silent greeting as she made her way to her office, one of them trailing her for her own protection. Tonight was going to be a good night, she thought as she poured herself a drink, quickly drowning it before taking a glance at the paperwork that had been assembled on her desk during the last few days. She’d take it home when she left tonight. The security guard opened the door again and waited for her to lock it, after she gave him the signal he didn’t have to trail her tonight.
She walked past the VIP area, making some small conversations with people she’d seen before. There were new faces too, there always were. All different types of ‘em too. It was a safe space as well as a club. She stopped at Toji’s table, how he and her met was a long story. Everyone at [Name] her boarding school knew of the Zen’in family and their generations at the school, same as the Gojo family, as well as her own. She’d seen him here at the club one day a few years ago, standing at the bar and damn he looked familiar she had thought. It soon clicked in her head and she walked up to him. 
“Zen’in?” she had called as she stood behind him.
“Fushiguro now actually, took my wife's last name.” he said as he turned around, looking at the young woman in front of him. “Wait,” he had studied her face, until his eyes landed on the obvious giveaway of her family “[last name]?”. She nodded and smiled in response to his guess. “Never thought I’d see one of you all the way out here.” 
“Well, someone has to be the millionaire of the family.” Toji’s eyes widened as he asked for more details, giving an impressed grin when he found out she was the owner. 
“You got it good, girl. I wouldn’t have suspected you to be the type.” 
“Hello again, it’s been a while.” She sat down on the couch next to him, observing the people as they danced to the music. There were some empty glasses in front of him but Toji seemed rather sober.
“[Last name], you look good tonight.” he gave her a grin, it had been a few years since his wife died, the first few years were a mess for him, he was in here every night drinking away his grief. But over the years he had come to accept her passing and actually started taking care of his son again. Now he came every weekend, mostly just Saturdays since that's when his son was at his friends’ or godfathers house. “Thank you,” she smiled at him, smoothing out the satin dress on her body. “How’s Megs?” She hadn’t seen either of them ‘cause they’d been residing in Japan for a while. Toji smiled at the mention of his son. It took him too long to realize that the little boy was his light in life, his wife lived on in him and oh he was amazing. 
“He’s fine, great actually. He graduated from Jujutsu High a few weeks ago…” as Toji said that an old but familliar scent hit [name] her nostrils and she immediately turned her head around but didn’t find what she smelled. “It was amazing to see him receive his diploma. To be really honest, a few years ago I thought I’d never be back at that place again after I graduated years and years ago myself.” 
“He’s so grown up already, I can remember when you told me he just started.” [Name] turned her head back towards her friend with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “And to be fair, I don’t think I’ll ever return to Jujutsu High again, no matter the reason.” there was a reason- there were simply too many memories there that she had tried her hardest to forget. Those memories being the ones she just smelled.
The mixed scent of sweet floral yet strong cologne and a really overwhelming smell of pine and vanilla still hung faintly in the air.
It can’t be, she thought. Her mind was just playing tricks on her because Toji had her remember things she didn’t want to. There’s no way. 
Yet when she bid farewell to Toji and walked towards the bar she smelled it again. The bartenders didn’t look up when she walked behind the bar and poured herself a drink, yet she overheard their conversations. 
“That man's eyes… wow! I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that bright!”
It’s not him. They’re not here.
“But the other one! His shoulders… my god.”
[Name] walked away before she’d drive herself insane over this. There was no way they were here. If they were, she would’ve spotted them already. Even though a decade can change a lot about a person; Gojo’s bright blue eyes and bright hair and Geto’s long dark hair and muscled figure always stood out, especially when together.
She wasn’t even sure if they’d regcronise her. She cut her hair, the final stages of puberty hit her later so she got some more curves and flesh, her style had changed and so had her personality. Though deep down she knew that if she’d ever see those two boys again, she’d turn back into her old bubbly self if it took too long. She always had a soft spot for them, no matter what happened or how much she denied it, they would always be a part of her past. Toji had also once told her she walked around like she owned the place, to which she replied that she did. He’d given her credit for the remark and she’d told him to put things on her tab that night.
With a racing heart she went back to observing the crowds. Walking alongside tables, along the dancefloor, everywhere. 
Theres no way these two fucks still wear the same cologne after years.
She sipped her drink, it burned in her throat, but it wasn't unpleasant. She walked towards the staircase for staff and security. All the way up it overlooked the layout of the building and she could spot things easier. 
I’m going to drive myself insane by looking for people that aren’t-
Her train of thoughts stopped when she saw a mob of bright white hair, she stared at it for ten seconds before looking at the person's face and she felt her head get light, looking besides him she saw a familiar black haired man.
Fuck.
She turned around, not being able to look anymore. The top of the stairs wasn't lit, so the chance they would’ve seen her was slim, very slim. [Name] sunk to the ground and drowned her drink in one go, this time the burn lasted longer and she closed her eyes. A few years ago she had promised herself that if she’d ever find them in her club- her property, she’d get them kicked out. Yet now that she found them, that seemed impossible. She couldn’t just walk up to them and tell them to get out of here. 
Why not?
Why not? There was no reason as to why not. As she said, it was her property, she could do whatever she wanted and before she realized it herself she was already making her way to the table they were sitting at. 
The music seemed to dim, the world became clearer yet also blurrier as she stood in front of them. 
“Get the fuck out of my place.” she said, there was anger and aggression in her voice as she looked at them. “Now.” 
Gojo and Geto both looked up at the person speaking to them. Geto had to do a double take as he took in the woman before him, but Gojo’s heart and smile dropped instantly.
“Get out. You’ll be okay.” her own eyes met Gojo’s blue ones, sending back his own words he left on that note nine years ago.
[Name] raised her eyebrows in amusement as she looked at the two men infront of her. They changed so much, yet nothing at all. She’d wait sixty seconds before she would raise her hand and look to the side to call security. 
“[N-name]? What are you doing here?” Gojo stuttered. 
“Running my club, what about you?” she smiled sarcastically before glaring at him. “Leave. You two wanted me out of your life, now I want you two out of mine. Leave and never show your face here, or at any of my locations, ever again. You have one minute before I call security.”
Geto stared at her with wide eyes, the woman in front of him was not the one they left behind nine years ago. There was no sign of silly jokes and giggles, lit up eyes and playful eyerolls. 
This woman was cold. That was the only word that came to Geto’s mind. There was no love in her eyes anymore, her spark wasn't the same. And the worst part of it was that Gojo and he were probably the reason for it.
“Ha! Look who it is, man I didn’t expect you here. Isn’t Megs at your place?” Toji suddenly appeared out of nowhere and his words made [name] even more lightheaded. He wrapped his arm around her waist briefly, a small sign of affection and recognition as they exchanged glances. “You know them?” she asked Toji who enthusiastically replied.
“Yeah! Blue eyes is Megumi’s godfather. But I was just gonna head back out, got an emergency meeting first thing tomorrow. See ya [name], take care of yourself, alright?” he waved goodbye to Gojo and Geto and walked out. 
Great. Fucking great.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 
Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking-
“Follow me, no questions and you'll walk out of here unharmed.” she spoke in a cold tone before turning around and making her way to her office. 
What the fuck was happening. Who had cursed this upon her?
She unlocked the door to her office and walked in, pouring herself another drink as the two men came in. “Sit down.”
They did as she said and sat down in the chairs facing the desk. Gojo sneaked a look at one of the papers on her desk. It showed the gain of the last month. That was more than his and Geto’s company made… in three months…
He quickly sat back when she turned around and sat in the desk chair with her drink in hand. It was a fancy black one, CEO’s would have it- he had one alike.
“I thought you didn’t drink.” Gojo said, trying to make small talk.
“I thought I would have a nice future with my best friends nine years ago.” She took a sip of her drink, looking at both of them before speaking again. “Explain. You have ten minutes, and I am solely doing this for the sake of Toji and Megs cause I will not have them know we are on bad terms.”
They stared at her. Nine years ago she would have blushed and tried to hide away or scolded them to stop, but now she stared back, no trace of blushing on her cheeks.
“Get to it. We’re adults now, we both have running businesses. So let's get over it.”
Geto sighed, this was more complicated than the situation nine years ago was. Or maybe explaining it nine years ago would’ve been easier, [name] was easier then. Not in a bad way, she changed, they all did, but Geto had the feeling that she would’ve understood it better back then rather than now. Both Gojo and Geto felt the anger radiating off her, she looked like she could in fact kill both of them right now.
“We got mixed up with the wrong people in our last year.” Gojo suddenly said and she huffed in annoyance but kept quiet. “You know we were already making plans for our business back then, we tried to make some ties here and there and a particular branch of people scammed us. That’s how we met Toji too, he was mixed up with the same people. They had known I came from money and so they stalked us around, even at school. Pretty soon they found how close we were with you and before we knew it they had entire records open on you. Where you lived, who your parents are, all that type of things! They found your birth certificate! With that came that they found out you came from money too- old money. So they started with threatening to keep us hostage ‘till you paid them a fine, knowing you would. 
After we complied and gave them some money they continued with the blackmail. They came to us with pictures of you asleep, during class, free time, of your apartment in the city. They said they’d kidnap you, said what they’d do to you if we wouldn’t give them more money once our business grew. They knew it would grow because of my father, so we had to cut ties with you to protect you. On the last night-”
“Enough.” She took a long sip of her drink and threw her head back. “You know how much this sounds like bullshit? Protect me or they’d kidnap me and torture me unless-literally speaking-you payed them a fuck ton of money. You could’ve fucking told me? You could’ve waited ‘till after graduation? Yet you decided not to knowing I would be a fucking wreck for years upon years. And then suddenly, after almost a decade you show up in my club acting like a bunch of fucking pussies. The boys I knew wouldn’t pull shit like that! They’d fight cause they’re rich private school jackasses who wouldn’t back out of a fight, nor abandon their best friend simply because some fuckers threatened to hurt her! This could’ve easily been fucking figured out because for fucks sake Gojo! You! You are the heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in country, and so am I so I personally do not see where the fucking problem lies in that it could not have been resolved! And you- no. Don’t you both see the logic in this?” she took a deep breath and looked them both in the eye “I am drunk alright but even I can see this is bullshit.”
She threw her head back again and took a deep breath and exhaled it.
“You don’t know how scared we were to lose you to them, [name]!” Geto looked at her, but she was looking at the boring white ceiling. “Yeah, well. You lost me because of your fears of losing me.” 
Silence hung in the air for a minute or so as she let those words sink in.
Don't do it. Do not do it. It doesn't matter how close you used to be with them. It doesn’t matter that they took your v-
“Okay here's the deal. It's friday, or well saturday by now probably. Tuesday this place is a cafe, like it is two times a week. You both come here at ten AM, and well talk then, cause again I am fucking drunk.” rolling her head back and looking at them she sighed “Now get out.” 
Gojo and Geto gave each other a look, then looked back at [Name]. She looked back, even though her eyes were a bit bloodshot and teary, her gaze was filled with anything but care and love. Geto took a deep breath before standing up. “Will you get home safely?” He asked and she could see there was genuine concern in his eyes as he frowned a little.
“I’ll call my assistant to come and get me.” She rolled her eyes and gave them another look that told them to get out.
Only [Name] forgot that she had sent Scarlett on vacation, so when she dialed her number it went straight to voicemail. She walked out of the club with the stack of paperwork from earlier in her hands and called an uber. The driver said he was near and there within a minute, so when eventually a black car stopped in front of her she got in. Vaguely she heard him ask for her destination and she gave her address. 
Tonight hadn’t gone as planned, at all. She had expected a calm evening but it was anything but. [Name] had always thought she was over it, over them, or at least for the biggest part. There were always small reminders of them in everything she did or had. But she really thought she’d be able to kick them out, out of her club and out of her life just like they’d done to her. Their explanation–it made sense but it didn’t. Sure she knew they were busy setting up their business, she knew they were making connections. But stalking? The threats? It seemed unreal, yet it was known that around that time there was a peak of criminal groups disguising as business people in Japan. 
[Name] searched for her wallet and pulled out three bills of twenty when the car stopped in front of the gate to her home. 
“Keep the change.” she said and stumbled out, typing in the code of the gate and walking in. She stood still for a moment, looking up at the sky before collapsing on the grass. LA didn’t give the best view of the stars, yet she stared at them anyways, the moonlight shining down on her. It didn’t take long before her eyes closed and she fell asleep under the stars.
Satoru and Suguru watched the woman collapse on the grass and they jumped out of the car. How she hadn’t noticed it wasn’t her UBER, they didn’t know. The gate closed just before the two men could reach it.
Satoru slammed on the gate, while the other used his brain and looked at the numbers. Three of them were slightly stained with a black substance–probably mascara that [name] had rubbed onto her hand when she rubbed her eyes.
Suddenly Suguru saw it, those three numbers were the first three numbers of his birthday.
“Over us, my ass.” he said as he typed in his birthday on the keypad. 
The other looked over at him and stared as the gate opened. “How’d you do that?” “It was my birthday.” they were both a bit dumbfounded by it, but neither of them would be lying if they denied her birthday was also still their phone password. 
Once the gate was open enough they ran through it. The once nicely stacked papers were now sprawled around her as her chest slowly rose up and down. Suguru rushed towards the papers, those were finance and he knew she’d be pissed if they flew away. Satoru ran to get the woman off the grass, he mentioned for Suguru to grab her purse and fish out her keys as he carried her to the front door. 
“Fucking hell sweetheart, you never fail to get us concerned do you?” Satoru held her tightly as Suguru opened the door with the sixth key he tried. They stared in awe as the lights turned on. Yeah, this is definitely a [Name] house. “Couch?” 
“She never liked sleeping on couches, let’s just find her room.”
The two men wandered around the massive house, looking inside every room in the hopes it was her personal bedroom. They stumbled across her office, multiple empty bedrooms–and bathrooms, tons of dead ends, and lots and lots of paintings. But finally when they took one corner it became clear this was where [name] spent most of her time. They opened the biggest door and it revealed a bedroom, adorned with adorable furniture and picture frames, and of course more art. This was definitely her room. 
Suguru looked at pictures of a teen [name] with Shoko, next to it stood a picture of Nanami–which didn’t seem to be a very old picture. He saw lots of familiar faces. Even some of Megumi and his friends. In the meantime Satoru had carried her to her bed and laid her down.
“We either wake her up and get yelled at, or we leave her like this and she’ll wake up feeling terrible.” Satoru turned on the light on the nightstand and looked at his best friend. 
To be completely honest–they hadn’t known they were in her club tonight. They both knew she owned a chain of clubs, just like how she probably knew about their business. Their surprise to see her had been much alike to [name] except for the hatred. Both of them had said it. That she’d hate them once they left, and she did, they saw the anger this evening. Though it was a surprise she didn’t turn violent, not that [name] was aggressive or anything, but what would any sane person do when they’d see the person who made their life miserable by leaving her alone? 
It was probably Toji’s appearance who stopped her from doing that. 
“Or we do our best to make her comfortable cause she ain’t gonna be sleeping well in that. If she wakes up we accept the result. If she doesn’t; we leave as quietly as possible and see her tuesday.” Geto proposed and already turned to what he assumed was a walk in closet. 
He blindly grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts from a random drawer and walked back out. As the two stood beside the bed looking at the sleeping woman another wave of realization hit them but it soon faded away and they got to action. Sure it was a bit weird they were changing their former best friend's clothes while she was sleeping, but they’d rather have her comfortable rather than ripping an expensive looking dress.
You just do this because you want to make up for the time you lost with her.
It wasn’t the first time they had changed her clothes, saw her naked or passed out. Yet it was a very different situation now. Nine years had passed. 
It took them a while, and some whispered curses and confusion of the dress [Name] was wearing later, they stood back and watched as she lay there, sleeping. Satoru had gone to get a clean glass of water for on her bedside while Suguru tucked her into bed. 
“You’d definitely have our heads if you knew we were here…” he spoke as he gently lifted her head to get the hair out of her neck. That’s when he realized she also still had make-up on, best leave that for her to do when she wakes up, Suguru thought.
“Scarlett? Scar don’t forget…” Suguru froze as he watched [Name] stir in her sleep. He carefully reached out and placed a hand on her head.
“Go back to sleep, pretty girl.” He closed his eyes, the sound of her voice hadn’t changed, though when they talked earlier it was rougher, there was hatred in her voice. Now her voice was soft and calm, like it had been all those years ago.
They’d spent summers at each other's houses, mostly Satoru’s or [Name]’s, and every morning the boys would hear that soft, whiney, sleepy voice and they’d just melt. Surrender whatever and tickle and smother the girl in hugs and kisses. 
Some outsiders called them ‘like siblings’ , some said the three could argue like a married bunch, others said they were invisibly bonded, like a string always connecting them wherever they went, always coming back to each other.
Suguru kneeled beside the bed, looking around the room. Though [Name] may be in her late twenties, the way she decorated her room was still the same as in her high school days. Picture frames with pictures of friends everywhere, posters of shows, bands, movies on the walls. Plants here and there, a pile of laundry on the floor along with some dishes. 
Her bedside table adorned a book, a cute lamp Satoru turned on earlier, some flowers, another picture frame with a picture of her with some friends… No, not just some friends. 
It was [Name], with Satoru and himself.
Suguru swallowed, he remembered the day that picture was taken all too well. It had been their last first day at Jujutsu High, also known as their first day of senior year. God, they were all young then, Suguru thought. Young and clueless. No idea what was bound to happen not many months later. 
Originally the picture was just meant to be of [Name], but the two boys had decided to photobomb, so it was [Name] cutely standing in front of the camera, and then two teenage boys coming up behind her with weird faces. The girl absolutely adored the photo, it had been on her night stand ever since she got the photos back on paper.
Suguru cast his eyes down to the floor before the door opened and Satoru came in, nearly on his tippy toes to try and make as little sound as possible. “Got the water, let’s… what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, let’s get out of here before we wake her up.”
When [Name] woke up the next morning she had zero recollection of what happened after she exited the UBER. To her surprise, she was no longer in her dress, wearing clothes she hadn’t seen in years, ones she tucked away after high school ended and never looked back on. 
She noted the freshwater and aspirins on her bedside table. Her dress from the night prior neatly folded and put on her vanity stool. 
Odd. She thought as she got up out of bed. She also found her phone on her bedside table, plugged into the charger, on do not disturb. Very odd. 
She opened up her phone, seeing hundreds of messages from Scarlett, and as she opened them the woman herself called. 
“[Name]? Thank god, are you alright? What were they doing carrying you?” Scarlett immediately bombarded her with questions, and [Name] could not phantom what she was talking about at all. 
As Scarlett continued talking [Name] walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror just as Scarlett spoke words she did not want to hear at all.
“What were the owners of S&S Industries doing inside of your house?”
Tuesday rolled around in a haze. The weekend was a blur, [Name] was not prepared for the day to come. This was the exact reason she always had Scarlett make her appointments. 
She arrived at the location an hour early, making sure everything looked better than good. It had to be. Her staff had welcomed her with a warm welcome, big smiles and kind words, as always. She told them an important meeting of sorts would be taking place around ten and to be polite, solely to tell them again how important it was. 
Out of pure coincidence, Megumi and his friends showed up ten minutes before ten, distracting [Name] from the nerves that were eating away at her. She was sitting down in a booth in the center of the cafe, Nobara and Megumi sitting next to her as Yuji ordered him and his two friends breakfast. It was always nice to have the kids come by, have breakfast with them, today was just really unfortunate. 
“You kids will have to pick another table to eat at, yes? I have a meeting here in a bit.” She looked at Megumi, noting how much he looked like his father. Her phone chimed, and the time told her it was a mere five more minutes before she had to face them–sober.
“Business meeting? More locations? Important? Collabs?” Nobara looked at her with big eyes, [Name] adored the younger girl, she reminded her of her younger self a lot, and she guessed Nobara saw her as a big sister, always clinging to her side when the two saw each other. 
“Not quite, just… some people from high school, but you have to promise me not to give any weird looks when you see them, okay?” 
She looked at them again, their confused looks bringing a nervous smile on [Name] her face as she shooed them away when the door opened. 
“Tell your dad I said hi.” she messed up his hair before walking towards the two men in the entrance.
Enough hours were spent trying to come up with what to say at this exact moment, she had so many options, yet none came to mind as she looked up at them. 
[Name] looked up at the two men and swallowed, her head felt light as she offered a small smile–already regretting everything.
“Hi, welcome.” she dipped her head out of respect before turning around and mentioning for them to follow her. She spared the kids a look, and as expected they were staring at the trio with big confused eyes. Oh how much they looked like Gojo, Geto and herself when they were younger, and she could only hope they wouldn’t meet the same fate.
Once they were seated in the booth a waiter came by and took their orders, which were still the exact same as a decade ago. 
“It’s a nice place you build here.” Geto was the first to speak up. 
Hesitantly [Name] looked up at him and smiled, “Paris is even better, bought this old place, renovated it completely but kept the old looks on the inside. It took a while but it’s perfect…” She again looked at the kids, Nobara was already looking at her and offered her a thumbs up. “So, Megs godfather huh?” Gojo met her eyes over his sunglasses he still wore, guilt was evident in them.
He nodded softly, “Yeah… Saved Toji from one of the gangs we got mixed up with, he made me his godfather about a year later. What about you and Toji?” 
“Me and Toji? In what way?” She raised her eyebrows, knowing fully well what he meant. “Toji is a family associate, loyal customer, and a great friend. Nothing more. A bit too old for me.”
Silence fell over them again until their drinks arrived. The air was tense, guilt and regret hung in the air as well as sadness and anger. It wouldn’t take much for [Name] to burst out in tears. For the first time in years she was at arms length of her best friends, she looked at them and savored the moment even though they hurt her so badly.
Gojo still stirred sugar through his coffee as he sat in the middle seat, stealing Geto’s small cookie when he wasn't looking. His hair still messy but not messy messy, his undercut now much more noticeable than when they were teens and still those cursed sunglasses that hid his mesmerizing blue eyes.
Grew up to meet the Disney prince standards. [Name] thought.
Geto… His hair was longer, half put up, half falling down his back. He put on more muscle, a small smile still always present on his face, soft and caring eyes staring back at her as she took him in.
Oh fuck. 
“You’re staring, doll.” 
She flushed, blood rushing to her cheeks as she got caught. She swallowed, saying the first best thing that came to mind.
“It was a real asshole move, you know. Nine years ago. It really fuckin’ hurt and it could’ve been atleast brought to me in a slightly better way.”
You didn’t have to cut me off completely out of nowhere. Was what she meant to say, but she knew the boys got the message already as they dipped their heads. 
“It took me four years to stop looking to my sides for either of you, I couldn’t sleep in my family home anymore cause every meter of the premises reminded me of you. I never stopped looking for you in crowds, I never stopped smelling ghosts your scents wherever I went. I never had the nerve to throw out pictures of you, of us. I never changed my phone password, I- I never got over it, over you two.” 
[Name] had tears in the corners of her eyes as she grabbed her tea to calm herself. Every inch of her just needed to tell them everything. How she felt, how it hurt. Everything.
Her lips quivered when a hand took her mug out of her hands and arms wrapped around her. The smell of a strong cologne filled her senses and that was all it took for the tears to fall. She was pulled closer until she could feel the material of his sweater on her cheek. Suguru Geto was hugging her for the first time in nine years. A feeling she never thought she’d feel again as she held onto him for dear life. 
Somewhere in her mind [Name] remembered what she thought not too long ago. If I stay around them for too long I'll go back to my old self in no time. 
“Easy, doll, we’re not going anywhere... Not again.” Suguru whispered softly rubbing soothing circles on her back as he held her close. “It’s okay, shh.” 
He slowly rocked them back and forth, locking eyes with Satoru who was having a hard time holding his emotions in check. Gojo also didn’t dare spare the kids not too far away a look, not knowing how’d they react to the scene in front of them.
Carefully Satoru sat up and reached out to [Name], her head still half shielded away by one of Suguru’s hands. When their eyes locked she broke free from the other man and embraced him.
“Always stealing the ladies away from me,”
“Yeah, well, I think there's no more need for other ladies now that we have the best one of all back.”
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at long last.
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【 the shape of one's heart 】
author's note: hello and welcome to yet another leona kingscholar fic sjkdfjsf (the amount of l/ve i have for this man...unimaginable !!) part a birthday fic, part a character study, and part fluffy romance, i hope you enjoy reading <33 (UPDATE, aug 3: i rewrote the ending of iv. capture >:333)
characters: leona kingscholar x gn! prefect, ruggie bucchi, jack howl, falena kingscholar, cheka kingscholar
word count: 4.5k
tags: leona character study !! (or an attempt at one), happy birthday to dummy lion, your honor i love him therefore i psychoanalyze him, fluff is justice, but also there's angst, so watch out haha—, him and prefect are just <333, i. ii. iii. are mostly char study n iv. is where most of the romance lies
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i. gloves
It all started with an innocent question. "Why do you wear gloves all the time?" Leona blinked at them, yet he gave no answer. Instead, he recalled the first time he felt the coarseness of sand against the palm of his hands.
His unique magic came to him violently; suddenly. It really did feel like a sand storm had swept him up into the air, his body all but pinwheeling from the loss of control. He remembered his vision shaking with anger that the younger him couldn't contain; the laughter and mocking of some petty servants still reverberating in his ears.
He remembered bumping into a vase, his fingers lightly brushing against its smooth surface before it dissolved into grains of sand; falling through his fingers as if it never existed in the first place. He reeled back in horror, grabbing onto anything to cushion his fall. It just so happened that he grabbed a fistful of drapery; all of which fell in a shower of sand around him.
When he looked up he could see the servants scattering away from him, terrified looks on their faces. He remembered being scared of himself, vision blurring as he explained to Falena and his father what happened.
That was the day King's Roar first surfaced. A Unique Magic was supposed to be a blessing, and yet…it never felt that way to Leona. If anything, it felt like another burden was added onto his shoulders. (The rumors around him began to grow even larger, and it wasn’t rare for him to hear that he had “the power to destroy their kingdom.” Leona simply tried to ignored them.)
Leona started wearing gloves not long after that. He couldn't control his power all that well for the first month or two. The gloves gave him enough time to react; if he felt them turning into dust he could let go of whatever or whoever he was holding.
Even after all those years, the habit stayed. Every day he tugged on leather gloves, feeling a minute yet present comfort at the feel of them. He only ever took them off during Magift matches. The only potential casualties were the Magift disc and his magic pen after all.
(Leona tried not to recall the feeling of skin flaking underneath his touch; the intention to hurt finally winning over his rationality. But whenever he saw the scar on Ruggie's arm he could only remember the memory with bitter remorse. Never again, he vowed.)
He flicked the herbivore's forehead for asking, "Shut up, 'm tryna nap." Leona let his eyes close, taking in a breath of air free of the unsettling heat of sand. He no longer had to be concerned about losing control, but that didn't make his power any less terrifying. His gloves flexed with his fingers as he stretched, cushioning his head as he dozed off once more.
ii. dreams
Leona didn't dream. Sleeping was sleeping for him. It was simply an activity to pass by listless days. Still, it was impossible for him to escape every dream.
Sometimes, dreams would find him; a little too sweet and inviting. Promises of glory and recognition. Of crowns placed within treses of brown. Of emerald eyes casting its gaze upon something that was finally, truly his.
Leona hated dreams. When he would wake up, all he could do was try convincing himself that it wasn't real. That it was a truth that he wouldn't ever get what he really wanted.
And what did he really want? A second prince that was labeled a failure of a student; what could Leona Kingscholar want? No matter how he claimed he didn't care, the want still simmered in his veins— stifled yet present.
Leona wanted. He wanted so much that it almost hurt to breathe. But he was blessed with the intellect to know that he couldn't get those things he wanted.
Many called him stupid and lazy for being such a promising mage yet wasting away within NRC's botanical gardens. But they didn't know of the effort that Leona put into getting to where he was.
The days of his childhood he spent studying. Enduring the royal tutors who always compared him to his brother and berated his intellect. The nights he spent poring over books in the royal library on his own volition; trying in vain to find a way to take the throne as his.
(Sadly, Afterglow Savanna valued birthright, and try as he might, the only way to take the throne was to overthrow his brother or...kill him. The younger him had shivered at the thought of it. Even if he resented Falena to hell and back, he couldn't ever try to kill him.)
Even his simplest dream of winning a school Magift tournament was completely destroyed by the future King of the Valley of Thorns. Yet another person that reminded him of Falena. It was the nth bitter reminder that he could never truly be first in anything. And after being disappointed at every turn, maybe Leona Kingscholar didn't see a point in dreaming anymore.
So if someone were to ask him what his dream was, there was a chance Leona would answer with "I have no dreams."
"-ona. Leona," There was an arm shaking his shoulder. Leona let out a disgruntled groan, opening an eye to see who disturbed his nap.
Oh. It was just them.
"Herbivore," Leona acknowledged, voice still hoarse from sleep. "You're late."
The herbivore stayed quiet for a moment before they spoke, "Sorry about that, I took up part-time at Sam's during lunches." There was a slight pause before they continued, "But what happened? Were you having a nightmare?"
"What makes you say that?" Leona sat up with a yawn.
"You were frowning really hard in your sleep," There was a finger poking at his brow. "Even your forehead was all wrinkled."
"Mm," Leona dismissed the question. "It wasn't a nightmare." The herbivore didn't seem all that convinced by that answer, but they let it go.
Leona Kingscholar didn't dream. But maybe he had to remedy that statement. There was one dream that sprouted deep within him lately that he didn't completely hate, even if he knew it was impossible to fulfill. He hoped that these simple days at NRC would never end.
iii. visitor
Visitors and Leona Kingscholar shouldn't ever exist in the same sentence in Leona's humble opinion. So it was easy to imagine just how excited Leona was when Crowley barged into a Magift Club practice he had to announce he had a visitor. He left another third year in charge, swearing under his breath all the while.
And it was even easier to imagine how simply overjoyed he was to see Crowley holding up a little ball of fur that was guaranteed to give him a headache.
His nephew lit up at the sight of him, "Ojitan!"
He held the giggling cub away from him, scowling, "Why the hell is the brat here?"
"Now, now, Kingscholar-kun!" Crowley tutted, eyes curving into gleeful crescents. "His majesty, Falena asked me for a favor, and his highness will only be here for a day, nothing more, nothing less. I've also taken the liberty of excusing you from all classes today."
"Oh right!" Crowley's clawed fingers snapped. "I almost forgot, I enlisted the help of some very capable personnel to assist you."
He heard the huffing and puffing even before they appeared in front of him. There they were, out-of-breath like they ran all the way to the fields from the main building. Leona debated tossing Cheka into their arms and making a run for it.
"This– This is the... life-threatening emergency that only I could take care of?" Their voice sounded indignant, and Leona felt his ears twitch the slightest bit.
Maybe he could put up with it. Just for today. Besides, he got a free pass to skip class for the day and he could spend it all with the herbivore? Obviously, it was a win-win situation— if only Cheka wouldn't absolutely annoy him.
"Here," Leona dropped Cheka into their arms. "Crowley'll pay you a standard rate per hour so you'll get your money's worth. Follow me." He knew that they would follow if he mentioned money. For some reason, they had been working themselves so ragged that even a certain hyena was complimenting them about it.
They ended up in Leona's room, the kid blabbering some nonsense about how he was the "greatest uncle in all of existence" and how he "worked hard so that Papa would let him visit cuz it was almost Ojitan’s birthday."
Leona sprawled out on his bed, watching the kid cautiously looking around his room. They took a seat at his desk, glancing between him and the brat every once in a while, "So I just...play with him...?"
"Make sure he doesn't get hurt either," Leona gave a deep sigh, seeing his phone light up with a call from his dearest brother and ignoring it. "Oneesama would kill me if he got hurt."
"Right," They nodded, trailing off to follow Cheka's wanderings.
Leona spared another glance at Cheka's sunset-colored hair. The sight of it had been burned into his memory ever since they first met.
Leona blinked and he was back to being seventeen, still living in the confines of the palace. He had rejected the invitation in NRC, still hellbent on trying to find a way to get himself to the throne. (How utterly foolish, he now thought.)
The hallways were filled with the sound of celebration. Usually, Leona wouldn't take interest in what was going on in the palace. But this time, the fanfare came to find him. There was a knock on his door, Falena's attendant telling him that the King had called for him. He should've known that something big had happened when even he was smiling.
Yet it wasn't until Falena was ushering him towards a cot (newly installed) and seeing his Oneesama resting in bed (sweat beading at her brows) that Leona really understood what was going on.
It felt like a kick to the chest when he saw him for the first time. Bright yellow and orange hair, rounded nose, and a pudgy face. Brown rounded ears that were a little too big, dressed in royal colors. The spitting image of Falena with a sprinkling of Oneesama, condensed into a child.
"This is your new nephew," Falena had said, his voice sounding so far away. "The naming ceremony won't be until tomorrow, but I'll tell you his name beforehand: Cheka Kingscholar."
Cheka Kingscholar.
This tiny little cub whose hand was a tenth of his was now the new rightful heir of Afterglow Savanna. He thought that he had at least a year before something like this happened, but it seemed like his time had been cut short.
He couldn't help but run away; away from that room, away from the child, away from Falena, and far, far away from everyone who would be able to see the tears streaking down his face.
On the day of the naming ceremony, Leona slinked through the halls, avoiding the guards and servants who busily moved about. He didn't want to get caught and dragged out to face the people after all.
Suddenly, his ears picked up a sharp wailing noise. He turned a corner, following the noise to a room. The door clicked open easily and he recognized it immediately.
It was his nephew's new room. And sure enough, there Cheka Kingscholar was, complete with tears rolling down flushed cheeks and fluffy ears flattened against unruly hair.
"Why're you crying, brat?" Leona leaned over the crib, watching as the baby kept crying. "You've got everything I ever wanted to have... A loving family, the right to the throne, and everyone adores you." He reached a hand forward, gripping the edge of the crib.
He inhaled sharply. And gave the crib a gentle push, letting it rock the slightest bit. Slowly but surely, the cries came to a stop. When he looked down, Cheka's sparkling eyes were staring at him. The kid had the audacity to let out a giggle he saw him, grabbing at his hair successfully.
"What? Are you laughing at me?" He raised a brow, steadying the crib. He had to admit that the brat was a little bit cute even if he was tugging a little too hard at his hair.
Leona paused before voicing his realization, "Hey, now that you've taken my succession rights, you better become a better king than I could be." He found that he couldn't bring himself to hate this little cub, despite him bringing an end to all his dreams.
There was a lump in his throat as he kept speaking, "So don't bother with me, alright? I'll just be your scary uncle that never visits. So...just forget about me."
At that point, Leona realized how pointless it was to talk to a literal baby. He quickly left the room, watching the door for a few minutes until he saw Oneesama enter the room.
And within the same week, he walked into NRC's Hall of Mirrors for the first time; the Mirror frantically shouting that his soul perfectly matched Savanaclaw. There were times when Leona felt bitter. Where he would long for the throne yet again, but he knew it was a hopeless endeavor.
"Ojitan! I've got something to give you!" Leona blinked away his daze only to be met with a brightly smiling Cheka.
He turned up his nose, "Do it quick, screech box, I’ve got things to do."
"Like sleeping," the herbivore commented drily; though he mercifully chose to ignore it this time.
"Here!" Cheka pushed something right at his face. "Open it now!"
It was a card, written in messy handwriting and punctuated by random doodles and spontaneous bursts of glitter. Leona looked at the drawings in a daze. There was a figure that was clearly Cheka, along with his parents. And right next to Falena was a figure that looked suspiciously like him.
"Happy Early Birthday!" Cheka cheered, climbing right into his lap. He nuzzled his face right into his neck, little arms wrapping around Leona’s shoulders.
"Brat," Leona said in a warning tone, pushing at the cub's face. "My birthday isn't for a while, but...thanks." He could see how Cheka lit up at the praise, practically bouncing and planting a kiss on his cheek before running back to the herbivore.
"He said 'thank you'!" Cheka preened as if a 'thank you' from him was worth thousands of thaumarks. They said something in return but Leona wasn't listening. He was still staring at the hastily drawn picture, the paper creasing where he held it too tight.
Even if it felt like a burden, family would always be family to Leona. That was the reason that he couldn't raise a hand against Falena, even if he was an ever-present thorn at his side. And that was the reason why he couldn't send Cheka away, even if he disturbed his peace.
(And if that card ended up in the confines of one of his rarely-used drawers, safely preserved with a protective spell, then well...Leona wouldn't know anything about it.)
iv. captured
“Checkmate.”
“Urk,” The Savanaclaw student in front of him winced as he stared down at the chessboard. “T-that was fast…”
Leona let a smirk spread on his face as he watched the student reset the board. He loosened his bolo tie as he sat, resting his chin in an open hand.
“Wow, I’m starting to get goosebumps,” Ruggie’s voice couldn’t have been any farther away from admiration. “Is this your fortieth win today?”
“Forty-first,” Leona corrected, his eyes languidly combing the room for a certain face. “I’m taking a break now.”
As Ruggie continued to fuss with his ever-growing pile of presents, Leona went back to searching the crowd. Quite a lot of people had come for the celebration of his birthday.
But the one he was really looking for was…running around serving drinks.
Leona bit back a sigh. Of course they would be one of the people working in this crowd. Hell, even that busy-bodied octopunk wasn’t lifting a finger for his birthday. It was half-amusing and half-frustrating to see.
His ears twitched as he heard footsteps approaching him, and there was Jack. A plate piled high full of meat rested in the burly freshman’s hands as he shifted from left to right.
“Uh…” Jack coughed. “I thought Leona-senpai might’ve been hungry, so I got you something.”
He stared at Jack before, tilting his head to the table, “Put it down there, pup.”
“Please don’t call me that,” Jack said, though Leona could see the stable swish of his tail behind him. “I got a variety of meat for you, senpai. So happy birthday and I promise I’ll catch up to you in spelldrive soon.”
He watched as Jack left. If Jack was a chess piece, Leona was sure he would be a knight. Knights move in their rigid L-shape, yet it is a powerful piece. They can be the very force that topples the stability of a game. They’re able to break through defenses that other pieces might not be able to touch.
Leona rolled his eyes at the thought. Was it because it was his birthday that he was feeling sentimental? Anyway, all he knew was that Jack was undoubtedly a part of his pride; the small circle of people that Leona let befriend him.
“Eh~ Leona-san not finishing a plate of meat in two seconds?” Ruggie’s voice reached him faster than the lightness of his steps. “Next thing I know you’ll tell me you went vegetarian, shishishishi~”
“Shut it, Ruggie,” Leona stabbed a fork into a steak, his fangs cutting through the meat like butter. “And go get me a drink while you’re at it.”
“But, Leona-san, wouldn’t you rather get a drink delivered to you by your precious little herbivore?” Leona wasn’t sure what part of him betrayed his thoughts; his tail, ears, or even his expression but Ruggie burst into laughter. “This is so rich! Give me a sec, it’ll be a special service since it’s my boss’ birthday.”
“Oi, Ruggie—”
But before he could even utter another word, Ruggie had sped off into the crowd. Leona sighed for two reasons: one, because he almost felt sorry for all the people Ruggie had mugged in the crowd, and two, because Ruggie was a little too observant at times.
If Ruggie was a chess piece, he would be a pawn. That might be cruel to say, but pawns are a formidible piece. They might go unnoticed like infantry in a war. And yet only pawns are able to sneak through the board to bring another queen into the battle. An expert at rallying allies and an unseen giant in chess. That was the pawn.
Leona placed his fork on the table, before speaking, “You’re a hundred years early if you wanna sneak up on me like that.”
“How did you- Never mind,” They shuffled in front of him, carrying a tray of drinks. “What would you like to drink?”
“Hmm?” Leona felt his tail rising into the air, though he didn’t stop it. “Aren’t you supposed to be more polite to the birthday boy?”
Their brows furrowed, “You didn’t even like being called the birthday boy!”
“And what? I can’t change my mind on that?” Leona felt a slow smirk grow on his face the more they looked like they were about to deck him with the drink tray.
“Alright.” They took a breath. “Happiest of days of birth, Leona Kingscholar! If you would be so inclined to state your preference of beverage, I shall happily acquire it for you.”
Leona’s smirk twisted into a frown, “Never do that ever again.”
There was a small smile toying at their lips before they put down a glass, “Fine. Here, I heard this drink was your favorite.”
“You’re gonna leave just like that?” Emerald green eyes softened just a little upon meeting their gaze. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get your favorite lion a gift, herbivore.”
They sighed in what Leona thought was exasperation, “Of course I did. It’s sitting in your room.”
“Then let’s go.”
“Huh?” Leona had to admit, seeing their eyes blinking at him in confusion like that was pretty damn cute.
“C'mon herbivore, let’s ditch the party for a bit,” Leona stood up, casting a spell on both of them while he waved a hand. This way people wouldn’t be able to see him leave.
“Wait a sec, what about the cake?” They blurted, hand secured in Leona’s own. And for once, Leona was glad he wasn’t wearing his gloves, relishing in the warm press of his palm against theirs.
“I don’t like sweets,” Leona reminded, leading them through the hallways of the Savanaclaw dormitories.
“I know, but— why am I coming with you anyway? You could open it by yourself, can’t you?” But at that point, Leona had already made up his mind.
“Indulge in me for a little, herbivore,” Leona’s expression filled with mirth. “Tonight’s supposed to be a celebration for me, right?”
“You— I seriously think that you’re overdoing it on the birthday boy thing,” They grumbled as the pair finally made it into the privacy of Leona’s room. The sounds of the party gently trickled in through Leona’s open windows, and he spotted their gift easily.
It was a small box, a simple piece of twine with a tag completing the present. He started to shake it, only to be interrupted by their gasp, “Wait! It’ll break if you handle it carelessly!”
Leona raised a brow, “’S it really that fragile? Fine, I’ll open it carefully, alright?” They nodded, looking infinitely more nervous now, though Leona couldn’t fathom why.
Inside the box was a smaller metal box. He turned it around in his hands, “What am I supposed to do with this?” They hesitated, before pressing one of the buttons on the side.
An image flickered to life on a holographic screen. He poked a finger through it, watching the display distort around his fingers. The pictures changed every few seconds, each one more surprising than the last.
“It’s…a photo album,” They handed the box back to him. “There’s a lot of pictures in there, I dug some up from the school newspaper and magicam account. There are also pictures I got from his majesty, Falena too. I had the device commissioned by Ignihyde, which is why it’s so…futuristic looking.”
“It must’ve cost a lotta money,” Leona said quietly, unable to take his eyes off the pictures. There were pictures of him as a child sprinkled amongst his memories in NRC. There were even pictures that were no doubt their work; evident from the way Leona recognized all his favorite napping spots in the background.
“That’s right,” They nudged at his elbow. “You should appreciate my hard work.” And it hit Leona right then and there that the reason they had been working so hard— the very reason they needed all that money in the first place— was because of this very gift in his hands. There was a lump in his throat as more and more pictures passed; the memories flashing in his mind both bitter and sweet.
“I do,” He placed the box down, turning to face them. "Thank you.”
The thanks that left Leona’s lips were more sincere than he was expecting. But Leona wasn’t surprised anymore considering these complicated feelings that swirled around his heart. He already tried suppressing them; acting unfairly mean, and arrogant towards them, even going as far as ignoring them for a while. But to Leona, it felt even worse to be without them than it was to have them around, even if they didn’t know of his feelings. So he swallowed his self-deprecation and anxiety in order to stay with them. He had already made up his mind to let those feelings stay, even if he wasn’t equipped with the knowledge to adequately express them.
Ah, but if they were a chess piece, would they be the queen to his king? The king was quite lazy. The most important piece, and yet he doesn’t move around all that much. He was always being protected by other pieces, whilst the queen was free to move around as she wished. The queen was fitting for them; in the way they ran head-first into battles they might not even win. Though, there was something bothering him with this thought.
Another possibility entered his mind not soon after: what if they were his king?
If they were chess pieces in Leona’s imaginary game, it would make the utmost sense if they were the king. The king was no doubt the center of the game. A piece to be protected at all costs, lest the game is lost. Just like how they were always in the center of everything and everyone here at NRC. And if they were the king, then he would willingly become their queen. Because for them, there wasn’t anything Leona wouldn’t give.
“The Leona Kingscholar thanking little old me?” Leona let his tail swat at their face. “It was a joke, really! I’m just glad that you liked it. I wasn’t sure if you’d like this type of gift.”
“This type of gift being…?”
“A sentimental gift,” A smile tugged at their lips. “I guess there are even days where the great Leona Kingscholar feels sentimental.”
And instead of refuting it, Leona simply agreed, “I guess there are.”
Matters of the heart seemed to elude him, but for them, Leona was willing to be a fool in love. They had somehow captured him, disarming all of Leona’s carefully constructed defenses and taking his heart as their own. 
Even now, as they blinked at him, completely unaware of his internal dilemma, Leona couldn’t help but bump his head against theirs in fondness. The little squawk they let out at the sudden motion only served to make him smile, though he quickly hid it with a turn of his head.
“Watch the rest of it with me,” The offer was whispered; as if Leona was too afraid to break the silence that had surrounded them. They nodded, and Leona was all too happy to shuffle towards the pillows on his bed. After getting in a more, mm, comfortable position— which entailed using the herbivore as a pillow— he was content to watch the pictures change. He offered up a couple of comments on a few pictures, earning a few hums in reply. 
Leona didn’t get to cut the cake with his dorm mates that year; much to the disappointment of many. To him, it was the first birthday that he truly felt like he belonged. And those memories were more precious and infinitely sweeter than the taste that any expensive cake could bring him.
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thank you for reading ! i hope you enjoyed and once again, happy birthday to leona kingscholar <333 if you'd like to read more, check out my masterlist >:DDD
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Wally Darling x Sleepy Reader
These are just some pretty basic head cannons for how I think Wally acts with a sleepy reader bc today I am a very sleepy person.
AN: I’ve taken so many naps today I just figured why not. Also I’m obsessed with this silly little yellow sentient puppet
Warnings: Slightly possessive Wally but that’s about it.
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💤- Wally is a very cuddly person, he never wants to be without you, if your sleeping he’ll just lay there and hold you or if you had a hard day, he’ll most likely rub your back/shoulders. Like this boi can just tell from looking at you your holding in a lot of tension.
( that’s probably how you got sleepy in the first place, came home, took off your shoes, let out a slightly loud sigh, and he came rushing over and starts applying pressure to your upper back muscles and boom, your out like a light.)
💤- I imagine that while you sleep he likes to stare at you and all his thoughts are consumed by you and how peaceful you look sleeping. You shift even a little bit in your sleep and his hand immediately comes up to your face and starts to lightly pet where your hairline meets your forehead, just gentle loving little brushes of his hands to help you back to sleep.
💤- if you wake up randomly in the night and get super thirsty all of a sudden, before you can even roll over to see if you got a water before going to bed, Wally’s standing there holding a tall glass of ice water and his soft tired smile.
💤- if you run cold at night he’s got so many comforters for all kinds of seasons that he lets you use. He’ll even wrap you up and bundle you together in a blanket burrito before laying you down so you can sleep comfortably. He’ll hold you all tight and comfy so that you keep warm.
💤- if you run hot he’s got a little stool on your side of the bed that has a lighter form of pajama wear than what you already had on so that you can just slip them on and take your old ones off and go right back to being comfy. He’s also learned to be content with just laying to the side and watching you drift off to dreamland so that you don’t get to warm with him cuddling into you.
💤- if you run on both and your body goes either way, he’s prepared for everything, he mostly just lays next to you admiring you and occasionally saying some (possessive??) things out loud that he couldn’t admit to your face just yet. Mans is just there whenever you need something, too hot? He’ll throw the blankets off of you and grab some water with a LOT of ice. suddenly freezing cold? he has blankets folded up on the bottom edge of the bed so you can control what is on your body and what’s not. He’ll even hold your feet to warm them up faster. Anything to keep you asleep so that he can see you in that relaxed state.
💤- Get overstimulated when it comes to trying to fall asleep/be asleep in general? He has a white noise sort of machine with all kinds of sounds, or big fluffy earmuffs that drown out everything. He’s got your pajama drawer organized by texture so that if you suddenly become irritated you can change out of those quickly. Got to many thoughts running in your brain? He’ll let you ramble and go on and on till you get it all out/he’s got a pen and paper right by your bed for you to quick jot your thoughts down. And you better believe he’s got weighted blankets in all your favorite colors! The minute your out he remembers to take it off but will help compensate by half laying on you to help you stay asleep.
💤- if you have a really bad time falling asleep, he’s got a bin next to his record player labeled “y/n’s sleep remedy” and he’ll put on the gentle music and even hum or sing some of it so that you can rest your head on his chest, and focus on the vibrations coming off his chest to help you sleep.
💤- there’s not much that goes on around the neighborhood, no real rush to do things, and Wally knows your schedule and routine by heart (even if you can’t remember it 100% of the time HE does) so in order to make sure that your in top health he won’t even let you leave the bedroom until you’ve gotten the proper amount of sleep. (In your sleep he tells Home to not let you out of the room till you’ve gotten enough sleep) He helps you keep a consistent bedtime schedule so that you can fall asleep at the same time each night but if you wake up earlier than normal he’ll do everything he can to help you back to sleep. (He can’t have you going out at night, nobody goes out at night…)
💤-And on the opposite end of that, if your not wanting to wake up just yet, or your still really tried, he doesn’t mind the two of you staying in bed for a while longer. Just gives him more time to admire you. However if it starts going on 1 or 2pm he starts to get worried and urges you to start the (end?) of the day.
💤- overall he cares VERY much about your health in regards to sleep, and loves to help you stay calm and relaxed in such a quiet vulnerable time of day. He feels like it’s the only time you’ll let any walls you have down and just be open with him. (When your sleeping though it’s the only time he’s completely open with you, all the things he wishes he could tell you in the day time. All his secrets, his own hopes and dreams to be with you forever, and never EVER have to let anyone else in) after all, it’s just like his favorite song to sing while he holds you in your sleep.
“Just the two of us…”
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Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)
Chapter 20
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Paring: Changbin x Y/N
Genre: smut
Warnings: smut, 18+
Word Count: 3279
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Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?
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In the morning you woke up to the sun's rays caressing your cheeks. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and a big smile appeared on your face when you saw Hyunjin sleeping next to you. The boy looked blissful, his slightly swollen face added to his charm.
You couldn't help but gently run your fingers across his cheek, causing him to wake up. As soon as he noticed you, he smiled and placed a kiss on your hand.
"Good morning sunshine. Did you sleep well? “ He asked in a slightly hoarse voice that sent pleasant shivers down your body.
“I've never slept so well. “ You replied, snuggling even closer into his warm body.
“I'm very happy about that, princess. Maybe you'll come by more often?” His question made you blush, but you nodded slightly.
Even though you both didn't want to leave the bed, you felt extremely hungry, and the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen didn't help at all. You lazily got off the bed and grabbed Hyunjin's gray T-shirt that was lying on the chair. You didn't even bother to put on panties, you hoped that the too long T-shirt would cover what it was supposed to cover.
You left, leaving Hyunjin in the room, who was also putting on some clothes. The smell of fried eggs hit you even more and your mouth filled with saliva. You walked into the kitchen, where Chan was standing at the stove frying eggs and IN was setting the table.
“Good morning Y/n, I see you are beaming. Did you sleep well?" Felix asked, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek.
You turned towards the boy who was sitting at the table.
“I feel like a new person, I haven't had so much sleep in a long time.” You smiled and rested your elbows on the counter.
However, you forgot that you had nothing under your shirt and, bending down, you showed everyone your round buttocks. This was met with happy whistles and suddenly you felt warm hands grabbing your butt. You turned around and saw Minho.
In one fluid movement, the boy turned you around and sat you on the counter. Your back arched slightly as your skin met the cold stone. Minho took advantage of this and moved between your legs.
Before you knew it, he connected your lips in a sweet kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tighter. You quickly slipped your tongue into his mouth, giving yourself pleasure. Your breathing became deep and you slowly started to become needy.
“Hey, not while eating.” Changbin spoke as he entered the room.
Reluctantly, you pulled away and sat down at the table. Almost everyone was already in the living room, except Jisung, but Minho announced that the boy was still sleeping. Your heart sank at the mention of him and the smile fell from your face. Seungmin noticed this and stroked your thigh. You forced a slight, barely noticeable smile and started breakfast.
You weren't particularly talkative, but you tried to function normally, even though thoughts of Jisung kept swirling around in your head. You were halfway through the bite when you heard your best friend's voice. Everyone greeted him with a smile, but the smile disappeared from your face.
Han stood at the entrance and looked at you with his beautiful big eyes. Your eyes met for a second, but it was enough for you to remember the entire argument. Your heart pounded harder than usual, so much so that you dug your fingers into the chair you were sitting on.
The longer you looked at him, the more you felt like crying, you felt like you were on the verge of an emotional breakdown, so you decided to leave the kitchen. Without finishing breakfast, you got up from the table and went to your room. As you walked past Jisung, you felt a light brush of his hand, as if he wanted to grab you but decided against it at the last moment. It hurt, you felt like your heart was breaking into a million little pieces.
As soon as you closed the door behind you, your breathing became rapid but irregular. Your eyes filled with tears that ran down your cheeks. You felt hurt, the fight with Jisung hit you so hard that you felt like you lost one of the most important people in your life.
Your legs gave way beneath you before you could reach the bed. You fell painfully to your knees, but it seemed like the least of the pain now. You started hyperventilating, trying to catch your breath, which was getting harder and harder to take by the second. You felt a huge weight on your chest, as if something was crushing it.
 You were kneeling on the ground, trying to calm down, but you were constantly reminded of Jisung, who was always there for you in situations like this, and now he wasn’t. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't calm down, you just couldn't.
Suddenly you heard a quiet knock on the door, you looked up and saw Felix. Seeing you in such a state, the boy immediately walked up to you, kneeling next to you and grabbing you in his arms. His face showed fear.
“Y/n what's going on?” He asked, but you couldn't say a word and the air started to sting your throat.
 You dug your fingers into your shirt harder, hoping the pressure would relax you and allow you to breathe.
“Chan, come quick!!!” Felix shouted, his voice desperate and ringing in your ears. The boy was visibly concerned. He grabbed you tighter in his arms so that you were leaning against his chest.
You didn't have to wait long for everyone to show up in your room. Chan immediately knelt down next to you, examining your body carefully.
“Y/n, calm down, we're with you, nothing's wrong. You are safe. Breathe, please.” Chan tried hard not to let his anxiety show, but his voice gave him away.
 You looked at them all with sadness in your eyes, tears continuing to fall until your eyes met Jisung again. The world stopped for a few seconds, but the longer you looked at him, the worse you felt. You started hyperventilating even more, which made you feel dizzy. You were in a frenzy, tears started streaming down your cheeks again and the world went silent.
You seemed to be in a different reality, you saw the boys, but you didn't hear them saying anything to you. You grabbed Chan's hand and squeezed it tightly, letting him know that it was bad. Chan, seeing that your condition was getting worse after seeing Jisung, asked him to leave the room.
The boy was shocked by the request, he didn't want to leave you, not at a time like this, but he had no choice. He reluctantly backed out of the room, but he didn't take his eyes off you for a second. Minho, Seungmin and IN followed closely behind to calm him down. You knew that he was also shocked by this situation.
The rest of the guys stayed with you. Felix still held you in his arms, hugging you tightly, giving you the warmth you needed. Chan stroked your hand, still talking to you, but you still couldn't hear anything. Seeing that you were shaking, Hyunjin grabbed a warm blanket from your bed and covered you properly.
The boys' efforts seemed to be paying off as you slowly started to calm down. Changbin wiped away every tear that fell from your eyes. The four boys didn't leave your side until you calmed down completely.
"Thank you." You whispered, your throat burning but you were grateful that the boys didn't abandon you.
“You're welcome Y/n, you are our treasure. We will always be there for you. You are our Y/n.” Changbin said, wiping away the last of your tears.
A slight smile appeared on your face, but you still had Jisung in your mind and you knew you wouldn't be free from that thought for a long time. You turned to Felix, whose grip had loosened a little. You sat astride the boy and pressed your nose into his neck. You felt that you needed warmth for a moment to fully calm down.
The room fell silent, but it wasn't an awkward silence, quite the opposite. It was a very pleasant and soothing moment. Each of the guys knew you needed it and they had no intention of pushing you.
After a moment, you broke away from Felix and looked around the room again. Each of the boys gave you a sincere smile that glued your broken heart together a little. You got up from the floor and, still wrapped in the blanket, asked the boys if you could watch something together.
Without a moment's hesitation, the boys agreed and you went to the living room, where Han was sitting with the other three boys. As soon as he saw you, he jumped up from the couch, shrugging Minho's hand off his shoulder.
“Y/n.” His quiet voice rang in your head, but before you could react, Chan placed his hand on your waist and took you downstairs where you had a small cinema. You sat comfortably on the couch and turned on your favorite movie. Changbin brought snacks and Felix brought drinks and you immersed yourself in a pleasant session.
When you finished watching, the boys made sure everything was okay and you went your separate ways. Everyone went back to their activities, and you were wandering around the house without much purpose.
Every now and then you wanted to talk to one of the members, but something always stopped you. You didn't want to bother them. You didn't want to show your weaknesses again. So you decided to sit on the balcony and start reading the first book you took out from the large shelf.
The day was beautiful, the warm rays of the sun warmed your body and a pleasant cool wind blew through your hair. From the balcony you had beautiful views of the pond and the white wooden gazebo next to it.
You opened the book and were hooked from the very first sentences. It was a short romantic story, written in a beautiful poem, that stirred your mind to fantasy. You don't know how long you sat and read the book, but you were so absorbed in it that you imagined yourself instead of the main character who lived in a hopeless world but found her prince charming, even though it was forbidden love.
Before you knew it, you had finished the entire story, your heart pounding with excitement. You didn't expect it to be an erotic book that would awaken your deepest fantasies. Unable to control your emotions, you stood up and looked around again at the beautiful view.
The sun was still warming your skin and the wind was blowing away your unruly strands. You got lost in your dreams, letting yourself go far beyond all your problems, and then you saw Changbin.
The boy was exercising near the gazebo, and with each push-up you could see his muscles working. Drops of sweat perfectly reflected the sunlight, illuminating his slightly tanned skin. Completely unaware, you started staring, forgetting to blink.
Only when the first tear fell from your eyes did you take your eyes off the boy and wipe your stinging eyes. However, Binnie's character intrigued you so much that you decided to approach him and take a closer look at him.
You quietly went downstairs and went behind the house, where there was a gazebo. You hid behind a spreading bush and watched the boy carefully. Up close he looked even better than before. His wet hair stuck to his forehead and his muscles worked smoothly. Your eyes roamed all over his body, following every little movement he made.
You started to feel a gentle warmth spread throughout your body. When suddenly, Changbin grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off in one smooth movement. Your eyes saw perfectly sculpted muscles. You found yourself biting your lip and your heart started pounding so hard you could hear it.
“Are you finally going to come to me, or are you just going to stare from behind the bushes?” A man's voice brought you out of your reverie.
Embarrassed, you got up from your crouch and walked over to the boy, who was smiling at you when he saw how hard you were trying not to show the blush on your cheeks. You entered the gazebo where the boy was standing, he looked even better up close. You didn't expect Bin's wet body to make you so hot.
The boy was getting dangerously close to you, and you unconsciously stepped back until your back hit the wooden railing. A moment later, the boy's hands were on both sides of your body.
His face was centimeters away from yours, but your eyes were still drawn to his muscles glistening in the sun. An even bigger blush crept onto your face when the boy grabbed your hand and ran it over his body.
A pleasant shiver ran through your body and your eyes returned to the sky. The boy's face was even closer, so that you could feel his breath on your neck. Another wave of pleasure coursed through your body.
“Do you like what you see? Do you want to see what else I can do?” He whispered into your ear, biting your ear.
You lightly dug your fingers into the boy's chest, trying not to make any sound. Your body was boiling and your head was going blank. The boy's little kisses were driving you crazy. Each kiss seemed to leave a hot mark on your neck.
“It's not nice to spy on others like that. I will have to punish you.” He said with a mischievous smirk on his face as he moved his lips down to your collarbones.
He lightly grabbed one of your collarbones between his teeth and placed his hand on your inner thigh. You remembered that you hadn't actually put anything under Hyunjin's shirt yet, so the boy had very easy access.
However, his hand didn't reach further than halfway up your thigh, but it was enough for you to feel your crotch warming up. You dug your fingers into the boy's skin again, leaving a mark on it.
You were horny and needed to relax. Unable to hold on any longer, you grabbed Bin's hand and guided it to your crotch.
“So wet already? And I haven't started playing yet.” He looked at you surprised, but there was another emotion on his face - excitement.
The boy grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the railing, then quickly slid between your legs. His hands landed on your buttocks to give you proper support. Your lips connected again in a sweet kiss that ignited your desires.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. You felt his slightly swollen penis poking through the fabric of his gray sweatpants and teasing your core. Still not breaking the kiss, you started moving your hips to soothe your desires.
Changbin clearly understood your silent request and one of his hands went to your chest. Your nipples stood painfully, demanding to be fondled. The boy grabbed one of them between his fingers and started spinning it.
Your back arched and the first muffled moan of pleasure escaped your lips. You felt like you were in another world, removed from everything. You completely forgot that you were in the gazebo.
You rubbed harder against the boy's now much harder penis and smiled gently. You were turning him on so much and he was driving you crazy. His body was getting warmer and his heart was pounding like crazy. You didn't know how much longer you could go without satisfying yourself. Your head went blank.
“Binnie.” A soft groan of helplessness escaped your lips.
The boy understood your request and started playing with your painfully swollen clit. More moans left your lips and your fingers dug into his perfect skin again.
To Changbin, your moans were like wild pleasure that was just at his fingertips. He pulled his pants down slightly with one hand and pulled his erect penis out. He looked deep into your eyes. Eyes that were shining only for him at that moment. He wanted to make sure he had your consent.
Seeing no objection, he made a few circles around your hole and carefully but surely inserted his cock into you. Your legs tightened around the boy and your body arched beautifully again, giving him even better access.
You felt his cock filling you and pleasant shivers of excitement ran through your body. Every move he made made you squirm even more, demanding more. You loved the feeling of him leaving little raspberry marks on your neck, you loved every move he made.
Changbin grabbed your buttocks and lifted you up, then rested your back against the pillar of the gazebo. He now had perfect access to you and complete control over you. He was the one who set the pace and force with which he pounded into you. You felt as if your insides were dancing as he played them. You were close to your climax, too close. You didn't want to end just yet, not when you felt like you were in heaven.
“Binnie, I…I'm about to cum.” You stuttered, clenching your toes.
The boy just smiled and sped up his movements. He held you tightly, spreading your legs even further. You didn't expect him to go even deeper. You couldn't control yourself any longer, you got carried away by your emotions. Your mouth didn't close, and a melody of moans of pleasure flowed from it.
Fulfillment came faster than you expected, and a wave of pleasure spread throughout your body. You snuggled tightly into his muscular body as he carried you through wave after wave of pleasure, still moving inside you.
You didn't have to wait long to feel the boy cum inside you. He buried his head in your breasts, going through the wonderful feeling of orgasm. He slowly pulled out of you and your legs became as soft as jelly.
“Binnie, carry me home, please?” You whispered, slightly embarrassed, hiding in the boy's neck.
“Anything for my princess. You are ours Y/n and only ours. Never forget about it." He kissed your forehead and carried you home.
He passed the guys who knew perfectly well what had happened, but Bin didn't let anyone comment on anything. He wanted you to stay in this moment as long as possible. He only put you down near the bathroom, you kissed him sweetly and disappeared out the door.
You took a quick shower, remembering the moment you had recently experienced. You wrapped yourself in a towel and went to your room. You jumped on the bed and grabbed your phone from the cupboard. You saw an unread message from Sebastian.
You quickly shifted on the bed and opened the message.
Miss, I have disturbing news. The lady's parents are looking for the lady and will do everything to achieve success. I don't know how much longer I will be able to cover Miss.
Your heart skipped a beat. You were scared, worried, but also confused. You didn't want to leave the boys, much less marry San. You had to come up with a plan and fast.
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