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satorunigojaloo · 2 months
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It’s just a mission, what could go wrong?
Teen!Gojo Satoru x teenf!reader
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(I guess it’s au since geto is still at jujutsu tech and Gojo and reader are above 18)
just two idiots who’s relationship develop, revealing feelings they had denied for long until they’re forced to be alone together
Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, only one bed trope, mission, slight humour? (Dunno I think I was funny at some points)
Warning: sexual themes(suggestive), mention of genitalia, alcohol consumption, masturbation, mention of blood/injury and swearing (because Gojo strike me as a person who would curse a lot)
AN: if I can shove as many clichés into one fic, then I’ll do precisely that. Read at your own warning.
This took painfully long to write, massive editing, a lot of proofreading, moments where it didn’t save and I had to rewrite… sigh
It’s my first story where I have an actual plot a part from the relationship part, I am personally pleased with this story. There might be some grammar mistakes, incoherent stuff (because I had to rewrite and edit)
Wordcount: 20.2k (phew, sorry)
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"You probably wonder why I summoned the two of you here and not Suguru and Shoko as well?" Two hesitant nods confirms that’s what’s indeed their thoughts.
Yaga take out a piece of paper and continue. "This missions is quite unusual. You will go undercover to investigate the circumstances. Everything you need to know is on this paper"
Quickly you snap the paper from your teachers hand before your white haired teammate had the chance. Scanning the paper, your eyes widen at one particular sentence.
"The two sorcerers will work undercover and act as a young couple on vacation."
The paper gets slightly crumbled as your fingers twitch and a curious head pops over your shoulder to read.
An audible gasp is heard and you turn slightly to meet his blue eyes, staring back at you with equal fear.
"Fuck"
-
The sun barely up and the streets almost empty, the pair walk to the train station. An awkward silence hangs over you and the distance between you bigger than usual.
It’s not that you and Satoru aren’t friends, but you rarely hung out alone. So when Suguru and Shoko aren’t around you tend to be less talkative.
Which is why it’s extra awkward now, because you and Satoru are both extroverts and can talk forever with anyone about anything. Apparently not to each other, and the mission didn’t help either.
"Did you say anything?" You turn to look at him and shake your head. "No, why?" Shooting him a questioning look.
"Oh, thought I heard something. Never mind." Responding with a simple ‘ah’ before the silence fall over you again.
Close to the train station now you check your pockets one last time to make sure you brought everything you need. "Satoru, do you remember which train?"
The boy scratches his head and look around, with the advantage that he easily can look around due to his height. "Yes, I see it. Come hurry!" He grab your wrist and pull you with him through the crowd.
Being on the shorter side you choose to blindly follow him, counting on his height and six eyes finds the way.
You’re in luck, because just as you enter the train the doors close. You place your luggage’s in the storing area and find someplace to sit.
Since it’s still early in the morning and this train going out to the country, not many people are on board. Satoru point at the four-man seating area with a table in the middle.
He convinces you to let him sit facing the right way because apparently ‘the strongest’ might experience motion sickness.
Both of you wanting to sit by the window so your feet are fighting for room as you’re sitting opposite of each other.
In the end he won with his long limbs and you press yours up against the wall under the windowsill. Seeking some support from the air vent since you can’t reach down.
The silence fill your space again, and you quietly pull up some sandwiches from your backpack. Handing him one he grin and thanks you.
This time the silence is comfortable, just eating and looking out of the window. None of you aware how both of you glanced at the other when they weren’t looking.
You feel your eyes about to close, but the moment Satoru’s phone rings you’re pulled awake.
"Yo, Suguru! Missing me already?" You place your index finger over your lips to tell your mission partner to lower his voice.
He rolls his eyes and point with his eyes to the empty wagon and continue yappering. You mute him out by putting on your headset and look out the window again, chin resting in your palm and you try to sleep.
Your relaxing moment is ruined quickly as you feel a pair of feet kick yours. "Do you have a charger? My phone battery died." He ignores your glaring. In order to keep the peace you search in your backpack and sigh.
"Shit, sorry. I forgot mine." He look at you from above his glasses not believing you. He grab the backpack himself and start to search it.
"How could you forget to pack a charger?" Pouting as he hand you back the backpack.
"How could you forget to pack one?" Annoyed you snap at him and pull the backpack a little harsher than he expected from his grip.
You’re on your third attempt to get some sleep, but the sound of Satoru’s fingers tapping the table and his feet moving restless making it impossible.
"Satoru, for the love of god. Can you please just be quiet?" Through your one open eye you see him cross his arms over his chest and pouts.
-
"Psst, hey. Wake up." So this time he did give you more than five minutes before annoying you. According to your watch Satoru had managed to survive for twenty minutes.
Pretending you don’t hear him only made it worse, fingers began poking your cheek repeatedly. "Oh you’re awake, good."
Satoru ignoring the fact that he’s the one waking you up smile in joy. "I’m bored."
In the end, the best way to make this train ride bearable was to just entertain the boy. Which turned out to actually be more fun.
Luckily no other passenger had seated themselves in this wagon, so you and Satoru could talk and laugh.
He had brought a card deck with him and tried his best to teach you a game. Which he didn’t remember well and you suspect he was making stuff up.
"Cheater!" You faux pout at him and jump over the table to steal the cards in his hands. Satoru pull his arm behind him and you stretch out to reach them.
As your shorter hands try to reach his longer, you fall into his lap and you hear Satoru’s ‘huff’ when your whole weight land on his groin.
Both freeze and stare at each other in shock, he winces slightly from the pain as your knee is planted into his most precious area.
Your nose tip touches his and you both turn to a hundred shades of red before you wiggle away. Adding more pressure with your knee and Satoru’s painful high pitch squeal fill the room.
Standing up you look as the poor boy sinks down into a fetal position with his hands covering his groin. You swear there’s tears in his eyes, but the black tinted glasses made it impossible to know for sure.
"Satoru, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?" His face planted down into the seat and his trembling arm up to give you a thumbs up.
"I’ll… live." You can’t help but giggle a little at his voice still in a high pitch.
For some reason your giggles fill Satoru with a fluttering feeling and he wants nothing more than to turn those giggles into laughs.
Mission succeeds when he in an over dramatic sense toss around in his seat groaning in pain. "Gonna call you the nutcracker from this day on."
"Then that makes you Barbie!" You shoot in between the laughs.
-
Arriving at your destination you look around, there’s actually a lot of people coming off the train.
The station is crowded and you do your best to not lose Satoru while at the same time you try to make sure you don’t lose your luggage.
Only a second looking down and he’s out of sight. In panic you look around searching the crowd for a white head. Reaching for your phone you dial his number only to be met with the voicemail.
"Right, his phone died." muttering to yourself. You decide to just get out of the station and hope he does the same.
His voice suddenly heard in the distance and you turn to the source. As you close in on him you make out what he actually has been shouting.
"FIND THE HALFLING!"
You run toward him and place a firm hand over his mouth, glaring at him for calling you a halfling.
His warm breath tickle the skin of your palm from his giggles. You hear him mumbling and remove your hand.
Dramatically inhaling some air, Satoru smirks at you. "There’s the little hobbit." You regret moving your hand.
"Just teasing ya, come on let’s go. According to this map sign, we should be able to walk to the ryokan."
-
Sweating, panting and dying, you finally walk the last steps of the long staircase. Yes, according to the map it’s a very short distance, but it didn’t mention the hundredths of stairs.
Down on your knees and feeling like you’re going to puke, a teasing chuckle haunting you. You look up and sweat drip in your eyes making Satoru’s silhouette groggy.
Completely unfazed after climbing the stairs, not even a droplet of sweat or any irregular breathing. "I hate you."
"No you don’t, now come on. We’re here." He pull you up and use his sleeve to wipe the sweat from your face before adjusting your clothes. And then the unexpected, he kiss your forehead and intertwine his hand with yours.
"Satoru, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?" Trying to pull your hand out of his and concealing how flustered you are.
He look at you with a serious face and whisper in your ear "mission starts now", before walking with you in his grip. Doing your best to compose yourself you follow suit.
The ryokan is small and cute, it’s a typical traditional inn with available bathhouse. The cherry blossom trees are close to blooming and you hope to see how their pink leaves paint the landscape beautifully.
Satoru notice how you’re struggling to focus and leans into your ear "just follow my lead and when we’re done checking in we’ll start planning." A gentle squeeze before letting your hand go.
At the reception a young boy greets you, not older than maybe ten. "Welcome, how can I help you?" He’s polite and mature for his age.
"We’ve booked a room for two, the name is ‘Yaga’ if I remember correctly." You hope it’s unnoticeable how you cringe at Satoru’s sudden politeness.
"Ah yes, I know the name. Yaga is a family friend of ours and come her often. So when he told us his niece and her boyfriend would stay we made sure to have the best room available." While the boy talks and hands out pamphlets you notice he was standing on a stool.
Satoru notice too and you exchange a ‘we’re definitely laughing at this later’ look.
Thanking the boy as he hands you the key about to walk, he shouts after you. His true age suddenly showing when he can’t conceal his excitement.
"Come here." He gesture you to come closer as he whisper in your ears in a childish tone. "Not many people know about this, but there’s a really cool natural hot spring further up the mountain. I only share this information with the cool guests."
Snickering in content as he waves you off and you and Satoru just smile at how cute and silly the boy looked.
-
You’re standing behind Satoru when he opens the door, his form still and he’s quiet. You try to jump up behind him to see what made the strongest sorcerer freeze on the spot, but with no luck.
"Satoru, what is it? Move—" you muster all your strength into pushing him into the room, Satoru manage to stay on his feet.
Just like him, you also freeze on the spot. Eyes widening the more you scan the room and take in the sight before you.
You hear him drop his bag on the ground and clear his throat. "I know we’re supposed to be a couple, but what the fuck did Yaga tell them?"
The room itself is decorated traditionally with deep oak linings against creamy white walls. Floors covered in mint green square carpets and a small kitchen area to the left. A typical tatami room.
In the middle of the room is a sitting area with table and pillows with view out of the huge glass windows. The climb up to the ryokan proves to be worth it, the view from your room is magical.
Far up on the mountainside you could see over the city below and the ocean further. That landscape is framed by a mixture of green and pink trees and a nice garden.
There’s only one shared futon in the far right corner, covered in rose petal formed like a heart. "Yeah, I wonder what Yaga told them…" you mumble and force yourself to move.
"Let’s sort out the sleeping arrangement later, I need to shower." Looking around you notice the room did not have a shower and your brows frown.
"Satoru, I’m going to ask the receptionist about the bathroom. If you’re still standing there like an idiot I’ll knee your balls again."
You close the door behind you, leaving a very broken Gojo Satoru alone. He didn’t know why his heart had clenched itself at the sight of the futon. Unable to move his mind was racing through so many thought and he felt a mental collapse.
The worst part is he can’t call Suguru for aid and he has to figure out himself why he feels all ticklish inside.
Satoru came to the conclusion that it must be a delayed motion sickness. It takes him a few minutes after you left the room for him to regain control over his limbs.
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"Sorry, miss! I forgot to inform you about our shared bathroom arrangement. The toilets and showers are connected with the bathhouse facility." Thanking the boy you make your way back to your room.
Glad to see that Satoru had moved from his spot and you find him sitting on the porch outside in a sun-bed. It’s still early spring and the spring breeze makes you shiver.
"You shouldn’t leave the door open like this, you’re letting the cold inside." You must’ve interrupted his deep thoughts because the moment you spoke he jump up from his seat.
"Fuck, you’re back already? Sorry about that." His eyes linger in the horizon a moment longer before he looks up at you.
"So, where’s the toilets and showers?" You lay down on the sun-bed next to him, only divided by a small table.
His face light up at the mention of bathhouse. "Oh let’s go there, would be nice with a warm bath, yeah? Him, is there something on my face?" Your eyes must’ve lingered in him longer than you wanted and you turn away.
"N-no." You mumble and stare straight ahead ignoring his questioning expression. "A bath would be nice." Agreeing to his proposal and you walk together to the bathhouse.
-
Before going into the bath you took a shower cleaning off the sweat from your walk earlier. It’s an outdoor bath build over a natural hot spring.
You wrap the small towel around your form, barely giving any coverage. You didn’t mind because you wouldn’t need it when you enter the water.
Slipping out of your footwear you take off your towel and neatly fold it on a bench. The air is cold and a slight fog hangs around from the hot bath water.
"Wow, you’re not the shy type, eh?"
Turning to the voice only a few metres away from you, your eye twitch in unison with your mouth. With only his head above water he look at you with blushed cheeks. Probably the heat from the waters, but the slight flicker of shyness in his eyes gave him away.
Your eyes flicker between him and the towel messily spread on the ground instead of neatly placed on a bench. "…Satoru?"
"Are you naked?" A wide grin spread on his mouth and he nods.
"Like the day I was born." You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts and you put more distance between you.
"Guess it’s a shared bath." Satoru might be a smart and clever boy, but sometimes he’s just so slow. You don’t know if he’s being dumb on purpose or is actually an idiot.
"Good work figuring that out, Einstein."
There it is again, the awkward silence you both had overwon on the train ride. You let the water cover you all up to your nose and you sneak a peak over at him.
His eyes are closed and he’s leaning his head back on the wall behind him. His hair is flat from the damp and bangs sticking to his forehead.
The water reach his shoulders and upper part of his chest and you take the opportunity to admire him while his eyes are still closed.
"You know I can see you even with my eyes closed, perv." Shooting you a look with his one eye before closing it again.
"If that’s the case then you’re the perv. Perv!" He snorts and turn his face in your direction, smirking. "That made no sense."
Suddenly feeling aware of the fact that Satoru can see your naked form you cover yourself underneath the water.
Satoru notice, but decide to not say anything. A small part of him is hoping that if he doesn’t confirm your theory you will eventually remove your hands.
Maybe he is the pervert here.
"So… the mission?" Your voice quiet. Satoru turn to you and hold his hand behind his ear to say ‘can’t hear you’ and you move closer to him.
"The mission." With only a meter between you now, you shout again.
"No need to shout, I can hear you perfectly fine." In your mind you go through different scenarios on how to drown him successfully in the bath.
"Alright, so the mission, right. So according to the paper we got from Yaga-sensei, there have been abnormal occurrences. People go missing, weird sounds at night and animals fleeing the mountains and woods."
You nod to tell him to continue.
"I thought it was strange that we had to go undercover for this mission and not go straight at the curse, but after my phone died and I had to be alone with my thought…" you blankly stare at him, telling him to get to the point.
"The curse is among the villagers here. It’s intelligent. Which means in order for us to succeed we have to blend in and quietly investigate. So as long as we mask our cursed energy like we’ve done so far we should be fine."
You’re impressed by how much Satoru had thought about this, revealing his sharp mind.
"From the small time since we arrived, have you noticed anything?" You didn’t know you were closing the distance or notice how you were now sitting right next to him.
With no plans to point it out, Satoru indulge himself in your closeness and answer your questions.
"I picked up cursed energy in the area above the ryokan, deeper into the woods. So we should have our little ‘date’ there tomorrow."
Giggling at the way he said ‘date’ you’re about to playfully shove his shoulder, but he moved on instinct making you fall right into his lap. Again.
Looking for something to lean on you accidentally grab something soft. Before realising what this actually was you give it a squeeze and it twitched slightly in your grip.
"Oh my—" you throw yourself away from him. At that moment you feel as if you would die, and the expression on Satoru’s face told you he felt the same.
"What’s up with you and my dick?" He almost sobs in embarrassment and quickly climbs up from the bath and walk to the showers.
You’re left alone with your thoughts and you look down at your hand that only moments earlier had groped your mission partners penis.
Feelings of guilt and embarrassment filling you up, but for some reason you start to laugh. Hearing yourself laughing like a maniac as you remember the utter terror plastered on Satoru’s face.
-
Careful movements when you enter the room, now, guilt occupying your mind and you find Satoru laying on the sun-bed again under e blanket and a cup of tea.
You walk to the (again open) door and you stand before him. He’s obviously avoiding to look at you, his cheeks still with a hint of pink.
"Satoru, I’m sorry." No answer. You move to be in his eyesight only for him to look another way.
"Come on, don’t be like that. I’m truly sorry." Frustrated that he didn’t say anything you lay down on your knees and starts to beg.
"Gojo Satoru, please forgive me for touching your penis without your consent. I promise it was an accident and I’m sorry."
"You forgot about the part where you squeezed it…" barely a mumble, but you caught his words.
"Of course yes. Sorry for not only grabbing your penis, but also slightly squeezing it in the process."
He’s silence for a while, you still have your head glued to the ground in anticipation. His sigh tells you that you can look up.
"I forgive you, but please try and fight your urges to touch my dick anymore on this mission."
His words make you fluster, but you swallow the feeling. "I will try my best to not touch your penis again, Gojo-sama." You feel relief when he giggle at your response, thankful the awkward moment finally over.
"Tea?" You nod and he stands up to prepare another cup. Watching the sunset together in a comfortable silence before you go inside.
Daylight no longer illuminating your room, you search around for a light switch. Whoever built this place must’ve been against the idea of easy access to one.
Underneath the kitchen cabinets you find one and turn it on. The light is dim, but enough for you to find your way around the room.
The only sink is the one in the kitchen and you brush your teeth. Wondering where Satoru had disappeared.
You took the opportunity to change into your sleepwear and then you remember the shared futon. Looking in closets and cabinets in hope for a spare futon, you sigh in defeat when you find nothing.
Satoru enters the room wearing a white t-shirt and loose fitting black pants, he look at your defeated form on the floor. "Did you die?"
Groaning you lift your head up to meet his gaze and point at the futon. "There’s no extra futon, can you go to the reception and ask for one?"
"Oh, yeah I was just down there and it’s closed for today. I can probably just bring one of the sun-beds inside and sleep on it." Touched by his offer, you shake your head. It would only be worse if he didn’t get proper rest on this mission.
"No, we can share. Let’s just remove those damn rose petals." Together you pick off the petals and place them in a bowl.
There’s only one duvet on the futon, you go to grab the thin blanket Satoru had been wrapped in earlier. Turning off the kitchen lights on your way back to the sleeping area.
"You can have the duvet." Smiling awkwardly at him you wrap yourself in the blanket and turn your back to him. You mumble ‘good night’ to him.
"Night."
-
Satoru had lost count on how many hours had passed since you said your ‘good nights’. He felt nauseous and lightheaded from all the thoughts circling inside his head.
He didn’t know this mission would prove to be this straining before it even began. At first he’d been excited because he knew you were fun to hang around.
But he was surprised at how tense and awkward it had been on your way to the train station. Usually the two of you laughed and cracked jokes all the time, but he can’t remember you spending any time just the two of you.
Your classmates Suguru and Shoko were always hanging around with you and just now did he realise how much their presence affected the group dynamic.
Satoru felt more nervous around you, without his best friend behind him he struggled to know how to behave. Now he thinks twice before daring to say anything, terrified of how you might react. Which is unusual.
It’s annoying that he cares about your reactions, when he never before bothered to. The feeling he got when you laughed at him in the train was something he wants to feel again.
Tossing and turning he look over at your sleeping form. You’re laying on your back now and low snores escape your half open mouth.
He could see the goosebump on your shoulders form and the way you slightly shiver between snores. The duvet is big enough for you to share without having to touch each other, so he covers your form with half of it before he turn his back to you.
Thankful when he feels himself drift off into sleep, this mission would only be worse if he had to be sleep deprived on top of everything that has already happened.
-
You wake up, still on your side of the mattress thankfully. Feeling the warmth of the duvet over you, you look at the man next to you.
The duvet was larger than you thought and even when you were on each side of the mattress the duvet covered you both with no problem.
A tiny smile tug at your lips when you figure he must’ve covered you in it. You remember how you shivered before falling asleep, but too embarrassed to admit it.
Satoru is sleeping on his stomach, face turned away from you and his arms underneath his pillow. The duvet had slipped down and now resting at the curve of his round butt.
You bite hard on your bottom lip as punishment for admiring his ass like a… pervert. For some reason watching him like that made you feel something. Not quite sure what, but it’s annoying and you huff as you turn on your back.
Your eyes look around the room now lit up from the faint rays of morning sun, you almost want to scream when you see a light switch right next to the door.
Taking a mental note where it is you look up at the roof, but somehow can’t stop yourself from sneaking another glance at his sleeping form.
The fact that Gojo Satoru is handsome is very obvious, you’d be a blind person to not see it. This however doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a matter of fact and not your opinion.
You hear him snoring into the pillow and it’s almost soothing, until it sounded like he’s about to choke. Abruptly he lift his head and inhale deeply before exhaling.
Observing him with a humoured expression and a snort giving you away, Satoru turn to you with the biggest morning face you’d ever seen on a person.
His eyes puffy and marks after the pillow on his face. He didn’t seem fully awake as he stare at you and you cover your mouth with a hand.
"Shut the fuck up." He mumbles before his head fall into the pillow again.
You sneak up from the futon, the duvet sliding off and you take one last look at his well sculpted butt before covering him.
He’ll never know about this.
Sadly, his six eyes saw more than you knew and Satoru found himself smiling into his pillow before drifting off to sleep again.
-
"It’s really cold outside." Huffing into your jacket as you walk up the forest path. "I wonder if the cherry blossom trees will bloom while we’re here."
You’re rambling away to fill up the silence between you, Satoru’s only giving you half heartedly answers, not actually paying attention.
"Sometimes I like to put on sexy underwear underneath my uniform, it makes me feel stronger when fighting curses."
"Sure, same here."
That confirms how out of it he actually is, you halt your movements and watch as he continue to walk.
Picking up a pine cone you toss it and hit him right at the back of his head. "Hey! What the fuck was that?"
"Sorry." You shrug with a grin on your face and he shoots you an annoyed look from behind his glasses. "Bully." He mumbles and turn his back to you and starts walking again.
You run up to his side and look at him curiously, wondering why he’s acting to weird and distant all of the sudden. For some reason you’re scared he’s angry at you.
"Satoru?" Gently tugging at his sleeve he reply with a ‘hn?’
"Are you okay?" He sigh and stops.
"Just a headache, i’m fine." Giving you a reassuring smile that didn’t seem genuine at all.
Deciding not to dwell on it more you walk in silence. You groan when a long staircase reveals itself before you, your legs still aching after yesterday.
"Can we take a little break?" Satoru nods and sits down on the step, long legs stretching out before him.
You sit next to him and notice how long his legs are compared to yours.
"Sorry for being so quiet, it’s just that I’ve overused my six eyes and since I cant turn them off it’s just really draining." He pinch between his brows with his fingers before rubbing his temples.
With little knowledge of the six eyes, all you know it’s a very rare gift and together with the limitless makes whoever wields it incredibly strong and powerful.
"We can go back and you can rest a little. Yaga-sensei said we had a week to complete this mission." None of you commented how your hand rubs his knee or that he slightly lean his knee more into your touch.
Even with his black glasses you could see how he was torn, he wanted nothing more than to just lay down with a blindfold on and sleep. Still, they were on a mission and they’d risk prolonging it if they turn back now.
"Let’s just finish scouting this area and then we’ll go back."
The steps felt less agonising than those yesterday, maybe because you didn’t have any luggage. Or because Satoru had been behind you and basically pushing you up as he walked.
"Fuck. Didn’t think someone so short would be this heavy." You give him credit for trying at least, but his tiredness too obvious in his voice.
You turn to look at him, finally on eye level with him because of the stairs. "Because I’m pure muscles you see." Flexing a scrawny arm at him which snuck out a little laugh from him.
"Yeah, yeah miss muscles. Turn that pretty little body of yours around and continue walking." Before you could do as told he had already spun you around, his hands lingering on your hips before they’re gone.
Continuing walking up you smile when you arrive at the last step. There’s a bench and you drag your companion to it and force him to sit and enjoy the view with you.
"Shoko and Suguru would’ve loved this place." You murmur and he agrees. "It’s really weird that they’re not here with us." Pointing out the elephant in the room for the first time.
You can’t see his eyes, but you feel him looking at you. "Yeah, I wonder what they’re doing right now."
"Want to call them and ask?" You pull up your phone and throw it to him. Out of sympathy for him you had avoided using your phone since his died, so you still had enough power to make a few phone calls. Turning the phone off between usage to save the battery.
Finally a heartfelt smile on his lips again and he excitedly dial Suguru’s number. Even if it’s saved in your contact, Satoru knows his best friend’s number by heart.
"Suguru! I’m alive. We’re alive. Sorry for just disappearing yesterday, my phone died and then—" Satoru looks at you asking for permission to walk further away to speak with his friend in privacy and you nod. "Just tell Suguru I said hi!" You shout after him.
-
Suguru had just finished a mission and is walking back to school when he see you calling him. He already knows that it was Satoru and smile when he answers.
Being Gojo Satoru’s best friend had its ups and downs. The dark haired boy found out early on that his friend was bad at understanding basic human behaviour.
Listening to Satoru try to explain these weird bodily occurrences and unable to figure out what the cause of them were. Suguru found it amusing how dense his friend could be at times.
His friend just described the feelings of being in love and somehow turn it into motion sickness or climate changes was hilarious. Suguru could only chuckle and he decides to let his friend figure this out himself. He couldn’t be that stupid.
"Ah, but Suguru I gotta go, my mission partner says hi as well. She demands her phone back so gotta go— oof, hey! I was just about to hang u—"
The call ended and Suguru shake his head, he couldn’t wait for you to come back. It was quiet without you two idiots.
-
"Thanks for the borrow." He toss the phone at you and you gracefully capture it, turning it off before placing it in your pocket.
"How are they doing back home?" Satoru in a much better mood talk about his conversation with Suguru, leaving out the parts about his ongoing motion sickness. He knew you’d only worry about him.
A spike of strong cursed energy starts to spread around behind you, you’re tempted to turn around, but that would only blow your cover. Satoru’s six eyes to see for the both of you and you feel safe knowing he’s there.
You feel him lean into you and wrap an arm around your shoulders, his warmth inviting and shelter you from the mountain draft. Your head rests on his chest and his heartbeats soothes your nerves.
The ominous aura is like a coat hanging over you and you do your best to seem unbothered. He pulls you closer to him, the touch welcoming, his hand combing through your hair.
"There’s something watching us from behind those trees." He whisper into your ear and a shiver runs down your spine, unsure if it’s from his warm breath or the slight fear running through your veins.
From behind it must look like he’s kissing you and you fall into the role of girlfriend to discreetly let him know that you want nothing more than to leave.
"Satoru-kun, you’re such a tease." Giggling as you nuzzle your nose into his neck. "We should wait until we’re in our room."
A little taken aback by your sudden acting, but he quickly follow your lead. "Sorry, princess. You’re just so cute." He turn his head to kiss your hair and discreetly glance into the bushes.
So quick it was impossible for the naked eye to capture, before looking forward again. "What do you say we go back to the ryokan and enjoy ourselves a warm bath? You’re shivering babe."
Relieved when he understood what you want and you may have pushed your luck when the next words exit your mouth. "Only if you carry me down the stairs, Satoru-kun."
You felt a pinch on your arm, he’s clearly displeased by your suggestion, but because of the situation he couldn’t deny it. Snickering inwardly as he knees in front of you, offering you his back.
"Yay, piggyback rides!" He huffs when you jump on him and wrap your arms around his neck. His arms grab your thighs hoisting you up in a comfortable position before your legs rest around his slim waist.
The further down the stairs you went you could feel the cursed energy slowly disappear. Satoru didn’t hesitate to drop you on the ground the moment he knew the curse couldn’t see you anymore.
"Hey, that hurt!" Pouting at him, but Satoru couldn’t care less about your pain. "That’s what you get for forcing me to carry your heavy ass down the stairs."
You try to look innocent, but your little devilish smirk gave you away. Standing up you’re about to walk when something heavy weights you down.
Gojo fucking Satoru with his almost two metre length now cradling your back like a little (huge) monkey. "My turn." you were thankfully done with the stairs and you decide that you’ll show him true strength.
His feet almost touching the ground and you constantly readjust your grip to not drop him. Even how tempting it was to return the favour.
Satoru is actually impressed that you carried him the rest of the way and like a koala he wrapped himself around you, his head resting on top of yours.
The migraine that had been boiling since this morning start to kick in and he close his eyes. Trusting you to get both of you back.
Burying his nose into your hair and try his best to sneak in a little sniff, not because he’s a pervert — it’s just the smell of your shampoo is really nice. No other reason.
"Satoru, we’re here."
"You liar, we’re not inside our room." You’re tempted to drop him at his childish remark, but you knew he’s struggling with a headache and decide that he’ll get away this time, but only this time.
"Welcome back! How was your hike?" The boy you met yesterday smiles from behind the desk. You had learned his name to be Yun and he’s the grandson of the owners.
The ryokan had been in the family for many years, according to his grandparents all the way back to the heian era, but they had no documentation to prove that statement.
However it’s a great way to lure in tourists and during peak season they were usually swamped.
"Good day, Yun. It was a lovely hike, however the amount of stairs nearly killed me." You laugh politely and adjust your grip on the freeloader on your back.
"Did you guys see the natural hot springs? They are pretty close to the bench at the top of the stairs." You feel Satoru twitch a little at the boys words and you frown.
"We only stopped by the bench, my boyfriend isn’t feeling well so we decided to go back."
You say goodbye to Yun and drag yourself and Satoru along to your room, he’s humming in your ear in delight at the sight of your door.
The moment you close the door behind you, Satoru slides off your back and down to the floor, the migraine too painful now that he allowed himself to relax.
"Can you help me to the futon?" His voice weak and it’s obvious how much of his pride it took to ask you that favour.
He leans on you and you help him kick off his shoes before walking him to the futon. He search his backpack and pull out bandages and painkillers.
You run to kitchen and pour a glass of water for him, almost as if you read his mind. He thanks you and swallow the painkillers and remove his sunglasses. He hope to be able to lay down and rest before the nausea kicks in.
"Sorry, but I’m going to be out of it for a few hours. Hope you don’t mind." With precise movements he wrap the bandage over his eyes, now in only his t-shirt and boxers. Pulling the duvet over his head to keep as much light out.
You hope that some rest would help him, this mission will fail without him. With a frown you observe the faint grunts from underneath the duvet.
"I’m going to the bathhouse, you just relax. Anything else I can do before I leave?"
"Could you open the door to the porch? And cover any light source?" You do as he told, his voice giving you no indication he’s in the mood for any jokes.
"Thank you." His voice soft and you smile at how sweet and polite he can be. You close the door behind you and walk over to the bathhouse.
-
This time there were other guests here and you feel a little self conscious potentially being naked in front of strangers. Luckily there’s only a group of old ladies chatting in a corner.
"Oh, what a young and beautiful girl we have here. Are you the one with that handsome boy?" Despite their questions being very direct and private, you sense only kindness.
"Yes, I’m with the tall boy with the sunglasses."
They’re closer to eighty, but your answer make them squeal like teenagers. "Oh come join us!"
At first you were hesitant to join them, but as the conversation starts to flow you’re finding the company enjoyable.
Being an extrovert by nature, you didn’t mind chatting up strangers. Which is probably why you were sent on this mission alongside Satoru.
In order for an undercover mission to succeed, you’d need to be able to act natural and open. People tend to be suspicious of those who stay quiet or act mysterious.
"Neh, did you hear about those disappearances?" One of the ladies whisper, her friend shoves her shoulder gently to stop her from scaring you.
"If she had she and her boyfriend probably wouldn’t have come here." Shooting her friend a strict frown.
Curiousity taking over you as you indulge further into the topic. "Disappearances? What do you mean?"
The three women exchange looks, contemplating if they should tell you or not. Nodding at each other, one of them speak.
"During the last couple of months, an eerie shadow started to linger over this mountain and in that time people have been disappearing. Young couples." She stop for a second "young couples like you and your companion."
"Does anyone know what it is?" Cursing yourself for not saying ‘who’ it is, because any normal person would assume it’s humans and not some supernatural beings.
"No, but they say somewhere around the mountains natural hot springs a silhouette of a child wanders around. It’s a bad omen to see it."
You felt chills all over your body, nothing’s creepier than children walking around in the fucking woods.
"Oooh, scary! Luckily I have my big and strong boyfriend to keep me safe." You faux squeal before laughing, the ladies laugh with you and they blush at the thought of your handsome boyfriend.
"You really are one lucky girl, when I saw you two yesterday arrive at the ryokan I couldn’t help but admire you. Such a pretty girl and a sexy ma—" her friend again shoves her in the side. Apparently she was the chatty one, you take notes to make sure you ask her if you want to know more.
"Ah yes, they truly look perfect together. Reminds me of me and my late husband." The other chips in.
"Do you guys know if there’s happened anything recently? Me and Satoru-kun was planning on going to those hot spring during our trip, but now I don’t know." You should get an award for your acting.
"It’s been over a month now since last time, but that’s mostly because young couples tend to avoid coming here now." A sad look on her face as she continues.
"I remember this ryokan used to be filled with young couples in love, especially during the spring season. Now it’s mostly us old folks reminiscing their past and soaking in the bathhouse."
You place a soothing hand on her shoulder and smiles, she probably thought about her late husband.
In an attempt to find an excuse to say goodbye you thank the sun for setting. "I have to go back to my boyfriend, thanks a lot for the chat."
"Be careful and don’t go out when it’s dark outside." She meant well, but it was still spooky the way she said it. Old ladies had a tendency to sound scary even when they don’t intend to.
"Oh! Don’t forget to come to the party being held in a few days! A lot of people from town are coming so you’ll have a chance to chat up younger folks." You thank the woman for the information and when you walk past the lobby you ask Yun about it. He hands you a brochure, nodding politely at him.
-
Back in your room, Satoru is still in his little ‘coma’ and you tiptoe your way to the kitchen. Setting the kettle on to make yourselves some tea. While the water boils you walk over to him and you poke his cheek lightly.
"Are you still alive?"
He grunts and you see him frown underneath the bandages. "Yes." He didn’t sound sleepy, only annoyed.
"Did your little therapy session help?"
"A little."
He sits up and remove the bandages before joining you in the sitting area and gladly accept the tea. You watch as he adds not one, not two and not three, but five sugar cubes to it.
"That’s basically just syrup at this point." The corner of his mouth twitch at your comment. Taking a sip from his sweet sugary tea he peak at you and winks.
"You said you’ve learned something? Care to share with the class?"
He seems to be in better shape now, judging by the lighter tone in his voice, less restraint when he speaks. You’re glad, this missions would fail without him.
You share everything you learned from the ladies and Satoru listens intently and he drink every single word just like the tea before him. His facial expression change as he chews on the new information.
Satoru’s reaction is the same as yours when you mention the child roaming the woods at night, you both shiver dramatically.
"But that’s actually interesting." He interrupts, his chin resting in his palm and head slightly tilted to the side. His eyes look like they’re searching for something and then they land on you.
Your heartbeat quicken from the surprise eye contact. "Don’t you think it’s weird that the boy at the reception kept mentioning those hot springs knowing about the disappearances?"
You think of Yun, and you did want to object to whatever Satoru was implying, but you aren’t stupid. When Satoru put it like that, it’s very obvious that the boy is suspicious."
"We’ll go there tomorrow night. After the reception closes. My eyes still aches a little so I’m gonna need my beauty sleep."
Soft giggles escape your mouth, Satoru could be such a princess at times and he was doing it on purpose because he knew how funny you found it. You lightly shove his shoulder before taking the empty cups to the sink.
Surprised at the sudden contact when Satoru stands behind you, his body pushes against your back and force you to hold the counter for support. "Wha—?"
"Sorry, needed a glass." You wonder why he lingered, even with the glass in his hand and you turn around to face him. That resulted in your head bumping into his chin and a low crack’s heard.
"Ah, fuck. You’re really intent on harming me constantly on this mission." His hand rubs his chin and he frown down at you — still very close — and you try to hide a snicker.
With a yelp you feel yourself pushed even closer to the counter, the edge of digging into your back and you look up to see Satoru’s mouth formed into a devilish smirk.
He leans over you to pour water in the glass, without breaking eye contact as he does. Your hands feel clam and when he moves you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
A little while later you both went to the bathhouse wardrobes to brush your teeth and use the toilet.
On your way back to the room you bump into Satoru who exit the male wardrobe. Naturally you walk together to your room, but only one of you noticed the pair of eyes looking at you from a distance.
"Ladies first." His arm out to allow you to enter first, you bow as a thanks and run to the futon and cover yourself in the duvet. Exhaling in delight at the warmth around you.
Last night had gone well and you felt less nervous about sharing the futon or the duvet this time around. You even dared to lay a little closer to the middle this time.
"Satoru?"
You hear him shuffle beside you and grunts a low ‘hn’. He’s wearing the bandages over his eyes again.
"Why do you think the curse is after young couples explicitly?" You turn to look at him and even without seeing his eyes you could tell they were open as he face the ceiling.
"I’ve been thinking about that, but right now I can’t really know for sure. We’ll investigate further tomorrow. Maybe you could chat with the boy?" Satoru had observed how smitten the boy was by you, he didn’t blame him. You’re a really pretty girl with a kind heart, and on rare occasions could be funny.
"I can try, but I’m not really sure how to do it without rising any suspicions."
"You’re a clever one, you’ll figure it out. Good night."
"Good night ‘Toru."
Without realising what you just called him you turn on your side, your back to him and close your eyes. Leaving the boy next to you with slightly faster heartbeats.
I should see Shoko about this, might not be motion sickness after all. Probably something worse like a heart attack.
-
Before leaving your room, the thought of wrecking something was temping, but you didn’t want to risk an ear-lashing from Yaga-sensei.
While your mission is to extract information from Yun and it shouldn’t be too difficult if Satoru’s statement about the boy being smitten by you, you still had to be clever about it. The boy didn’t seem stupid and if he truly is related to the disappearances he’ll quickly catch on.
After grinding your brain for ideas, a lightbulb lit above your head. A weeping, heartbroken and vulnerable girl would most definitely lure him in — if he’s smitten by you, that is.
You rub, poke and do your best to make your eyes swollen and puffy. With one look in the small mirror you smile confidently at your efforts. Pinching your nose as a last finishing touch before walking to the reception.
"Good morning, miss!— oh, are you okay?" Bingo.
"M-morning, Yun-kun. I’m fine, I guess." A faint blush on his cheeks at your added ‘-kun’ on his name.
He works up courage to join you on the bench, keeping a respectable distance. When he’s not standing behind the counter on the stool you notice how short he really is. Too short for his age, he appears younger and you almost feel bad for tricking him. Almost.
"Where’s your boyfriend?" Young and naive, he still haven’t learned how to conceal the jealousy in his voice when the word ‘boyfriend’ left his lips.
Wiping a non-existent tear you sigh. "We… had a fight and he went out."
"Sorry if this is very unprofessional of me, but he seems like a jerk. The way he made you carry him yesterday." You hide your snort with a sob and look at him.
"It’s okay, you’re kinda right. He really is a jerk. Now he went to those hot springs you talked about by himself." You notice a slight shift in the boy at the mention of the hot springs.
"Really?" His tone shifts and you see him nibbling on his lower lip with his teeth.
"Maybe I should go after him. What do you think, Yun-kun?" Yun thinks for a minute and his face turn into a polite smile.
"I think that’s a great idea." There’s something in his expression that you struggle to read. "But the hot springs are usually very crowded at these hours, if you want it to be more romantic you should go later."
Satoru was right, something about this boy is suspicious, but you had him reeled in and you take advantage of the moment.
"Yun-kun, you’re really mature for your age. Why is that?" Blushing at your words, his fingers fiddle with the fabric of his shirt.
"M-my grandparents I guess, after my parents walked out on me they took me in. Giving me work and helping me with my studies."
The mention of parents intrigued you and you took a chance at digging further.
"That’s really nice of them, but sorry I couldn’t help my curiosity. You say your parents walked out on you? Why?"
You notice Yun’s eyes turn glossy and his lips tremble. "They had me at a pretty young age and somehow figured it was better for my grandparents to raise me." The way your hand naturally fell onto his shoulder to stroke it affectionately put him at ease.
"That must’ve been really terrible, thank you for sharing with me. How old were you when it happened?" Oh no, too obvious. You think and quickly add "I mean me and Satoru are thinking of having children ourselves, but we’re still only teenagers."
Hoping you managed to save yourself, Yun look at you and as he’s about to speak, a door opening interrupts you.
In walks Satoru and his eyes land on you and Yun, he frown at your hand on the boys shoulder. "Heh, trying to steal my girlfriend?" He smirks and Yun quickly stands up and bows.
"Oh, no! Sorry about that sir. We were just talking." Swiftly he move behind the counter and smile politely. Satoru looks at you with curiosity before his gaze turn to Yun.
You’re both surprised when Yun suddenly speak in a low voice. "Maybe if you treat her better and stop being a jerk you wouldn’t have to worry about people trying to steal her."
Speechless Satoru turn to you, and notice your puffy and red eyes. He assumes it’s part of some plan and he kneels in front of you to cup your cheek. "Babe, have I done something wrong?" You know he’s only acting, but there’s a sincerity his eyes and you can’t help the little clench in your chest.
"She’s sad because you went to the hot springs alone." Yun speak in a not-so-polite tone and you’re able to tear your eyes from Satoru’s.
"It’s okay Yun-kun, thanks for the back up. But I need to talk to my boyfriend alone."
Yun gives you an assuring smile as you and Satoru walk to your room, Satoru figure having his arm around your shoulder would make it seem more authentic. He didn’t do it because he wanted to, it was purely acting.
At least that’s what he told himself.
-
Behind safe walls, Satoru can finally drop his act — or so you thought, but his arm still lingers over your shoulders. You catch yourself leaning slightly into him, but that seems to make him aware of the touch.
He quickly pulls away, clearing his throat before speaking. "So, I’m a jerk boyfriend?" Satoru hope his smile conceal his warm cheeks.
"After you said Yun seemed to like me, I thought maybe that would be a gateway to get him to open up to me, it was a gamble to be honest." You grin at your own genius mind, Satoru can’t help himself and his large hand ruffles your hair.
"You really are a clever little girl." The hint of flirtation in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, but you found yourself enjoying his tone far more than you normally would’ve.
"There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me." Your voice coated in the same flirtatious tone and you’re bathing in his flustered reaction.
"Come on, I’ll make some tea and we’ll talk about our day, almost like a proper couple." you turn your back to him with a heated face. You sounded way more confident than you actually are.
Both seated at the table, munching on the snacks Satoru had bought on his own investigation. Apparently he had gone downtown to ask around, and the stall selling sweets proved too tempting for him to ignore.
No shock that Satoru had easily gained information from a group of girls — filling you with a sour feeling, but you’re not going to met him know that.
"Something wrong?" Without realising that your face had turned into a pout, you’re quick to shoot him a grin.
"Oh, nothing. Go on." You wave an awkward hand before chewing on your strawberry pocky. Satoru smirks, it felt like he saw right through you.
Without his sunglasses you feel even more exposed when his blue eyes look at you like that, a stare you don’t expect from a friend…
You reach for the bag of mochi and your hand touch his, both of you let it linger before pulling back. His warm skin to yours sent sparks through your skin and you cover your mouth with the hand, attempting to hide the embarrassment.
With the smirk still playing in his lips he pops a mochi between his lips without breaking eye contact. You don’t either and suddenly the mood switch.
"Do you really think I’m a jerk boyfriend?" The question takes you by surprise.
"What?"
He faux pout without breaking his smirk. "I mean, I did spend the day flirting with a lot of cute girls."
The way his eyes pull you in and his dreamy orbs peak from behind long lashes, your breath hitch. You want to just ask him what’s gotten into him, but no words come out.
Subconsciously you closer to him — he’s also moving closer, finally able to tear your eyes from his, only to land on his lips.
So close now you can feel his breath on your face, sweet like the chocolate mochi he had only minutes ago devoured.
You feel his hand gently brush the hair from face, a hitch in your breath turn his gaze to your lips. His hand trail down to the back of your neck, tickling the skin lightly.
Right now, you want nothing more than for him to pull you into him, even though you know you shouldn’t. He’s your friend, you’re on a mission and it’s all just an act.
Still.
You allow yourself to be pulled in, closing your eyes in anticipation — his lips almost grazing yours before a loud bang is heard from outside.
Satoru turn to the windows, his six eyes almost making out the culprit. He could see someone running away, they’re quick.
On his feet he walk over to the window, staring out with a deep frown. Whoever what or who that was, they had managed to sneak around his six eyes — or had he just been too distracted?
"Legolas, what do your elf eyes see?" His attention turn to you, standing next to him now.
"They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard." The way your nose slightly scrunge when you snort is too cute.
"No, but seriously do you see anything?"
He crouch his back slightly and squint, looking like an old man and you can’t help but laugh.
"Whatever it was, my six eyes can’t see it anymore, but by the sound of it my guess is someone crashing into something."
Covering the windows with the curtains he sigh. "We should prepare for our mission, the earlier we investigate the faster we can go to sleep."
-
The reception is closed and no Yun in sight, the air around you almost creepy and you shudder. You keep eyeing the man next to you nervously — the way his hand had grazed your skin, his lips almost on you and you can’t help wonder if he’s also just as affected.
Satoru had been more quiet than usual, lost in his thoughts when you walk through the front door of the lobby. He wants to say he regret his actions, but that would be a lie.
He only regret being interrupted, because somehow now — his body wants nothing more than to kiss his mission partner, behind closed doors.
He’s confused about you, what you thought and felt when he leaned in. You must’ve known his intentions, why didn’t you stop him? What would’ve happened?
He remember the moment he entered the lobby and saw your teary eyes look at him, causing a feeling of distress to erupt inside him. An urge to wipe your tears away and hug you tightly overwhelmed him, but when he saw the boy comforting you he assumed it wasn’t real.
It was just an act and his mind eased up, after you shared your plan, he couldn’t help frown at the thought of you thinking he would be a jerk boyfriend. That thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Satoru wait!" lost in his thoughts he failed to realise he was way ahead of you, your shorter legs struggling to keep up.
Stopping at the last step he turn to look at you, panting, sweating and swearing as you fight your way up the staircase.
"Are you fucking deaf? Did you forget that not everyone has freakishly long legs?" Satoru just stare at you dumbfounded.
Had he really just walked those steps without realising it? Imagine if something had happened, would he have been able to notice it? Slapping his cheek attempting to keep his focus.
You finally caught up with him and you slump down on the ground like a child, trying your best to catch your breath. "I mean, these stairs have been the toughest part of this mission."
Satoru squat down next to you and pat your head with a gentle smile. "There there, you did good." He coos and you stick out your tongue at him. "Now stop being so dramatic and let’s go." Teasing smirk on his lips before pulling you up from the ground.
You’re lighter than expected and with a little too much force you crash into him, both your hands on his chest supporting you. The hot breath in your ear make you jump, but he holds you still.
"I feel something." It took you a hot minute to realise what he had actually meant. You feel it too now, the same presence as yesterday.
"What do we do?" Whispering back and you feel his hold tighten even more. It’s dark outside — and even as a sorcerer you can’t help but be afraid, because you’re too aware of what lurks in it.
"We should keep up the act as a couple, so just act like we’re on some creepy date or whatever."
In a swift motion he lifts you up in his arms bridal style and you let out a surprised squeak. His action made your stomach tickle and you giggle. You’re not sure if it’s acting or not at this point.
"Ah, ‘Toru!" You whine lovingly and wrap your arms around his neck. "What? Can’t I carry my future wife?" He nuzzle his nose into your neck and you hear him whisper again.
"I’ll let you down when we pass that huge cherry blossom tree." Thankful for his six eyes you feel more safe in his arms.
Strong arms…
You gaze up at him and from this angle his jaw appears even sharper and his lips fuller, imagining how those lips would feel against yours.
After passing the tree he spoke of he gently put you down and carefully take in the surroundings, it’s very dark and little to no light source except for the moon and stars.
"Can I hold your hand?" The ominous aura surrounding you makes you even more frightened than normal.
Without question his hand finds yours — large and warm it wraps and his fingers intertwine with your smaller ones. A soothing squeeze was enough to calm your nerves.
You walk further up, the sound of hot springs close by, a sound usually comforting, but right now only ads to the creepy atmosphere.
Trees rustle, causing you to hold onto him, seeking comfort behind his large stature.
"I’m here, you’re safe." He murmurs in your head before looking ahead again.
You know the safest place right now is next to your friend. He was the strongest after all, even though you tease him a lot for calling himself that. The statement is true and everyone knows that.
If you were to state more facts about Gojo Satoru, one of them would be that he’s a very likeable person and that’s why you enjoys his company. To you, Satoru is a really good friend and classmate, but right now his role in your life is starting to change.
You rarely hold hands with Suguru or Shoko, and when you do — your stomach never flutters as it does now.
It could probably be those stairs too, being around Satoru sometimes makes you feel like you’ve climbed a thousand stairs.
"Whatcha thinking ‘bout?" Satoru took notice of your silence, he can’t help worry if you’re okay. He knows of your fear of the dark and by the way you’re counting to his arms — which he doesn’t mind — it’s obvious you want nothing more than to leave.
"Stairs."
"Stairs? Why?" he can’t help but be amused by your answer, not really what he thought would occupy your pretty little head.
"I’ve experienced increased heartbeat and shortness of breath ever since we got here, and sometimes my face feels warm. I suspect it must be because of all the stairs."
Satoru can’t help but giggle at your weirdness at times. "Maybe you should start exercising more?" You lightly shove him with your body and he shoves you back — lightly as well.
The hot springs come into view and they appears almost magical. That eerie feeling gone and you can’t feel any cursed energy or that presence around.
You meet Satoru’s eyes and he confirms that he also notice the lack of presence. "Weird." You comment and he nods. "Let’s just go with the plan for now and see what happens." His voice barely a whisper.
"Wow, Yun was right. They’re really amazing!" You let go of his hand to run up to them. "Maybe we should try?" Satoru quickly scan the area to make sure the coast is clear.
"If you promise to keep your hands to yourself this time." You blush at his sudden comment remembering the first night in the bathhouse.
"You’re not going to be naked this time!" You turn your back to him hiding a furious blush.
"So in order for you to not grope me, I need to wear clothes? Make sure to remind to tell Shoko to not let you visit me in the hospital if I ever get hurt.
"Shut up. I said I’m sorry and you forgave me, let’s just forget about it." You start to undress, but you leave your t-shirt on.
Dipping a careful toe into it before you let your whole body soak in the warm waters. Satoru down to his boxers slips in next to you.
"Wow look at the view!" Lights from the city can be seen below, but it was the clear starry sky that took your breath away.
The moonlight illuminating the forest and Satoru found himself admiring how the light compliments your skin.
His thoughts interrupted when his six eyes pick up a weak source of cursed energy nearby. He gently nudge at your shoulder and you look at him as he point with his eyes behind you.
‘Do you sense something?’ You mouth silently to him he nods in confirmation. Fighting the urge to look over your shoulder, you decide to creep closer to him instead.
Now you could sense it too and you feel shivers running down your spine. "Satoru, how close?"
According to your plan, you’d stay here until Satoru could get a good look on the curse without blowing your cover.
So right now you were deliberately sitting with your backs against the trees and with the sound of the hot spring deafening your voices.
"It’s closing in, but I don’t sense any threatening intent, seems like it’s just observing for now." He didn’t notice that his arm was already wrapped around your shoulders, not until you were leaning closer into him.
He rest his cheek on your head and his fingers gently stroke up and down your arm. "It’s really close. Just watching us." Murmuring softly and you tremble slightly, not sure if it’s because of the curse, the cold breeze or the way his fingers trails up and down your arm.
You jump slightly at the sound of a branch breaking behind you. Turning your head to see, but Satoru’s hand stops you, holding your head still by cupping your cheek — forcing you to look at him.
He move his lips closer and just when you think he’d kiss you, he move further and whisper in your ear. "Don’t look."
Your chest painful from the intense heartbeats and you swallow nervously. His cheek touches your cheek and you let out a heavy breath.
It felt like you had walked up all those stairs again.
"You’re trembling." He coos and you feel yourself growing dizzy at the constant whispering in your ear. It felt too intimate and your thighs rubs against one another.
"To be honest, I’m scared." He pull you into a hug and you can feel his heart beating against your ear.
"Let’s go back."
He release you and stands up, your eyes can’t help but follow the water droplets rolling down his body. Shivering from the night air against your wet skin, your t-shirt clings to your body and your jacket barely gave any protection.
For the first time you’re actually glad to see the stairs. That meant you’re soon back at the ryokan and away from whatever is lurking in those woods.
"We should hurry back before we risk catching a cold." You huff and power walk down the stairs with Satoru right behind you.
"Hey! Carefu—" he calls out when you miss your step and fall forward.
Closing your eyes as you prepare yourself for the fall, but a strong hand prevents you from falling — capturing your waist in a firm grip.
"How about we try and stay on our feet instead of throwing ourselves off the stairs?"
A hint of flirt in his teasing voice.
"Yeah." Too stunned to speak you stare into his eyes. You’re breathing heavily from the fear of falling — or the fear of falling for him.
He pulls you to him and for a moment you thought you only imagined it when he crash his lips against yours.
The moment of rush and intensity blurred your mind — your hands wraps themselves around his neck for more support and you answer his chaste kiss passionately.
Satoru lose his steady footing for a second and sits down on the step, not breaking the kiss. You straddle his lap and grab his head by his snowy locks — bringing him closer to you.
His hand snake up your back, the touch tingling as he softly trace his palm up and down your spine — leaving goosebumps on your already shivering skin.
Out of breath you both pull away and you lean your forehead against his. He didn’t say anything and neither did you.
"Let’s go, the air here is so thick from the curse." You remove yourself from his lap, your head feels light and your pulse throbbing so much it’s deafening.
"Yeah." He answer with a breath.
Satoru watch your back for a second as you continue down the stairs, his motion sickness is back, not so sure if it’s motion sickness he’s feeling.
-
Neither of you had said anything since then, a thick silence looms over you, it’s almost suffocating. You gaslight yourself into thinking he kissed you as part of the mission — that the curse had lingered around and he wanted to make sure your cover was not blown.
The few glances you had dared to shoot at Satoru made you uncertain — his expression unreadable and for the first time a feeling of nervousness around him arises.
Satoru had gone to the showers without any words — needing some time to digest what had just happened.
He let out a sigh of reliefs as the warm water touch his skin — and for a moment he just stood there. His finger trace his lips absently while the man is deep in thoughts.
Question his own action, why had he kissed you? The curse was not around, no one was around. Just the two of you alone. Just him and his classmate, friend and mission partner.
The feeling of your hands in his hair still lingers — the way your lips had answered his with such passion. His other hand move down to stroke his hard member.
Thankful no one else is in the showers, the stroking escalates. He tighten his grip and starts to pump — begging for some relief. His bottom lip between his teeth, stopping himself from making too much noise.
Images of your face, voice, body taking up every inch of his brain — he imagine how your hand would feel. How big it must look against them — much smaller and petite compared to his own.
"Fuck.." Satoru’s heavy breathes fill the empty room, only the sound of the shower there to cover some of his shame.
Vigorous pumps — his thumb pressing on the throbbing head with waving pump and then a loud moan along with your name slips out of his mouth. Eyes clenched shut and he relish in the feeling of release — thinking of you and only you.
Satoru clean up his scene of crime, finishing his shower and wrap the white robe the ryokan offered around him. He left in such a haste earlier he forgot to bring spare clothing.
Back at the room he could see your sleeping form on the futon, your breathes steady signalising you’re asleep.
Both of you had long forgotten about asking for a spare futon and at this point there was no point. Halfway through your mission already and sharing a futon hadn’t been too bad.
Trying his best to slip under the duvet without waking you — but sadly as a sorcerer you were a light sleeper, just like him.
"Did you find out anything about the curse?" The way your soft, sleepy voice ask him made his stomach tickle a little.
He then to face you, his eyes covered in bandages. You’re glad — looking into his mesmerising blue eyes right now would’ve made it harder to look at him.
"What the old ladies told you about it taking the shape of a child is correct. I couldn’t really tell the gender or specific age." Satoru chew on his bottom lip as he thinks.
"I can’t say for sure if the reception boy is involved, but he fit the description. Still, we have to figure the motive."
You remember now what Yun had told you about his parents and that you forgot to tell Satoru earlier.
"I might have something." You scratch your head apologetically as you share very vital information, hoping Satoru won’t get too angry with you.
"Did he say anything else?"
"No, but he said they were very young. The couples that disappeared were all teenagers to young adults…" he sigh and turn only his head in your direction.
"But one thing I don’t understand. Why didn’t the curse attack us?"
"I think it was waiting for the right moment. The curse appears intelligent and could be a possible unregistered special grade."
Subconsciously your body had moved a little closer to him while talking. "Do you think it could see through our covers? Sense our cursed energy?"
Satoru shakes his head and stretch slightly, his legs almost touching yours. "No, I think it would’ve either attacked or hidden if that was the case."
His damp hair lays flat over his face and you’re tempted to reach out and comb your hand through it. Even with his eyes covered you somehow feel his eyes on you.
"We should get some sleep and talk more tomorrow. I’m tired." He turn to lay on his back and your eyes linger on his face before you close yours.
-
Satoru is the first to wake up, when he tries to move his movements are halted by a smaller form next to him — or on top of him would be more correct.
He pull off his bindings to get a proper view — his heart skipping a beat at the sight before him. He remember you shiver last night and must’ve searched for a source of warmth.
Satoru being naturally warmblooded had drawn you to him. He can’t help himself as his hand move to stroke the hair out of your face — even with your mouth partially open drool drenching the fabric of his shirt, he thought you were beautiful.
After his revelation in the showers — at least that’s what he calls it, any other word would just make him feel like a pig. Satoru had realised it wasn’t motion sickness, it was you.
Now he understands why Suguru had laughed at his words in the phone — shit he would’ve laughed too. He’s aware that human interactions and emotions aren’t his strong suit, but he never thought he’s this dense.
A change in your breathing tear him out of thought, he realise his hand never stopped stroking your hair and face. When your eyelids twitch slightly, your eyelashes flutter before opening.
Satoru decide to do what any mature man would do when they wake up with a woman they like in their arms — pretend to be asleep.
Smacking your lips as you wake up, feeling your mouth is dry. You turn your face to wipe the drool from your mouth on your pillow — not opening your eyes, still enjoying the morning sleepiness.
However the pillow seems harder, firmer than usual, and the fabric not as soft like you remember.
Slowly opening your eyes, blinking a few times trying to take in your surroundings. Your breath stops as you realise the position you’re in. And with whom you’re in it with.
Your cheek squeezed against his chest and one arm loosely slung over his lower stomach — inside his shirt. Satoru didn’t have his blindfold on anymore and you peak up at this closed eyes.
His eyelashes so long they touch the apple of his cheeks, slightly flustered cheeks you must add. You try to gently remove your hand from the exposed skin of his stomach.
White strands of hair trailing from his navel and down to the waistband of his boxers, which hung a little low. His v-line in full view and you feel your thighs clench together.
Begging that he’s not awake enough to feel how your hand takes a little detour before leaving his body — tracing over his abs and down over his happy trail.
The duvet cover whatever is below the waistband of his boxers — luckily for Satoru. He’s painfully aware of your touches, and the semi-hard he had battled when he woke up to you against him was now back and fully awake.
For his own good, he had to ‘wake up’ before something that shouldn’t happen, happens. He move a little, his hand move to pull down his shirt before going for a full body stretch.
You don’t know this is the second time he’s stretching himself awake, and when his eyes fall on yours with a groggy gaze you blush, hard.
"Sorry!" Putting a distance between your bodies — covering your probably red face and mumble "You should’ve just pushed me away." expecting him to tease you like usual, you’re surprised when he lets out a soft chuckle.
"I didn’t really mind, don’t worry." Peaking between your fingers and your cheeks heats up at his gentle expression.
"However, my arm is pretty dead after that big head of yours slept on it." He stick out his tongue and you snort, relieved he didn’t make the situation weird or awkward.
"What’s the plan today?" You feel your cheeks have calmed down, hoping there’s no visible blush.
"I think we’ll save ourselves any more trips up to the hot springs and investigate the boy more instead. We have to be sure we’re correct before making any moves."
One of the reasons you and Satoru are excellent mission partners is how in synch your brains are. You’re known to complete your missions smoothly and successfully because of that.
-
You decided to get some breakfast at the café next to the ryokan. Finding a table at the innermost part to have some privacy.
Swaying your feet underneath the table because of the tall chair, you gaze out of the window while sipping on your smoothie.
"Ouch!" Your foot accidentally kicks Satoru’s shin — his exclamation makes you choke on your drink.
Satoru bends down to look under the table and notice how your short legs don’t reach down and he can’t help himself.
"Chair too high for the little hobbit?" You kick him again, this time on purpose. Satoru dramatically grab his leg with a faux groan and a little giggle escape your lips.
The sound of the bell ringing, averting your attention to the door. Three familiar faces walks inside. It’s the old ladies you talked to the other day and when they notice you they smile as they walk in your direction.
"Oh, look at those cute lovebirds enjoying their breakfast together. How are you dear? And you have to introduce us to this handsome young man!"
You’re about to answer, but Satoru stands up and introduces himself with a nauseating politeness in his voice. This cause the ladies to swoon and you roll your eyes at him.
"Satoru-kun, sit down please." He winks at you, making sure they see it before finding his seat again.
One of the ladies smile turn into a frown. "I saw you two walk up to those hot springs last night, that was very reckless of you."
You’re unsure how to answer, the fact they were out that late was weird and a little suspicious. Thankfully Satoru takes the initiative — again, and with a charming tone flaunts his long eyelashes at them.
"Sorry for worrying you, but it was my idea. A little selfish of me, but knowing my girlfriend is a scaredy-cat I wanted an excuse for her to hold onto me." He gives you a quick smile — genuine one before turning back to them.
The ladies ‘aww’ in unison, charmed by his words. He’s enjoying the attention a little too much and you’re about to say something when one of the ladies ask.
"How long are you staying at the ryokan?" Her tone innocent, but yet you sense something else — a hidden meaning behind her question.
You and Satoru exchange glances, he felt it too and you telepathically agreed on not to answer truthfully.
"We don’t really know yet, how about you?"
Something in the ladies eyes shifted slightly before one of them answered. "Oh, we live in the area."
"Oh, I thought you were on vacation here as well. How long have you been here?" Your voice chirpy, covering your tone of any suspiciousness. You take note of how they suddenly became more closed off.
One of the ladies mouth turn into a smile, a little restrained compared to before. "It’s been so many years, can’t really remember." Obvious that she wants this conversation to end, but you’re tempted to dig some more — until Satoru’s voice interject.
"Look at the time sweetie, we’re already late!" Satoru jumps up and takes your hand in his. "Sorry ladies, but I have a lovely date planned for my special girl."
Pulling you into him with his arm around your waist before placing a kiss on the top of your head.
About to take your leave, one of the ladies speaks. "Remember to join the party in the hotel restaurant this evening! Apparently a lot of young folks from downtown are going to come."
Thanking them you bow your head before letting Satoru guide you out the door. You wave a goodbye to the employer and lean into his body. Enjoying the closeness while you can as his ‘girlfriend’.
Outside you bump into Yun, he’s surprised to see you and he wince when his eyes meet Satoru’s. Last time they spoke Yun had accused him of being a bad boyfriend and a jerk.
A polite smile plastered on his face and he greets you as always, only a faint drop of sweat at the base of his hairline. "Hi there." He didn’t seem open for any small talk and he continue his walk.
When you enter the lobby you eye each other quickly, taking the advantage of Yun’s absents. Your eyes scan the room and when the coast is clear you start to snoop around — you behind the receptions desk.
You don’t really expect to find anything, but to your surprise you find a stack of pictures held together with a small rubber band.
Signalling him to come to you in a swift motion Satoru makes his way over, bending down next to you to look at what you found.
He grabs the pictures out of your hand and you give him a ‘huff’ — in return he just winks as he look through them.
Your shoulder touches his when you move closer to get a better look — unaware of the tiny smile on his lips.
Mostly family photos including Yun and what you assume are his grandparents, he’s younger in the photos, but not so much younger that the photos would be this torn at the edges.
Satoru stops at a photo that caught both your attention, a young Yun — he must’ve been around four or five years old in the photo. Standing next to him is a young couple holding each of his hand in theirs.
He flips the photo around and notice a timestamp, but it didn’t make sense at all — but at the same time it made perfect sense. The photo was taken in the late 80’s, and if that’s correct that would make Yun way older than he really is.
Despite the exciting found, Satoru’s eyes somehow fell on the slight cleavage showing when you bend over the way you do.
The next photo even more interesting, it’s Yun again. Only know he’s standing next to three girls — probably in their mid-twenties. Even with wrinkles and bad posture now, it was easy to recognise who they are.
"Shit, we need to hide." Before you could react you hear the sound of the lobby door open and the next moment you’re inside what you assume is a closet.
It’s dark, the only source of light is the one from the crack of the doors. Trying your best to not let the fact that Satoru’s body pressing against yours distract you.
The height difference causes your face to press into his chest, trying to speak only for him to hush you.
"It’s the boy." Satoru said in a low voices. He moves his arms up and rest his elbows on the wall behind you, his forearms framing your head.
You dare to look up at him. The closet is tight and the air heavy — you inhale sharply trying to not faint from lack of oxygen.
Satoru is facing the closet doors, but when he feels your eyes on him he turn to face you, only for his chin to clash with your head —biting his tongue in the process.
His expression combined with your situation causes you to giggle — Satoru try to silence you with a stern look only for it to have the opposite effect. Trying your best to stifle the laughter brewing in your chest, but it proves impossible.
Satoru realise the only way to shut you up is to move his hand to cover your mouth. The tiny breathes from you laughing tickles his skin. "Shhh, he’ll hear you." You tried, you really did, but you could no longer control your body.
"Just shut the fuck up—" the closet doors open and you both turn to face Yun, shock painting his features before turning into disgust.
"What are you doing?" Yun’s voice cry out in shock and embarrassment. "Y-you can’t do that in there, p-please leave!" Stuttering, his face painted red and horror.
Your cheeks heat up when you realise what he must’ve thought and your laughter long gone. You try to speak, stuttering your words — but luckily Satoru shoots in.
"Ah, sorry about that! We’ll leave." He drag you out with him and he doesn’t let go before you’re both inside the room.
You watch him kick off his shoes — back against you, unable to witness as you slowly slide down against the door.
"Sato—" he turns around at your voice cutting off mid-sentence to find your passed out. "Hey! Are you okay?"
His voice calls out your name while worried hands gently shake you, but when you don’t answer he panic.
Careful movements he takes off your shoes before sliding his arms under your knees and neck — you’re not heavy at all. He knew that, but he liked to tease you and see your reaction whenever he calls you heavy.
He place you on the futon, his hand flat on your forehead — sighing in relief when he doesn’t sense any fever. Two fingers on your throat he can feel your pulse throbbing faster than normal.
Suddenly you sit up in panic, looking around in confusion — wondering what happened. Satoru is sitting next to you, hand reaching out to your shoulder in an attempt to calm you.
"What happened?" You mumble and his thumb rubs in circles as he speaks.
"Don’t know, you were about to call out my name, but when I turned around you were out cold on the floor." Your eyes travel up to the worried frown between his brows.
"How long was I out?"
"Not even five minutes, I just placed you on the futon. Your pulse is very high though…" he is right, your pulse is high — and he’s the cause of that.
"Must’ve been the tight air in that closet, I remember being dizzy… sorry for blowing our cover by laughing."
None of you points out the way his hand had moved from your shoulder to your cheek — thumb still rubbing in soothing circles, but this time very close to your lips.
"Let’s get ready for tonight." You nod in agreement and hide your disappointment when his hand pulls away.
-
"Satoru! I just spoke with Yun and the ryokan has yukata’s for rent for their guests." You shout out to him sitting outside on the porch.
"And they have an open bar!" You exclaim in bliss.
"Please don’t drink too much, remember last time there was an open bar? Me and Suguru had to literally drag you home while you fought like a feral cat." He’s admiring the view while munching on some sweets, the cherry blossom trees are threatening to bloom any day now.
He thought about how beautiful you would look as the pink leaves fall around you, and the smile on your face as you relish in their colours. You had said on your first day here that you really wanted to see them bloom — and now so did he.
"Satoru?" He jump at your voice suddenly next to him. "I’m going to shower and get ready, the party is in 1 hour." The white haired boy only nods, still looking straight ahead.
After you left, he walks inside and slump down on the futon — on your side. The smell of you still linger and he inhale deeply before rolling over to his side.
"Ah fuck…" he breathes out and try his best to stop his hardening member. Maybe just a few strokes… a hand carefully slide down to relieve himself.
-
You’re touching yourself, moaning softly — the water pours over your naked form. His name slips out between your heavy breathes.
No one else was around, thankfully. The need to do something about the sexual frustration caused by your mission partner is now too urgent to not tend to.
One hand cups a breast while the other vigorously rub against your swollen bud. With the memory of his toned stomach from this morning still fresh — getting yourself off from the thought of what else he is hiding.
What would he do if he was here now? Would his large and strong hands find those spots that make your eyes roll?
Him pinning you against the shower wall, kissing you passionately as his big and hard cock slowly enter your warmth.
You’re so close now, the sweet feeling of release about to hit you, but you’re interrupted by other guests walking in, even with walls covering you — masturbating now is out of the question.
You finish the shower, sulking because now the pent up frustration only worse. The women give you a polite smile and you nod back — overhearing their conversation about the party.
On your way back to the room, you take a detour through the lobby to borrow yukata’s for you and Satoru.
Yun smiles at you politely, but you notice he’s more distant after the closet-incident. The yukata’s are very simple and they’re onesized.
You’re tempted to pick the light blue for Satoru, but somehow the green one draws your attention. You never see him in green — and now you really want to.
For yourself you choose a pink yukata, hoping that would encourage the trees to bloom. Thanking Yun for the help before walking back to your room.
The room is empty and you frown, but then you notice his slippers are gone and you assume he must’ve gone to the showers.
You open the mini fridge and notice the bottle of sake, humming in delight you pour yourself a cup.
Satoru emerges through the door just in time to witness you down your fourth cup of sake, your cheeks tainted pink from the alcohol effects. "Maybe slow down a little." He takes the cup and pour himself one and pour it down quickly.
You’re not drunk, but also not sober. Being a lightweight you’re easily affected — and you notice your words slur a little when you speak.
"I got us clothes. The green one is yours." Almost singing your words you usher him to put it on. He drink another cup of sake before grabbing the fabric in his arms.
"Let me know when it’s on so I can help adjusting it." You sip on a new cup of sake and try to suppress your little giggles.
"Alright, ready. And pour another one for me as well, gotta keep up if you’re keep drinking at this pace." Of course his six eyes saw you secretly drinking and you huff with a small laugh.
"I just knew this shade of green would suit you." Humming a little as you admire your handiwork. You tap the fabric with a smug look on your face.
Satoru has an amused expression when he sees your face, a faint blush from the alcohol brushes over your cheeks. He drank the whole cup in one go before going to pour himself one more cup.
Little did he know that he himself also is a lightweight, rarely — almost never did he drink alcohol, the taste too bitter for his sweet tooth.
He shakes the almost empty bottle and look into the fridge to find more while you get dressed.
There were several different tiny shot bottles, vodka, tequila and sambuca. Contemplating if he should go for them or a new bottle of sake.
"Fuck it, shots it is." He mutter to himself, taking one bottle of each before he turn to you.
"’Toru! I’m ready." Just like your voice — posture also childish, he snorts a little before he notice your appearance.
"Fuck." you stood before him with your yukata open, revealing your white laced underwear — shameless he must add.
He had seen you naked before, but this time it was different. In the bathhouse he avoided looking too much at your exposed form out of respect. However now you seem to want him to look. Satoru bite his lip as he eye you from top to bottom — when he meets your eyes there’s a hint of seductive in your humorous expression.
"Enjoying the view?" His mouth agape as you twirl around, sipping on your sake with a smirk.
"Oh my god, please stop drinking." He walks up to you and quickly tighten the yukata — covering you up for your (his) own good.
"So if I need to stop drinking, what about those tiny bottles behind your back?" Quick movement you sneak your arms around his waist and snatch a bottle from him.
"Hey, you little sneak!" Giggling like a child as you run away from him, opening the bottle and swallow the contents swiftly — you wink at him in victory and Satoru shakes his head with a disbelieving smile.
Your face turn into a grimace when the taste of the sambuca fills your mouth. "Bleurgh, why did you give me this one."
"First of all, you took it from me. Second, we need to go over our plan before the party." Before you’re too drunk to function. He let out the last part of his sentence.
"Alright, boss. What’s the plan?" You sneak your way to the fridge and open the second bottle of sake. This time you take a sip straight from the bottle to Satoru’s frustration.
He snaps it out of your hand and wave his finger in a ‘no,no’ motion. You know he’s trying his best to be serious — yet his smile gives away how much he’s enjoying himself as well.
Just like you, Satoru also takes a sip from the bottle. He cringe at the taste — just like every time the bitterness fills his mouth.
You gave your best efforts to focus on his words, but your eyes couldn’t help staring at his lips. Satoru notice — but right now it’s more important to get this over with.
"Let’s go outside and sit, fresh air would be nice right now. Here, take this." He hands you a water bottle and you take it with a huff.
Sitting down on each of your sun-beds, but facing forward as you talk. You’re still not too overwhelmed by the alcohol and still able to process information. Kind of.
Satoru had grown suspicious of the old ladies after the encounter at the café, even more after the picture of them and Yun. They’re connected and tonight you’ll talk to some locals in hope to learn more.
Done with going over the mission — and the water bottle half empty you gladly pour down some sake. "You’re unbelievable." He reach out his hand for the bottle, taking a sip himself.
"Let’s save this for later and take these instead." He hands you the small tequila bottle and clank it against his vodka bottle before you empty their contents.
"Alright, let’s go."
-
"A strawberry daiquiri please!" Satoru shakes his head, he had given up trusting you to stay on mission the moment you parked yourself on a stool by the bar.
You figured chatting up the bartender and whoever came to order drinks would be most effective — also you could just sit and enjoy yourself with little to no efforts.
Busy entertaining a few girls on the other side of the room — his eyes still follow your every movement. He knows it’s part of the mission, but he didn’t enjoy how the bartender is obviously flirting with you.
You’re slurring on your words and Satoru decide to join you — in case you’ll blow your cover.
"Make it two." He holds up two fingers and sits down next to you.
He smirks and discreetly gives the bartender a ‘she’s with me’ look — the guy nods in apologise before making your drinks.
He had gathered enough information to finally relax and join you in your mischiefs. "You good?" An arm snakes itself around your form, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
"Learn something?" He feels you nod in response, good. Now he can truly relax.
The bartender places your drinks in front of you and you cheer in delight — straw already in your mouth. Your lips pucker around as you suck up the contents; a little too fast.
"Sweetie, maybe you should take it easy?" He cup your hand into his on the counter and you playfully pout at him.
"Maybe you should catch up? Slowpoke." he decides then and there that it was on.
"Fine, bring it on. May I please order 8 shots of tequila, salt and limes?" The bartender smiles and starts to pour.
You clap your hands and cheer when Satoru starts shotting, which brings an idea to your mind, Satoru notice your cheeky smile and gulps. I’m in danger. He chuckles.
Indeed he was because before he knew it, you lay down on the floor with the yukata opened enough for you belly to be exposed. Satoru swallow hard.
People stands around cheering for him to go for it and he looks at you to make sure you’re really ok with it.
Bad move, your expression is almost erotic if you squint — flustered cheeks and a playful smirk. "Come on, go for it ‘Toru!" He swallow hard again before pouring the tequila in your belly button.
Licking the line of salt between your ribs and down to your navel — his lips pucker around the crevice and sucks up the tequila, his tongue lick inside making sure every drop is gone. He could swear a moan escaped your mouth.
With the lime ready in hand he bite down to dampen the tequila taste. When he’s done he quickly cover you up, the thought of people looking at your body annoying him.
"Gimme gimme." Your hands grab two of the shots and you pour them down without salt or lime.
Satoru felt warm all over and the effects of the alcohol taking over. "Want to dance?" You nod and he takes you by the hand to the dance floor.
To your surprise, Satoru seems to know what he’s doing and you let him take the lead. He spins you around and you giggle, your stomach tickling at the sensations.
He pull you into him, his hands resting on your hips and you wrap yours around his neck. You blame it on the alcohol when you tiptoe up to place a kiss on his lips.
Taken by surprise he stare at you for a moment before he softly smiles and return your kiss. The kiss awakens a need in you, a need you weren’t able to satisfy earlier in the shower.
Satoru felt your kiss growing more intense — your tongue begging for access with hunger. Your tongues intertwine — teasing around in a seductive dance.
Your soft moans becomes too much and before he lost complete control and took your right here and now on the dance floor — he use his last bit of restraint to break the kiss lean into your ear.
"Come with me." Out of breath you only nod and let him pull you with him.
-
The door shuts behind you and in a blink of an eye Satoru takes your face in his hands and pull you in for another kiss.
He push your back against the door hard — without breaking the kiss, hands firmly on your hips.
"We shouldn’t do this…" he pants between your kisses, his actions is not true to his words.
"You’re right." You don’t stop either, the aching between your legs is now in control.
Satoru move to place kisses from your mouth to your jawline and down your throat. He lightly suck on the skin — careful to not leave any marks.
His hands move to open your yukata, revealing your white laced underwear again. Only this time he could do more than just look.
"You’re driving me insane." You had no idea Satoru’s voice could be this sexy, the way he mutters in a husky voice while kissing down your body.
One hand grab a clothed breast, kneading it in his large palm — he can feel you nipple through the fabric. Moving further down now, Satoru kneels in front of you — wet kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.
"You’re one to talk…" you answer him in a moan as his tongue enters your navel again, the taste of tequila still lingering inside.
His hands cup your asscheeks, massaging the skin at the same time his lips kiss all over your stomach and hips. Satoru let out a low groan in frustration when he see the wet spot on your panties.
In a swift motion he lift you up by the ass and carry you to the futon. In the process his own yukata had opened — his tones and sculpted torso on full view.
"You’ve seen this many times before, but I never saw you bite your lips so seductively then."
"Oh shut up!" You pull him down for a kiss to wipe that playful smirk off his lips. This results with his body even closer to yours and when you feel something very hard and big poke the inside of your thigh you freeze.
"Don’t be scared, you two have already met. Remember?" You remember when you had accidentally grabbed his penis in the bathhouse and embarrassment wash over your face.
"It’s wasn’t that big then…" you mumble — covering your face with your hands.
"Hey, it’s okay. I forgave you, remember?" He coos as he gently remove your hands from your face by your wrists — pinning them down next to your head.
He release your wrists and stroke away some of the hair in your face. That teasing smirk is replaced with a soft smile — eyes drinking in all the details of your face before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss sweet and full of unspoken emotions.
Satoru pulls away from you and sits up — sighing he looks down at your confused face.
"We should stop, before this goes too far…"
He’s blushing, eyes slightly glossy and lips even more plump from the kisses.
"Y-yeah…" disappointment all over your face.
Thinking that was it, you sit up trying to cover yourself up only for a hand to stop you. Grabbing the back of your neck — Satoru pull you into a kiss.
"Don’t get me wrong. I want this… I want you. Just not like this." He thanks the alcohol for the courage it has given him — allowing him to confess what his sober mind never would.
You feel your heart clench at how he shyly looks away — then you sit up and gently peck his cheek with your lips.
"It’s okay. Let’s go and finish that bottle of sake." You pull him up to his feet with you and with drunken steps make your way to the fridge.
-
Agony.
That is the word which best describes your state. You turn around with a groan and your eyes land on the person next to you.
Satoru is sleeping on his stomach again, his arms underneath his pillow and gentle snores erupts from his mouth. The back of his head is turned to you and you can’t help but think he would look really nice with an undercut.
The duvet is loosely hanging over his hips, muscular back exposed to you and you reach out to softly trace a finger over his shoulder blades, but stops when you see him move.
"You can touch me." His sleepy voice — a little muffled from the pillow and you blush in embarrassment. You keep forgetting about his six eyes and that it’s almost impossible to be sneaky around him.
He turns around with a groan — with fast movements he pull you into his arms and wraps himself around you. His face snuggling into the crook of your neck.
You’re about to protest, but he cuts you off.
"I meant what I said last night." He mumbles and you’re glad he can’t see your face right now.
"Satoru—" a loud crash jolts both of you awake. Throwing on some clothes you run out to the hotel lobby to see what’s going on.
It’s empty, no one in sight. You exchange a glance, silently agreeing that something is off. The remnants of your alcohol consumptions weights on you, but you try your best to focus.
Another bang, now outside in the direction of the stairs leading to the hot springs.
"Fuck." You turn to him and see him frowning.
"What is it?" He doesn’t answer, instead I suddenly lift you up by the back of your shirt and starts to run faster — carrying you as if you were a grocery bag.
You’re moving so fast that tears forms in your eyes from the wind — you do your best to cover your eyes and not scream.
"Our cover is blown. Prepare yourself."
Back on your feet again, and your eyes widen at the sight before you. An ominous black fog emits from the hot springs. You look up to see a veil surround the area.
"Mommy, daddy, please help!" A familiar voice calls out from the depths below the spring. Swallowing hard you gently tug on Satoru’s sleeve.
"That voice…" he nods, confirming your suspicions.
"Yes, it’s the boy. Come on, we have to jump now. Take my hand." With no hesitation you grab it and together you jump into the dark abyss.
This is the worst case scenario for you — it’s not only dark, but completely black. Satoru squeeze your hand to let you know he’a there. He’ll keep you safe.
"Is this a domain?" Your voice trembling in fear, you’re completely blinded and feel helpless.
"No, it must be a curse technique. It’s the same as the one I sensed when we were here yesterday." You can slightly see his eyes glowing in the dark — it’s almost scary to look at, but you seek comfort in knowing you’re not the one on the receiving end of his deadly stare.
"You’re not my mommy and daddy." The voice appears right next to you — making you jump back in surprise, Satoru is quick to place himself before you.
"Yeah, no. We’re not, kinda impossible for us to make a baby while still being babies ourselves y’know?" Satoru’s voice drips with sarcasm and with a quick motion grabs the source of the voice.
You can barely make out the figure before you, but you’re pretty sure that’s Yun — however that polite smile long gone. Instead a wicked and cruel expression paints his figure.
"Did you really think we wouldn’t notice someone with your amount of cursed energy?"
We?
A moment too late to react, strong hands grabs your body and pulls you away from Satoru — the world moves in slow motion when you watch his head turns to watch you disappear into the dark.
His grip around the boy’s throat tighten and he focus his senses to find you. For any normal person it would be impossible to see, but Gojo Satoru is not any normal person.
"You’re not the first sorcerers to come here. Many before you have tried. However, you’re the first ones to last this long." Yun’s body melts into liquid in his grip and his wicked laughter haunts the darkness.
"Satoru!"
Your voice allows him to immediately pinpoint your location and he warp himself to you — he freezes at the sight of you pinned against a wall.
"Oh look, it’s your handsome boyfriend." The shapes of three older ladies come into view — then they slowly merge into younger versions of themselves. Identical to the photograph.
Satoru calls out your name and is relieved when you look up — appearing unharmed. "Well hello there ladies, if you wanted my attention you could’ve just asked. No need to kidnap someone." He winks playfully — he could easily just annihilate everyone, but that wasn’t part of the mission.
Long slender arms appear next to him, seductively stroking up and down his torso before tracing a sharp fingernail down his neck.
"Hope it’s not too late then, for a little fun with you" he cringe as a wet tongue licks up behind his ear. "I usually like to get to know someone first."
The woman snickers in delight and turn to stand in front of him. "What do you want to know, handsome?" Her mouth move to kiss up his neck, he feels her bite into his skin.
Satoru had chosen not to have is infinity activated — but saying it as a surprise when the real battle starts.
"Satoru!" You try to free yourself from the other two women’s grip, their wrinkly hands hold you firmly in place. All you could do now is watch as the woman feels up his body. Touching him against his will.
You trust Satoru to know what he’s doing, but the sight of someone else being so close to him — curse or no curse — irks your whole soul.
"Stay still or I’ll do more than just touch him, little girl." She spits over her shoulder and continue tracing a finger down his chest.
Feeling completely helpless, all you can do is watch that sharp nail tear open is shirt and then tearing it off him — his upper body now into full view. "Delicious." She licks her lips before continuing speaking.
"It’s been so long since we had such a fine man here, that boy really did a good job this time." Satoru smirks, he knew that if he made her believe she has the upper hand, her mouth would most likely run more freely.
"So that’s it? You exploit that boy’s need to reunite with his parents just for your horny selves? Ah, fuck—" the woman jabs her long nail into his collarbone and drags it now.
You notice the blood pouring down and panic. She eyes you quickly, finger still cutting down his torso. "So what’s your deal then?" He asks, turning her attention away from you.
Meeting your eyes he winks, letting you know he has a plan. You trust him, but still bothered.
"I’m in a good mood, so I’ll tell you. Also you’re going to die soon anyway so it doesn’t matter."
She remove her finger from his body and licks off the blood — eyes rolls to the back of her head in delight.
"That boy is not a boy, not anymore at least. He’s now just a sad remnants of a child that used to live here. Looking for his parents who he thinks left him, but unaware of the truth."
She trails over his abs playfully with the nail, drawing red marks on his skin — but not as deep like the first one.
"The truth is, he abandoned them. Drowning in these very hot spring. His parents left this place heartbroken, the loss of a child too great. We were lucky to find him, after rumours of disappearances here. It’s been many years since then, even as just a curse he was able to adapt to people around him, adjust his age and hide his cursed energy."
She wipes a feint tear and throws her head back in laughter. "I’m surprised you actually figured this out."
"So in order to stop him, we have to remove you first?" Satoru ask, encouraging her to blabber on.
"Ah yes, that was the error the previous sorcerers did. They only ‘removed’ him, but that would only temporarily fix the problem. We’re the reason he’s so strong."
"Thank you for your cooperation." Is all he said and in a blink of an eye the darkness is gone — only faint screams and then silence.
"Ah, shit. My shirts ruined." He mumbles looking down that curses handiwork. You roll your eyes at him while you stumble yourself on your feet.
How easily Satoru defeated your enemies proves that he indeed is the strongest. The thought of you being alone makes you shudder.
"Well, you only have yourself to blame for the shirt." He smirks at you.
"True, but I had a feeling a little skin would make that curse get all worked up. And there’s no secret that I’m easy on the eyes."
You snort in response, but you’re quickly silenced when he appears right in front of you — with a cheeky smile.
"Don’t try to pretend like you don’t agree. Now let’s go back, I need you to tend to my wounds."
-
"Hey, careful." He might be the strongest, but right now he’s acting more like a baby.
Satoru squirms underneath you, making it harder for you to clean his wounds. You shoot him a stern look — hoping it would be enough to make him lay still. Ineffective.
"Oh my god, will you stop moving." Gathering all your strength — pinning him down, which only results him grinning at you playfully.
"Okay I’ll lay still. Please don’t be so strict." Innocent eyes look up at you, persuading you to have sympathy for him.
It works, sadly. But you’re not going to let him know that.
"Maybe you shouldn’t have let that woman feel you up like that, bet you secretly enjoyed it. You perv."
"Curse* not woman. Is it jealousy I sense? Ouch!" You smack his stomach playfully — rolling your eyes at his stupid snickers.
"Hey, you…" Satoru’s voice change to a more gentle tone and you look at him — sincerity in his eyes, your heart starts to pond in your chest.
He wraps his hand around yours, his mouth now in a genuine smile. Satoru sits up slightly — supporting his weight on his elbows.
"Thank you." His voice in a gentle tone.
"For what—" your question is cut off by his lips touching yours, his movements gentle and careful.
Before you can reciprocate his kiss, he pulls back and looks at you — his dreamy blue orbs again pulls you into their depths.
With a loss of words you, you decide to throw yourself over him, resulting in his back hitting the mattress — a laugh escape his lips before it’s your turn to silence him.
You bravely go in for a kiss, your hands framing his head, fingers caressing his white locks. It takes Satoru a moment before he register what just happened, but when he does — he’s eager to kiss you back with passion.
His hands move down to your hips, lifting you up to sit on top of him — then they travel up your back and pull your body down to his.
Your breast rubs against his torso, a small whimper escape his mouth when your body rubs against his band-aided wound. He doesn’t care. Satoru figure he can withstand some pain if it meant he could enjoy the feeling of your body against his.
Tongues clashing between your mouths — your hips grinds against his — you moan in relief when the friction from his hardness rubs against your bundle of nerves.
Before pulling away, you give his bottom lip a soft bite — smiling in triumph when he moans. You lean into his hand cupping your cheek, returning the smile he’s giving you.
"Satoru, there’s still Yun." You mumble softly, his thumb stroking affectionate circles on the apple of your cheek.
"You wanna go find him?"
"Yes, we should finish the mission." Reluctantly you remove yourself from him. In all honesty, what you truly want is to jump his bones more right then and there.
But you couldn’t relax properly before the mission is finished, especially when you learned about Yun’s story — you frown at the thought, sadness wash over your face when you think about the boys suffering.
At least this time, those wicked witches aren’t here to prolong his sufferings.
"We’ll make sure the boy finds peace." Satoru comforts you, almost as if he read your mind.
-
You and Satoru are sitting next to each other — the train more crowded this time so you’re sitting in a two-man seat, facing the right way so he won’t get motion sickness.
Your head is resting on his shoulder trying your best to get some rest — thankfully this time Satoru lets you. The only disturbance from him is his fingers tracing soft strokes on the inside of your palm and up your forearm.
You’re enjoying it, the touch feels soothing — but you can’t seem to find it in your to rest. You think about how Yun cried and screamed in pain when you expelled him.
"Satoru, do you think he’s in a happier place now?"
His fingers move to your palm and wrap themselves around yours before he answers. Satoru know why you ask, he remember the sad look on your face and the tears streaming down you cheeks as you watched Yun disappear.
Satoru couldn’t really know for sure what happened to the boy after that, but anything is better than the endless suffering he had been through all those years.
"I believe he is." He leans in to kiss the crown of your head before leaning down to rest his cheek on the very spot.
"What will happen when we’re back home?" Fiddling with the hem of your shirt — your eyes looking down on your intertwined fingers.
There’s a long silence before he turn around to face you — and you do the same, he takes off his glasses to properly look at you.
You see his mouth turn into a cheeky grin.
"I don’t know, but one thing is for sure. I’m taking you out on a proper date when we’re back. If that’s what you want… I mean—." You giggle as you place a soft kiss on his flustered cheek and then one on his lips.
"I would love that."
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AN: phew, there. You finished it, good job on completing this story. Please give me feedback! I realise I suck at writing endings, so I’m just going to end it here. Thanks a lot for reading my story, hope you enjoyed it.
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the bet || jjk || +18
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your boyfriend is a competitive maniac who wants to bet on who can lift more weight at the gym.
☾ w.c: 4k
☾ pairing: bf!jungkook x fem!reader
☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
☾ genre: smut, established relationship.
☾ warnings: praise kink, blowjob, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, name calling (daddy...), they kind of switch, ass slapping  (3 times) and pussy slapping. and I think that's it
☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.
just to make it clear, this was part of a request, but my inbox is a bit buggy, and sometimes i start losing requests there, and this is an example of them 😭 but i screenshot every request, (or most of them), and i'll leave it here. so, this is for you, anon ���🥺 
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"Jungkook, I'm not betting on who lifts more weight with you," you roll your eyes, adjusting your black leggings. Jungkook stops behind you, hands on his hips, like a child who received an unfavorable response.
"Why not?" he asks.
"Because I simply don't want to," you shrug, grabbing your water bottle and heading to the dumbbell station.
"But..." he insists, pouting as he follows you.
"You know you can lift more weight than me; it's not fair," you grumble, making him hold two 9lbs dumbbells.
"In the arm, yes," he laughs with disdain, effortlessly picking up the weights. "But in the legs, no."
"And what do I get if, in the end, I manage to lift more weight than you?"
"Whatever you want," he shrugs, and you roll your eyes, taking the dumbbells from his hands. "What's wrong? Isn't that good enough?" Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
"Babe, you do everything I want without needing a stupid competition," you position yourself, shifting your hips back a bit and bending your knees, starting to do bicep curls.
Jungkook tries to persuade you with a mischievous smile. 
"Come on, just a friendly bet."
You laugh as you do the exercises. 
"Friendly? You turn into a maniac in competitions, Jungkook."
He makes a dramatic expression.
"But it would be fun, and I'd go easy."
"You always want to win, don't you?" you tease, feeling the strain in your muscles.
"It's not about winning; it's about enjoying the process," he replies, grabbing a dumbbell and joining you in the workout. You give an ironic laugh, watching him take double the weight you have, just proving your point.
"Not about winning?" you raise an eyebrow. "Jeon Jungkook, you really have the nerves to say that?"
Jungkook releases a confident laugh, shaking his head negatively as he effortlessly lifts the weight. Determined to prove your point, you leave your dumbbellson the floor.
"Ok, let's see," you grab the weights Jungkook was lifting, feeling them significantly heavier. Positioning yourself in front of the mirror, you lift them and realize it's exactly double your usual weight. You manage only three repetitions before feeling the strain.
"Too heavy, love?" he teases, and you roll your eyes, pushing through two more repetitions. "Let me show you how it's done. Watch and learn."
Approaching, Jungkook takes the dumbbells with a confident smile. He demonstrates a controlled set, showcasing his strength and endurance. You watch closely, acknowledging his skill as he completes the repetitions.
"See that?" he challenges, extending the dumbbells to you. "Now it's your turn, maybe you've learned something."
Accepting the dumbbells again, determined to overcome the weight difference and show Jungkook you can face the challenge, you take a deep breath. Lifting the dumbbells, you start the repetitions, feeling the resistance of the doubled weights.
Jungkook observes with interest, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and amusement. "That's it, babe, you're doing great!"
You smile, focused on your effort. At the end of the set, you lower the dumbbells with a sigh of relief but also with a triumphant smile. Jungkook applauds, genuinely impressed.
"Wow, maybe I underestimated a bit," he admits, smiling.
"Let's go for the leg press, babe" you suggest with a confident smile.
"But hey, I won this round," he insists.
You laugh, acknowledging his victory in the last bout.
"Alright, alright, I'll let you boast a bit. But now, in the leg press, I want to see how you handle the leg challenge."
Jungkook accepts the challenge with a determined look.
"Get ready to be impressed because I'm going to crush this leg press."
You both head to the leg press machine, ready for the next stage of the friendly competition. With confidence, you position yourself on the machine, setting a challenging weight of 300lbs. With determination, you complete 10 repetitions, demonstrating control and strength.
Giving space to Jungkook, you encourage him, "Come on, babe, show some strength in those quadriceps."
Jungkook accepts the challenge, adjusting the weight to match yours and positioning himself. He struggles a bit to start but manages the set with apparent ease.
"And now?" he asks with a playful smile.
"The next step is to see if you can surpass those 300lbs, my champion," you respond with a challenging smile.
"Surpass?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, let's do it."
Jungkook laughs and rolls his eyes, removing the white shirt he was wearing. You take a glance at his defined body, especially his abs, and shake your head.
"Well, I guess the competition has truly begun now," you comment with a mischievous smile, ready to take the workout to a new level.
Jungkook, now shirtless, takes his place at the leg press machine.
"Ready to see something impressive?" Jungkook teases, starting to adjust the weight on the machine.
"Yeah," you reply, watching him.
Jungkook smiles confidently. He begins the first repetitions, showing control and strength. You can't help but admire his determination and skill. As the challenge unfolds, Jungkook surprises by adding more weight, surpassing the 300lbs you had set.
"Wow, Jungkook, that was amazing," you praise, genuinely impressed. He winks at you, still smiling.
"Didn't I say I would crush it? Now it's your turn. Let's see if you can top that."
As you adjust the weight for your turn, you feel the significant difference but decide to give it a try anyway. The machine yields to the pressure of your quadriceps, and you manage a few repetitions before exhaustion sets in.
Jungkook, noticing your effort, encourages, "Go for it, love, you got this!"
Determined, you attempt a few more repetitions, but your muscles start protesting. With a sigh, you finally step back, letting the weights rest.
"Ugh, I guess you won this round," you admit, smiling despite the momentary defeat.
Jungkook approaches, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"You were amazing, don't worry."
After several machines and multiple unsuccessful attempts to beat Jungkook in weightlifting, you concede. With a light-hearted laugh, you confess:
"Well, I guess today is not my day to defeat the mighty Jungkook in weights."
He smiles, winking at you. "No problem, Y/N. I always knew I had an advantage when it comes to lifting."
"Oh, now you're bragging, huh?" you tease, pushing him lightly.
"Of course, it's all part of the fun," he replies, laughing and holding your wrists, pulling you close to him. "Are you giving up that easily?" he says in a husky tone, their bodies close.
"I wouldn't call it easy," you say, glancing at his lips. "But I'd rather watch you train shirtless than compete with you." You bite your lower lip.
"Oh, really?" Jungkook chuckles softly.
"Yeah," you shrug, maintaining a teasing gaze.
Jungkook smiles mischievously, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
"Well, in that case, I think we can wrap up the workout for today and focus on some more... interesting exercises."
You laugh, agreeing with a nod.
"I think that's the best idea we've had all day."
"But before that, I need to do 30 minutes of aerobic exercise," he said simply, heading towards the elliptical.
"What?" you choked. "You're kidding, right?" You hurried to stand in front of him, blocking access to the machine.
"No," Jungkook simply replied, putting his hands on your waist and moving you out of the way.
"There's no way I'm waiting for 30 minutes for you to do aerobic exercise," you pouted, sulking.
"You will," he retorted. "You know why?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow and looked at you challengingly. "Because I won, and you lost, so," he leaned in, lifting you and carrying you to the corner of the gym, and you let out a surprised scream. "You're going to sit there quietly, just watching me," he set you down. "Wasn't it you who said you'd rather see me working out shirtless?"
"Jungkook, but..."
"But nothing, accept your defeat. Come on, sit pretty and well-behaved."
You sighed, giving in to his playful dominance. As you settled in the corner, Jungkook started his aerobic routine. The rhythmic movement of the elliptical showcased his athleticism, and you couldn't help but appreciate the view. Despite the initial protest, you found yourself captivated by the sight of him breaking a sweat.
Jungkook, aware of your gaze, shot you a cheeky grin between strides.
 "Enjoying the show?" he teased, increasing the machine's resistance.
Rolling your eyes, you couldn't suppress a small smile.
"You're so full of yourself, Jungkook, in another life, you must have been a peacock!"
He laughed and bit his lower lip, increasing the pace of his movements.
"Funny how you say that with a smile on your face."
As the minutes passed, Jungkook's energy remained unwavering. His determination fueled the aerobic exercise, and you couldn't deny the allure of witnessing his commitment to fitness. 
You scoffed, "You're just shamelessly enjoying the attention."
He chuckled, "Can you blame me? Winning feels good."
"Stop moaning while you exercise, Jungkook," you remarked with a smirk, playfully challenging his composed demeanor.
He shot you a surprised look, momentarily thrown off by your unexpected remark. 
"Maybe I'm just expressing my appreciation for a good workout," he retorted, maintaining his pace on the machine.
You rolled your eyes, knowing he was purposefully playing up the banter. "Sure, Jungkook, whatever helps you get through those 30 minutes."
As Jungkook concluded his aerobic exercise, he hopped off the elliptical machine, a satisfied grin on his face. You met his gaze, and the playful banter lingered in the air. He's dripping wet from sweating. 
"Well, that was invigorating," Jungkook commented, toweling off some of the sweat from his forehead.
You chuckled, "Invigorating or an excuse to show off?"
"A bit of both, perhaps," he admitted with a wink. "Now, how about we continue this energy at our apartment? Maybe you'll have a chance to redeem yourself."
You shook your head in amusement. "You're relentless, Jungkook."
He grinned, "Well, it's a shame to let all this energy go to waste."
You both took the private elevator and headed to your apartment floor. As soon as you passed through the door, Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. The soft glow of the apartment greeted you as the door closed behind. 
"Still upset about losing, huh?" he teased.
You chuckled, swatting playfully at his arm. "Maybe a little, but let's not forget who needs a shower."
He feigned innocence. "Oh, do I?"
You shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. "You're practically dripping sweat, Jungkook. A shower is a must."
He sighed dramatically. "Fine, I'll take a shower, but only if you promise not to be too disappointed by my absence."
Rolling your eyes, you replied, "Just go, Jungkook. I'll be right here."
"Can I eat first?" he pleaded, his bright doe eyes staring at you.
"Jungkook!"
"Please?"
"Okay, fine. Eat quickly, and then I'll shower first," you conceded, unable to resist his puppy-eyed persuasion.
Jungkook flashed a triumphant smile, and you couldn't help but shake your head at his antics. While he headed to the kitchen to satisfy his hunger, you made your way to the bathroom.
As you undressed, your mind replayed the scenes from the playful competition at the gym. You couldn't help but recall Jungkook's cheeky grins, the sweat cascading down his defined muscles, the sculpted contours of his abs, and the focused expressions of his face during the workout. The rhythmic noises of his exertion lingered in your memory. Once under the warm water, you let the fatigue from the gym wash away. 
Exiting the shower, you found Jungkook waiting in the living room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. His playful grin suggested that he had enjoyed his impromptu meal.
When Jungkook went to take his shower, you decided to playfully surprise Jungkook. Silently, you slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind you, the sound masked by the running water. The steam in the room hinted at the warmth of the shower, Jungkook, still unaware of your presence, continued his shower routine. The rhythmic sounds of water and his occasional hums created a harmonious melody. You couldn't resist a soft smile as you  hear him singing a tune under his breath.
As the water eventually turned off, you stifled a giggle, knowing that Jungkook would soon discover your presence. Jungkook stepped out of the shower, only to be met with you leaning against the sink, a playful smile on your lips. As he locked eyes with you, your gaze traveled from top to bottom, and he widened his eyes in surprise. Running his hands through his wet hair, droplets of water scattered, some landing on you.
"Jungkook!"
"What? Spying on me?" he teased, his voice carrying a playful tone, mirroring the amusement in your eyes.
You laughed, leaning forward to wipe off a stray water droplet from your cheek. 
"Just making sure you're not getting too comfortable without an audience," you replied with a mischievous grin.
"Well, I must say, I'm loving this post-gym routine" he quips, grabbing his white towel.
You smirked, teasingly asking, "The routine of exercising or the routine of me watching you shower?"
Jungkook feigned innocence, wrapping the towel around his waist after running the towel through his wet hair and his face. "Can't I enjoy both?"
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. 
"You're incorrigible, Jungkook."
He grinned, standing up. 
"Guilty as charged."
Jungkook glanced at you, his gaze warm and appreciative. 
"You know, even though you lost our little competition at the gym, you looked incredibly hot doing it."
You playfully swatted his arm. 
"Flattery won't change the fact that you won."
He laughed, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 
"I enjoy winning, but more than that, I enjoy spending time with you."
"You know what else you'll like?" you say, arching your eyebrow and hooking your index finger in the towel he had just placed around his waist. He gives a cynical laugh, biting his bottom lip. 
"What?" he asked in a husky tone of voice, with your body inches away from each other.
"The blowjob you're going to get, just because you're so fucking hot" you stare at him, batting your eyelashes and projecting your lips while talking.
"Just because I'm fucking hot?" he repeated, amused, looking down as you knelt with your eyes fixed on him. 
"Yeah" you shrug with a tone full of false innocence. You blink your eyes quickly as you begin to pump his cock as he rests both hands on the edge of the sink for support. Jungkook tilted his torso and you ran your tongue between your lips and continued running your fingers up and down his cock. Jungkook now, with his head tilted back, his jaw set and you could barely reach his eyes. His dick was getting hard in the palm of your hand, making you smile in satisfaction. 
Then, you start to lick his balls, passing your tongue between them and involving with your mouth, sucking them one by one, making Jungkook shudder and curse without the slightest meaning in a high tone of voice. You hadn't stopped the movement with your hand, on the contrary, you continued at a more intense pace. As soon as you left his balls covered in drool, you ran the tip of your tongue from the base of his dick to the head, vigorously licking all of Jungkook's dick, who grunted, looking at you as soon as your lips hugged his tip. Your voluminous lips sucked and licked the area, with your gaze fixed on Jungkook's, who now looked at you too, almost asking for mercy. And out of pity you understood how to swallow him whole.
You did, earning a growl from Jungkook. An almost animalistic sound, but as his dick entered your mouth, you didn't even care about it. You moved your head back and forth and he took one of his hands to your hair and helped you move it. 
"Fuck, how do you do that, hm?" he mumbled as you swallowed him. You rolled your eyes in response, feeling him deep down your throat as he forced your head against his cock, making your mouth fucked exactly how he wanted. You choke, your eyes filling with tears. 
“Easy, babygirl” he says in a sweet tone of voice and you look at him, tears flowing, your lungs begging for air and you coughing as his dick chokes you. "Just hold on for a little while for Daddy." 
You force your eyelids tight and now your face is a wet mess of drool mixed with tears and Jungkook is forcing his hips further into your pharynx and you are breathing through your nostrils. A few more seconds and he moves his hips away, making you open your mouth and receive the air you so desperately needed. Jungkook lets out a dirty laugh that you just hear and your throat hurts as he pulls your chin so you can look at him.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, running his thumb across your swollen lips. You nodded and Jungkook made you stand up, facing him. His fingers now wrap around your neck, and he gives it a light squeeze, making you sigh. Jungkook stares at you, brimming with carnal desire and you knew why you were too. He touches you gently, his fingertips brushing your face. 
“Go ahead and wait for me on our bed” he orders and you obey. As soon as you walk towards the door, turning your back to Jungkook, you feel a slap on your butt. You look at him over your shoulder and Jungkook smiles, satisfied, walking behind you.
You give him a look of false indignation, but he speeds up his steps and grabs your waist, making you stick to him. Jungkook rubs his hips against your ass and you feel his hard cock in you, making you sigh.
"Can't you wait?" you tease in a low tone. 
"Can you?" he whispers in your ear, taking his hand inside the shorts you were wearing, reaching your panties and fingering your pussy, right there, halfway between the bathroom and the bedroom. 
You sigh when he starts to make circular movements on your clit. Jungkook's mouth brushes your ear and he moans your name softly, making your legs turn into jelly. 
"Jungkook." 
He lets go of you, making you snort and look at him again, in a silent indignation that makes you walk faster to the bed. You turn towards him, now completely naked, while he watches you with a predatory smile. You call him with your index finger and when he approaches, pressing your naked bodies together, you push him onto the bed. 
"Make yourself comfortable," you say in an authoritative tone, looking at him and giving a low laugh, now speaking in a velvety tone, "daddy."
Jungkook frowned and looked at you with a certain anger, finding you petulant, but he obeyed without blinking, sitting on the bed with his thighs apart and his right hand holding his own cock, pumping it. 
“For God’s sake, Y/N.” 
“Shhhh,” you say, bringing your index finger to your lips as you climb onto the bed. "Now you're going to lose your attitude as a competitive little boy who wins everything, okay?" 
He smiles, running his tongue over his lips and biting his piercings.
"OK." he agrees to your surprise. 
“Yeah,” you say softly. "good boy." 
Jungkook laughs ironically at the petname, ready to question you, but you arch your eyebrow, ready to cut him off. He understands and gives up.
You position yourself on top of him, still with your hips apart and your legs flexed, your knees resting on the mattress, you turn onto your back, then, with your hair falling and cascading down your back, while you fit Jungkook's dick into your your entry. 
"You know, that's so dirty" he muttered. 
"Is this a complaint?" you ask, contracting your muscles around the head of his cock. 
"No," he purred, groaning afterwards.
"That's what I thought" you throw your hips back and rest your hands on the mattress, lowering your body and making Jungkook enter you completely inside you with ease, after all, you were dripping with lust. You moan and so does he, in unison, filling the entire room. 
You start to ride his dick with both hands resting on the mattress, your head thrown back and your ass bouncing on his lap at speed. Your ass hitting his thighs like a whip and he moans slyly, desperately, with his hands touching your back, your waist, your ass, your hair. You didn't even know how many hands touched you anymore, first because you couldn't see anything that was happening due to your position and then because of Jungkook's desperation who simply touched you everywhere. You stuck your ass towards him, giving Jungkook a great view of your pussy swallowing his dick, and his eyes were fixed on the scene, even if you couldn't see it, you knew he was mesmerized by the way he moaned loudly. .
“That’s why I work out my legs, Jungkook” you say, amidst moans. "To ride your big cock." 
He doesn't respond, just slaps both sides of your ass. You smile at the answer, it was exactly what you expected. Your movements become rhythmic, until you feel a little muscular fatigue and you leave your torso erect, sitting completely on his dick, leaving Jungkook inside you and rolling around, resting your legs while your hips make wave movements and Jungkook grumbles with lust, squeezing your ass hard. 
"Y/N..." he whimpered the moment you contracted around him, squeezing him with the walls of your pussy. 
You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled, biting your lip. 
"What it was?" you arch your eyebrow, teasing. "Is it bad, daddy?" 
He growls, intertwining the strands of your hair in his hand and pulling you close, placing your back against his chest and his mouth on yours, giving you a fierce, clumsy kiss. Jungkook bites your bottom lip hard and you're the one who groans now, mainly because, after that, he takes his hand to your clit and starts to stimulate you, making you squirm on top of his lap. 
"Who's in charge here?" he whispers.
“I am” you challenge him. 
He laughs and lifts you off his lap with ease that leaves you without understanding what had happened. Before you could reason, you were face up on the mattress, with your legs spread around Jungkook's hips and he was thrusting his dick inside you, with his arms resting next to your head and his movements strong and deep. 
"Who's in charge here?" he repeated. 
"You are." 
He smiles satisfied, without stopping his movements. He hit you deep and you were completely beside yourself with the movement he made and how agile he was with his hips. Jungkook looked at you with sharp, lustful eyes and you could barely maintain eye contact because you were so horny. 
It didn't take long for him to grab your thighs tightly and rest your legs on his shoulders, leaving you even more exposed and making his movements easier. Jungkook was now going deep and stretching your tight pussy like it was nothing. The expressions he wore were very similar to the ones he made when working out, but now he was melting in pleasure. However, equally concentrated.
Your hips were slamming against each other quickly, you were a morning non-stop mess, so is he. 
He looked at you intensely, his dick hitting your g-spot with precision due to its position. 
“Jungkook, I don’t…” you said, squirming beneath him. He smiled.
"Jungkook?" 
“Daddy, I’m almost cumming” you groaned, and he smiled larger, slapping your pussy with two of his fingers. 
Your pussy clenching around him, his dick moving in and out with ease and his fingers on your clit, stimulating you nonstop. You swear you could see stars before cumming and making him completely wet. 
Jungkook gave a satisfied laugh and his mess made him go deeper as the noises of Jungkook moving in and out of his pussy became even louder.
Jungkook thrust a few more times, each time even deeper. You were already screaming when he started to cum inside you, feeling him throbbing non-stop and his jets of cum warming you up and painting you completely white. Jungkook thrust a few more times before pulling out of you, dripping with sweat, just like you.
You both were breathing heavily, but he let go of your legs and lay down on top of you, brushing the strands of hair out of your face and kissing your neck in a delicate way. You fingered his back and your sweat came together as he caressed your cheek.
"I need to beat you more often if it means we end up like this." he whispers.
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Researching Characters so you don't have to Part 1: Hobie Brown & His Accent
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Art above IS NOT MINE! Click for the link to the original art! Artist: @Jay19
A lot of people write Hobie Brown like Tom Holland, but this just isn't accurate if you want to write a good fan fiction. Hobie is a homeless black teen from the 70s, who was born in Cambridge, and is also a punk. He's not gonna sound like Aaron Warner or Tom Hiddleston. Just because he has a British accent doesn't mean he's going to sound like your average British movie star.
British English is a dialect, not technically an accent. An accent is how someone pronounces words, while a dialect includes pronunciations, but also includes general vocabulary and grammar. This means that despite Hobie speaking English, he won't use the same vocabulary that American-English speakers use, so if you write him that way it won't be accurate.
The British accent that most people are used to is called Received Pronunciation, which is considered the "upper-class" British Accent. However, Hobie does not have a a Received Pronunciation accent. He's cockney. They do not sound the same as upper-class British people, and have a completely different set of vocabulary.
How do you write a cockney accent?
Rule 1: Never pronounce the "H"
For example, house becomes 'ouse. Hat becomes 'at. Hello becomes 'Ello. By writing the words with an apostrophe in place of the "h", it would read more accurately.
Rule 2: -ing becomes -in
For example, running becomes runnin'. Helping becomes 'elpin' (because both the h and the g are silent). Walking becomes walkin'. Those speaking in a cockney accent don't pronounce the "g" part of the ending -ing.
Rule 3: Words starting with "th-" are usually replaced with "f-"
For example, thing becomes fing. This becomes fis. However, don't overdo it. If you write out every word starting with an f, it'll become difficult to read. Only do it if you're trying to enunciate some words over others. Even if you're trying to write an accent, it should still be comprehensible.
There's other rules as well, but these were the main three I saw during my research!
How do you write a cockney dialect?
Cockney rhyming slang
Hobie consistently uses Cockney rhyming slang in ATSV. For example, he calls Miles, "Peter Pan" which is Cockney rhyming slang for "Little man". Using Cockney rhyming slang can make your writing seem more authentic
Some other examples are "Apples and pears" for stairs. "bees and honey" for money, etc. You can google other ones for any words you want to use!
As always research is your best friend, so while writing Hobie, make sure to have another page open with lots of slang and other words available for you to use in your writing to make your character sound as authentic as possible!
Note: I'm not cockney nor British, so if you see any mistakes with my writing, please let me know <3
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 🩷 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Summary : Lucifer and reader get invited to Ozzie and Fizz's wedding, and Lucifer has a surprise planned at the end
✩ type : fluff
✩ warnings : a bit of suggestive language <3
a / n : I saw two Twitter posts and the idea came fast tbh ; sorry if there are some grammar mistakes I forgot to fix ; this is my first story and post so I hope you'll enjoy <3
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"Lucifer! Lucifer!" The sound of excited steps echoed through the lonely halls of Lucifer's castle. You excitedly barged into his rubber duck filled office holding an envelope. "Woah Woah love! What's the rush? " Stopping in front of your boyfriend you smiled, jumping up and down. "Lucifer you won't believe what we got!" You handed him the paper, that has been opened once, smiling and gesturing him to open it again. Lucifer looked at the envelope closely. " 's from Ozzie? You nodded. "Mhm!"
Opening the envelope, Lucifer took out the latter and it's- , an invitation? "An invitation? To what?" Lucifer looked at you seeing your smile became wider and your eyes were sparkling. Lucifer looked at the invitation reading it closely. You quietly laughed at his eyes becoming wider by the second. "Ozzie getting married?!? Well, that's certainly something I'd never thought I'd catch in this life. Hm, seems like the wedding is next week" "I know! Isn't it great! It's gonna be so fun- oh, I forgot, are you ok with getting out love? If it's too much we can stay home, I don't mind" "Are you kidding? This is the first time I'm actually excited in my boots for something! Besides it's Ozzie. He's, well, he's my best friend, kind of. So I can at least go to his wedding as a sorry for not talking to him as we usually would do" You smiled at your lover sweetly. "That's so sweet of you Lucifer" You said while kissing his forehead. At that he smiled. "Well, I guess someone should go search for some matching outfits for us don't you think?" His face became a tint of pink at the sight of your eyes lighting up. "Matching?! Really?! You bet! Let your girlfriend take care of this" You gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning around and running to another room.
Lucifer made sure you were far enough before he slowly closed his office doors. "Oh my golly, oh my golly! Ok Lucifer calm down, you already discussed this with Ozzie, it's gonna be ok you definitely got this don't panic. . . OH WHO AM I KIDDING I'M PANICKING RIGHT NOW!!" He took his phone and started texting Ozzie, searching for some sort of support from his friend. While walking in circles around his office, Lucifer looked at the little box hidden well from your eyes in his office.
The week has passed quite fast, you and Lucifer were getting more and more excited for what was about to come. In the morning of the wedding, you were in yours and Lucifer's room, preparing the outfits you were about to wear. In the other room Lucifer was tapping his feet on the floor nervously, thinking about the surprise he had planned for you. He remembers well when he went to Ozzie for support, telling him his idea. The sin of Lust was more than happy to help, suggesting Lucifer to wait for the right time. Never in a million years did Lucifer think that, Ozzie would text him and say that his wedding is the perfect time. He found it weird. He felt bad too. His friend was good at heart, but a part of him felt bad for accepting his idea despite the fact that this was not about him, but his friend. "Lucifer! Come on we have to get ready! No time to waste!" He laughed at the sound of your voice, forgetting his thoughts from earlier.
As he entered the room, he saw you searching through your drawers. You lifted your head and looked at him. "There you are! Come on Lu, get dressed will you? We have a lot to do besides getting dressed" "And that would be what, my love?" "Well your hair and makeup of course! You're the king of hell, you need to look nice remember that" Lucifer laughed, this was one of his favorite ways of you showing you loved him. Always making sure he looks good when he goes out. He loved that about you. Lucifer went to pick up his outfit. He saw you choose two suits, he remembered you mentioning that dresses weren't for you. He would always disagree. Both of the suits were red with gold and just a bit of white, since white is worn by the married couple. The red suit didn't look too different from his regular one, just that he would have to wear a white and gold shirt beneath it. Your suit, was also a red one with a long tailcoat, Lucifer thought that it's so that he could represent the back of a dress, as the back of his suit was straight, yours had a wavey back. The fact that Lucifer would finally wear matching outfits with you brought a red color to his cheeks.
After a while, you both were ready to go. Lucifer was missing his hat ( also complaining about it ) as you had your hair styled in an "elf way" you said to Lucifer after you did it ( Lucifer never understood your movie references ), tied in a very nice pin with roses and an apple ( gift from the king himself ). "I guess you're ready no?" You nodded taking his hand as the Lucifer tapped the cane on the ground and teleported to you at the location of the wedding. And oh my were you stunned.
You never knew hell had a forest before. Well, you've figured the wedding will be in a hidden place. Lucifer told you once the fact that not many people knew about Ozzie's relationship with an imp, he has told you that the sins and royal princes were looked down on if that were to happen. That made you question if you were enough for him lots of times. "My my is that Lulu I see?!?" Looking in front of you, you saw a yellow fox with wings with a neon light to replace her stomach. "Boy I haven't seen you in years! How 've ya been?" Lucifer smiled at her. "Well, I couldn't miss this even if I wanted right? Oh! Right! Ahem. Love, this is Beelzebub! I've told you a lot about her remember?" "OMG! Is this your new girlfriend? Girl you are adorable! Call me Bee, you're like, my bestie now. What's your name?" "I'm Y/N! It's nice to finally meet you Bee!" "You're absolutely gorgeous, I like love your voice! You should definitely come to my parties one time!" You laughed. If she was like that, you couldn't wait to meet Asmodeus for the first time. "Now you two lovebirds come on! You both have to meet the crew!" You looked at Lucifer. He was nervous, he never was the kind to be around people. You put a reassuring hand on his shoulder smiling. He smiled back. "I'll be fine, don't worry my duckling" He smiled and took your hand following Bee inside. The inside was very pretty too. You haven't been to a wedding since forever, you enjoyed it. It wasn't a surprise there weren't many people. Bee was gesturing you and Lucifer to come, you've both gone to her, as you were walking, you saw two other hellhounds on both of Bee's sides, a group of little imps and two goetias. You had to remind Lucifer about the beauty of hell after this. "Ok now you guys, this right here, is my boyfriend Vortex, and this here is my favorite person ever Loona! You'll love them once you get to know them!" "Hello you two! Nice to meet you!" You said while Lucifer nodded and gave a small wave. "Nice to meet ya too your majesty" "Yo" Your majesty? Well that's new. "No ,uh, please don't call me that! Me and Lucifer we are not engaged so I'm not really the queen" You couldn't miss how all three smiled at each other after you've said that. Did you say something funny? While looking at them you failed to notice Lucifer's red face next to you.
"So you're the king of hell's new bitch huh? I'm Blitz! And I'm the leader of the imp! And these two lovebirds behind me are M&M. Actually, Millie and Moxxie. And that there is my lovely daughter Loona! Hi Loonie!" "ADOPTED" "Lucifer. Lucifer they are adorable what the actual hell" "You think so? Well, I can't argue with you I guess"
You couldn't keep it, the little imps were absolutely adorable! The gotia demons too! Stolas and his daughter Octavia were very nice , you found it relaxing to stay around them. Although, you've been meaning to ask if Stolas is ok, he always seemed to be tired and sad.
The rest of the night was absolutely amazing! You swore you'd never forget it. Not even the fact that you and Lucifer were asked to be the man and lady of honor in the last moment! Looking at the couple, you were thinking, what if you and Lucifer were in that place? Here in hell, with these people at your wedding. You wished it could be you indeed, but, you were happy for them. These kind of things weren't too common in hell, heck they don't happen at all actually! Seeing this, you hoped Lucifer would see the good part in hell.
As the night went on you noticed that everyone started on getting more and more excited, and Lucifer, more and more...frustrated..? Why was that? What's happening? Is there something you should know? "Alright everyone! Listen up!" You looked in the direction of where the voice was coming from, it was Fizz's. "I'm throwing this flower bouquet, so let's see who's the lucky bitch that'll catch it!" ONE - everyone was getting ready - TWO - everyone's on their position - THREE!! GO!!!" "I got it I got" "Nuh uh! I do! " As Blitz and Bee were fighting, forgetting about the bouquet, you watched it carefully, closer, closer, and - "I GOT IT I GOT IT! HAH! YES! I GO - why is everyone looking at me like that?" You turned back at everyone, noticing everyone looked at you smiling softly, or, at something.. behind you? "Why is everyone - ohmydear" Turning behind you, you saw him. Lucifer was behind you, on one knee, looking at you with a soft smile. "Y/N, I know this is really sudden but, you've been beside me for a long time, you've helped me through my problems, supported me and took care of me. I love you so much, I really really do, so will you please...make me the happiest man in hell and, marry me?" You could see it, he was crying, as he opened the box that revealed a beautiful golden ring, you looked at him with your hands over your mouth, you could not, not cry. You nodded, sobbing loudly running in Lucifer's arms and hugging him tightly. "Yes, a hundred times yes, Lucifer I love you!" "Me too, me too my love. You have no idea" He took your face in his arms and kissed you. "LET'S FUCKING GO SHE SAID YES YEEAAAHHHH!!" EVERYONE OPEN THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES!" You and Lucifer laughed at the sight of Bee, Blitz, Ozzie and Fizz laughing and screaming at the news. Millie, Moxxie and Stolas were beyond happy, Millie hugged you while Stolas was staying besides Lucifer, congratulating him for it.
You all knew?" "Well yeah! We all helped him actually, man was he a big ball of stress and anxiety. But hey he did it! Yes! Finally! Man I'm SO HAPPY! Let me be your lady of honor pleeeeaaase?" "Of course Bee!" "Sooo, when's the wedding?" You looked at Lucifer"Yeah, when is it?" "How about next month? YOU'RE ALL INVITED NO ONE ELSE THOUGH! "YYEAAAAHHHHH"
They were happy, all of them. You squished Lucifer's hand. "Thank you, Lucifer" "No love, I thank you, I think the wedding will go well, don't you?" "Yeah - you said watching everyone party like at the beginning of the party - yeah me too" You turned at Lucifer and kissed him lovingly as he returned it.
Once the party ended, you both went to bed and cuddled next to each other. And as Lucifer whispered a love you, after you did the same you both fell asleep, the moonlight reflecting in you and Lucifer's golden rings.
a / n : let me know if you guys want a part 2 with Lucifer and the reader's wedding! <3
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pairing(s): chad meeks-martin x fem!reader
summary: in which you think there's something wrong with you because no guy can make you cum and your best friend chad proves you wrong. based on a request by @menlvrr who simply asked for a pussy eating fic but i constantly go overboard so this is longer than i expected and it kind of sucks don't judge me. ( also thanks for requesting )
warning(s): adult content, no spoilers, porn with a smidge of plot, pussy eatinggggg, shy & inexperienced!reader, fluff and unedited work with guaranteed grammar mistakes because i can't spell.
© msgorillagripcoochie , do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work
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"We don't have to if you don't want to." Chad leans over you, his hands by your thighs kneeling on the bed. You shift picking at the hem of your sleep shirt, you're nervous "I can leave now and we can pretend this never happened."
"No, I want to." You shake your head clearing your throat "I'm just scared." You weren't scared of Chad of course, you trusted him with your life.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he smiled at you "Of what?" You shrug "What if I don't-" You lean forward whispering like it's a bad word "-cum?"
"If you don't cum?" He repeats your cheeks heating up hearing it come from his mouth, you bury your face in your hands.
"What if there's something wrong with me?" Your voice is muffled by your hands but he hears you just a clear shaking his head "There's nothing wrong with you, I know it." He tells you "Plus, I'm the master at this." He joked trying to help you ease your nerves. You believed him of course about being a master at this, you had heard stories from girls that had dated Chad but what if he couldn't do it? What if there was actually something wrong with you?
He carefully pulls your hand away from your face meeting your pretty eyes "Let's just take it slow, you tell me if you want me to stop."
"Okay." You breathe dropping your hands by your sides. He leans closer "Can I kiss you?" You realize in that moment that, that was the first time that anyone had ever asked to kiss you. They usually just did it and it was always up to you on whether you wanted to push they away or not but he asked you.
"Yeah." You nod again as his hand slid to cup your face kissing your lips. It's soft and tender, you had never kissed Chad before but it was better than you ever could imagine. You're hesitant at first to reciprocate his soft touch but you find yourself following his movements, your lips moving against his.
He dropped his hand to your side cradling your body slowly guiding you to lay onto your back as he towered over you.
You placed your hand on his chest gripping at his t shirt when he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue pushing against yours. He finds himself sliding your shirt up a little but before he moves to fast he pulls back. His breathing heavy as yours was "You okay?"
"Yeah."
"You'll tell me if I'm doing something wrong, right?"
"Of course." You promised with your cute little smile. Truthfully Chad had always liked you more than he should've but he had never had the balls to make the first move but now he was here with you way passed the 'first move' and all he could think about was how the universe was on his side.
"Can I?" He asked rolling the material of your shirt between his fingers and you nod. Slowly he drags the shirt up your legs, his fingers tracing over you hip. It feels dirtier than it should, he's barely touching it but goosebumps are covering your skin. He stops lifting the shirt just under your breasts.
He kisses your forehead before he slides down your body. His breath fans against your belly, his eyes flickering up to yours before he places a kiss just above your belly button, his tongue dragging lightly against yours skin.
You tried to keep your breathing steady as he placed wet kisses along your waist just above your panties. He leaned back for a moment, his fingers brushing against the top of your panties before slowly sliding down over your wet center through the material.
You gasp softly as his fingers ghost over you. He's sweet leaning forward to press a kiss against the wet material, one arm hooking around your thigh to hold your hips when they jerked up
"I'm sorry." You apologized looking up at the ceiling embarrassed that you were acting this way.
"It's okay." He chuckled "It's okay to want me to touch you." He reassured you placing another kiss over the fabric before rubbing his thumb over your clit. A quiet whimper escaped your lips, he grins at the sound placing soft kisses on your inner thigh.
He could hardly keep his hands──and mouth── off of you. His places his large hand over your belly to hold you in place, he drags his tongue over your panties tasting you. He groans at your taste doing it once more. You're embarrassed by the way your thighs are shaking by his head but he doesn't, he loves how reactive you are to his touch.
His fingers hook around the side of them "I'm going to take these off, is that fine?"
"Yeah." You answered in a small whisper, he's careful dragging them down your skin, you raised your hips to help him. Your wetness sticking to the making him so much harder in his jeans. "Fuck."
He places your panties beside you on the bed just incase you change your mind about this. He brushes his lips along the tops of your thighs before pecking your skin as he slowly pushes your thighs open.
He groans into your skin at the sight of your wet center, you were sure you were embarrassingly wet despite the fact he had barely touched you. "God, you're gorgeous." He leaned forward just about to drag his tongue through your folds but you sat up on your elbows "Wait." He stopped immediately looking up at you "You okay? You want me to stop? "
"No just-" You cleared your throat "Could you hold my hand? You don't have to I mean-" he cuts off your nervous rambling reaching up and holding your hand in his "Of course."
He lets you move a bit getting comfortable, he intertwines your fingers, his other hand holding onto your thigh. He's delicate placing a kiss on your clit before pushing his warm tongue through your folds, a gasp escaping your lips. He repeats the actions before swirling his tongue around your clit. A loud moan escapes your lips but you quickly bring your hand up to cover your mouth.
He says something you don't hear for a moment but he repeats your name "Yeah?"
"I wanna hear you." It makes your cheeks heat up, he's serious you can tell from the way he looks at you and slowly just for him you uncover your mouth. He dives back almost pushing himself deeper into you. He focuses on your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves, his tongue pressed against it swirling around it.
"Oh my gosh." You whimper your hand dropping to the back of his head, your other squeezing his hand. He squeezes it back in response.
He's trying to be sweet, soft, he really is but you, god, you drive him fucking crazy and all too quickly he's getting rough as he delivers hard sucks to your clit, mouthing at your pussy.
You're in shambles and you should be embarrassed by the way he's got you on the edge but you can't. Chad swears this is the most vocal he's ever heard you, you're sweet sounds echoing and it's downright sinful the way you could hear the way he's eating you out, the way he slurps and licks at you like a man starved.
Ever so often his eyes flicker up to your face to watch the way your beautiful face contorts in pleasure. He's surrounded by your smell and your moans and he wouldn't want it any other way.
You can't think, you're mind is gone and all you can think about is how good his tongue feels on you, he lets you grind against his face, lets you use him for your pleasure.
You're gonna cum you can feel it like waves taking you out to sea "Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum." Your words only encourage him more moves his head side to side to make sure you feel him devouring you everywhere.
You lose yourself falling over the edge but this time Chad is there to catch you, it isn't just you by yourself in your room. It's him with you.
You're on fire, burning up but he's there cooling you down with soft kisses across your skin and when you calm from your high. He sits up wearing your wetness on his face proudly "See, there's nothing wrong with you." He breathed smiling at you. "You doing okay?"
You nod slowly taking a breath "Thank you."
"Anytime." He kisses your cheek throwing himself on the bed beside you causing you to bounce a bit. There's an unspoken question of where you two go from here but after a few beats of silence that isn't the question you asked "Can I take you up on that offer?"
His eyebrows furrowed looking at you "What?"
"You said anytime, can I take you up on that offer?" He smirked "Right now?" You nodded "Right now."
He hesitated for a moment soaking in your words before laughing and leaning over to kiss you "Hell yeah."
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a/n: im a little iffy about this fic but i know my chad lovers are lacking content rn so im trying my best. once again not proofread because i hate editing. IF YOU LIKED AND WANT MORE COMMENT OR REBLOG AND FEEL FREE TO REQUEST.
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lovetei · 8 months
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Can you write about the demon brothers reacting to MC attempting to flip a bottle and land it but before they do they say,
“If I land this, I’ll kiss Solomon.”
And when questioned why they had that very specific condition they respond with,
“Because I know I won’t land it.”
(Spoiler alert: They do land it and they’re like, “oh…anyways! Solomon wanna make out?”)
Idk why my brain thought of this but here
This have been in my drafts for ages... I'm sorry if this took so long... :')
I'll try to finish as much project and requests as I can promise :)
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MC playing filp the bottle except if they landed it, they go make out with Solomon
Warnings: Grammar errors, not proofread
Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters
Links: Masterlist
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LUCIFER:
He's sitting in his desk doing the usual
Work, eat, work, sleep
And you're there
Sitting in the floor like a child he needs to babysit
"Hey, Lucifer."
"What?"
"If I land this flip I'm making out with Solomon-"
What flip?
There won't be any bottles to flip when he shot that plastic bottle with whatever dark energy that is stored inside him.
You just looked at the plastic bottle you're playing with that is now stuck in the wall with a black shadow pinning it.
You looked at Lucifer and he's looking back at you like he didn't do anything
"Ha, MC... Why would you even want that shady sorcerer near you? Asking such specific consequences..." He sighed.
And you responded with a giggle
"I only said that because I know you won't let me land it."
Oh...
I guess he fell for his darlings trap again.
Hey what are you doing?
Where did that bottle came from?
You have another one?!
Why, are you going to flip it?!-
IT LANDED?!
You grabbed your phone to call Solomon and asked him something but
But before you can even dial his number the same thing that happened to the bottle happened to your phone.
"What are you grabbing MC?" He asked as if he didn't just ruin your phone.
MAMMON:
You saw this flip the bottle challenge online when the two of you went to get some things from the human world
And you both decided to make it a trend in the Devildom
But of course you need to be unbeatable to this game first before letting others know about this
So you're in his room, continuously practicing
"If I land this you'll ask for Lucifer's credit card."
"If I land this I'm making out with Solomon."
Fine!-
Wait what?
What did you just say?
The bottle he just threw stopped mid air and the bottle you threw was stopped
It was about to do a perfect land but suddenly,
Coincidentally, a random fire ablazed out of nowhere causing the wind to change and disrupt the landing of your battle
He looked at you in disbelief, his bottle still mid air
"Why did you ask for that..?" He asked his voice low as the bottle slowly descended.
"Because I know you won't let it land, Mammon." You laughed out slowly making him chuckle too
Of course he won't
He's your first man after all, and your kisses are strictly restricted for him and him only-
Did that bottle just landed?
Is that your bottle?!
YOU GRABBED HIS BOTTLE AND FLIPPED IT FOR YOURSELF?!
NU UH!
You better bet he's outside HOL waiting for that damn sorcerer like he's some criminal.
LEVIATHAN:
He's the hardest player to play with, to be honest
You don't know if he's good at this because he's a good player
If he's good at this because he can control the water
Or if he's good at this because he's just so lucky
You've been chanting the phrase "If I land this I'll make out with Solomon." For some time now
But the water just kept mysteriously moving mid air causing the bottle to lean sideways and fail to stand up
You look at Leviathan and he just avoided your gaze while sweating
So what you did is
You briefly kissed him on the cheek before saying the same phrase while his mind is lagging and you knew it
The bottle landed and he's just like "H-HWAH?!"
You're grabbing your phone..?
OH MY GOSH YOU'RE GRABBING YOUR PHONE!
"W-Wait MC!" He tried to stop you from 'calling' Solomon
Well, you're not calling him,
You just put the phone in your ear pretending to do so
"I-I'll make out with you instead, please?!"
Wait...
Why are you grinni like that..?
W-Wait!
SATAN:
This bottle flip challenge is so stupid and so noisy
He just look at you with a book in his hands knowing damn well that the bottle won't land because the water is not enough
"If I land this I'll make out with Solomon!"
What?!
Oh wait, the bottle won't land.
He's nervous for a second he's glad he knows it won't land-
HOW THE FUCK?
Where did that water came from?!
Why is the bottle suddenly half full?!
"MC you little..." He frowned at you, the book no longer important to him
"What I flipped the bottle? It's just fair-"
What bottle are you talking about?
The bottle that is standing before you is now squeezed
And the water 'coincidentally' squirted just enough to have your phone broken
Just as he thought
The bottle wouldn't land.
ASMODEUS:
He's not actually playing with you, just watching you as he dries his nails
"Honey you've been flipping that thing since earlier, aren't your wrist tired?" He whined out.
You just shook your head
Not even bothering to verbally answer him
Except just continuing to flip the bottle
You then sighed before saying "If I land this, I'm making out with Solomon."
Oh?
Now he's invested~
Oh it landed?!
"Wah~ I want to flip it too!" He suddenly said before grabbing the bottle and flipping it himself
What, he flipped it in first try?
Wait why is his eyes glowing pink?
Did he control it
"Come on now, MC! Call Solomon and tell him he needs to make our with two people!"
Oh...
So that's how it is...
BEELZEBUB:
You're in the kitchen counter
Flipping bottles continuously since earlier
And he's just sitting in front of you on the other side of the counter
Watching you
"If I land this flip I'm making out with Solomon..!" You contracted
His eyes went wide
And before the bottle can even land you heard a crunch
"Tastes good."
Did he just take a bite out of the bottle?
THE BOTTLE?!
Well...
That's one way to solve it...
BELPHEGOR:
He's just trying to sleep peacefully...
Stop making so much noise with that damn bottle please!
He's burying his head on so many pillows
You think he can't even breathe anymore
So...
He can't hear you if you just whisper it right?
"If I land this flip I'm making out with Solomon..." You whispered to yourself.
Suddenly some tail hit the bottle and crashed it to the wall
Now there's a hole in the wall with a bottle stuck in it
"I just woke up MC... Don't mess with me." He said.
You just chuckled as you drop yourself on his bed.
You knew it.
Solomon won't stand a chance against a newly wake up Belphegor.
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heavenblvd · 1 month
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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.
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pairings — fem!reader and rafe cameron.
summary — after rafe takes your life, he tries to move on, and simply pretends he’s the one who didn’t do so. eventually, hauntings and truths will lay themselves out to remind rafe just how sickening he is.
warning tags — adult language. details of gruesome m*rder & m*rder itself. mentions of DV relationship, (brief) child ab*se & awful parents. talks of religion and god. reader’s pov from heaven (?? just stick w the program). rafe actually going more insane than usual. overall dark content.
author’s note — this is based on and inspired by ethel cain’s song ‘strangers’ and while this song has multiple interpretations to go by, i’m taking mine by the main and common one (just without the c*nnibalism!). this also gets super dark and depressing so if you cannot bear any of it, please click off! this also isn’t revised at all so my apologies for grammar mistakes.
likes, shares & reblogs are very much appreciated ⋆୨୧ ₊゚
you had tears in your eyes, body shaking to point you thought you’d convulse. you tried to be obedient by keeping in rafe’s secret of what he had done on that tarmac. he beat you to make sure you kept your mouth shut for good.
he said, “i’ll kill you if you say one word,” and it took enough fear to believe him, but you didn’t think that day would come.
murder is an evil thing, and everyone can attest to it. rafe murdered sheriff peterkin as if she was nothing, as if she was a problem in the way. bad enough, he let john b. routledge — one of your best friends — take the fall for it.
you continued to keep your mouth shut, but after rafe tried to invade the police, ward killing himself, you didn’t see a reason to keep quiet. ward was the only reason why rafe could stay out of prison, and now that he wasn’t around, you could speak.
your father preached every sunday to live by righteousness and good, to never let evil win.
rafe was that evil. he was the devil himself.
the devil that you danced with, let make love to you, kiss you, but also beat you until stars twinkled in your vision, and your breath kept getting caught in your throat.
your mother would be horrified to know that, your father too. but it was their fault in a way that you accepted this cruelty as love; your father, especially to blame.
if love is not meant to be hit at you, does it even exist? your father showed you that when he’d slap or punch you for falling out of line, but go to church the next day, and preach about being a good servant to god.
you wanted all evil out of your life. it was suffocating, it was drowning you.
rafe had to be eliminated first.
“you killed peterkin, and i’m tired of knowing it,” you said, picking up your car keys. “we are done, and i won’t even show up to your trial when you go down for it.”
rafe just stared at you appalled and puzzled, sitting on the edge of his bed. you were close to being far out enough to your car until strong, violent hand seized you.
you screamed and kicked, not being new to this routine, only knowing that he was going to harm you.
you could never predict that his violence would lead him to murdering you.
“let me go, rafe!” you screamed, being pulled inside, your pleas and cries echoing in the empty home.
expecting to be physically berated, you were being led downwards.
to the wine cellar basement.
and for once in a while, you prayed to god, and hoped he would finally listen to you this time. that he would save his child, and perform a miracle.
but a miracle never came as rafe manhandled you, pinning you down on the cement ground of the basement.
“shut the fuck up! stop crying!” he yelled, a solid punch coming to your cheek, and you yelped, an easy gush of blood rushing out of your mouth. “you’re a fuckin’ backstabber. after everything i’ve done for you, gonna treat me like that?”
you cried, shaking your head. “r—rafe, please! i’ll be good, i’ll stop!”
“don’t trust you, little one. can’t let you ruin everything,” rafe said, reaching for something out of his back pocket.
the more you fought back, the more angry he got; the more you fueled the fire that rested in his hands and body.
before you could let out another plead, a sharp pain was made into your abdomen.
rafe stabbed you — and he wasn’t planning on stopping there.
god wasn’t there. you would show up to his gates in this condition, and ask him why he let it happen. if god is real, why did he bear witness instead of saving you?
rafe doesn’t recall killing you.
he remembers grabbing, and dragging you down into wine cellar basement, but couldn’t be able to tell anyone what happened after that. all he knows your blood was quite literally on his hand, knife shaking in his grip.
your babydoll white dress was now stained with violence and scarlet red blood.
the sight should’ve made him sick, but it didn’t. he just stared at you, breathing heavy, and it didn’t strike him until a while later that he had killed you.
rafe cameron had killed the love of his life.
he only panicked when it came to how to dispose your body, take off any evidence that could trace back to him. he was more than willing to dump your body in the woods, let any gators eat at you for supper.
he tossed your body only hours later in the depths of the woods, and it didn’t take long until you were reported missing.
of course, he was questioned first. it was easy for him to play the concerned boyfriend, crying because he also hadn’t heard from you, saying he had been texting and calling you for hours.
your parents sobbed on the news and asking anyone to come forward with any information, that they’ll give up however much money for their child to come home.
rafe just stared numbly at the television screen, a cup of scotch in his hand.
your best friends, the pogues, sobbed for days, and even started a search party for you. rafe made sure to dig you levels down in those woods when the ground was wet enough to dig up, and cover you up.
sarah cameron had a feeling her brother had something to do with your ‘disappearance’ but it was only just a gut intuition, she couldn’t prove it. she always questioned why you got with her brother, always emphasizing how horrible and violent he was, but you would tell her, “you don’t know him like i do; you don’t know how much he loves me, and takes care of me.”
kiara knew how bad rafe was — for god sake, she momentarily went to the academy around the same time he was a senior. she knew he wasn’t destined to be a boyfriend, let alone even in a fucking relationship.
the boys of the group were beyond furious, the three wanting to round up and take ahold of rafe, beat some information out of him. but they knew you wouldn’t want that, and that rafe would easily get the police to arrest them.
however, months passed, and you slowly became a memory to not only the town, but to rafe himself. he went on with his days like nothing occurred, that he didn’t violently take the life of his girlfriend.
you weren’t on his mind anymore, and he didn’t have to worry about you anymore.
or so he thought.
karma and revenge go hand in hand together; they mingle and burst out, they make sure they arrive at the doorstep of the people who deserve it.
rafe always thought getting rid of you would avoid his downfall, but the murder of you was just the beginning of it all.
he slept peacefully like he had done for a while now, with him about to drown into a deep sleep. he rested with his hands laid atop of his stomach, comfortable and at solitude, a female whisper woke him up.
he peeked around, but saw no one. he assumed he was just sleep deprived and imagining things, his eyes closing again for sleep.
“do you feel sick yet?” the voice that sounded like yours came through, more clearer and visible. he shot up, and turned on his bedside lamp.
nothing. no one. not you.
why would he have to feel sick? you were gone, you were no longer a problem.
rafe shook it off, and was able to go back to sleep.
you were angry in the afterlife. you stared at rafe from heaven, trembling with rage and regret. a man you once loved, had acted as if you never existed. you adored him, and he disposed you like garbage.
you just wanted to be his, wanted him to tell you that you were his only; that he loved you as much as you did to him, that he would change and better himself for you.
that the violence would dissipate, and his rough hands would be nurtured with love and softness.
but no. that never came, and never would.
you were taunted by your murder, burning with the need to remind rafe of how sick he was.
your violent lover let you bleed before him, and without tending to your wounds or simply sitting with immediate regret, he soaked in his actions and dismissed it.
why couldn’t he be gentle? was him painting you blue and purple not enough? did he have to go as far as killing his lover to satisfy the disdain and vexation he held for you?
was that enough? was that enough to make you enough?
rafe’s nights slowly turned interrupted and sleepless. your voice was always there, and time to time, he thought he saw you standing in his bedroom, drenched in blood and with tears streaming down your face as you kept asking him, “do you feel sick yet?”
sick. not regretful. fucking sick.
sleep deprivation was catching up to him, making him more mean and angry than usual, more out of control.
the coke wasn’t even helping either, only making everything worse.
he was at barry’s trailer, snorting endless lines of the white powder, trying to shake off the sight of you from last night.
“country club, you good?” barry asked, and rafe didn’t respond. “you don’t seem well, bro.”
“just need this shit, okay?” rafe mumbled, separating another drop of cocaine. “just… just want to sleep, need it.”
barry didn’t want to push him with more questions, minding his own business as the blond haired boy snorted up excessive amounts of lines.
rafe ended falling asleep on his couch, barry mindlessly scrolling on his own phone as he laid down on his bed.
the cold air from the air conditioner ran around in the basement, making it more freezing and chilling than usual.
rafe could smell strawberry perfume, indicating you were around. he looked around, and saw nothing of you.
“where are you!” he screamed. “you can’t scare me, you bitch!”
“i’m not here to scare you,” you talked, rafe spinning around to find you perched in the corner of the basement. you careened closer, the dim light emphasizing on your mangled body.
rafe stared at your stomach, where immense stab wounds laid on it. he swallowed thickly, his breath shaking and jagged.
“do you feel sick?” you asked, and rafe looked up at you. he couldn’t move in this dream, he was paralyzed and a witness to your lacerated body.
nausea and despair washed over rafe, almost consuming him entirely.
you were finally face to face with him, your hair disheveled and bunched, face stained with tears and runny makeup, all for him to look at.
rafe could feel your physical touch, your soft hand grabbing his, and made his palm touch your abdomen. he almost fucking threw up.
you could see it, you could see he was wanting to vomit everywhere. “am i making you feel sick?” you asked, and rafe shivered, forcing his hand to put more pressure on your stomach, blood rushing out onto it. “am i making you feel sick?”
rafe screamed and lurched up, his eyes opening and alarming barry. “woah, what the fuck, rafe!” barry shouted, and rafe breathed rapidly, his heart thumping against his chest, a need to vomit.
rafe brought his face into his hands, trying to shake everything out of his hand.
your face, your touch, your blood — he felt it all. he was being reminded of you, when he didn’t want to.
barry kept asking him what was wrong, why he was crying, if he was okay, but all rafe could focus on was your voice asking, “am i making you feel sick?”
he was no longer immune to his destruction. he was becoming infected by it. you were a disease that he couldn’t treat, a parasite that ate at his brain.
he would never get rid of you — and you would make sure that he never did.
it was month seven without you, and you became a faded name to the outer banks. the only people who lived on to tell your name was your parents, and your best friends. the pogues carved your name into the chateau’s tree, a ceremonial bench placed at the high school.
your body or you weren’t ever discovered, but the police had listed you as deceased. you weren’t a runaway, you were eighteen, and had nothing to runaway for. when you couldn’t be traced anywhere on the grid, the police pronounced you dead, and that was that.
pictures of you and any sort of evidence remained in a cardboard box somewhere in the police station. you were left to rot in every way.
you were tired of being forgotten, but more exhausted that nobody knew that your boyfriend did this, and you probably weren’t going to be the first girl he killed.
rafe cameron needed to know what he did, and you wanted to do everything you could to make him drag himself to the police station, sit down, and say, “i killed her — and i enjoyed every fucking second of it.”
madness was becoming rafe. he was already an insane, depraved fuck before, but the lack of sleep and memories of the murder were catching up to him for good.
dark circles were around his eyes, hair greasy and messy, his body tired. he felt like he was going to snap any second.
he kept drinking, smoking weed and doing coke back to back, surprised that his heart didn’t give out yet.
a random exhaustion toll pushed over him, laying him down on the floor of his bedroom, and his eyes threatened to snap shut.
he didn’t want to sleep, he was afraid to. he was afraid to see you, with your bloody dress and sad face, making him touch your wounds.
rafe didn’t win the fight of sleeping, and he knocked out cold on his bedroom floor.
he wasn’t in the basement, he was in his bedroom, and he could hear your feet padding away to the front of the house, to your car.
oh, he was reliving the night. and he couldn’t stop. he couldn’t get out of the memory — he was facing everything.
he saw you bloody by his doorframe, and you tilted your head. “why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice sounding as if he was trapped in a void.
you only frowned. “so you know.”
like a reflex, rafe hurriedly rushed over to you outside before you could get away, seizing you away, and taking you to the basement.
he pinned you down to the ground, and screamed at you to stop crying, upset and angry you were willing to betray him when he did everything for you.
you were sobbing, but it became echoes and his ears rang, everything around him becoming silent except his own heavy breathing. he grabbed the knife that sat in his pocket, and he could see your eyes widen with fear to the sight of the object.
“rafe!” you screamed in the first stab. he hit you sharp and right in the abdomen.
he held his knife there for a second, like time was freezing him, and he felt a hot breath at the side of his face.
it was you.
“am i making you feel sick?” you asked, and rafe proceeded to stab you as you sobbed. you cried out his name, trying to fight away the knife, promising to be good and for him to stop.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
rafe couldn’t stop, he couldn’t control himself. he kept stabbing you as you screamed. he was a monster, with the inability to suppress his anger or violence.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
another stab.
“am i making you feel sick?”
a part you thought you were making him feel sick because of how mutilated your body was; that the body he was once desired, was now filling him with disgust. you wondered if how butchered you looked, was making him uncomfortable and sick. he didn’t deserve your concern, but it happened anyway. was it making him sick?
rafe wanted to cry, but couldn’t. he was revisiting the person he was in this moment, and could see life vanish from your eyes, death taking you away.
he took one last stab, and held it there like the first one. you kneeled in front of him, looking over at your corpse for a moment before your eyes settled into his raging ones.
he held prolonged eye contact with you as you inched your face close to his, but kept a safe distance. you placed your hand on top of his murdering one, and with a blank face, lastly asking him, “am i making you feel sick?”
rafe broke eye contact with you to look at your deceased body, and realized and remembered this murder. your organs could be nearly seen, blood gushed and poured out everywhere, your body cold and still.
he dropped the knife, and eyed you. “i’m sorry.”
you shook your head, and sighed. “you will revisit this everyday as long as you live,” you said, sniffling. “all i wanted was to be yours, and be good enough, rafe. was i no good?”
he didn’t have an answer, and with that, you got up, staring over at your body. “i want you to know,” you chuckled softly to yourself, “i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did. i forgive you, especially since i’m happier where i’m at.”
“heaven?” rafe asked.
you nodded. “you won’t make it here, but i’ll still hope and wait that you do — because i love you too much to let god be angry with you too.”
“he’s an angry man?”
“he’s angry and unfair,” you responded. “like someone i know. i loved god, i loved you; two men who didn’t view me as much, who don’t deserve for me to believe in them.”
rafe went quiet, and enough time went by for you to disappear for good to let rafe cry, and scream. he cried and sobbed, dry heaving as he vomited everywhere to the sight of you.
he killed you, and as long as he kept it to himself, you would drive him mad and insane with the knowing of it.
rafe cameron confessed to your murder only hours later. he drove himself to the police station, and confessed to every detail, telling sheriff shope where your body was.
they found your maimed body in the exact location where rafe told them it was, your body already decomposing into near bones, eaten by critters and bugs.
the earth was consuming you.
he was hated forever, the town wanted him torched or given the death penalty. it would be a while until he got a trial.
your funeral could be proper with your body in a casket, given a rightful way to be down in the ground, protected and secured by a box stuffed with silk fabric.
you could see your mom cry, and you wish she wouldn’t. your father had to give the prayer at your funeral, your best friends sobbing, and hating themselves for not getting you away from rafe sooner.
however, your death was simply inevitable. if rafe didn’t kill you, your love for him would. he was everything to you.
even when he was murdering you — getting a vile satisfaction from it — you were worried about him, if you and your maimed body was making him feel more nauseous and sick than the actual murder was.
rafe would live with the knowing that you truly loved him, and he took your life every single day that he spent in a prison block cell.
and your ghost would continue to linger and haunt him, never letting him know peace and serenity as he never did to you.
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unholyhelbig · 4 months
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request: single mom reader decides to loan shark from natasha’s mob. when reader can’t pay back the loan, natasha’s men capture and beat her. natasha sees reader among the criminals and drug dealers who also haven’t payed back their loans, and excuses her, forgiving her debt.
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Title: The Oversight
Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff
Wordcount: 2799
Warnings: Drug use, kidnapping, guns, choking, threats, blood, horrible grammar.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven
[a/n: Yeah, I kind of feel like this needs a part two. Let me know what you guys think and if you're interested]
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Each breath you drew in spurred a sharp stitch in your side. They came in rapid succession, even as you struggled to recall the fuzzy details that usually calmed you down. Your first street name. What you called your first pet. The name of your second-grade teacher. They all swirled foggily, unable to recall.
Your mouth tasted metallic cotton and your heartbeat was pulsing through your entire body. Counting the thrums hadn’t helped either, you gave up as you rolled your neck in a snow circle. The dried blood that hardened against the side of your face, your cheek, and down the expanse of your collarbone crackled at the soft movement.
The room that housed you was pitch black. It was hard to tell when you opened your eyes, tears welling up and dripping down your face onto your uniform. Your arms were bound behind your back, shoulders screaming in protest and fingers going numb from the cold. Your small noises echoed. Wherever you were was impossibly vast.
The next breath that escaped you was deeper than the rest. Not necessarily calm, but enough for you to take stock of the situation; there were flashes of you leaving the diner where you worked nothing short of twelves. It had just rained, and the air was humid. You dropped your keys and bent down to pick them up.
Before you could insert them into the lock, something hard had come down on your temple. There was a rush of heat sloshing down your face and a moment later, as you looked up at the sky, the steel tip of a boot took the rest of your consciousness.
That didn’t bother you. You were fine, a little banged up, but fine. Your daughter was left with the sitter. It could have been hours, maybe even a day. Your stomach clenched in hunger, and you drifted in and out of lucidity. They’d left you un-gagged but you didn’t have it in you to scream. You had a sinking feeling that no one would hear you anyway.
You’d flinched when the first 500-volt lamp let out a sharp hiss before flipping on. You shrunk into yourself, blinking away the sudden burst of white light that filled the room. It was directed towards you, and the rest of the space was still a frustratingly thick darkness. You couldn’t see who had turned them on, but they could see you.
The boots that walked across the floor were loud. They echoed like your earlier sobs. A metal chair was being dragged, and the sound was piercing. It did nothing to aide your aching head. You were thankful to see something other than pitch black, however big the danger.
You recognized the man who was in front of you. His outline flickered solidly. He looked rougher than you did; dirty-blonde hair, and stubble. There was a bandage across the center of his nose, on his fingertips, as if he’d fisted the razor while shaving. His purple T-shirt was covered by a dusty-brown leather jacket. His stare was hard, emotionless.
“You’re awfully quiet for a hostage.” He said, straddling the chair he had dragged over. His chest rested against the metal backing. “You can scream if you want. Wear yourself down. It’ll make this a lot easier.”
“What is this?” You asked instead of taking him up on his offer.
He was familiar to you. Clint. He came into the diner every Wednesday and Friday night like clockwork. He’d order a roast beef on rye with Swiss cheese and extra dressing on the side. He’d suck down two beers with his meal and tipped generously.
Sometimes he was with the man they called ‘The Winter Soldier’. You’d always found the name laughable, but the rumors about him were enough for you to hold your tongue. He never ate but would sometimes order a diet coke and sip it while Clint spoke through large bites of food.
Law enforcement wouldn’t’ touch Bucky Barnes, and your boss would typically comp whatever he ordered. A few months ago, you had shared your first words with him behind the diner. The air stunk of rotted food and hardly counted as fresh air. However, it was a few degrees cooler than the kitchen.
He had offered you a cigarette, one already perched between his lips, a zippo lighter at the ready in his other hand. You declined with the shake of your head, and a quiet ‘no thank you’. There was an uncomfortable silence, but it was better than the damp warmth of the kitchen. A sweet, burning scent filled your nose when he lit his cigarette and let the smoke curl around the two of you like a slack rope.
“You work hard in there.” Bucky said, taking a long inhale. He held it within his lungs, voice pinched. “Harder than anyone else I’ve seen in a while.”
You weren’t about to tell him about your daughter, not with his reputation, or the small smattering of pink scars across his chiseled features. So, you nodded instead. The number of tips you got in the broken down, greasy diner was the difference between two meals and one. So, you smiled sweetly and laid on the southern accent even though you’d only spent a short stint in Georgia when you were eighteen. It was easy to perfect.
“I bet you could name my order right now.”
“You don’t order.”
“I don’t trust the food.” He shrugged listlessly, a lazy smile against his lips. You couldn’t help but smile back.
“That’s a good call.”
He laughed at your honesty, and it was a nice sound. He disarmed you and that was worrying. Bucky let the cigarette sizzle out in a puddle at his feet. He used the tip of his steel-toed boot to grind the paper into damp ash.
“You wouldn’t’ have to work so hard if you had some extra cash, would you?”
The question caught you off guard and you couldn’t stifle the vicious glare that you gave him. Your break was almost over, and you could have, should have, walked back into the restaurant to finish the rest of your shift. Bucky lifted his hands up as a peace offering.
“Look, lady, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. All I’m saying is, you’re not blind to what happens in there, the type of people that frequent this place. You’ve always turned a blind eye and that’s something my boss appreciates. Something she trusts.”
“And who exactly is your boss?”
He tsked “I can’t tell you that, sweetheart. But she wants to make you an offer, she wants to offer you a loan. You’re what? Three months behind on rent? She’ll front that for you and the following two.”
You took a deep breath of stale air. It was a tempting offer, even if it came in the form of a seedy enforcer in an even seedier alleyway. You were three days from getting evicted. Three days from ending up on the streets in a neighborhood that didn’t’ have a single safe one.
“What’s the catch?” You asked.
“Catch? There’s no catch. This is a friendly loan. All you’ve gotta do is pay it back when you’re on your feet again.”
It was an oversight, not asking for a concrete timeline. You hadn’t paid Bucky’s boss back yet, and over the next few months, there were stifled threats, and both Bucky and Clint watched you carefully at the job that you still worked like nothing had changed. The feeling of being indebted lingered, but this time, it was to an unknown entity instead of a landlord that was ultimately harmless.
Everything needed to be paid back in full. These were thousands you didn’t have. And now, two weeks after the initial threat, you were strapped to a metal chair with blood dripping down the sound of your face, in despite need of a drink of water.
Clint was harmless compared to The Winter Soldier, but his muscles still flexed under his shirt as he pulled his jacket off and let it fall to the dusty floor illuminated in blue light. “I would prefer not to get that dirty. It’s genuine leather, you know?”
You glowered at him as he stood and took a few more steps towards you. He looked relatively harmless each time you’d seen him in the diner. Sometimes he had a girl with him, a slight thing that was just as littered in scars as he was. She would order a plate of bacon that was cooked to a crisp and split it with a golden retriever that laid at their feet.
When his wrapped knuckles made contact with your cheek, your head clocked in the opposite direction. There was a sharp pain in your jaw, a ringing in your ear. He had slammed into the same side of your face as earlier, and you lost vision for a second.
Blood filled your mouth, and you spit the mix of saliva, bile, and blood onto the floor. There was a drain in the center and that worried you more than anything else. Your breathing came fast and hard and you glared at him, teeth stained pink.
“Is that all?” You asked him.
It was stupid, you knew it was stupid. But it bothered you more than anything that you had gotten yourself wrapped up in this. Your father was no stranger to the mob, and you should have seen it from a mile away. The fear he lived with. Until the day he died, he would look over his shoulder and you refused to do the same.
Clint grabbed your face, squeezing hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. “You’re a tough chick, huh? I think we both know why you’re here. All you have to do is get the money and all of this vanishes.”
“I don’t have the money.” Your words were garbled between his fingers. “You’re sure as fuck not going to get it if you kill me.”
“Kill you?” Clint unhanded you and let out a laugh. “Kill you, she says. No, we’re not going to kill you, she would never get her money that way… your daughter on the other hand.”
You pulled against the ropes, and they dug painfully into you. The chair was liable to break, but it had been bolted to the floor. It was much stronger than the one he’d dragged over. The mix of anger and fear that had rushed over you pulled away any thought of lingering aches and pains. Be damned to the head trauma.
Your teeth were gritted, voice a low hiss “Leave her the fuck out of this.”
“Did I strike a nerve?”
“I swear to you, I will get your money, I just need time. I’m not… You can keep me under surveillance as collateral, take my car, my apartment- just leave her out of this.”
Clint gripped your throat with his calloused hand, your ability to breathe became more difficult, half-moon nails digging into your flesh. It stung fiercely, and you let out a gurgle in response. “Or she could be our collateral. I think she’d make a great enforcer, with the proper education, that is.”
Is that what happened to the girl that ate lunch with Clint at the diner? She didn’t looked like she was there against her will, but there was an immense sadness to her eyes. Clint hadn’t released you yet and your vison was growing fuzzy at the edges.
“Let her go,”
Your chest was burning at this point and when he pulled his hand back you tried desperately to regain your sense of lucidity. You coughed, nearly vomiting as he took a long stride backwards, seemingly put into his place with a simple sentence.
Over the ringing of your ears, you heard the sharp click of heels. They were confident, and your chin dropped to your chest as you panted in succession, spit dripping in strings from your lips. You didn’t have the strength to look up, your head was pounding.
“I think that’s enough,” Her voice was smooth, just the smallest bit of an accent in her words. You couldn’t place it, but you couldn’t tell which way was up at this point. “You’re dismissed.”
“Oh, come on Natasha, I was just having a little fun.”
“Dismissed, Clint.”
There was a labored sigh and the sound of his footsteps retreating. It brought little relief to you, however. You felt as if you had traded one evil for another. Eventually, you lifted your head to stare at the ceiling. The stranger hadn’t said anything, and the pitch dark above was more desirable to the unknown.
You heard her sit down and felt her eyes watching you. The swimming in your head started to dissipate so you clocked her with a stare. The woman in front of you was angelic, in such a way that you figured Clint’s choking stunt had actually done you in.
Her stare was an unripe green rimmed in gold, her cheekbones carved from marble. There was a beautiful softness to her expression, and her deep red hair flowed over her shoulders in a waterfall of color. She was studying you, not phased by the cold of the room.
The woman wore a black t-shirt, deep slashes of ink peaking from the dip of the V-neck. You didn’t’ let your eyes linger long. It was a marking that you’d seen on Clints bicep and on Buckey’s hand. You hadn’t gotten a chance to clock it on the girl that was kept in their company.
“Is this the part where you come in with your good cop schtick?” You mumbled.
“Darling, Clint is the good cop.”
“Nice, I like it.” You rolled your shoulders back, fighting the stiffness “Bad cop and worse cop is much more effective.”
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you for someone in your position. Thousands of dollars in debt and seemingly no way to pay back my money. It’s not a good spot to be in, Y/n.”
Natasha stood from the chair, her muscles straining at the action. In a fluid motion, she pulled a black standard issue handgun from the space between her skin and her jeans. She pumped the shaft, the sound echoed more than your quickened breathing.
She used the tip to push your chin up, forcing you to look into her unblinking eyes. You were a dead man, you knew that from her cold stare. You couldn’t look away, even if the option was given.
“Baby, I’ve been in this business for a long time.” Her breath was hot on your collarbone, a mix of mint and tobacco. “I know exactly the type that you are. I cater to your kind. More often than not, my clientele need a little bit of encouragement.”
The tip of her gun traced your jaw, her finger loosely on the trigger. It was cold against your collarbone, down the center of your breasts. She held it there, jaw set in stone.
“We’ll keep you here for a few days. Once you dry out a little, I’m sure you’ll suddenly come into the cash.”
“Dry out? You think I’m on drugs?”
The tip pushed hard enough into your sternum to make you let out a grunt of pain. “You hide it quite well, pet. I’m sure it won’t be as simple when you start to feel those withdraw symptoms. Money flows simple in this town when those cravings kick in.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at her, despite the weapon that she was packing. A frown creased between her eyebrows, but she held it in place. “The hardest thing I’ve ever hit is a blunt in a high school rotation. That was your brilliant plan? Dry me out and then what? Search my backyard for jars filled with money. I don’t have it. I make 2.50 an hour at a diner.”
Natasha scrutinized you, eyes hard. She righted herself and pulled the gun away from your center before flipping on the safety and shoving it back into her jeans. She started to pace the length of the light.
“Bucky, he offered me a loan and I took it so I could pay the rent on an apartment for me and my daughter.” You said, voice quiet “I work thirteen hour shifts six days a week, and it’s still not enough. I’m not… I don’t know who you cater to, but I have a feeling it’s not someone like me.”
“No.” she crossed her arms over her chest, “It seems as if you’re an oversight.”
“Great,” you flexed your numbing fingers, “An oversight you’ll let go?”
Natasha shook her head, clenching and unclenching her jaw. “No, I’m afraid not.”
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ilwonuu · 2 months
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𖥔 ͙ࣳ hate the club. k. mingyu
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this fic is inspired by this song so pls listen to it <333
“tired of going out, scared ill run into you”
“damn you know i hate the club, but i came cuz i know you’d show up”
summary 𖡼 your friend group goes out every friday. you never feeling up to joining them. you always find an excuse not to come. but now you’re sitting at home with nothing to do. so why not drink a little and hangout with your friends at the club?? what could go wrong? seeing your ex could definitely happen..
warnings- ex to lovers!!, alcohol consumption, smut with semi plot. switch!mingyu, switch!reader, oral sex f.receiving, fingering, riding, pet names- baby,princess,unprotected sex(don’t do it), creampie, multiple orgasms, lmk if i missed anything pls<3
authors note- i read over this like once so if theres any spelling or grammar errors pls let me know!!! i hope u guys love this i loved writing it!!!!
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you feel bored with no company tonight. not loving the presence of nothing of your apartment and stuff animals as you usually do. sending seungkwan a quick text telling him you’ll be joining him, seokmin, and chan tonight. getting a sassy text back as usual
kwannie😓- what the fuck. girl don’t play????
kwannie😓- u better not be lying because seokmin and chan are actually gonna be the death of me.
kwannie😓- be ready at 9 ok.
you- im not kidding hoe and yes i am already ready ish???
kwannie😓- ok ill be there at 9 😘😘😘
you smile to yourself continuing to get ready. checking to see if you have a good amount of time to finish your hair. happy to see you have enough time with it only being 8:15.
finishing everything you need to do finally making your way outside after getting a text from seungkwan saying that they have arrived. walking to his car somewhat nervous about what the night has in store for you. you never know you could meet someone? or see someone you absolutely hate.
getting into the car immediately being greeted by your best friends. “y/n!!!! i feel like im seeing a ghost you never fucking leave your house” chan says laughing causing you to send him a glare. “shush be happy im here for once okay”
“no seriously i thought my eyes were deceiving me when i read your text” seungkwan says quickly starting to head to the club they always go to. “ok guys thats enough let her live she doesn’t have to come out with us every time.” seokmin says giving you a slight smile.
“thank you seokmin. the only one who appreciates me” “okay but yes of course she doesn’t have to come out everytime. but she doesn’t come out anytimes!!! this is her first time in like 10 years” chan says laughing with seungkwan as he also finds chans joke hilarious. causing them both to receive a glare.
“very funny chan!!! i will get out of the car and walk back home.” you say looking at him threatening him playfully. “you’re dramatic” kwan says finally pulling into the parking lot of the club.
“im also very nervous to be here.” “if we see anyone we don’t like it’ll be fine y/n we don’t have to interact or anything” chan says knowing exactly who you were thinking of getting out of the car having the rest of you follow his lead into the club.
“yea you’re right..” you say slowly walking behind them into the loud crowd of people dancing. “ok first things first drinks!!!!” seungkwan yells dragging you all to the bar. chan seokmin order vodka shots happily, quickly running to dance in the crowd of people. “can we just get two shots of tequila each?” seungkwan asks for the both of you. smiling at the bartender when his drinks are set in front of you two. “okay lets drink these then lets dance!!!” seungkwan smiles at you quickly taking his shots now waiting for you to do the same.
you nervously take the shots making a grossed out face after downing it with a sip of water. seungkwan pulling you towards the crowd as soon as you were ready shortly finding seokmin and chan. “how do you guys get drunk so fast?” you laugh at seokmin and chan completely lost in the song dancing dramatically. “they are fucking lightweights” seungkwan says causing you both to laugh at them.
“i fucking wish. i only feel a little tipsy” you say scanning around the club with your eyes. “do you want to get more drinks or wait a bit then??” seungkwan asks while pulling you close to dance with him. “nah we can wait” you say over the loud music.
you are really trying to have a good time but this isnt really your thing. you were hoping that the drinks would losen your nerves up a little bit but you were so wrong. now you are dancing completely soberly with seungkwan. trying not to ruin your best friends night. “im gonna go to the bathroom real fast kwannie” you whisper to him before disappearing to find the bathroom. you quickly use the bathroom heading back over to the bar to get a couple more shots. “fuck why did i do this to myself” you say under your breath quickly downing the shots without water this time. feeling a little better making your way back into the crowd searching for any of the three boys you arrived with.
pushing through the crowd trying to find them. you accidentally push someone a little to hard quickly going to apologize. “i am s-so sorry.” you say realizing exactly who you bumped into having them turn and look down at you. “jesus you push fucking h-“ mingyu immediately freezes after seeing you. “fuck y/n? what are you doing here?”
“well this is a public place and a club so i would assume we’re here for the same reason.” you say sarcastically while trying to push past him. “well what are you doing by yourself?” he asks concerned stopping your movements. “where is seungkwan?” he looks around the club quickly scanning seeing if he sees anyone who looks like the boy. “well actually im not sure so if you’ll excuse me i will be continuing to look for my friends.” you say finally trying to push past him again.
“wait just let me help you look for them. it’s kinda depressing being here alone.” he says once again finally letting you push past him to continue looking. he follows behind you slowly. “so uh how have you been?” you scoff stopping to look at him. “are you serious right now? i really would rather not pretend to like you right now okay? just help me find seungkwan and then you can go back to whatever you were doing.”
you say sighing going back to looking for you friends. mingyu doesn’t say another word and just follows you quietly. “why don’t you call him?” he suggests. “i left my phone in seungkwans car like the bright fucking person i am.” you say getting more annoyed as the situation goes on.
“shit you wanna use my phone then? i still have his number from you know..” he says nervously handing you his phone after clicking on seungkwans contact. “y-yea thanks” you take his phone letting the memories wash over you. you patiently wait as the phone starts to ring and shortly someone picks up. “seungkwan??? where did you fucking go??” you are now getting more uncomfortable with the fact that you lost all of them in the span of 10 mins. “um what the fuck mingyu you sound like y/n also why the hell are you calling me?” seungkwan slurs over the phone questioning you. “seungkwan ur drunk. also this is fucking y/n im using mingyus phone dumbass!!” your voice sounding annoyed more now. “girl what? why are you using his phone? are you guys…? um back together?” he asks loud enough for both you and mingyu to hear.
you sigh looking at mingyus eyes go wide at what he just heard. “s-seungkwan can you just fucking tell me where you went? you know what fuck it im just gonna get an uber home okay im tired.” you say slightly tearing up at the stressful situation. “we just went to the bar upstairs y/n. are you sure you wanna leave already we’ve only been here for like an hour.”
seungkwan asks through the phone sensing that something is wrong. “do you want me to send seokmin with you? he said he will come with you.” he offers. “kwannie its fine ill just order it off mingyu’s phone. will you just drop off my phone tmr? i left it in your car.” you say finally after ending the call after hearing his okay.
“mingyu do you mind if i use your phone to order a uber?” you turn to mingyu hoping he will say yes. “yes of course y/n. but you don’t need to do that. cheol said he was here to pick up me and shua but im guessing shua is with some girl so cheol can just drop you off.” he says smiling at you. “okay um let me make sure i have my keys and fuck i don’t they are also in seungkwans car.” you say realizing as you feel your pockets. “wanna just stay at my place tonight?” he blurts out quickly. “mingyu- i- what?” now your confused, tired, and annoyed. “just come sleep at my place. its not that weird y/n. what’s the chance seungkwan is gonna come unlock his car rn? come on i’ll drop you off in the morning i swear.” “its not weird to you? we haven’t spoke in like a year.”
this was not a great idea. you and mingyu ended on somewhat bad terms. he wasn’t willing to commit to you. he ended up treated you like shit because of it. you know this has nothing to do with what he asked but it’s obviously on your mind. you are now confused, tired, annoyed, and overwhelmed.
“y/n i kinda need a answer now. cheol is outside.” he says snapping you out of your thoughts and back into reality. “u-uh okay yea lets go” you say immediately regretting it. mingyu smiles grabbing your hand making the way out of the club to cheols car. quickly getting into the back seat.
“whats up mingyu. hey y/n. y/n????? oh shit hi” he says now realizing that is is actually you. “hello cheol nice to see you” you say softly laughing. “yea you too. um are you guys back together?” he asks out of the blue. “nope!!” you quickly say hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions. “just drive cheol.” mingyu says and mentally thank him because cheol didn’t ask anymore questions driving silently. you two make it to mingyu’s house after a 10 minute car drive. “ah fucking finally these heels are literally the worst” you say walking into his house kicking them off as you go. “you can borrow some clothes. i think i even have your old pjs in my room.” he says taking off his shoes as well. “im surprised you even still have those.” you say making your way to his room. the memories coming back as you seen his room looks the same way it did when you guys were together. you grab the pajamas making your way to his bathroom quickly changing heading back into his living room. “you want to take my bed? i can sleep out on the couch.” he says throwing a pillow and blanket onto the couch. “no mingyu its fine i can take the couch. you can have your bed.” you say laughing at him slightly going to sit on the couch. “or you can sleep in my bed with me.” mingyu says looking at you cautiously. now leaving you pressured at what he is offering right now. “mingyu. what are you doing? you know that isn’t a good idea. we aren’t together anymore.” you say laying down getting comfortable. “i know we aren’t. but fuck y/n have you not been thinking about us at all? or anything that we had. i miss it. i miss you.”
you look at him with a blank expression. what the fuck do you say? of course you think about him and your relationship. more than you should. “mingyu i do okay. i never stopped really but im not in the mood to get hurt again okay.” “i fucking promise you i will never treat you the same way i did okay?” he moves to sit next to you on the couch moving to grab your hands. “let me make it up to you? let me show you i can be there for you. i want to be the boyfriend you deserve. will you just give me a chance?” you think for a couple seconds.
he seems genuine. you did miss him a lot. a chance doesn’t hurt right? “okay mingyu. i will sleep with you in your bed okay. but i swear if you do anything like how you did before the break-“ he kisses you softly shutting you up. “i promise.” he says holding his pinky up
you wrap your pinky around his smiling as he lifts you and carries you to his room. softly throwing you onto his bed and climbing next to you. “you don’t know how much i missed you. i thought i was never gonna see you again.”
“yep that was the plan until i saw you at the club.” you state not wanting to lie to him. “well im so glad i saw you.” you smile at him. “can i make it up to you? ill make you feel so good y/n if you let me please.” hes already begging and you guys haven’t even done anything but a kiss.
he was always like this. he would immediately get needy after one small touch. mingyu was definitely a fucking switch. most of the time he loved being in control and seeing you beg for him. but everyone knew mingyu always leaned towards the subby side. he will listen to your requests always. if you’re happy he’s happy.
you nod softly at him watching him quickly shift between your legs pull down your shorts and underwear in one swift movement. kissing up your thighs slowly making your breath hitch under his touch. “fuck you’re so wet and i haven’t even touched you baby.” slowly moving his fingers up your slit inserting a finger in. his fingers immediately hit your g-spot causing you to already squirm until his firm touch.
“fuck you’re so tight. i can barely move my finger babe.” watching you closely as he inserts a second and third finger quickly watching as you get wetter from his touch. “g-gyu please more i need more.” you beg him hoping to add something extra to get you closer to your high.
“shh baby let me take my time i promise you’ll get everything you need okay?” he says sweetly pulling his fingers out of you with the noise of your squelch filling the room. “you hear yourself baby? you’re making a mess on my bed already hm?” he coos at you shifting so that his head is in between your legs. gently grabbing your thighs to spread your legs. “i bet you taste as sweet as i remember hm? could eat you for fucking days.” he immediately dives into eating your pussy. licking your slit as he slides one of his fingers back inside you.
“g-gyu oh my god.” eyes rolled back having your back arched as he absolutely devours you roughly sucking your clit fucking his finger into you quicker. looking up at you through his eyelashes not stopping his movements. not even to praise you. he is too pussy drunk and doesn’t want to stop anytime soon. grabbing a hold of his hair pulling on it when his finger hits that spot again making you go crazy. “m-mingyu i’m gonna cum please don’t stop.” and he doesn’t he sucks on your clit harder keeping up his pace with his finger. you come all over his tongue and his fingers. fucked out completely as you watch mingyu lick up your cum and hum.
“you taste so sweet princess. fucking delicious baby.” he smiles at you again moving up to kiss your lips. tasting yourself on his lips.
“what do you want baby? i will give you anything you want.” pulling his shirt over his head looking at you waiting for your answer. “can i ride you? g-gyu please i need you so bad.” he nods quickly. “m’course you can” he moves so he’s sitting up against the headboard of the bed. watching as you move onto his lap.
you have never seen mingyu take his pants off quicker. immediately pulling his dick out pulling your face closer to peck your lips. smiling into the kiss lining up his dick with your entrance slowly sinking down onto him.
mingyu is always more subby with this position immediately begging and pleading for your touch. “f-fuck y/n please move i need it so bad please baby.” he begs you trying not to fuck his hips into you.
you slowly rock your hips into his moaning at the feeling holding onto his shoulders for support. “you’re so tight im gonna cum so quick. i-i’m fuck i’m sorry” grabbing ahold of your hips to move you quicker on him. “i’m so close baby fuck.” he says feeling you bouncing on his dick now trying to chase your own high. “m-me too.” he groans lowly feeling his dick twitch inside of you. “f-fuck can i cum inside or where do you want it?” “inside p-please.” he doesn’t have to be told twice immediately cumming inside of you throwing his head back lost in the intense pleasure
you don’t stop bouncing on him. “babe i’m so sensitive fuck.” he says to you still fucked out holding onto you.
you nod. “i know baby but please you can last a little longer right? for me right? my good boy.” you try to turn him on with your words knowing it will go straight to his dick. he moans at your words pulling you into a quick kiss. “y-yes i’m so good for you.”
you smile at him quickening your movements now really needing his shoulder for support as you feel yourself coming. “f-fuckkk look at you c-creaming on my cock oh shit im gonna cum again.” you feel his cum shoot immediately into you. moaning at the feeling riding out both of your highs.
slowly climbing off of his lap laying next to him. “i missed you so fucking much.” he says pulling you under the covers with him kissing your forehead. “i missed you too but i don’t miss how you think i just want to lay here feeling your cum leak out of me.” you say playfully shifting to show him the puddle that is now under your crotch.
“its fine baby we can shower in the morning. plus what if we fuck again. you’ll just be full of my cum again.” he says with a straight face. you roll your eyes burying your face into his neck.
“i guess we’ll have to explain to seungkwan and cheol why we told them we weren’t back together…” you think out loud before falling asleep in your boyfriends arms.
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ssparksflyy · 4 months
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my percy jackson dating hcs !
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pairing : percy jackson x gn! reader warnings : small cursing a/n : this is my first fic (kind of) , so lmk what u think! also OMG the images are such bad quality im so sorry
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percy jackson? you mean the total pinterest bf?
whenever he can, you best believe this boy is either holding your hand or giving you hugs hugs hugs
whenever he holds your hand, it's usually with your fingers interlocked and with a small grip
im talkin like a tiny squeeze but just- all the time
cause, lets be honest, the whole getting-kidnapped-by-the-goddess-of-the-heavens-and-going-missing-for-months thing has left the both of you scarred, so he likes to have a small grip on your hand so you know that he's not going aaannnyyyyywhere
but if you dont like that, then ofc he won't do it. percy would never do anything to you that you don't like / makes you uncomfortable, sally taught him better than that !
SPEAKING OF THE QUEEN
percy 100% tells his mom everything about you
so naturally, shes ecstatic to meet you !
( i mean who wouldn't be, look at yourself, muah )
when you do meet her, it doesn't take long for you to realize you love this woman almost as much as you love her son
sally jackson is the sweetest human being you've ever met, she cooks for you, tells you stories about baby percy ( best believe that scrapbook is coming out ! ) laughs at all your jokes, and listens to your stories as if she's watching a telenovela
im not surprised if you guys just become total besties while percy and paul just kinda sit there like 🙂
if he meets your parent(s), this boy is the most respectful mf you've ever seen
not that he goes all "i'm sorry, the old percy can't come to the phone right now, why? oh! cause he's meeting y/n's parents and turned into a new person!"
he just wants to make sure that he has a good impression with them
omg and if u have little siblings?? gods, he'll play with them allllll day and they'll have sm fun together
anyways back to the couple of the hour
hugs from percy are literally the best hugs you'll ever receive
they're so warm omg
and he will never ever pull away from a hug first
somebody's calling him? they gotta wait cause he's hugging his #1 over here !!
i feel like he'd give just really gentle hugs like, he'll just put his arms on your waist and place his chin on your head and bam
ya'll could just stand there hugging for hours
ofc, dates are limited at chb, but you guys make it work <3
obviously, he lovesss planning dates nearby the lake
and no matter how many times you do go to the lake, he always finds ways to make each date different than the last
im talkin a picnic, making matching necklaces out of shells, building sandcastles, beach volleyball ( hes very pro, he'll teach you if you don't know how to play ofc ), swimming ( again, if you don't know how to swim it'll be his #1 priority to teach you how to ), and little trips around the lake in a canoe <3
and this man, LOVES his underwater kisses
he could literally push you into the water then be like ' oh no y/n fell into the lake, gotta go save them! ' then come back like 5 mins later all grinning cause all you did was KISS ya weirdos
i also feel like percy is on it with his skincare routine
and it's so basic too?? like all he does is cleanse and bam perfect skin
its not fair
but he'd also really care and make sure that his lips are always soft and never ever chapped or dry
not only because he wants to make sure you enjoy every kiss you two share <3 but also because he hates the way it feels when his lips are the slightest bit dry
sensory issues are something that people with adhd face ( its me, hi! ) and some people dont know that !
so best believe he always carries chapstick in his pocket <33
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a/n pt.2 : hii! hope you enjoyed my hcs <333 did ya catch all my taylor swift references? also im sorry for any spelling and all the grammar mistakes, sometimes i'll add the apostrophe and sometimes, well, i dont
lmk if you want a pt 2! or leave any requests! i'll write for anyone, romantic or platonic, but no smut, whatsoever aaand yea! thats all<3
peace from manhattan,
percy jackson
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d0youc0py · 3 months
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Hi! Really love all your works! You write boys so good!
I saw, that your requests are open, so I want to make request for the first time) (Feel free to ignore it, if you don't like the idea or find it triggering. TW: panic attack, abuse)
Can you write a one short for the 141 boys plus Konig, where during fight with their s/o (reader), they accidentally send reader into a panic attack? Maybe the cause of this reaction is a story of abuse in the reader's past or something like that. How would boys react? What would they do?
Thank you in advance!
P.S. Sorry for grammar or semantic errors, english isn't my mother tongue.
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He was on you in an instant. It always seemed like nothing got past him- and your instant change in demeanor was no exception.
Your hands pressed against his stomach, trying to create some form of distance between the two of you. With gritted teeth- he obliged.
“I shouldn’t have been so firm with you, Honey. I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, like the John you knew. It didn’t comfort you like it usually did.
“It’s alright.” You gasped, your body feeling like it was being weighted down by chains.
“Don’t pacify me. It’s not alright.” John pressed. His hand raised but quickly went back to his side when he saw your hesitation to be touched. Your eyes fled up to his, waiting for him to get angry again at your rejection, yet all you saw were his heavy blue eyes. Heavy with hurt and anger, yet you instinctually knew none of it was at you. “You look like you’re about to pass out. Let me help you, please. Let me fix this sweetheart.”
You didn’t have the energy or wits to refuse.
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You couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not. His breaths were always light and careful even if he was fast asleep. You however were a mess. Shaky, cold yet sweaty, your heart pounding a mile a minute. You pulled the covers back and slowly slipped out of bed. You glanced behind you, half praying he was awake and would usher you back to bed. You could almost hear the displeased rumble coming from his chest as he patted you back to sleep. But not so much as a stir came from him. You crept into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid, holding a towel over your mouth to muffle your sobs. A familiar wave of weakness wash over you. Your mind instantly fled to flight mode.
The events of tonight made you wonder if there was anyway to revive your relationship. He completely shut down- only opening his mouth to give a few verbal jabs here and there. This wasn’t the first time you had sobbed to yourself in the bathroom, but you had never felt heartbreak quite like this before.
“You alright in there?” You jumped at the gruff voice on the other side of the door.
You took a quick breath offering a pitiful “yeah”. Suddenly the door opened and you quickly leapt up, your first instinct to shut the door. His heart sank when he caught sight of you.
“Sweetheart.” Simon said quickly. He used his body to keep you from shutting the door. You used the towel to wipe your face- a little too harshly for his liking. His hand came up, pulling your hands away from your face. “Fucking hell.” He grumbled, mostly to himself.
“I’m sorry.” You started. He quickly hushed you, a displeased rumble leaving his chest just like you had imagined.
“Not your fault.” He shushed. “I was an ass, Lovie. I knew how you would react I still chose to go about things the way I did. I’m sorry.” He tilted your chin up, running his thumb across it.
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Your breathing was shallow- not that he could tell over his shouting. He was a hothead and it was reminding you all too much of your past. Your hands pulled at the collar of your shirt hoping it would ease the feeling of your world falling in on you. The living room was suddenly too small. The TV suddenly too loud. The lights suddenly too bright. Your head felt too light. Your skin too itchy and your body too twitchy. Johnny’s burning blue eyes flickered from place to place making you wonder if you even still needed to be there. He seemed fine carrying on this argument with himself. Yet you were frozen. His growling voice suddenly stopped.
Your eyes left the floor to glance at him. He watched you with careful blue eyes, that softened by the minute. He was assessing you and he quickly realized it wasn’t good.
“Bon?” His voice was warm- familiar.
“Please stop yelling Mac.” You whispered. He nodded his head in agreement clearing the distance between the two of you.
“Is it too soon for me to say I’m sorry.” He questioned. He leaned against the wall, slowly guiding your shaky form towards him. “Christ.” He murmured, holding his lips firm against your head. “I know better and I should’ve done better, Bon.”
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He was a fairly patient man- especially when it came to you, but he was losing his mind. His trained ears only being able to focus on your sniffles and you trying to get your breathing back to normal. His molten eyes stared straight ahead, his body twitching to go to you. He had lost his temper- not so much at you but at a situation. By the time he realized just how badly he had upset you- it was too late. You practically begged him to give you space and he obliged- kind of.
The couch creaked as he stood, quietly making his way towards the bedroom. He knocked softly against the doorframe, like one move would startle you like a scared deer. He was right, you jumped.
“Ky, I’m alright. I promise.” You assured, your face half buried in a pillow. He wanted you to seek comfort from him. He sat down and slowly moved the tear stained pillow away from your face.
“Let me take care of this, please.” He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss below your ear.
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He was furious that he had let himself go like that. Part of his job was keeping his emotions in check and he couldn’t do that for the one person it really mattered. He was so upset he hadn’t even noticed how distraught you were until nearly ran out of the room. He had talked you down, apologies flowing from his lips till he saw some sign that you were believing him.
He had coaxed you into his arms- the place you would stay for as long as you’d wished to. At least that’s what he told himself. But the way his arms wrapped so tightly around you it appeared to be much more of his decision than yours.
“I hope you can forgive me, Schatz.” He said it aloud but it felt like he was talking more to himself.
“You didn’t know Konig.” You muttered. He winced at the formality of his name. No “Konnie” or “Kon” or some random German word you had decided to be his nickname for the day.
“Don’t make excuses for me.” He ran a hand up and down your back. “No one deserves that treatment less than you. I’m sorry I scared you, it won’t happen again.”
Thank you for your kind words! Hope you liked it! Writing this made me realize how little I write Konig. 🩷
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𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
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╹synopsis :: they are hopelessly in love with you, the excitement, the passion and how they want to make their feelings known.
╹contents :: sfw ,fem!reader, based on exo's song "growl", manager y/n in one scenario, beware of whipped (overprotective) egoists, tried to include as many characters as possible
╹notes :: it's my first time doing something like this with song lyrics, i hope i did it well! i honestly didn't know where to put eita whomp whomp, sorry for any grammar mistakes or mischaracterizations.
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❝I’m warning you just in case, listen carefully It’s getting dangerous now, so dangerous Stop provoking me, there'll be big trouble I don’t even know what I'll do❞
The after party of the FIFA Awards started to get exhausting, boring even, talking to people left and right, getting more brand deals, you know the usual for a football superstar, he just wanted to enjoy the night drinking and having fun with you. But you are nowhere to be seen to his own dismay, where the heck did you go, it's not like he doesn't trust you - he doesn't trust the ones around you. He craned his neck, scanning the crowded venue in search of your familiar presence, and finally found you, ah you are so beautiful, so mesmerizing, he couldn't take his eyes off you, but you seemed to talk to someone ... let's say he doesn't like at all. He will make sure when playing against his team to score a hat-trick, no a double hat-trick. He felt this gut-wrenching feeling inside his stomach, his heart tightened at the site - his angel next to some random bug. Quickening his pace, he found himself behind you, looking at the man in front of you with utter hatred, realizing who he was dealing with he apologized to you and left. Wrapping his arms around you, securing and claiming you as his once again, whispering in your ear to stop doing these things to him, because he won't be as calm the next time he sees someone who doesn't deserve to be next to you.
Oliver Aiku, Shidou Ryusei, Karasu Tabito, Sheoi Barou, Raichi Jingo, Lavinho
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❝My breath keeps stopping, you are walking toward me You are smiling at me, are you attracted to me too? My eyes become cloudy when you stare at me Your breath gets closer to my ears, you’re the one that makes me go crazy❞
Run, receive pass, score - repeat. He was trying to do that the whole practice, but he can't focus when you are here, distracting him. He will pass out not from overwork, but from the fact that his heart will burst at any moment if you keep looking at him with those sparkly e/c eyes, oh, and your smile - you were the motivation that pushed him to give his best on the field and the reason he forgets how to speak, how to think properly, how to function at all. As you approach him with that concerned smile,with your perfect cute looking face, noticing the sweat on his forehead you, reaching out your hand to check if he has temperature because he was burning and you ask him if he is okay, NO HE IS NOT OKAY, your gaze meeting his and like a daydream, his vision begins to get cloudy — he stares into your eyes, and so do you in his. The world around you blurred as your presence dominated his senses. Was it possible that you too, felt the magnetic pull drawing you and him together?
Isagi Yoichi, Yo Hiori, Nanase Nijiro, Julien Loki, Kurona Ranze, Niko Ikki, Alexis Ness
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❝So no-one can see you, I want to hide you in my arms (I’m so serious) All of the stares that want you , whirls up in me a harsh storm❞
He just wanted to have one normal date with you, but of course the paparazzi have to nudge in, all the unwanted stares, camera lights, and the million photos that are probably going to be on every social media tomorrow with the most stupid title. Sometimes he hates the fact that he is famous, everything has it's perks, but right now he wishes for nothing more but to be a normal person with a normal office job. He wanted to hide, and most importantly to hide you from the press. Your relationship is not a secret, but you want to keep it private as much as possible. Without thinking, he gripped your hand tighter and quickened his walking pace, well you were practically running - away from this chaos. As the cacophony of camera clicks faded into the distance, you found solace in the quiet corner of the alley. Panting, without breath, his eyes met yours, and you let a little laugh, what's so funny about people invading your privacy?, but if it meant seeing you with such an adoring smile, he would run the whole world just for that.
Itoshi Sae, Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Yukimiya Kenyu, Noel Noa, Leonardo Luna
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❝My eyes get sharper, and the tension feels like it could cut  I’m searching around your surroundings, baby You just stay as you are and look at only me I’ll never let you go, just watch, baby❞ 
Scoring the last-minute winning goal he screamed from the adrenaline, releasing the pent-up frustration that had been building throughout the game. The roaring crowd, the teammates' admiration, and the coach's praises all faded into the background, he felt the weight of the stadium disappear as he locked eyes with you from the VIP seats. His heart pounded with the residual rush of adrenaline, and a triumphant smile spread across his face. Your gaze held his, and in that intimate moment, the world outside ceased to exist. For him, every goal, every achievement, was dedicated to you. As the cheers continued around him, he knew that your 'I'm proud of you' meant more than any other praise. In that shared gaze, amidst the triumph, it was one of the biggest victories for him - you were more important than any medal, trophy, or Ballon d'Or. He smiled once again at you, nodding to the inside of the stadium, signaling you to wait there. And you did, understanding that there were moments beyond the public celebration, where the bond between you two was more profound than the thrill of victory itself - and to his luck he got the best reward, a loving kiss on the lips from his one and only.
Michael Kaiser, Mikage Reo, Chigiri Hyoma, Otoya Eita, Bachira Meguru, Kunigami Rensuke
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cherrycudy · 1 year
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"Don't look at me with those eyes..."
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feat - scaramouche, cyno, alhaitham
NSFW - fem!reader, their wild fantasies about you, established relationship, voyeurism, dubcon, degradation, aphrodisiac use, name calling, somniphillia, size kink
Note - poorly edited, prolly lots of grammar mistakes, characters may be out of character, sorry in advance if this sucks, a part 1 of this smut headcanons series, MDNI
Part 2
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Scaramouche
He has been through a lot, everyone can tell, but especially you. Scaramouche has a way with words in the bedroom, often calling you disgusting and degratory names, it's what makes him feel dominant, the stronger one.
Enjoys watching you squirm under him, squeezing around his cock when he's inside of you.
Loves calling you his little whore while he teases his tip around you clit, rubbing slow painful circles around the sensitive bud, and if you want more, show him. He'll make you beg for more
He's not shy to praise you for being a good girl, as long as you beg and plead with that irresistible face of yours, he'll deliver, after all, dogs that follow orders, must be praised
There is something Scara won't tell you that he's weak to : bondage. Something about seeing you in those tight red ropes turns him on, give him those eyes and he'll be ready to punish you for it. Will drive himself insane just thinking about it
The thought of him wrapping his hands around your neck while endlessly pounding into you, he could already feel his pants tighten
Sinful skin slapping can be heard echoing throughout the enclosed space. Scara had taken you there and then on the sofa of your shared home. He couldn't help it, you looked so pretty tonight and you gave him those daring and bold eyes with endless teasing, he thought you'd be stupid if you think he'll let you go without punishment.
A long, veiny hand wrapped around your neck, as he began to slow down his pace, seeing as tears began falling from your eyes.
"What's wrong pretty girl?"
He asks, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. Your high was near, you were so close, just why'd he had to stop now? Muffled noises can only be heard as you try to respond, but only with the hand around your neck slowly closing tighter.
"C'mon now, use your words..." He cooed into your ear, and in a desperate attempt to reach your high again, you muffle the magic word.
"p-please.."
"Hm? What was that? I can't hear you~"
"please, please, more..."
"please what doll? What do you want me to do?"
"please...fuck me..."
"now that's what I like to hear~"
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Cyno
Cyno loves to experiment with things. Sometimes a bit too much. After all the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, however, this cat, has nine lives
He is willing to try everything and anything with you. From bondage, BDSM, foreplay, toys you name it. He's rather open and blunt with it too
Such a little bitch too, loves to hear you whine in pleasure as he stuffs his fat cock into your mouth, watching you clearly struggle to take him in and putting on this shit eating grin with a smart remark like "what's wrong dove? Am I too big for you?" As you gag and you choke on him, and he thinks he's funny
Loves LOVES hair pulling, both ways. Either he pulls on your hair while he takes you from behind/you blowing him off or you grip onto his hair while he presses himself deep inside you
Loves marking and leaving hickeys to show that your his property. Absolutely hates the idea of sharing, but, if he had the opportunity, he would fuck you in a crowd to show off how pretty you are. Smug bastard.
Another dirty little secret is that he's into somniphillia. Something about the thought of pleasing you while your asleep makes him hard on the spot, it won't take him long to find you when he needs you
You try, you try to muffle your moans and steady your heavy breathing as Cyno wastes no time eating your pussy. You were just peacefully taking a nap as you needed a rest from your long day. That was the plan, until your boyfriend shows up earlier than usual.
"you've had a long day sweetheart, let me help you stretch out..." He muffles I'm a deep raspy voice while he's deep in between your legs, focusing more on your pleasure than his, although, the painfully hardened cock wants him to do more than just that.
With a fistful of his hair, your moans slowly but surely get louder and louder as you reach your high. He adds a bit more spice by rubbing your painful bud with fast reoccuring circles, making you cum in his mouth which he slurps up delightfully.
"I hope you know that we're not anywhere near finished yet, love..."
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Alhaitham
Dont be fooled by his appearance and personality, in fact, he may be the most risky when it comes to sex
Enjoys pushing your head into the mattress when he rails you into the bed. He explains that the mattress muffles and softens any noise you make while someone else is nearby. Half of what he says is true, but the other half is really him just wanting to feel your head under his hands
A huge fan of voyeurism, nothing gets his adrenaline pumping and excitement this fast than this. Especially since Kaveh is his roommate, he always shushs you to be quiet while he's obliterating you from behind as if the shaking of the bed wasn't loud enough already (may actually break the bed)
The thought of him painting you in his cum turns him on faster than anything. It's a beautiful sight to see in his eyes, watching your tired figure covered in his seed. He also loves watching the cum drip out of you and pushing it back in.
He undergoes a lot of stress in his life, so he usually takes it out in the bedroom, endlessly pounding into your small figure under him. He loves putting you into the full Nelson poisition, where you're holseterd up in his strong arms making you whimper and begging for more.
As long as you ask, he will always deliver
The sweet moans and grunts shared by the both of you are forced to be muffled down. You're both in Alhaitham's bedroom, unbeknownst to Kaveh, your in the room too.
"Stay quiet, my love, you don't want to disturb Kaveh now would you?" He says in a calm voice. But rather than a question, it felt more like a command. He holsters one of your arms upwards, while his strong arm pushes your small head into the mattress, muffling the audible moans from Kaveh's ears.
He shifted the two of yous position a bit, feeling his tip reach your cevrix. Tears ran down your face as his painfully huge cock was stuffed inside you in a new angle. You were closer than you were before, you can tell he was too.
"Al! Please! Faster!" You pleaded, and your wish was granted. He responded with the loud slaps of skin and a faster pounding that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let out a loud moan, audible enough for Kaveh to hear, but the both of you didn't care now, you wanted to reach your high.
And with that, he gave you a few final blows before he released his semen inside you, slowly pulling himself out, as he watches his seed pour out of you. He slips two digits into you, watching the cum gush out even more as he fingers it back inside you, the sight turning him on once more.
"Another round, babe? I'm sure Kaveh wouldn't mind~"
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luci-is-a-bitch-x3x · 4 months
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Obey Me! Older brothers react to: Mc and the hand holding curse.
Other parts can be found here: Younger Brothers, Diavolo & Barbatos, The Angels & Solomon
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Welcome! to the first part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡
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Mc gets gets cursed to be stuck holding hands with a lower rank demon. Mc doesn't know how to undo the curse and has been stuck being dragged around by the lower rank demon. When the brothers spot Mc "holding hands" with a lower rank demon and "following" the demon around how do they react? How does the brother react once they find out its a curse, can they help undo the curse? Find out how the brothers react by reading more!
Lucifer's reaction:
Lucifer is doing Lucifer things, you know helping his man Diavolo, keeping his brothers in check, wondering where his human ran off to, the usual man. Lucifer was currently in the middle of lecturing Mammon for trying to steal something from R.A.D, when they both watch Mc go zooming past while holding hands with lower rank demon. Is Lucifer jealous? Slightly but his pride would never admit that. Lucifer is mostly concerned, like a- 'what the hell is Mc doing with that demon?' kinda concern. Obviously since he's concerned and definetly not because he's jealous Lucifer follows after Mc and the random demon. Leaving poor Mammon to stand there stunned and confused. Lucifer calls out to Mc- "Mc! What're you doing?" He keeps it short and simple, trying to sound like hes just doing his job, keeping the human safe, but he comes off as rather jealous and angry. His pressence makes the lower rank demon take off running out of fear and panic, dragging poor Mc with. Lucifer is annoyed when he sees the two running away. He didnt want to have to chase after Mc and the lower rank demon like he has to chases after Mammon. Nonetheless he chases after them, swiftly and strategically he chases the two into a dead end hallway in R.A.D.
Lucifer is fumming, he's definitely in his demon form, the poor demon cursed to Mc is shaking in terror, they are trapped and being approached by one terrifying demon, even though Lucifer is glaring at the demon he only speaks to Mc, acting as if the lower rank demon isnt worth his time. The random demon cowers behind Mc as Mc explains to Lucifer that its a curse and neither of them know how to undo it. Lucifer is relieved to hear its just a curse but he doesnt show it, he simply walks over and helps Mc get free of the curse. Lucifer makes sure Mc is okay before he places his hand on the lower rank demon's shoulder and leads them away from Mc with a sinister smirk. The lower rank demon had to endure some scary shit man, Lucifer took him to the student council office and the demon had to answer questions from Diavolo, Lucifer and Barbatos. The random demon is lucky they didn't have a heart attack during the interigation, they ended up being punished even though it was mostly an accident. The lower rank demon got strung upside down in a random place in R.A.D for like a week. Poor random demon. Lucifer probably proudly brings Mc to see the random demon strung upside down.
Mammon's reaction:
Mammon is also doing Mammon things, you know trying to steal expensive things from R.A.D, getting caught per usual, then getting lectured by Lucifer like always. When Mammon watches Mc go zooming by while holding a lower rank demons hand, Mammon no longer cares about Lucifer's lecture. He immediately is yelling- "Oi' get your grimy hands off my human!" There is no questioning if Mammon is jealous, we all know he is. The lower rank demon takes off after hearing someone yelling at them, dragging poor Mc behind them. Mammon immediately starts running after the two individuals, thats his human man he's not letting someone else hold their hand and drag them around! Thats his job! When Mammon finally catches up to the two, hes fumming, hes in his demon form and he instantly slams the lower rank demon against the wall, unintentionally causing poor Mc to slam against the wall too. At least take Mc out on a date first Mammon. Mammon towers over the lower rank demon while in his demon form. The demon just cowers in fear as Mammon rants about Mc being his human. Mc tries to get Mammon attention, but it takes them awhile due to how worked up he is. Once Mc finally does get the greedy demons attention they explain to Mammon that its a curse, Mc and the lower rank demon got cursed to hold hands during class and couldn't undo the curse.
Mammon is super embarressed, but he doesn't apologize for his actions to anyone other than Mc. Thats his human, that lower rank demon deserved a few bruises purely for being around Mc, he was definitely planning to find the lower rank demon in a secluded area after dealing with the curse. Mammon can not undo the curse, thats not his thing, but Mammon will forcefully drag the lower rank demon and Mc to someone who can undo the curse. He can go to a few people but in all honesty, he goes to Lucifer. Even though he had ran away from Lucifer he trusts Lucifer to much to go to anyone else when it comes to something as serious to Mammon as his human. Mammon bites the bullet and takes his lecture and punishment for running from Lucifer's lecture, just so he can see Mc free from the curse. Lucifer being Lucifer he holds up the punishment part, but he does have a soft spot for his brother and Mc so he helps with the curse, and even lets Mammon torment the lower rank demon for dragging Mc around. Mammon bullies the poor demon for weeks, the poor demon is broker than Mammon by the time Mammon leaves them alone.
Leviathan's reaction:
Leviathan is doing Leviathan things he didn't want to be out of his room but he had to for a student council meeting. He sat near the door to the student council room, playing games on his D.D.D as he waits for it to get closer to when the meeting is supposed to start. Leviathan just so happens to look up in time to see Mc go walking past while "holding hands" with a lower rank demon. Levi is incredibly jealous, but he's also very self-conscious. Levi won't say anything to Mc and the lower rank demon but he will probably mutter something to himself like- "Of course Mc would rather hold hands with a lower rank demon than a yucky otaku like me" Levi is pulled out of his self-loathing thoughts when Mc yells out to him for help. The lower rank demon proceeds to take off running, dragging poor Mc with them, all Mc can do is call to Levi for help. Levi realizes Mc must not be willing holding hands with the random demon. Levi takes off after Mc and the lower rank demon, feeling like a hero in an anime as he chases after the two individuals. In all honesty its a really chaotic and cool chase sequence, the lower rank demon knocks demons and things over as he runs away from Levi with Mc dragging behind. Levi jumps over the obstacles like a professional, genuinely looking like hes meant to be in an anime.
Levi eventually catches up to the two, he pounces on the lower rank demon tackling them to the ground, unintentionally tackling Mc as well. Everyone groans in pain before Levi gets off, he helps Mc up as Mc explains that they and the lower rank demon are cursed to be stuck holding hands. Levi isnt good with curses, he could look up a solution but he isn't confident that he wouldn't hurt Mc during the process of trying to undo the curse. Levi can take Mc and the lower rank demon to plenty of people but he decides to just drag them to Solomon, Solomon's a human and a great sorcerer so Levi just feels like its the best solution. Solomon helps Mc get free from the curse while laughing and poking fun at the situation. Levi does tell Lucifer about what happened, and Lucifer pretends he doesnt know that Levi hacked all the lower rank demon's devices and tormented the random demon for a few weeks because they messed with his Henry. Levi def has hacking skills with how much hes online, change my mind.
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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Sorry I haven't posted in a bit, stuff happened or whateves but ill try and post more after this! More content is coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby!
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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months
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Little Buddy
Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader
Summary: Three members of the team take you under their wing
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"There you are!" Steph said as you pulled open the car door, slipping inside and immediately placing your hands in front of the heater," I thought you got lost!"
You rolled your eyes. "Ha, ha," You said dryly," I didn't hear my alarm go off."
"Didn't your parents wake you up?" Steph pulled off from the curb, turning down the music from the radio.
"Dad's on the early morning shift and Mum was on the night one, she's knocked out in bed," You replied. You dug through your bag to check that you'd brought everything.
Waking up with twenty missed calls from Steph and another one coming in was not exactly the nicest wake up calls - especially when it was paired with getting dressed and ready for the day in under five minutes.
You yawned slightly as you tugged your bag closed again, head moving to rest against the rest.
"There's breakfast and a drink in the back for you," Steph said as she turned onto a roundabout. "You look like you need it. Have you eaten yet?"
You gave her a deadpan look at you leaned toward the back and snatched up the brown paper baggy. "Well, seeing as you woke me up this morning. I'll let you guess."
Steph laughed as you practically attacked your breakfast wrap. "I didn't think I would get your sass this early."
"Thanks," You said brightly, your mouth full of food," Leah calls it my moody teenage hormones."
"Don't listen to Leah," Steph said as she turned another corner," She's just jealous that you're younger and fitter than her."
Your ride to the training grounds made you feel much better than when you woke up and by the time you and Steph pulled up, you were energised and ready.
"Mornin'," Katie said, getting out of her car at the same time you two were.
"Morning," You said brightly and she groaned.
"How can you have this much energy so early?" Katie looked annoyed but you knew she wasn't by the way that she threw an arm over your shoulder and steered you inside.
"Steph gave me food!"
"This wave of energy is recent," Steph assured her," I had to get her up this morning. Her alarm didn't go off."
Katie gave you a look. "You parents couldn't get you up?"
You gave her the same excuse as you gave Steph. "Besides," You continued," It's not really a big deal. Mum and Dad are always busy. I'm pretty self-sufficient."
"You're sixteen," Katie deadpanned.
You shrugged. "And? I'm doing better than most kids my age." You puffed out your chest in pride. "I have a job."
Katie laughed, ruffling your hair as you approached the locker room. "Look at you, superstar!" She said, a hint of teasing in her tone," A job?! Wow!"
"Stop teasing me!" You batted her hands away as she continued to knock you about. "I'm going to bring this up in therapy in a few years!"
She laughed at you again, knowing that your threat was meaningless, but still let you scamper off to your cubby to change.
As usual, Alessia was already there. She wasn't changed yet though, typing away on her phone. You leaned over to read what she was saying. "You spelt that wrong."
She rolled her eyes but corrected herself. "Anything else, grammar police?"
"Actually, yes." You dug through your bag and pulled out your school planner. "I have to go in tomorrow morning and I need someone to sign off on my schoolwork." You offered her a pen.
"Gladly!" Alessia signed with a flourish and you gladly took your school book back.
"What?! Why couldn't I sign?!" Steph sounded outraged.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled your training shirt over your head. "Because you don't know a thing about my schoolwork."
"That's a lie!" She said and you sent her a pointed look.
"Oh, yeah?" You challenged," What classes do I take? Hell, where even is my school?"
"I know your address, isn't that enough?"
"Not when I need a responsible adult to sign off on my work."
This seemed to get Katie's attention.
"I'm responsible!"
"Yeah, for more than half of the yellow cards we get," You said with a laugh.
"Alright, that's it!" She leapt across the changing room and got you into a headlock. A rough noogie was pressed onto your head and no matter how much you tried to get away, Katie wouldn't release you.
"Say you're sorry!"
"Never!"
You howled with laughter as you were suddenly shoved into Steph, who hoisted you over her shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes.
"Don't know what you're laughing about, Russo," Katie said," You're next!"
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You panted as a cross came in from Katie. You barely had any space but you still went for it.
Your foot kicked out and connected with the ball. You didn't try to watch it go in, more focussed with landing on your feet after your bicycle kick.
But suddenly, you were eating dirt.
A body crashed into yours, pushing the air from your lungs.
You were stunned for a moment before you felt more force on your back and then the pressure was released. You gasped for breath, groaning in pain. You could feel a pain and ache in your face.
A hand turned you over and you looked up into Alessia's eyes. She looked concerned and reached out to steady you, helping you sit up. She wiped at your cheek.
"That was a nasty fall," She said," How are you feeling?"
You didn't answer at first, still struggling to draw in the breath that had been forced out of you. You smacked your chest a few times as Alessia rubbed your back.
"Wh-What happened?" Your breathing was still shaky but you had enough in you to speak.
"Ouahabi tried to stop your kick," Lessi said," Crashed into you as you landed. You wiped out." She rubbed a bit of dirt from your cheek and you leaned away, the pain becoming worse when she touched you.
"Did I get the goal?"
Steph laughed as she jogged over, catching your last question. "Of course you did."
"Did it look cool?"
"Real cool."
Together, she and Lessi got you to your feet. With the dirt rubbed off your face, it became clear to both of them that there would be a nasty bruise on your cheek in a couple of minutes.
It seemed Katie came to the same conclusion because she squared up to Ouahabi without prompting, shoving the other woman back with force.
"You wanna have a scrap?!" She demanded," I'll have a scrap if you really want!" She looked like she was a second or two from getting another yellow card so you hurried over and took her hand.
She quietened for a moment and allowed you to drag her away.
"You should watch your back, Ouahabi," Steph warned as Katie tucked you under her arm and walked you back to your position.
"I think I can handle McCabe for another two minutes or so, Catley."
Alessia stepped forward. She was taller than Ouahabi put not by much so they were practically eye to eye. "She wasn't talking about Katie."
Across the pitch, Katie wiped at your cheek. "We'll get some ice on that as soon as its full time. You're gonna have quite the shiner."
"It'll look cool though."
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Hi! I don't know if you are still taking requests, but if it's so, can we please get an Atsumu x reader one shot, specifically, a one shot where Atsumu is scared of commitment, and reader just wants to get married, and due to Atsumu's fear of commitment, she wants to break up. Then he regrets later and tries to win back reader, realising that deep in his heart, he cannot live without her.
I'll leave the ending to you^^!
Hiiii I'm still taking them yes!
Anon? Anon? Did ya get on my brain or something? Hooooly moly this plot is so good let me kiss your mind smooch~
Pairing: Timeskip! Atsumu x Fem reader
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Warnings & content: grammar - Atsumu has an avoidant/anxious attachment style lol - overthinker reader- petnames - Reader owns 2 cats - Sometimes it's not about the screams, it's about what your words mean
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He used to get into problems because of his "Big mouth" (Osamu's words, not his)
Being harsh on someone from the team "whatever"
Lying on Aran's or Samu's face (usually little things tho, like pudding)
Or right now, when after his girlfriend of 2 years showed him a video of a wedding dance and he dismissed it as:
"A pretentious celebration, don' understan' whats the fret about it"
"Well we are not dancers but still it is fun, don't you think Tsumu?"
"Ah 'm talkin' 'bout the wedding"
A needle falling could be heard after that butch of information
"Uh what?"
He just looked at you with an almost bored expression
"I'm not cut for that pretty, all that married lifestyle an' stuff 's just..... Boring fer me"
Your mood obviously shifted drastically. Of course, you weren't expecting that the man you love with all your heart and soul would overrule something you showed interest in such a cold way
"So what you are saying is..... You don't wanna marry me?"
He shifted his gaze from his phone to your face, cringing a little at your pretty obvious disgruntled expression
"We don't know what will happen tomorrow doll we jus' better enjoy our time now"
The shock travelling through your body made you shiver.
"'m jus' sayin'... Ya kinda lose some freedom when ya get married. It's complicated"
You opened your mouth but there was no sound going out of it. You really really didn't expect the evening to turn like this
Then there was set an uncomfortable silence
"Angel?"
"I'm sleepy Tsumu, goodnight"
The bed felt colder even when an hour later he joined you to bed. His arm circling your waist not representing the same love you thought about
The next morning he left with a kiss onto your forehead, an "I love you" and a promise to come back for dinner
It was a custom at this point in your relationship, but this time it felt fake
Why was he still with you if there was no prospect of the future?
Was wanting a wedding too much? Did he plan on to leave you at some point of your life?
The dampness in the pillow signaled you to get up and get ready for the day
For some people it would be dumb or insignificant. A wedding only being a legal paper, a contract, a figure, something done out of selfishness to secure an income or stuff like that
But for you, it was almost your dream since you were little. Glimpses of white, with little brown and gold details, maybe your pet as the ring bearer, and your future husband in all his glory smiling or even crying at the sight of you, like a princess out of a fairy tale. Vows evoking eternal love, promises of care and devotion. A signal of how much you loved that person.
Now that image was not going to be filled with Atsumu's figure nor your cats.
The pang on your chest made your eyes fill with tears again. You had never thought Atsumu would have such an strong opinion about marriage, to think that you two were not on the same page pained you to the brim to the point you had to sit down
You wanted to be selfless, you did. But what would possibly be holding him back that much? Wouldn't he even agree to a civil wedding?
"(...) all that married lifestyle an' stuff 's just….. Boring fer me"
It wouldn't be a lot more different to what you had now... Did that mean that he was bored now?
"Ya kinda lose some freedom when ya get married"
Were you that type of girlfriend tho? A controlling one? No, you were sure about that, so what type of freedom was he talking about?
Your thoughts weren't taking you anywhere, but you were sure about something
You didn't have a future with Atsumu
Meanwhile, on the MSBY's gym, a very restless Atsumu was trying his best to not let his personal life affect his work
But how could he not? When you, the girl he loved so much it hurt, asked for marriage
It's not like he despised the celebration itself, but to him it meant a big step he wasn't ready to take. No now, probably never
Why would you want to change what you had until now? The fact that you seemed so hopeful about it pulled the strings on his heart.
If he was honest with himself he kind of knew this conversation was to come soon. You were watching even more romantic shows that involved characters with healty depictions of marriage instead of the usual comic gag
Or sometimes caressing his ring finger
Still, he wasn't ready. So he hoped he could work things out, you always found the way to do it and while he was terrified of the long term feeling, he just knew he loved you and that was enough
Or so he said to himself
"I know you have a loud mouth but you could have word it in another way Miya"
"I panicked Omi ok?!"
Of course Sakusa noticed the change on his team mate and Atsumu felt he had to talk about it to someone. The raven haired man being his best option so he let all the story out
Sakusa sighed and finished packing his stuff
"I'm just saying Miya, usually this type of disagreements don't end fine"
"Are ya trying to cheer me up or make me feel like garbage?"
"Your words, not mine"
Atsumu could only look at his friend with a mix of a frown and a pout
"I'm surely not the one to tell you this but.... What are you so afraid of?" And like that, the curly man went out of his sight
Atsumu was left sitting on a bench fiddling with his fingers, wondering and thinking about it
While his parents marriage ended in divorce it didn't end bad, they actually did a good job Co parenting the twins.
His dad had shared that they simply felt out of love after so many years, so there was this lingering fear of "Maybe things aren't meant to be forever even if they are really good" What if that happened to him too?
He was sured he loved you, the butterflies in his tummy and the lovesick glances he pulled everytime you looked at his direction were proof of it.
But, what if?
He wanted to be happy as long as life could let him be
He sighed once again this time against your shared apartment, a weak smile forming into his lips watching the "welcome" cloud shaped rug you had insisted to buy the last trip to the supermarket
His nerves were eating his heart out but he knew it wouldn't be intelligent to run away to Osamu just like he did whe he was little. He wanted to properly apologise and show you clearly his fears (maybe he should start going to that therapy Bokuto was talking the other day)
"Angel I'm home!"
Total silence
Huh? That was weird? You always had music even if you were working in your laptop
Maybe you were taking a nap, sure
"Doll?"
He almost got a heart attack when he opened the door of your bedroom and found you siting on the edge of the bed
"Jesus Christ baby! Ya were as quite as a mouse oh my God"
While he clutched his shirt over his chest he noticed you hadn't answered to him. Worried he looked at you and man, he swore his heart skipped a beat
You were wearing your prettiest clothes, something you only wore in his or your birthdays. Something reserved to memorable occasions
But your composure lacked that welcoming and prideful aura you would carry in that outfit. Your smile was rigid, your posture almost as if you weren't welcomed.
He cringed internally trying to decode your demeanor
"Baby yer scaring me...."
"I wanna go out today if that's OK with you?"
"Eh?"
Your voice, soft and gentle. But not like you talked to a frightened animal, no. It was the tone you used when you don't want to upset a beast
His heart wrenched in his chest. You had never spoke to him like that
"'Course I want ta, W-whats the occasion?"
He didn't like how thick the air was becoming. How it was like all of his senses were prepared for the worst
"Just because" You laughed softly and kinda dry
He tried looking at your eyes, but your glance moved from one thing of the room to another, evading him
"OK, I'll be ready in a minute, wait fer me"
When he cleaned and dressed himself up you went out. He tried holding your hand several times while walking, but you avoided it
His chest felt constricted and he tried and tried until you finally held his pinky with yours. But the touch was barely there and honestly? It was killing him
You dined at you both favourite restaurant. Not too fancy not too "family inn". And it was your place, a fact that was making him feel even worse
And it wasn't better for you, your apettie was in the floor and you ate for the sake of your stomach, not having the energy to eat anything at all through the day.
At the end, he knew something was definitely up when you skipped dessert. Your most favourite one only being made in this place. He had to do something and he had to do it now
He proceed to pay the bill against your wide opened eyes and took you out. This time holding your hand entirely with his, taking you back home
It was at the stairs you halted and he let go of your hand, missing its warm
"What's on yer mind doll, please...."
He looked back at you and his breath hitched when he saw your uncommon impassible face with big tears running down your cheeks
But what made it worse, and what made him dizzy was the sentence that went out of your now wobbling lips
"This is the night I'm letting you free 'Tsumu"
"W-what?" his own voice turning shaky and breathy
"I kinda wanted to be selfish and spend a last night with you"
You had to take a deep breath, hiccups making your speech a tad bit difficult to deliver
"I just wanted to be with you a last time"
Last
Last
"I love you Atsumu, but we don't.... We don't have the same goal, we don't have the same mindset" You smiled weakly at him while he just looked at you in shock
You could almost swear there were a bunch of tears forming on his eyes
"And it's ok really but... B-but" You couldn't help the whine that came out, your pain, sadness, and everything else being put on a silver plate for your lover to see
"I just can't do this if I know you won't love me same as I do"
"I LOVE YOU!"
You gasped and flinched at the sudden raise of his voice. But more than anger there was desperation and grief into it
"I love you so so much its insane and I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry"
He was almost full on wailing like a child, just like when they're taken away form their parents on the first school day
Or how he cried when his dad went out of the door
"I'm terrified ya know? Terrified that all of this we've been living is just meant to end and I just-"
He looked up trying to stop the tears, unsuccessfully
"I don't think weddings are dumb or that I would lose something. But I'm so so afraid of what will happen if we settle down"
You were surprised of yourself when you cradled him into your arms. His own circling your waist immediately and holding you as if you were to disappear at any second
"What if you go away someday? What if I go away? What if this is just some cruel destiny's game?!"
His mind was fuzzy, feeling that your departure was seconds away stirred his fight or flight response
If his time with you was meant to end he didn't want it to be now, the overcrushing feeling of losing you now was greater than his fear of compromise
Right now, he was convinced he needed you more than oxygen, more than the sun, more than his own life
"Tsumu"
"But Please stay, don't leave. I don't ever want to have last things with you. At this point I don't even care"
When he looked at your eyes you could sense all of his renowned devotion
"I hurt ya and you suffered because of that. I swear it won't happen again.... Promise..."
After several minutes you both could only try to control your shaky breaths, dry the remaining tears and hold each other
"Marry me...."
"What?"
He pulled away, giving you just enough space to see directly at him
"Marry me....not right now but I..... I can only think of how miserable our life's are without each other and why would I mess up all we've done, all we've lived over a fear I can work on....."
Your eyes watered once again
"I don't wanna impose-"
"Yer not imposing..... I decide I wanna do this"
The strength of his arms were finally giving you the confort they meant to be
"If yer willing to be with this.... Broken piece of man..... Please stay by ma side"
He held your face with delicacy, as if you were the most delicate gem
And for your delight, you now recognised your beloved stare
"I wanna give myself to ya, make ya happy"
"Cuz you're definitely worth the try"
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Not my brain fully functioning to do this instead of my grade paper
Writing angst for Tsumu is soooo satisfying as I said before. This was probably my fav rq until now (prob cuz I'm happy with the result)
Hope you like it! 💙
Natdu
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