#i’ll be fangirling about her from now on you’ve been warned

[1-800-kami]

R U MINE? feat. gojo satoru

gojo satoru has got to be the picture definition of a stereotypical college frat boy. he’s cocky, loaded with his daddy’s money, and dangerously handsome. it seems like common sense to stay away from him since you’ll never get more than a one-night stand out of it. 

that’s why you choose to turn a blind eye once you’ve come to the horrific realization: you’re in love with him. and you’re just itching to ask…

“are you mine tomorrow? or just mine tonight?”

IMPORTANT: part two is out! read here :)

content: 8k words, afab!reader, angst! fluff! heartbreak! n everything in between! implied smut, rich college frat boy gojo and hellcat driver geto 🤑, emotional rollercoaster, reader has a toxic ex, trust issues (?) gojo is absolutely insufferable, misunderstandings, use of words hoe, slut, etc., mutual pining, some jjk character cameos (wink wink) me writing very unfunny dialogue, no bc wtf is this, cheating implications, emo gojo (the worst warning of them all)

author's note: hello hello! my name is kami, i've been reblogging fics on tumblr for a while now but i've recently figured out how to work this hellsite, so i'm going to start posting fics that i write! thank you to those who enjoyed my nanami drabble <3 kisses 4 u all.

this fic IS split into two parts and there is smut in the second part. so just. prepare yourselves for that ig.

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“so… let me get this straight.”

“go ahead.”

shoko takes a deep breath, and you just somehow know that she’s pinching her nose in exasperation right now. “utahime dragged you out to a party in hopes that you would hit it off with somebody. you wander off on your own and later, she sees you and gojo–THE gojo satoru–giving you his number?!”

“uh, yeah. that’s exactly what happened.”

“do you even understand what you’re getting yourself into?! that man bags hoes like they’re pokemon!” you readjust the phone against your ear and sigh at shoko’s comment. 

“okay, first of all, never say that again. second, i rejected all of his advances. i didn’t even save his number.” you stare at the crinkled-up note in your hands, which proudly displays his number and a slick call me if you change your mind ;). you wonder if you could sell this paper to his fangirls–you’d surely make a little bit of cash out of it. “i’ve seen gojo around. i know that i shouldn’t mess with him. plus, he was drunk as hell at the party; i doubt he even remembers my name. to him, i’m just some chick that he’s frustrated at because she didn’t want to fuck him the second she saw him.”

“do you… do you share any classes with him?”

“i don’t think i do.. just, don’t worry about it, okay? i’ll throw away his number and we can put all of this behind us. here, i’ll do it right now.” you rip up the paper into a few pieces before tossing it in the garbage can. hopefully, you did it loud enough that shoko heard it through the phone. “i get that you’re worried for me. and i appreciate that, but i can handle myself.”

“just… no more mention of gojo anymore, okay? you’re right, y/n. let’s just put this all behind us.” shoko sighs, and you smile at that. problem solved. you threw away his number, and he’s most likely moved on to the next girl by now, so that was that. now, you just have to forget about satoru gojo.

all to never let yourself get hurt ever again.

it’s hard to forget about gojo.

not because of those dangerous blue eyes of his–getting anyone lost in them if they stare for too long. not because of his stupid silvery white hair, which makes him look like a mop, and sometimes like a paintbrush. not that stupid cocky grin of his, either…

...but because you’ve recently found out that he sits next to you for physics.

the revelation was truly disheartening. you thought you could avoid him for the rest of the year because as far as you knew, you shared no classes with him. however, you completely forgot about the fact that gojo never attends class in the first place, and you don’t even know what classes he’s in… because he’s never there. so finding out that the seat next to you in physics wasn’t just an empty seat, and it was gojo’s assigned one, was truly an experience.

“gojo.” the name alone makes your heart stop, and you drop your pen to look at the man your teacher was addressing. “finally choosing to attend class for once?”

speak of the devil.

there he was, in all his glory–the man you’d never thought you had to deal with ever again. the man who tried to butter you up with his corny sweet talk so that you would go home with him for the night. the man who persisted with talking to you, even though you were barely interested. the man, who, at the end of the night, insisted on writing down his number for you in case you changed your mind about him and gave him a chance.

you wanted to shrink into your seat and never resurface. 

“good morning, yaga!” he says rather loudly, with no regard to honorifics at all. a few giggles could be heard across the classroom–though geto suguru’s voice was prominent–satoru’s equally as infamous bestfriend. “and yeah! it’s surprising, isn’t it?”

what’s also surprising is how gojo took a seat next to you. you thought that there was a mistake, that your teacher would scold him for sitting somewhere he isn’t supposed to sit and relocate him elsewhere. however, yaga just grumbles and begins the lesson, leaving you helpless and unable to look at the man next to you.

you swear he’s burning holes at the back of your head.

pleasdon’tremembermeisweartogodpleasedon’trememberme-

“you’re that girl from the party, right?” he whispers, and you’ve never wanted to disappear so badly in your life. you slowly nod your head, turning to look at him, and he pouts. “y/n l/n. you never saved my number. hmph, i was looking forward to a text from you, too.”

“i’m surprised you even remember me, 'cause you were fucking wasted that night.” you twiddle your pencil, averting your gaze from the man. “and i never saved your number cause i threw the paper in the trash. it’s probably at a landfill somewhere, y’know.”

your words catch him off guard, and you laugh at how surprised satoru looks. it seems that’s definitely not an emotion he shows often. despite his initial reaction, satoru swears he could feel butterflies with the way your laugh sounds.

“not a common problem for a womanizer, huh?”

“what did you just call me?!-”

“y/n and gojo, do either of you have something to share with the class?” a dark blush of embarrassment covers your face, and somewhere in the back, you could hear geto snickering. gojo just smirks at yaga, seeming completely uanffected. “then i’d suggest you stay quiet the rest of this lesson. don’t make me separate you two.”

“i’d prefer that, actually…” gojo huffs at your comment, thinking of this as a lost opportunity if the two of you get separated. he does a once over at your appearance. you’re cute, but definitely not the party kind. you’re playing hard to get, and gojo finds it adorable–not a lot of girls go that way with him. however, gojo thinks you’re not just like any girl. there’s something different about you that intrigues him.

“did no one ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?”

“how could i not? you’re so cute.” 

“i thought you already learned from the party, gojo. i’m not interested in you.” 

the light blush coating your cheeks says otherwise. he smiles cheekily at the way you tried to hide your reaction to his words. you’re an enigma to gojo… and he’s drawn to you like a moth to a flame. he thinks he’s made his decision.

he’s gonna do whatever’s possible to get your number.

when the bell rings 30 minutes later, you shove your notebook into your bag, eager to finally leave the class that you had with that stupid paintbrush. that is, until he stops you with a question. “what class do you have next?”

he’s relentless. “why do you care?”

“i want to walk you to your next class,” he says, and smirks before saying his next words. “it doesn’t really matter if you tell me or not. i’ll just follow you anyways.”

you sigh, absolutely exasperated with him. he’s like a fly who keeps invading your personal space—always coming back no matter how many times you swat it away. he’s right, though. damn him for being stubborn. “i actually have this period free.”

“oh, sweet!” he chirps, walking with you out the door, making sure to greet geto before he leaves the classroom. “let’s go to the courtyard. i’ll buy you a drink from the vending machine-“

“i was gonna do that regardless if you were here or not.” you give him a look, and you can’t help but tug on your sleeves when you see people whisper to each other as you walk the halls with gojo. of course you’ve heard the rumors. the man next to you is the most popular guy on campus. girls glare daggers at you and the guys call his name, although he barely even acknowledges them. 

some common things that you’ve heard about gojo around the school are: “i heard he only talks to girls for sex,” “apparently his best friend geto is just as much of a player!” “i mean, who wouldn’t fuck a guy like gojo, though? he’s hot and loaded.” “that’s how he reels you in, though. he gets his hand in your pants and never calls you back again.” you know you should stay away from him, it’s common sense, but it’s hard to stay away from him when he’s the one who glues himself to your side. 

“well, now you’ll get a free drink and we’ll get to know each other! isn’t that great?” he smiles and you just grimace at his words. 

“i don’t need your money…”

“don’t care! can’t hear you!” he says, and you’ve seriously considered just making a run for it. at least you’ll lose him, and you’d finally be able to find peace for a bit. although, it would cause a scene, and gojo would probably end up finding you again somehow. 

“what can i do to get you to leave me alone?”

that piques his interest, even though he looks slightly hurt by your question. he thinks for a bit, and smirks. “i really do want to buy you something from the vending machine.. and i want you to spend your free period with me. i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day if you do.”

“do you promise? like, actually?”

“mhm! pinky promise!” you feel like you’re talking to a prepubescent boy.

“then sure-“ you’re about to agree, but he cuts you off with one more condition.

“i also want your number.”

you feel like you’ve been cursed by a god, because having the most popular guy on campus be interested in you has got to be the most chaotic thing to ever happen in your life.

“what do you have me saved as?” 

the question comes from out of the blue, and you look up from the book you were completely absorbed in. you and satoru were at the school library, on a “study date” as he calls it, although it was more so just gojo inviting himself to wherever place you go, as per usual. this time, you have an exam to study for, and you explicitly told him not to bother you unless absolutely necessary.

you do have to say, though, he’s not annoying as you thought he was. he just nagged you way more the first day he sat next to you in physics so he could get your number. it’s been a few days since then, but still, you’d definitely be more efficient in your studies if you didn’t have him attached to your hip all the time.

“satoru, i told you not to bother me-“

“unless absolutely necessary. yeah, i heard you, and this question needs an absolutely necessary answer! contact names really say a lot about our relationship, y’know.”

“relationship? nobody ever said we were even friends-“

“don’t break my heart like that, babe. plus, you don’t call me gojo anymore! it’s satoru to you now,” his heart warms at that realization, and you scoff, especially at the pet name. “we are friends, unless you’d like to be something more...”

“if you say anything else i’m calling you by your government name. gojo satoru.” he looks especially wounded by that.

“ah! don’t do that, please. it feels like we’re a married couple and you’re really mad at me.” he cries and you can’t help but giggle at his words. you decide to entertain him a little bit, fishing through your pocket to find your phone. 

he almost passes out at what he sees on your screen.

“it’s just my number? you didn’t even save my contact?!-“

the shushes from your fellow students and the librarians aren’t even enough to calm gojo’s agony and despair. it also does nothing to stop your laughter, either.

from that day on, gojo’s contact was forcefully changed from his number to “satoru” (he initially added a heart, but you deleted it, much to his disappointment) and one of his many selfies from his stupid instagram account. how the hell can a college student even have thousands of followers?! you think. 

gojo just says that nobody can resist his shirtless post-workout selfies. you’re surprised that you didn’t slap him at his words.

you push him away.

everytime gojo buys your favorite drink, (it’s always on him, despite your genuine insistence in saying that you could pay for your drink just fine.) everytime he walks you to all of your classes each day, (he memorized your schedule just so he could do this) everytime he buys you your favorite foods on the rare instances that you let him take you out for lunch, (usually, this requires a lot of begging, and you mostly relent during class when you’re just exasperated and wanted to get some notes down.), and everytime he calls you by those stupid pet names of his, you think back to what the entire student body says about him, and you think back to your phone call with shoko, where she warns you to not associate with him so you don’t get hurt by anyone ever again, and you push him away.

you push him away even when you realize that if he just wanted you for sex, he would’ve stopped chasing after you when you didn’t text him after that night at the party.

and that thought alone scares you.

still, you’re not heartless. satoru’s been asking to take you out for a while, and you finally agreed to go today. he’s especially chipper about your agreement right now, walking with a slight pep in his step as he bit around his ice cream cone. 

the park boasts some beautiful scenery today, and little children are out and about. still, you underestimated the weather, and the cold uncomfortably nipped your arms as you internally cursed yourself out for wearing just a shirt. you crossed your arms as a subtle way to shield yourself from the cold.

“don’t play coy with me, y/n. are you cold?” satoru says with a cocky grin, and you huff at his question. surprisingly, he drops the teasing act and unzips his sweater, handing it to you. “here, take it.”

“satoru-“

“i’m not doing this to flirt or whatever you’re thinking right now. you’re shivering, and i’m just concerned for you, so please wear it.” he deadpans, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him be so… upfront? you kind of like it. it’s not him teasing you or him being flirty. it’s just him showing that he genuinely cares for you as a friend. you take the sweater with a nod and put it on, ignoring how your heart is thumping as you take in his signature smell. cedarwood with a little bit of musk. it’s not an overpowering scent, but it still envelopes your senses.

“nevermind. you look so cute with my hoodie on. i feel like we’re in a j-drama right now, y/n!”

you take back everything you just said.

a few minutes later, you two are near the kids playground when you decide to take a break from walking, sitting on a nearby bench with gojo. the chirping of the birds and the wind passing through the trees is quickly overpowered by loud crying. crying from the child right in front of you, in fact.

you’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but satoru beats you to it. he kneels in front of the kid, and coos, “hey, buddy. what’s your name, hm?”

he stops crying for a moment to look at gojo and shakily responds, “gumi-um, megumi fushiguro..” 

“megumi, huh.” he clicks his tongue for a moment. “why are you crying, megumi?”

“i-i don’t know where my dad is!” he cries, and satoru looks to you for help. you just shrug, unsure of what to do with the lost kid, until gojo’s face lights up, assumingly with a great idea.

“he’s most likely just around here somewhere. you can wait with us, and we’ll help you find him! say, do you want an ice cream to help you feel better, megumi?” the boy hesitantly nods, and satoru gives him a thumbs up as he takes him to the nearby ice cream stand. you’re watching this entire scene unfold, absolutely enamored with gojo for the first time. you didn’t think he had a natural talent with kids—but the way he’s making megumi laugh while he happily snacks on his ice cream says otherwise. an outsider could look at you three and assume that you’re just a happy family. 

you try to ignore how that makes you feel.

and as you wave goodbye to megumi once he eventually is reunited with his father again, (an intimidating man who gave you two an appreciative nod as he walked away with his son.) you realize something as you tug on the sleeves of your-satoru’s sweater. 

you’re in love with gojo satoru.

and fuck, that revelation scares you more than anything. the last time you had given your heart to a man, he had crushed it repeatedly until you decided that you would never let yourself be vulnerable like that ever again. 

and now, you're in love with your school’s notorious playboy—and it feels like you’re setting yourself up to be heartbroken again. you want disregard those rumors and shoko’s words so badly, but they still eat at the back of your mind even though the real gojo satoru is right in front of you, and he doesn’t match the characteristics of the gojo satoru in those rumors at all.

you also remember that he has one real best friend, geto suguru. you like to think that this is also what geto sees in gojo. the reason why he’s stuck around.

the reason why you want to stick around too.

you’re so busy in your head that you’ve just noticed gojo frantically waving his hand in your face. “earth to y/n? oh, good! i thought you had, like, a shock reaction from seeing megumi’s father. he looked a little scary, no?” 

“he looks like if a muscle came to life and started talking.” you whisper, and he laughs in agreement. burying your hands into the pockets of his hoodie, you smile. you don’t want to think about your current revelation with gojo right now. instead, you’ll stick with the present. and right now, you like the present.

you just don’t want to think about what this means for your future.

it’s the weekend, and you’re doing some work at the local cafe, gojo-free for once. only god knows what the man is doing at three pm in the afternoon on a saturday. not like you should be thinking about him right now, though. his presence alone has caused you to be behind on your studies, and you need to make sure you catch up.

you have to admit, you were a little unused to the silence. usually, the silence would be filled with gojo’s endless banter with you, as well as his terrible, corny jokes that are so stupid you can’t help but laugh. his seemingly never-ending presence was annoying at first, but now, you’re starting to yearn for his company.

it further fuels the pit of uncertainty in your stomach, and you hate it.

shaking your head with a sigh, you take another bite of your pastry and continue typing up the report on your laptop. the looming thought of this report’s impact on your grade and the need to pass this class helps you forget about satoru for a while. once again, you get lost in your academics.

the ring of the cafe bell breaks you from your trance. it was a natural impulse of yours to glance at everyone who entered the cafe, but once you did this time, you felt your heart drop down to your knees.

it was your ex. 

your ex boyfriend who destroyed the notion of love for you, because he made you feel it for a short time, only to throw it all into a pit of fire and leave you scrambling to find nothing but ashes. 

if you had to find the true roots as to why you’re so afraid to pursue a new relationship–you always find your ex in the center of it. and now, he’s right in front of you. you have to face him again when you refuse to shamefully admit that you’ve barely even healed from the emotional scars that he’d left behind. 

you feel as if an invisible hand has wrapped itself around your throat, blocking your airways and your ability to speak.

out of all the days satoru wasn’t here with you, it had to be this one.

“y/n? is that you, sweetheart?” you wanted to vomit at the way he said your name. he had no right to say it so sweetly, when all he’s ever left behind is venom. 

“i don’t want to talk to you.” you cringe at the way your voice cracks, and you avert your gaze from him.

“please, just hear me out for a minute, baby..” he coos, and you hate the way he talks to you as if you were a child. “i know i fucked up, and i can’t change our past… but i can change our future together. if you take me back, i’ll show you how much i’ve changed-”

you don’t know how many times you’ve heard that stupid line before.

“god, you sound like a broken record with how many times you’ve pulled that bullshit on me.” you spat, loud enough to draw commotion in the cafe. your ex has surprise written all over his face–most likely due to your non-compliance to his words. “what, do you say that shit to all your hoes?”

your ex looks around, shrinking a little when he sees all eyes are on him. “now, now, y/n, no need to be like that-”

“be like that… be like that?! you’re telling me to be civil when you’re the one coming in here wanting me back, spouting some bullshit saying that you’ve changed, when i told you to leave me alone already!” you scream, and you could feel the tears bubble up in your eyes. you look down, so you aren’t able to see how everyone’s staring at you with pity. god, you hate pity. it makes you feel weak and vulnerable. the two emotions you absolutely loathe. “i just want you to leave me alone, god. i hate you, why won’t you just-”

“you fucking bitch-” he makes a move to lunge at you, and you instinctively take a step back, pure fear enveloping your senses.

you never feel the impact, though, as you see your ex being restrained by the cafe worker.

you remember him. the man who took your order earlier. he was an older man with a warm smile on his face, although you noticed how his cheekbones were slightly sunken, and he looked a little overworked. you jokingly quipped earlier that he should get some sleep before thanking him for making your order. he just replied, i get that quite a lot.

the size difference between your ex and the man is enough to discourage him from fighting back. he makes quick work your ex, dragging him out the door while he hysterically screams profanities to you on the way out. you assumed the worker threatened to call the police, because your ex scrambled up from the ground and ran away. you hoped this was the last time you would ever see him again.

“are you okay, ma’am? he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

you didn’t even realize that the worker was back inside the cafe. everyone was gradually returning to their own businesses, with the eerie silence being replaced by casual chatter once more. you also didn’t realize how much your hands were shaking, and you huff out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “y-yeah, i’m alright, and he didn’t hit me. i just… need a minute,”

you decide that you aren’t gonna get anymore work done like this, so you pack your laptop into your bag and slump onto the seat with a sigh. you bury your face into your hands. “is it a long story?”

“oh, don’t even get me started.”

he laughs at that, and you ease up a little. “i told him i’d call the police if i ever see him around here again.”

“that’s good to hear. though i’d prefer if i never see him in my life ever again.”

he hums at your words, and he turns to look out the window. “it’s getting dark out. do you want me to call you a cab?”

“no need, i’ll call my boyf–my friend. i’ll call my friend. he’ll uh, pick me up.” you’re still so shaken up you barely even register what you said to him. your eyes are frantic as you turn your phone on and look for gojo’s name in your contacts. you don’t know why you want him to pick you up out of everybody. you could ask utahime or shoko right now, but you just wanted nothing more but to see gojo.

the bell rings again, and you flinch at the sound. thankfully, it was just another customer. the worker sighs. “well, these orders aren’t going to be done themselves. just wave me over if there are any other problems, okay?” 

you nod absentmindedly, and he turns to leave, but you stop him. “wait, sir, what’s your name?”

“kento nanami.”

“thank you so much, nanami. i appreciate it.” 

“i’m just doing my job.”

“your job is restraining crazy exes of college girls and kicking them out?”

“‘it comes with the job description.” he teases, and you laugh lightheartedly. “and your name is?”

“y/n l/n.”

“anytime, miss l/n. again, just please… call me over if anything happens.”

“will do…” you say, pressing the “call” button on gojo’s contact. the anxiety is hitting you again, and you take a shaky inhale. you’re surprised at how he picks up almost instantly. “hey… satoru? yeah, can you come pick me up, please? i know i don’t normally ask you to do something like this but-”

“did something happen?”

“a lot happened, actually… i’ll text you the address. please, just come soon.”

“of course, y/n.” you could already hear him running out the door, hearing the roar of his car engine coming to life. “i’ll be there as soon as possible.”

he gets to the cafe in five.

you wave goodbye to nanami, thanking him once more as you get in the passenger seat of gojo’s car. 

it’s not your first time inside here, but you still can’t help but admire how… expensive everything looks. or maybe you’re just looking around because you’re stalling, and you have no idea where to begin with satoru. 

however, you notice that he’s not asking you what happened, and he’s not forcing you to explain anything to him. instead, he switches the gear shift out of parking and says, “do you want me to take you home?”

your eyes widen at his words, and you shake your head no profusely. the last thing you want to be is home alone right now, mainly because your ex knows where you live. you know he most likely won’t go that far with you, especially since nanami knocked some sense into him… but the possibilities still scare you. you take a deep breath before saying your next words.

“...can you take me to your house? i-i’m sorry for asking, i just don’t want to be alone right now cause i’m terrified and-” 

“y-yeah. i’ll take you to my house.” he says, and you’ve never seen him so nervous in your life. it almost makes you laugh.

“i’ll explain everything later. i just… wanna be somewhere safe first.” somewhere safe. you find his house as a safe place. gojo doesn’t know how to react. his heart is thumping wildly out of his chest, but he makes sure to put your own comfort before his feelings.

“you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” he says, maintaining his cool by keeping his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift.

“but i want to, satoru…” you say. you can’t believe you’re doing this again. you’re crossing so many territories that you were so afraid to cross because of your ex. now, you think you aren’t that afraid anymore. not if you have satoru by your side. 

you place one of your cold hands on the gear stick, interlocking it with his. is he… shaking? “thank you for this.”

still. there are so many things you can’t say to him yet. you don’t know when you’ll be able to… or if you’ll ever be able to.

i love you. i love you but i’m too afraid to say it. i just hope that you’ll be able to wait for me.

“god, you’re killin’ me here, y/n.” 

that pit of uncertainty in your stomach has grown so large you feel it's about to consume you whole. you don’t think you mind much, though.

the two of you are lounging at his couch after satoru insisted on telling you to make yourself at home. there’s a movie playing, with neither of you paying attention at all, takeout on the coffee table, two glasses and a bottle of wine after gojo didn’t know what drinks to serve, and freaked out by pulling the first expensive drink out from his parents’ alcohol closet. has he never properly invited someone to his home before?

“so in short, you had a crazy ex who saw you at the coffee shop… and he was begging for you to take him back, and when you went off on him he called you a bitch and tried to hit you…” he recalls, a huge grimace on his face. “tch. the cafe worker shouldn’t have let him go like that.”

“i’m sure he learned not to mess with me after getting humiliated in public.. and nanami did more than enough for me.” you retorted, and he gave you a sour look. 

“oh, so you know the worker’s name now?” he says, and you could feel the tension build up in the air. oh. so he wants to do this with you? “what, is he your knight in shining armor?”

“he looks like he’s in his late thirties, satoru. i’m not into older guys,” you roll your eyes at his absurd questions and add, “what’s it to you anyway?”

“what’s it to me, y/n?” he repeats your words, and you could feel an argument coming, like you already didn’t have an exhaustive one with your ex. “you know how i feel about you-“

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” your voice is getting louder, all to hide your fear behind the implication of his words. you distance yourself from him on the couch.. much like how you distance yourself from letting satoru get too close to how you truly feel. “we’re not even together, satoru. you don’t get to control the guys that i talk to- hell, have you even seen yourself?”

you’re rambling, and all you want to do is shut up, but you can’t bring yourself to. “i’ve heard what our school says about you. y-you’re a playboy, right? and you only ever talk to girls because you wanna fuck them. i’m not stupid, satoru. i’m not different from any of them, right? you only chase after me because i’m playing hard to get and that pisses you off-“

“what… what are you even saying, y/n?” he asks, and it stops your rambling for a moment. you don’t know what you’re saying. you’re pouring out all the reasons why you’ve tried to push him away, the reasons why you were so afraid to give your heart to him. but now that you say them out loud, they sound outright stupid. 

“i started coming to class just to talk to you, i memorized your schedule just so i can walk you to class every morning. i buy you all your favorite food and drinks… i had to memorize your favorites too, by the way. and i have shit memory.” he’s screaming at this point, and you’ve never had satoru scream at you. there are unshed tears in his eyes, and it’s all overwhelming to watch this unfold. “and when you called me, i drove as fast as i could to you because you never call like that and i was fuckin’ worried!”

“so let me ask you a question, y/n… would i do all these things for you just because i want you in my bed?! i’d do anything for you, and you know that!” he’s crying. the gojo satoru is crying, and it’s all for a girl. if you told this to someone in your school, they’d call you a shit-faced liar. gojo satoru doesn’t cry for a girl. he makes them cry.

“i’m sorry for being skeptical, satoru! i just can’t help it when there’s so many rumors about you wanting to fuck girls just for the shit of it – and i’m conflicted on whether or not i should believe them because i want you so bad and i’m scared you’ll end up just breaking my heart and i don’t want that to happen again-”

he cuts you off. “you… what?”

you’re confused at why he looks so surprised, but then you backtrack on your words and you gasp. fuck. why did i say that? you cover your mouth and look away from him, refusing to meet his eyes.

those stupid blue eyes that you know you can’t get enough of.

“y/n… can you please say that again? i don’t want to do anything if i didn’t hear you right.” his voice is soft now, and you swear that you’re dreaming. this isn’t real. right? i’m gonna wake up soon. you dig your nails into the palms of your hands, leaving half-moon marks in their wake. it doesn’t work, and you don’t wake up, and you know you have to accept the fact that this is very real and it’s happening.

this is the worst leap of faith you think you’ve ever had to take in your life.

“i want you so fucking bad, satoru. and i’m realizing that you’re not just the stereotypical rich playboy that everyone talks about on campus—you’re a really great guy, and i guess i’m just scared to face that-” you don’t even realize that satoru’s got you cornered on the couch, and you can’t finish your words as he slots his lips against yours. hard. it’s the most passionate kiss you think you’ve ever had in your life, and it’s got your breath taken away in seconds. holy shit.

you quietly moan against his lips as you kiss back, cupping his face with your hands and wiping his tears away. you wish this moment would last forever, but you pull away so you can breathe. you meet gojo’s eyes, and they’re clouded with lust and desire, but you could tell he’s still a little uncertain. “we’ll talk later… just take me to the bedroom already,”

gojo doesn’t need another confirmation from you, and he lifts you up to carry you to his bedroom, practically tripping on his feet the way there.

a few hours later and a noise complaint from the neighbors, it’s safe to say that gojo satoru was the best one you’ve ever had.

“god, i’m never letting you go, baby.”

he’s tracing hearts onto your bare back. it’s littered with bruises and red scratch marks just from a few minutes ago, but you’ve never felt better in your life. you stare at the man who invited himself into your life just from an encounter at a party, and you thank your lucky stars that you agreed to go with utahime that night. “is something wrong? you’re starin’ again.”

“i’m sorry it took me so long to trust you. i’ve just been scared to open up my heart again, especially after him.” you don’t have to name “him” for satoru to understand. 

“i’m sorry too. i just got angry about the rumors and i also disregarded the fact that you’re scared to love again after your ex did all of that shit and-” he pauses, and sighs. “sorry. i’m rambling again.” 

he pulls you into another kiss, and this time, it’s sweeter, lighter, and full of love. “i’m going to show you what it looks like to really be loved, because it’s definitely not the shitty picture that your ex painted in your head. there’s way more to it than that.”

“i love you, y/n.”

“thank you, toru.” you whisper. maybe, one day, you’ll be able to find the courage to say it back. and it’s okay, because gojo is willing to wait an eternity for you. 

he’ll wait an eternity for you to teach you how to love again.

“look at how beautiful you are…” gojo says, appearing out of nowhere as he wraps an arm around your waist. you yelp, staring at your boyfriend through the mirror. he’s wearing a classic black tuxedo, with no doubt it being very expensive. it compliments the glimmering rolex on his wrist, and the thoughts running through your head about him and his outfit sets fire to your stomach.

“look at yourself first, toru… god, we should just stay home,” you tease, turning around to pull him into a deep kiss. it’s a friday, and gojo’s taking you out to attend geto’s party tonight. the two of you are going for several reasons. he wants to introduce you to his bestfriend, since you realized that you’ve never actually formally met geto before. it’ll also be your first formal “couple appearance”, as if gojo being attached to your side all the time doesn’t say enough about the two of you already. 

gojo pulls away, which surprises you. you pout at the expression on his face. “as much as i want to, suguru’s been bugging about you all week. i really do think it’s time for you to meet him,”

“hmph. alright.” 

“i’m tearing that dress off of you the second we get home, though.”

“satoru!”

“what?! not my fault my girl looks so damn hot all the time!”

this night is going amazing.

when satoru walks with you through the front doors, arm wrapped around your waist and the dress you picked out for tonight glimmering, you feel a little shy. the guys all whistle at the two of you, and the girls whisper amongst each other, but you and gojo don’t care. in his eyes, you’re the only girl he sees. the only girl worth being with here. 

“wanna go get drinks?” he asks you, cerulean eyes showing underneath his sunglasses. you nod, walking to the kitchen with him. you’re getting severe deja vu… you can’t believe you met gojo at the last party you were at. and now you’re at another party, with gojo as your date. you scan the crowd for utahime or shoko, wondering what you would say to them if they saw you with the man they specifically told you not to mess with.

it’s alright, though. shoko was wrong about those rumors, and gojo’s proving it to you.

“satoru!” the playful voice greets your boyfriend, and you turn to see geto suguru. you’ve seen him around campus, and he sits somewhere in the back of your chem class. you haven’t really had the opportunity to talk to him, though… and he looks a little intimidating.

“you must be y/n,” he says, offering you a freshly opened smirnoff from the drinks on the countertop. you thank him and grab the drink, taking a swig.

“yup! my lovely girlfriend,” gojo lets go of his arm around your waist to grab a drink. 

“you probably don’t know this, but i’ve been his wingman.” he smiles at gojo, who’s pouting, like he’s preparing himself for what suguru is about to say. “he’s batshit crazy for you, its insane.”

“oh? do tell.”

“when the two of you got together, he left me a voicemail at like… four in the morning? anyway, he was screaming about how he was the happiest guy in the world… or something.”

“that’s because i was!” you’re laughing at how unashamed satoru is about this.

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” geto clicks his tongue, pulling out his phone. “and he’s reposted you on insta to like, every drake song-”

“alright, me and y/n are gonna go dance.” he interrupts suguru, and drags you away from his best friend with a yelp. “nice talkin’ to you, suguru!”

“hey, i wanted to know more!-”

“shh, you don’t need to know about all of that.” the two of you are in the living room, in the midst of all the bodies dancing and grinding against each other. he pulls you close to him, and you feel his hot breath against your neck. “you look so beautiful tonight, y/n.”

“same for you, handsome. let’s dance, shall we?” you wrap your arms around him and just sway to the beat. you’ve never been much of a dancer, but everything feels natural as long as gojo’s with you. 

suddenly, the music changes, and one dance starts playing. you two look at each other, and you both burst out laughing at the same time. “have you reposted me to this song?”

“duh. it’s a classic.”

“can’t disagree with that.” you say, finding yourself grinding against satoru while wizkid’s part plays in the background. it feels like such a perfect night–you’re pulling satoru into a deep kiss, and he shoves his tongue down your throat while he’s leading you to a nearby couch. you’re seated on his lap, mimicking practically every couple in this party tonight. 

suddenly, you pull away, and you whisper, “i need to use the bathroom.” 

satoru smirks at your words, thinking that it’s a hint for something else, and you give him a sour face. “want me to join you-”

you hit his chest playfully. “that’s not code for anything, you perv. i actually need to piss.” 

he’s pouting at your words, but he lets you off his lap anyway, and holds your drink for the time being. “it’s at the second door in the hall to your right. be quick, please.”

“no duh. i’ve got a cute date to come back to,” you say, walking away and traversing all of the bodies that smell like sweat and alcohol. you’re a little unused to this environment, but it’s alright. you fix up your makeup in the bathroom and freshen up a little, walking back to the living room to find satoru again. 

you wish you never did.

you were gone for four minutes. five minutes max. you come back to satoru, and your breath hitches at the sight.

on his lap was a random chick that looked like every other girl at this party. she was practically naked, since her outfit didn’t do much to cover her skin at all.

fuck.

you remember the first time you saw gojo at the last party you went to. the sight wasn’t that different compared to the one now. there were girls all over him, all fighting for his attention. and yet, it seemed that night, his attention was focused solely on you.

what bullshit that was.

your eyes are blurry, and the music is muffled in your ears. white noise fills your senses, and all you want to do right now is run.

so you do.

you run, not caring if gojo saw you at all or not. you run out of the party, eternally grateful that you didn’t pick out heels for tonight and settled for much simpler shoes. you run, despite the fact that you drew geto’s attention. you were already out the door before he could ask what was wrong. you run, just wanting to get away from everyone and everything. you run with no particular destination in mind. you stop running when you almost get run over on a red light, the car honking at you–screaming profanities as it drives by. it breaks you from your trance, and you sit on the curb of the sidewalk, letting all of your tears out on what was supposed to be a perfect night.

of course gojo didn’t think that you were different. you were just like every other girl to him.

stupid. stupid. stupid. you’ve never felt so stupid in your life.

when geto sees you running out the door with unshed tears in your eyes, he immediately panics. what the hell happened?

he goes through every room of the house, trying to find gojo, when he hears a bunch of commotion in the living room. he runs there, pushing past everyone, only to find a total disaster inside.

he sees gojo screaming at a girl dressed like a stripper, who was on the ground with tears in her eyes. satoru looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel with how pissed he looks. there’s a crowd forming at this point, and geto knows he needs to intervene, so he drags his bestfriend away, who looks so distraught that geto could just wonder what the fuck happened.

they’re outside now, and its significantly a lot more quiet out here compared to all of the chaos inside. all the noise is coming from gojo—who won’t stop crying, and geto has no idea what to do or where to even begin. “fuck!”

“dude, what the fuck happened!?” satoru looks like he’s feeling every emotion at once. he looks pissed, pissed enough to punch a wall, and geto’s a little afraid that gojo might actually do that–or worst-case scenario, punch him. he’s crying, and geto hasn’t seen gojo cry ever since he fell off a swing in pre-k, so what happened must be really fucking serious.

“i don’t KNOW what happened, goddamnit! y/n went to use the bathroom and some slu- some girl came up to me and threw herself on my fucking lap! i was gonna tell her to fuck off but y/n saw before i was able to and now she’s gone and she probably thinks that i’m just some cheater when i’ve worked so hard to get her to trust me and-FUCK!”

he stops, trying to calm down a little, and gojo takes the shakiest breath he thinks he’s ever taken in his life. the red in his vision starts to fade, but he still feels helpless. “i just don’t know what to fucking do, suguru.” 

“i just saw y/n run out of my house a few minutes ago.” he says with a grimace, and he’s trying to figure out what to tell his bestfriend. “i’ve never seen you like this over a girl before. holy shit, you really love her, do you?”

geto thinks that gojo’s bloodshot eyes, the brutal names that he called that girl at the party, and the tears he’s shed for you are already an answer.

“this is your last chance to prove it to her, satoru.” geto fumbles through his pockets and hands him the keys to his challenger. gojo snatches them, hearing the car engine rumbling itself to life. the white-haired man thanks his best friend as he steps into the drivers’ side, with geto reassuring him, ‘ill deal with the chaos inside, you go ahead and explain yourself to your girlfriend’.

gojo swears that he’s never driven so fast in his whole life.

part 2 :)

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MWRMI Part 2

My Weird Roommate, Midoriya Izuku!

📦 Week 0.5 - Let’s get settled! 📦

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Previous part Master List

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of Deku’s “peach” and other parts in a non-cheeky way. I also made Deku look like a sugar daddy by accident but I swear that was not my intention, he just loves to share his money with his friends, he’s just nice like that!

16 + because of the joke in the last part of this chapter.

Summary: Y/N meets pro hero Deku’s mysterious cat and gets to know Midoriya a little bit too much for her liking. (That’s a lie, she secretly loves it.) Bakugou gives Y/N a flattering nickname.

There is an ugly attempt of a blueprint by the end of the story about Deku’s flat if the layout gets too confusing!

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It has only been an hour since your world has turned upside down. You’re staring at the ceiling in your new room; which is absolutely massive by the way; your bed is extremely comfortable, even with the lack of sheets and pillows. Your room has two massive wall-to-wall windows; one facing the garden area with the pool and the hot tub, the other one facing the city; the view will be absolutely stunning when all the city lights come to life.

You hear a rustle outside your door and a thump of a cardboard box being placed in the hallway; that’s when you realize you are being an absolute prick right now.

You kind of forgot about the van outside the building stuffed to the brim with all your boxes and old furniture. Deku must have went down to tell them where to bring the stuff up. Knowing this guy he probably did all the work for them.

You jump up from the comfortable bed and make your way to open the door a little bit too aggressively. The side of the door meets a fluffy green head. Well, now you’ve really done it.

“I’m so sorry, Deku-san! Are you hurt?” You crouch down to the poor guy, trying to access the damage. You heart makes a few somersaults when you touch the ridiculously fluffy and soft curls. That counts as a damage, right?

You, Y/N, 23 years old fangirl, touching pro hero Deku’s hair, like it’s no biggie. How is this all real? Oh, your face is really hot. And so is pro hero Deku in his fucking joggers and oversized all might thank top.

“You don’t need to be so polite, just call me Midoriya.” The hero giggles. - Jesus, why is he so adorable?! - “Also, I would be a pretty lame hero if a single door would be able to hurt me. Try throwing the whole building in my face next time, that might make me a tiny bit dizzy at least.”

Your embarrassment fades away with your loud laughter after hearing Deku… Midoriya making such a joke with such a straight face. You look around the hallway, seeing a bunch of boxes already placed next to the wall.

“I’m sorry, I forgot about the boxes, I’ll get the rest! It’s your free day, you deserve to chill.” You really don’t want him to do all the work for you, even though you know it’s probably not a big deal for him.

“No worries, there’s only 10 boxes left, I can bring them up in one go!” Midoriya exclaims, like it’s an absolutely normal thing to be able to hold 10 massive boxes full of heavy books on one shoulder. The hero world is amazing.

“I need to see that.” You accidentally say your last thought out loud, which only makes the green haired hero giggle out loud, again.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” A mischievous smile spreads on the hero’s face, his eyes shining with challenge. He takes your hand and pulls you forward to the main entrance like you’ve known each other for ages; it’s the complete opposite of the high school version of him, at least if Jirou’s old stories were true.

Back in his first year of high school, Midoriya Izuku was a shy boy, really lanky and really awkward with everyone, especially with the ladies. He was severely bullied by his childhood best friend, Bakugou Katsuki, who somehow became a close friend of his during his high school years, like the terrible bullying on Dynamight’s part has never even happened. There are a lot of foggy gaps in the story, parts Jirou didn’t want to share for the sake of the other person, but eventually, Midoriya has changed; he’s become stronger, a man full of confidence but his empathy towards everyone only grew stronger as the time went by. His heart is big enough to love every single living, breathing thing, without a limit.

You let yourself be pulled towards the door, down the hallway and into the elevator, your heart full of anticipation to see your favorite hero do something so domestic, just for you.

Ahh, you are such a fangirl, goddammit.

Midoriya goes all out to show off, just to make you laugh; he puts 9 boxes on his shoulder and spins the tenth one on his fingers like a basketball. You can’t help but giggle, your eyes shining like the fangirl you are, absolutely fucking smitten with the man opposite of you. Midoriya takes one glance at your face and laughs with a hint of a blush on his chubby cheeks and gives you the box. All your muscles strain from the weight of it, and you can’t help but wonder how the fuck did he not break his finger. “Team work makes the dream work!” Midoriya grins as he steps into the elevator to go back to his apartment….

…Which is also your apartment.

You’ll never stop fangirling about this. Never.

After putting the boxes down in the hallway, you hear a rustle from one of the open boxes; by the look of it, the tape didn’t hold properly and snapped, leaving the box half open.

Two beige ears stick out from the small space between the two flaps of the box, alert.

“All Meowt! Get out of there!” Midoriya giggles at the intruder and takes it out of the box; a massive cat with beige fur and barely visible leopard print on his back. You almost choke on your saliva from trying not to laugh at the obese cat. His mismatched eyes; one blue, one dark brown; look at his owner angrily, clearly not amused by being taken out of his new “home” so abruptly. He moves his chubby arms to attack the “offender”, but makes his mind up in the middle of the movement; it’s too much bother to raise these fluffy paws! After a few seconds, the cat just lets his body go limp in Midoriya’s hand, making him look like a sack of potatoes.

“He’s so chubby!” You cry out, but by the look of it, this wasn’t the right thing to say as Midoriya puts the cat into his arms and covers his little ears with a pout on his face.

“Don’t say that, Y/N! He’s self conscious!” He tries to reprimand you and you swear you try not to laugh even harder than you already are, but it’s impossible. “Don’t laugh, Kacchan called him a fat bitch a few weeks ago because he tried to get some food out of his plate and he started throwing up right after!” Midoriya looks so sure of his reasoning and you don’t have the heart to tell him that the cat probably threw up because he actually ate some of the food which knowing the fiery hero was probably full of sriracha or something definitely not good for the poor cat’s sensitive stomach.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” You try to get some air into your lungs after all the laughing.

“So…” Midoriya puts the cat down who runs into the bedroom opposite of yours. “Can I help you unpack? I’m not sure when I’ll be home properly again, so… I want to tell you more about the flat? Get to know you, and stuff…” the hero scratches his fluffy head, embarrassed. “I mean, you don’t need to say yes, I understand if this is too much for you, I mean, when I met my idol for the first time I was about to pee myself and even after months of being together almost every day I still managed to freak out every time I remembered who he is, I still freak out sometimes when he comes over and plays with All Meowt…”

Oh yeah, you were so busy laughing you kinda forgot the name of the little rascal. It’s a really fucking ridiculous name.

“Please, breathe.” You snort while you look at Midoriya’s face; he’s flushed and out of breath, thanks to him trying to get all that rambling out without taking any air into his poor lungs. “I’ll accept your help, thank you.”

This is how you end up in your room with pro hero Deku, who’s extremely busy right now with handling your Deku merch with utmost care. Thankfully, the room has quite a lot of shelves so your hero merch can be displayed nicely; Midoriya tried to persuade you to have your merch in the living room, but after 5 minutes of back and forth arguing you compromised by having 1 Deku figurine and a few other hero ones in the living room, while the rest stays in yours.

It’s a really fucking weird thing to be able to argue about such a silly thing with your favorite hero. You wrote so many fanfictions about your daydreams of living with the Number 1 hero, but the real thing is so different, you are actually not sure you know this hero at all at this point.

The base of his character is the same as the one in your fanfictions; kind, understanding with a heart full of love, but in real life, he is so much more than that; he’s less of a hero and more like a nerd, a super hyper and excitable person who’s overprotective and just so fucking lovely it actually hurts your brain and your heart.

After the argument is settled, Midoriya tells you about the stuff you might need to do in case he can’t make it home; feed All Meowt, pet All Meowt, water the plants, make sure there is bread and rice in the house in case he actually makes it home and basic things like that. It’s really not so different from the way you lived until now. Your old roommate was an unviable peace of shit who would have starved if it’s not for you, so having cheaper rent for all your hard work this time is a gift from God himself.

You end up cleaning up the mess until later in the afternoon and you both decide to order some takeaway as you are both too tired to actually make food tonight. Midoriya pulls you out of your room to show you around flat properly; apparently pulling people around is a thing Midoriya does, or at least it is now; then Midoriya stops by the massive wall-to-wall window in the living room and points at a big fake plant in front of it.

“So this is my favorite plant, the only one who didn’t die on me yet.” He shows you the plastic plant with a proud face. “I’ll get some more now that you are around! It only needs water once a week but I once forgot to water it for a month and he was still okay! So don’t worry about it too much!”

This is a fucking plastic plant. And he doesn’t know. This is…

“So how long have you had this plant, Midoriya?”

“Two years. I got it from the squad after I started to cry about accidentally killing all my plants when I was drunk.”

… absolutely ridiculous.

This man… this pro hero… this legend… has been watering a fucking plastic plant for two fucking years and no one had the heart to tell him that it’s fake.

This man is fucking precious. Oh my god, he is so fucking precious, you can’t even.

His friend are also absolute legends, because you are quite sure they had to “water the plant” while he was away to the US and they probably did it for him, out of pure pity.

You keep a straight face and pet the leaves of the plant to make sure he knows you’ll take care of it properly. You’ll go to the nearest garden center tomorrow and buy all the fucking plants in the word for this precious little boy and you’ll make sure they don’t die on him.

The living room is absolutely massive by the way; it has a corner couch that’s big enough to seat at least 15 people, it has a super dark green color and looks super expensive; there is also a massive TV (or rather a home theater), a massive drink cupboard, a coffee table, several shelves full of limited edition hero figurines (the price of these figurines is something you don’t even want to think about right now) and there are several cute Polaroids hung up on a fairy light on one of the walls. You’ll take a closer look when he’s not around, you don’t want to creep him out… yet. The kitchen/dining area has an arched doorway instead of a actual door, making the space feel even bigger than it is; the room is full of handy gadgets and different types of coffee machines, a super expensive looking rice cooker, and in the corner you can see the cat’s feeding bowl, which of course, is fucking automatic. Why is the cat so fat then?!

The oven is super fancy as well and absolutely huge, the dining table is big enough for your whole family tree. Everything is… oversized. Now it makes sense why the greenette said that the flat is way too big for one person. This flat could hold a party with half of the city without it being too crowded. Midoriya mumbles through the whole flat, telling you random stories involving the room then excitedly pulls you through the hallway again to get to the massive door leading to the pool. The outside area is - wow, what a surprise! - massive, the pool is bigger than some of the public pools in your mom’s city, there is a hot tub connected to it on the left side, bubbling vehemently as you walk next to it to get to the garden area, which is the only part of the flat that looks abandoned and uncared for, but you are already planning on planting several fruits and vegetables on one side and super cute flowers on the other, so needless to say, you really don’t mind that he doesn’t care about this area. Hm, you might even get a little cute picnic table so you can appreciate the sunrise with a hot coffee in your hands. You could draw your manga here, in the sunshine! Oh, you are really excited.

“Hey, Y/N, are you with me?” Midoriya waves his hands in front of you; you probably ignored the poor guy’s excited rambling by accident.

“I’m so sorry, Midoriya!” You bow apologetically. “I was just thinking about cleaning up the garden and have some tomatoes and flowers in there? A picnic table? Sorry, I really shouldn’t be reorganizing someone’s garden when I’ve only been here for a few hours…”

Midoriya’s eyes sparkle with excitement, looking as happy as a baby golden retriever.

“You want to take care of the garden too?!” He chippers, but he gets cut off by a really loud ringing noise coming from his bracelet. It flashes in red aggressively until he taps on it twice; suddenly, a holographic Bakugou Katsuki appears on the top of the bracelet, in the size of a hero figurine.

“Code red shit nerd, meet me at the usual corner. Group C made a move, all units are needed.” Dynamight suddenly moves his head to your direction. “Yo, freeloader, nice to meet ya or whatever.” The call cuts off and you just stand there like a dumbfounded idiot; what’s with all the high tech stuff? And what’s up with that nickname?!

“Don’t mind him, he gives everyone a nickname.” The hero smiles, but he’s clearly really antsy to move. He takes out something gold from his pockets and puts the golden thing in your hands without giving it a second thought. “Here’s my bank card, buy whatever you feel like we need in the flat and also feel free to use it for your garden shenanigans! It’s my garden, so I’m paying! Also, let’s do your fingerprint quickly because I really need to go.” The hero gives you a sad smile and it breaks your heart a bit; he clearly wants to stay for longer and chat about your plans, but oh well, this is hero life for ya’.

Midoriya takes your fingerprint at the door in only a few seconds then runs into his room to change; after a minute he comes out the door and heads towards the garden.

“See you soon, Y/N! Sorry I can’t stay and celebrate your new life with you! I’m heading out!“ The hero runs out to the garden before you have time to appreciate him in his hero costume/freak the shit out because fuck, this really is the Number 1 hero Deku you are living with; then jumps off the 43. Floor of the building without hesitation. You are frozen in place in front of the back door as you stare at the hero’s silhouette getting smaller and smaller in the distance, bouncing from one building to another.

You come back to your senses after a few minutes and move towards your room to finish up. Midoriya doesn’t seem to be coming back soon.

The next morning. 🥦

You wake up at 5 am to a really loud splash coming from outside of your window. You look at your limited edition Deku clock and let out a low whine; it’s way too early for this shit.

It takes you a few minutes to move to the window to investigate the weird noise; you are still half asleep and probably not even aware of your new living situation yet. As you stare into the distance with your eyes unfocused, the splash of green and yellow becomes a full picture… and that’s when you realize you are staring at the pro hero’s NAKED ASS moving from the pool to the hot tub to get warm.

It’s not just the bottom you had a glance at; oh no… there was the ding and the dong and everything you kinda never wanted to see; okay, that’s a lie, you are a veteran in the cheeky section of Tumblr, but man, you’ll never be able to write a fanfiction again without feeling like you’re about to expose Deku’s intimate secrets.

If the situations isn’t terrible enough, after Deku is settled he waves at you with a smile on his face, absolutely unaware that you did indeed see his ding and his dong while he crawled into the hot tub, and for some weird reason, he’s absolutely not freaked out by you staring at him at 5AM in the morning while he soaks his sore muscles and enjoys the lovely sunrise.

You: Who the fuck uses the pool naked?!

Jirou: I did not want to know that.

You: Me neither.

Jirou: Stop lying to yourself.

You: …

You’ll never leave your room again.

… Next Part!

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Fun facts:

- The “chubby cat” conversation has actually happened in my real life, it was a legit conversation with my mother-in-law. She’s precious.

- I’m quite sure I accidentally stole the name “All Meowt from someone else’s ficc, so if it’s you, send me a comment or a message and I’ll tag you as the original author or something! Thank you!

- I tried to make a little thingy to show you the layout of Deku’s flat, don’t judge me, please 😂😂😂

(It’s a masterpiece, I know.)

The secret room will be revealed eventually. (Stop thinking about dirty things, we are talking about Deku.)

Feel free to try and guess what the secret room is, can’t wait to see your answers!

See you in the next part!

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 💚🥦

Kit

~•🥦•~

Taglist: @porusuniverse (want to be added? Just ask!)

#mha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #my hero academia #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya izuku #pro hero deku

[throughthetwistedmirror]

Not Weak ~ *Epel Felmier*

Summary: Epel absolutely hates Vil's fangirls because they think they're in love with them. He thinks love and emotions make you weak. You're about to prove him wrong.

Pairing: Epel Felmier X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 834

Warning: Obnoxious fangirls

Masterlist

Taglist: @savanaclaw1996 @goseew

“Look at them, simpering over Vil like silly little school girls.”

You rolled your eyes at Epel’s grumblings. He always had something to say about Vil’s fangirls and their very obvious crushes. You tried to not let it get to you, but it was pretty annoying hearing about it day after day after day. It was even worse when he brought up Rook’s infatuation with the movie star.

“You’re still on that?”

“Still?! Look at them! Seven, he drives me crazy as he lets them live in their stupid little fantasies!” He growled, raking his fingers through his lilac hair. “He should just throw one of them a bone and date them, so then the rest can stop acting like lovesick children.”

“There are two things wrong with that,” you counted on your fingers. “First of all, can you imagine the fan wars that would start because of that? Things would be a lot worse than they are now! Second, there is no way Vil would ever date a fan.”

“You call those problems, I call that entertainment.” He snickered. “I would pay to see all of his fans go at each other’s throats just so they could date Vil. It would be ten times more entertaining if he chose Rook! Can you imagine it? The chaos would be amazing! But in a perfect world, I’d be as far away from these delusional fans as possible.” 

You crinkle your nose at his words. “What’s with your aversion to love, huh? Can’t you just let the fans live in her delusional world that Vil likes them back? Would that be so bad? Can’t you just let sleeping dogs lie?”

“I would if their air-headedness and screams didn’t bother the absolute shit out of me.” Epel began to pout which if your heart wasn’t stuttering in your chest, you’d call him cute. “I hate all of it. No one should be that infatuated with another person. It’s a sign of weakness you know.”

“Weakness? You think having feelings and showing emotion is a weakness?”

“Yeah, obviously.”

You were used to these kinds of conversations with him, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt your heart. Apparently you were much better at hiding your crush on Epel than Vil’s fangirls were. But maybe that’s because you did go around screaming about how attractive and how kind he was. Perhaps if you acted more like them, he might get the hint you liked him more than a friend… 

But you weren’t a fangirl at all. And you had other ways of getting your point across. So instead you started laughing.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “What are you on about?”

You waved your hand dismissively. “Nothing, nothing. It’s just, it’s very obvious you’ve never been kissed before and I find that very hilarious.”

Epel’s jaw dropped. “I HAVE BEEN KISSED BEFORE!”

“No you haven’t! If you’ve been kissed, good and proper, you wouldn’t be saying that having emotions is a weakness.”

“I have been kissed and I still think emotions make you weak!”

“Whatever you say, you kiss-virgin.” You shook your head before leaning in closer to him, a coy smile on your lips. “Just say you’ve never been kissed and I’ll stop teasing you.”

The light blush on Epel’s cheeks did not go unnoticed by you. You definitely had him right where you wanted him. Now all he needed to do was completely fall for your trap.

He stuttered as he answered you, “So what if I have never been kissed? What’s so great about kissing anyways, huh? I don’t see the big deal people have when it comes to love and kissing. I’m perfectly content never having-”

You kissed him.

It was a simple peck, no more than five seconds, as you didn’t want to get too overzealous and scare him. But even the briefest contact between your two lips had you practically soaring. It was a damn good kiss if you had to say so yourself. When you pulled away and noticed his eyes were slow to flutter open, you knew he felt the exact same way.

“There. Now you have been kissed.” You smiled smugly. “Still think emotions make you weak?”

He didn’t say anything at first. His fingertips brushed against his lips and he stared at you with half-lidded eyes. You didn’t think you had that kind of effect on him with just a simple little peck. Honestly, it made you feel flattered and more flustered.

Finally, Epel spoke, still holding that arrogant tone. “I wouldn’t say I’ve been kissed good and proper like you said. So I wouldn’t know.”

“Then let me change that.”

Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined having a teenager make out session on a couch in the Pomefiore common room with your crush. But you're glad it was happening anyway. Perhaps now he wouldn’t think his emotions made him weak. Because you knew yours made you strong enough to love him.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction #Twisted Wonderland Drabble #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Drabble #Pomefiore #Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier X Reader #Epel Felmier Fanfiction #Epel Felmier Drabble #Epel Felmier Fluff #Epel #Epel X Reader #Epel Fanfiction #Epel Drabble #Epel Fluff #Drabble #Fluff #Angst

[jawabear]

Okay, hear he out! Stephen brings home America to ready, and reader absolutely falls in love with her (mom/dad kinda way) and Stephen adores it and just fluff??

Here's to new beginnings (Dr Stephen Strange x Reader)

Not my GIF (but its cute)

A/N: thank you for the request Anon!! I hope this is okay for you! i think i may have put a little too much angst in it? not like a lot but apparently i cant write a fic without it so... But i hope you enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes. Stay Safe.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: fem!reader (she/her), slight MoM spoilers, not much else

Summary: Stephen is sure of it, but America is apprehensive

America stopped at the bottom of the steps leading up to his home that he shared with his newly wedded wife. “Stephen?” She said quietly as she wrung her hands together nervously.  Stephen tilted his head in concern about her sudden shift in demeanour. “Are…Are you sure this is okay? That…she’ll…like me?”

Stephen fully tuned his body and walked over to her placing his hands on her shoulders causing her to look up at him “I’m sure” he nodded. He said nothing more but the look in his eyes was enough to subside her nerves for the time being. She drew in a breath and stood up straight before nodded at him and following him up the steps to the front door. 

“(Y/N)?” Stephen called out as he walked through the door to the house. “(Y/N)?” He called again after getting no response. But this time he heard the quick pace of footsteps getting closer and closer before she appeared at the top of the stairs with a hopeful expression on her face. 

“Stephen!” She cried out as she practically jumped down the length of the stairs and flew into his open arms. He wrapped them around her tightly, holding her impossibly close to him. “Thank god you’re okay…” she whispered into his chest before lifting her head to kiss him. 

America was surprised to see what she looked like. (Y/N) wasn’t what she imagined. In all fairness, she didn’t know what to expect. She just assumed that it would be someone more similar in looks to Christine. Or maybe some crazy fangirl of his, or some impossibly pretty model that was three feet taller than him. 

But (Y/N) wasn’t any of that. She looked…lovely. She immediately made all the nerves within America disappear simply by showing up in the room. She had a warmth about her that reminded her of the mothers. 

America stiffened when (Y/N) looked over to her and gently pushed Stephen away from her “you must be America” she gave her soft smile and her voice matched it perfectly. (Y/N) took cautious steps towards the girl noticing her unsteady body language. “Stephen told me you’d be coming with him. I’ve been excited to meet you. And to thank you for looking after him. I know how difficult he can be. I wouldn’t blame you if you’ve contemplated killing him a few times. We’ve all been there”

“I’m literally behind you” Stephen huffed as he came and stood next to (Y/N) and wrapped his arm around her waist. They were both now looking at America with fond smiles. America’s heart warmed and she couldn’t help but burst into tears before flinging herself to them both who were taken back by her suddenness. 

“Thank you” she whispered.

“What for?” Stephen asked.

America pulled away and wiped her eyes “I uh…I don’t know really. Sorry I just…” (Y/N) pulled her into her arms and gave her a tight squeeze. She said nothing but said everything at the same time. How was it possible that this woman America had just met made her feel so loved? America didn’t know the answer to that but she didn’t particularly care about the why or the how. She only care that the feeling was there. 

(Y/N) pulled away from her, still smiling and then looked to Stephen “you really are insufferable on missions” 

“Seriously? You’re one to talk”

“Excuse me? I’ll have you know that everyone preferred to work with me than you. Even Wong. So take that”

“That traitor” he muttered to himself. 

“You both must be starving!” (Y/N) said suddenly. She looked back to America “how does pizza sound?”

“Uh..perfect. That’s my favourite!”

“Great! I’ll go order”

-

As the credits rolled Stephen looked over to (Y/N) who was carefully wrapping a blanket around a sleeping America laying on her shoulder. “You know” he began in a low voice as to not wake her “you haven’t stopped smiling since we got back”

“sorry…” she whispered sheepishly. 

“It’s nothing to apologise for. It’s nice. I haven’t seen you smile so much since before-“

“Don’t” she cut him off with a sharp whisper “I don’t want you to say it”

“Okay. I won’t” those five years were not good for anyone, (Y/N) included. Five years apart from Stephen was more that torture for her. She had change so much in that time that when they saw each other again on the battle field against Thanos he barely recognised her. She seemed to have a dark cloud thundering above her head. It was the darkest most horrible time in her life and she didn’t want to ever think about it again. 

“I love this” he said with a faint smile. 

“Love what?”

“This” he pointed at the scene before him “seeing you like this, with the kid”

“Yeah?” She smiled.

“Yeah”

“She seems like a good kid” (Y/N) said as she brushed a piece of America’s hair out of her face “you did the right thing Stephen. Bringing her back her. Not just for her, but for you as well”

“Yeah…maybe” he looked away, his cheeks now dusted red. 

“I can only say that I like this” she said “I don’t love it at the moment. But I know what would make me love it”

“What’s that?”

She flipped the blanket up and patted the empty space on the sofa next to her “if I had the man I love to cuddle with”

He let out a weak laugh and shook his head before standing and sitting next to her and pulled the blanket over him. (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her. “I knew you always had a soft spot for kids”

“Shut up”

“For the record, I think you would make an amazing dad”

“Only because you would make an amazing mum. I wouldn’t be able to do it on my own…” he paused mid-thought “I can’t do this on my own..”

“You don’t have to. I won’t leave you…neither of us will”

“You can’t know that she won’t”

“America…wasn’t who I was talking about” (Y/N) lifted her head and looked at him with worried eyes. 

“You…” he breathed before looking down at her belly “really?”

(Y/N) nodded “yeah…I was…going to tell you sooner but…you left so I…couldn’t…” she thought about her next words. It was a simple enough question but one that could make or break the situation they found themselves in. “Are…are you happy?”

Those words echoed in his ears in a few different voices. “You know, I’ve been asked that question a few times recently. I lied every time I answered. But now I can truthfully say yes. I am happy. I’m happy with you. I’m happy with our life. I’m happy with…our new beginning”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m absolutely sure”

“So…from now on…it will be the four of us?”

“The four of us” he nodded “I like the sound of that” 

(Y/N) laid her head back on his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to her head as he smiled and sighed in content. (Y/N) smile too.

So did America. She was going to have family again. And she wouldn’t lose this one. She was sure of it.

 17/06/22

#stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange fanfic #dr strange #dr strange x reader #dr strange fanfic #marvel #fluff #fanfic

[fictionalmenxyn]

Don’t fear the Reaper, but don’t fall for the Reaper

TF141 x fem!reader

Who is the one to be yours? Who will win the former female lieutenant?

Pump cover= over-sized gym clothes. Spot= someone who stands behind you to catch’s the weights of you struggle/can’t control it.

Tw: language and I believe that’s it

—–—

You were quite known in your military career. Being one of the most respected, most badass and feared female lieutenant. Over the years you gain a reputation for yourself, people who you’ve worked with especially the younger ones usually would fangirl you or always ask ‘are you the Grim Reaper?’ It was as if you were a celebrity or something.

You were currently in your room, getting ready to go to the gym. Grabbing your headphones and your mask, you pulled the smooth fabric over your soft skin.

Walking out of your room, locking it behind you, you walk to the gym. As you entered you saw a few people there, then you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Looking down it was a text from Ghost, he texted ‘where are you?’ You replied ‘the gym, why?’ He shortly replied ‘just checking, wanted to drop something off at your room. I’ll drop it by later.’ You replied with a thumbs up and walked further into the gym.

Pulling off your pump cover, you placed it next to your water and phone. Getting ready for the squats you were about to do, you saw a few of the younger boys eyeing you up. Not giving a shit at first you started to do your squats.

As you were about to finish your squats, you could feel the pressure of the boys as you tried to go till failure. But it was as if your mind has been read. Ghost entered the gym and as he spotted you, he saw your eyes were concentrating on something through the mirror. He noticed the boys staring and checking you out.

So he walked over to you, helping you by being your spot then he looked at the boys and warned “keep your eyes up, those weights aren’t gonna lift themselves.” And with that you pushed yourself to do one last lift and you had now finishers doing your squats.

You turned around and smiled under your mask, Ghost saw you smiled by the way your eyes moved. You spoke “thank you” he nodded “no problem, let me know if they bother you again, ok?” You nodded as you headed over to your next activity.

—

After being in the gym around an hour or so, you headed back to your room. Showering and changing into your usual outfit; consisting of your green T-shirt that showed your leaned muscles nicely and your camo-combats that’s should your curves nicely. You were about to pull on your boots when you heard your door being knocked. You shouted “it’s open!” The door opened to reveal Gaz, you smiled with your eyes “hey Gaz, what’s up?” He shrugged “pretty bored, thought you could cure my boredom.” You chuckled and spoke “sure, oh I also have that thing you asked me to grab while I was out.” You grabbed the aftershave you bought when you went out perfume shopping.

He smiled “ah great, thanks, here.” He hands you some money from his wallet. You thanked his for the money and placed it in your draw. You two chatted then saw it was now lunchtime.

Walking into the cafeteria, you walked on over towards the already-formed queue and grabbed a food tray.

—

Meanwhile, at the table which sat Ghost, Soap and Price a conversation took its turn when Soap’s eyes laid on you. He spoke “how on earth is a woman like her single? Eh?” Ghost shrugged and took another bite of his food as his mask sits on his nose. Price looked at Soap and told “just because you and many others fancy her, doesn’t mean she’s into them. She’ll find the right one for herself. Y/n’s a very independent person.”

The boys watched as you and Gaz spoke and laughed. Ghost kept a close eye on you, something in his head sent a sense that something was off. God you’d always say he should’ve been a psychic the way he predicts things.

And as his predictions were correct, he could see you were uncomfortable by some boys who were closer to you than you were ok with. Gaz wasn’t in the queue now as he had went to go grab some condiments. You looked them up and down dirty that’s when Ghost got up and walked over.

Ghost walked over and placed his hand on the small of your back. He asked “you ok?” He knew to ask this as he knows that you won’t pretend nothing happened. You spoke “these new ones don’t seem to understand personal space and how to act like men.”

Ghost looked at the now pale boys, he asked “is that so?” The boys shook their head. Ghost asked “so is Lieutenant Reaper, here, lying to me?” No one moved but one boy nodded. Ghost looked at you and spoke “go over to our table, I’ll deal with these immature kids.” You nodded and whispered a thanks as you grabbed your tray and left.

Once you sat at the table Soap was first to speak “you alright? What were they doing?” You sighed “just being the immature pricks they are, it’s the same people constantly. They did it in the gym early too, Ghost warned them there too.” Price nodded and added “I’ll talk to Laswell about them.” You nodded “thank you, Cap.”

Ghost walked back over and sat next to you, Ghost spoke “boy never leave do they.” You shook your head “unfortunately.”

Then the conversation changed and everyone was talking, Soap would make flirty comments or jokes every so often and Ghost would freeze a little.

—

It was now late at night, well… it was around midnight so late to some. You heard a faint knock on the door, you walked over and opened the door and moved aside for Ghost. Little did everyone know… besides Price, was that you two were dating. Price knew as Ghost mentioned your name when they were creating the team; Laswell did want you to join too cause you two are close.

You closed the door and walked over to the bed Ghost was currently getting comfortable in. You whispered “your late.” You smirked, lucky for you two was that you could take your masks off when it was just the two of you. You two have trusted each other and been together for ages so you both were comfortable.

He mumbled back “heard a few people walking past, besides I’m here now.” You smiled “good.” He chuckled and opened his arms. Crawling onto the small bed which Ghost practically hogged, you we’re comfortable laying on top of him. He rubbed your back as you to quietly talked each other to sleep.

And yea, Ghost did bring up that MacTavish did try and flirt with you. Which Ghost can confirm he failed at that but did try which you laughed to. As you two talked feeling more comfortable in each others arms; you both started to drift off to sleep. The two most feared and dangerous people cuddling closely together and feeling safe and comfortable with each other’s hands and presences.

Have a good day/night!🫶 also yes, I do believe Soap isn’t thee best at flirting or at least the flirty jokes.

#task force 141 #cod x reader #task force 141 x y/n #cod mw2 #cod headcanons #cod modern warfare #y/n mw2 #platonic task force 141 x y/n #ghost mw2 #ghost posts #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost modern warfare #ghost call of duty #ghost riley #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #grim reaper #grim reaper x ghost

[princessmisery666]

Got Your Six - Part Four Under The Radar Mini Series

Summary: The heart wants what the heart wants. Sometimes the right man is not the better one. 

Warnings: spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick - I’ve used some dialogue from the movie, language, angst, fluff, soft!Jake.

W/C: 3.6k

Rating: M (mature)

Characters: Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Captain Phil “Maverick” Mitchell, fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity), Mentioned/Small Parts: Hondo, Admiral Simpson, Penny Benjamin. 

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader (call sign “Huntress”), Hangman x Fem!Reader

Notes: spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick. I've followed the main action scene (to the best of my memory but I've seen it 4 times now😂) and I've used some of the dialogue.

A/N: A huge thank you for all the likes/comments and reblogs. I'm seriously blown away by the feedback and its warmed this fangirls heart 💖.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // but all mistakes remain my own.

Graphics: title card made by me // @writercole made the divider.

Master Lists: Under The Radar // Main

Got Your Six

Thankfully the dormitory area is quiet. Everyone is still at the Hard Deck when you get back. You can feel the tendrils of a headache tightening and make your way to the kitchen to find water and aspirin before it turns into a full-blown migraine. You’re sure Payback has some of that chocolate fudge ice cream stashed at the back of the freezer too. You can steal it and put the empty carton in Fanboy’s trash; they’ll never know.

You don’t switch on the kitchen light, there’s enough daylight from the setting sun to give enough illumination, and you don’t want to aggravate your head any more than necessary. 

You wash down the aspirin over the sink and then refill the glass after running the tap for a minute to get the water as cold as possible. You rummage in the freezer, moving Bob’s tater tots out of the way, knowing Payback will have hidden his favorite treat well.

You hear the door close at the end of the corridor, and just as the echo stops, a woman giggles. Great. Now you’ll have to spend the night listening to that.

The door is at the end of the block, furthest from the kitchen, so you’re not worried about being caught red-handed and continue rearranging the freezer’s contents to find your reward.

You’ve just finished rearranging the second shelf - still no reward - when the kitchen light is switched on, and you groan, shielding your eyes at the assault. 

“Y/N,” Jake says. 

“Ah, light, Seresin, please!” you moan. 

You hear the light switch click off again and slowly remove your arm. “Headache?” he asks, brow wrinkling with concern. 

“Nope,” you pop the P, “just don’t want the glare off your teeth to blind me.” 

He laughs, and his eyes crease at the corners. Urgh. He’s a beautiful bastard, and you hate him for it. The redheaded woman from the bar appears over Jake’s shoulder, and she tiptoes to possessively drape her arms over him.

“Y/N, Kate, Kate, Y/N,” Jake introduces.

“Hey,” you say with a small uninterested wave.

She whispers something in his ear, nipping at the lobe - something you know he hates - and he squirms slightly as if embarrassed.

Adorable asshole. Fuck. 

Maybe Bradley was onto something? What if you’ve been so angry at Hangman for so long that you’ve never really processed all the other emotions you felt for him? 

No. Absolutely not.

To distract yourself you go back to your search. “Hey Kate,” Jake starts softly, “why don’t you go to my room? I’ll be there in a second.”

You don’t look up, but the click of her heels on the floor tells you she did as she was asked. The sound gets further away, and Jake asks, “What’re you looking for?” 

“Nothing.” It’s a dumb reply. Obviously, you’re looking for something, but you’re hoping he’ll get whatever he came for and leave.

“Fourth shelf, behind the chicken and waffles.” 

You pause, side-eyeing him for a second while he grabs two glasses from the cabinet. But without a word, you move the chicken and waffles to the left, and there it is... Payback’s ice cream.

You quickly grab it and shut the freezer. Clutching the cold treat to your chest, you point a finger at him. “You owe me for life, Seresin. This stays between you and me, or I’m going to tell the truth about what happened.”

“Oh, she’s into blackmail now.” He nods. “Okay, I can work with this.” 

He opens the drawer and grabs a spoon. Stalking closer to you, he grabs your hand holding the stolen item, removes the lid, and plunges the spoon in. He scoops up a large spoonful and pops it in his mouth. “Now we’re both thieves,” he smirks around the chocolatey goodness.

You both laugh, smiling back at each other, and once he’s swallowed, he asks, “are you okay? You work it out with Bradshaw?” 

You feel the tears prick your eyes and hold the ice cream up, jigging it in his face. “I wouldn’t be committing an ice cream robbery if I had.” 

“Y/N, I’m-”

You hold up a hand to stop him. “Even if I didn’t have the start of a stress headache, I wouldn’t wanna hear it, Seresin,” you say, stepping around him.

Jake watches you leave the kitchen, head hanging low, feet shuffling. He’s done it again; it’s his fault. Though it's truly the Bradshaw issue causing your pain, he’s the reason behind it. He kissed you; he caused the rift. He doesn’t know how to fix it, but he knows he wants to. 

When he enters his room, Kate is in her underwear in the middle of his bed. Back at the bar, he’d been more than game to see her in this exact position, but now that she is, he can’t help but think it somehow looks wrong.

He freezes in the doorway, unsure as to what to do. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” he says, “get dressed, and I’ll walk you out.”

Kate’s face drops in disbelief, and he steps out of the room to give her some privacy. She doesn’t say a word when she appears again, and he doesn’t know what to say, so they walk in silence. It gives him a minute to actually think through what he’s about to do. 

He shuts the door behind her and heads straight to your dorm, knocking on the door quietly.

“Go away, Seresin,” you grumble through a spoonful of ice cream.

Like the first time he knocked on your door, he hears it and blatantly ignores it, opening the door wide and standing in the frame. “I know you hate me, but also that you hate migraines more, so let me help?” 

“It’s not a migraine, and this ice cream is helping more than you could, so bye.” 

“Y/N, don’t be so stubborn.” 

“Hangman, please, I’m begging you, leave me alone.” 

Your imploring tone gives him pause. You really don’t want him there, but he can’t walk away again. He needs you to understand why he did the things he did. Even if you don’t want to hear it, he needs to say it. “I will, but I need you to hear me out first.” He pauses and waits for you to say something, anything. When you don’t, he takes a deep breath and starts. “I know my time is running out, you and Bradshaw will work it out, and it’ll be too late, and I don’t want to fuck anything else up for you again,” he rambles.

You stare at him with a blank expression while you shovel ice cream into your mouth. You tip the ice cream tub toward him so he can see there's maybe a quarter remaining. “You’ve got until I get to the bottom,” you say and dig out a huge spoonful. You’re not going to make this easy for him. 

He doesn’t know if it will be enough time, but he steps further inside and closes the door. “I’m sorry. For all of it. And I know there’s so much I’m not even sure I know where to start.” 

“Amelia?” You suggest, and he feels the tension in his chest loosen. This is all he wants, a chance to explain himself. 

“Amelia. We were always off and on; I could never keep up. I was genuinely shocked when she showed up at graduation. But I told her everything, she didn’t quite break my nose, but she hates me too.”

You can’t help but smile at that, and he’s on the verge of getting his hopes up that this could mean the start of making amends.

“Speaking of,” he starts, “everything you said on the beach that day, you were right. I was scared.” The ice cream consumption stops, and you turn to stare at him. The way you're looking at him makes his heart ache and his palms sweat. But he can’t quit now. He has to finish what he’s started. You need to know the truth - all of it. “You snuck in under the radar, and before I knew it, I needed you. Then you saw right through me, and it scared the shit out of me. So I took the easy way out. I put it on you, did something that I knew would make you push me away.” 

There’s no need for you to agree. It’s all facts. Facts you probably already knew that he’s now just confirming.

“You claimed me, us, so proudly and openly,” he smiles. It's a fond memory, but then it turns sour. “But it only made me more afraid of fucking it up so openly too.”

“Fear isn’t an excuse for everything you did, Seresin.”

He shrugs. “Maybe not, but it’s all I’ve got.”

You shake your head and scoop a small amount of your frozen treat onto the spoon before popping it in your mouth. You speak into the tub, unwilling, it seems, to look at him. “I blame myself for all of it. I knew who you were. It was my fault for believing I could change you or that I was worth changing for,” you quietly scoff as you move the spoon around in the melting dessert.

“Hey,” he scowls, and it's enough to make you snap your head up and look at him. He rushes to sit on the edge of your bed, eyes pleading. “The only mistake you ever made was falling for me. You are worth everything. You deserve everything. I’m just not the right one to give it to you.”

You don’t deny his claim, and it gives him a small sense of pride to know he’s right. You love him, or at least you used to. He suspects that’s the reason you took the blame for him. Not because you wanted to get away from him as you claim. Still, he needs to know the truth. He needs to know, so he fully understands what he lost. 

“Now tell me why you took the fall for me?” 

“I took the easy way out,” you parrot. “Bullshit!” 

You sigh, and he can see that you know he isn’t going to let it go, so you concede. “Cause this is all you know, Jake.” His heart skips a beat hearing you call him Jake. For so long, you’ve only ever called him by his last name or call sign. It’s like hearing a song he loves that he’d forgotten. “Besides yourself, being a Navy pilot is the only thing you love. I don’t know what you’d do if you weren’t a Top Gun. And yeah, okay, you fucked me over, in multiple ways,” you chuckle, “but I didn’t want you to lose something you love.” 

He stares for a minute, mouth hanging open in shock. Jake swallows down a thick lump of emotion before he finds the words. “You’re wrong. Being a Navy pilot was the only thing I ever loved until I met you.” He can’t look at you. He doesn’t know how you’ll react to that, and fear grips him tight, muscles taut. Unable to lift his head, he stares at your legs. “Either way, I lost something I love.” He blasts out a breath, relief that he’s said it, and slowly raises his eyes to yours. 

Tears spill down your cheeks, and you're staring at him as if you’ve never seen him before and trying to figure out who he is, which seems accurate, as he’s never exposed this side of himself to anyone.

“I don’t have any regrets,” he says, hoping you remember the conversation you had with him many moons ago, “you know that. I don’t see the point in regrets. Life is hard enough without stressing over shit we can’t fix. But I do regret everything I did to you. And I wonder, a lot, what would have happened to us if I’d just told you all this back at the academy.”

He hears your sharp intake of breath, but you don’t give much else away. Silence persists, so hesitantly, he leans forward. When you don’t pull away, he places a featherlight kiss on your forehead. The kiss is still drying on your skin as he stands up and walks to the door. 

“That’s not fair,” you say as he pulls the door open, letting light flood the room.

He stops when he hears your words, blocking most of the light from getting to your eyes. Ironically, it looks like a halo around him. 

You sniff back tears, “It’s not fair to drop all of this on me now, Jake.”

“I know,” he sighs heavily, guilt filling his heart as he steps out of the room and shuts the door quietly. He leans his head against the wood and hears you crying, sobs carrying through the thick barrier and shattering his heart further. With a final deep breath, he forces himself away to leave you alone as you asked. Whispering into the corridor, “I’m sorry for that too.”

Dagger one - Maverick, Dagger Two - Rooster, Dagger Three - Phoenix and Bob, and Dagger Four - Payback and Fanboy take off from the ship, and your heart goes with them. Hangman is pissed at being left behind, but he sits in his jet awaiting instruction, should he be needed.

Two and a half minutes go by excruciatingly slowly while you listen in the comms room. As Mav predicted, it takes two consecutive miracles, and the target is eliminated. Everyone in the comms room celebrates with cheers and high fives, except you and the Admirals. They know, just as you do, that the team is in a dog fight now, and the mission is not complete until the jets land back on the carrier.

The team goes back and forth, calling out smoke in the air and giving instructions to avoid the missiles. 

“Deploying countermeasures,” Rooster reports. 

“It’s on your six, Rooster,” Maverick warns, “shake it off.” 

“I can’t,” the tension in his voice tells you he’s climbing higher to avoid a missile. “Fuck, no flares left. I’m out.” 

Your heart stops, as does your breathing. With no flares left to confuse the missile's guidance system, he’s a sitting duck. 

“Mav, no!” Rooster shouts, and you watch on the system as Maverick’s light disappears just as Phoenix reports, “Dagger one is down. I repeat, dagger one is down.”

“Can anyone see him?” Rooster asks.

“No visual.” 

“Does anyone see a shute?” Rooster asks. He’s almost frantic, barely keeping it together. 

“Permission to go back for dagger one?” Rooster asks the Admiral.

You watch Admiral Simpson cross his arms over his chest. “Negative. Bring them home.”

The message is relayed, and Hondu speaks up, “Sir, Maverick could be-” 

Admiral Simpson silences him with a stern look. “Maverick is gone. I will not risk the rest of the team. Bring them home,” he repeats, and the order is relayed via the radio. 

“Bogies are inbound, Rooster,” says Phoenix. The regret in her voice is clear over the comms.

“He’s gone, Rooster,” Bob agrees, “Maverick’s gone.”

“Sir,” Rooster begins, and before he says another word, you know he’s going after him. “Permission for Dagger Two to return for Dagger one.” 

The admiral steps forward and pushes the comms button. “Negative Dagger Two. Return to the carrier immediately.” 

There’s the briefest of pauses, not even long enough to take a full breath. “Sorry, sir,” Rooster says. 

“Permission to backup Dagger Two,” Hangman’s voice comes through crystal clear before Admiral Simpson can reprimand Rooster.

“Negative, Lieutenant.”

You can’t stand it. You feel like you might throw up, the uncertainty, the waiting, the silence, it's excruciating.

“Dagger one, located.” Rooster states, “Dagger one located and alive. Engaging enemy.” Less than a second later, there’s an explosion, and Rooster explains, “Target eliminated. Dagger one is…” 

Another explosion sounds, and the light on the screen depicting Rooster blinks out.

Hondu starts an argument just as Phoenix, Fanboy, and Hangman all talk over each other through the comms requesting permission to go back for their squadron. All requests are denied and threatened with court marshalls for insubordination.

You need air. The comms room is too quiet, almost static with nervous energy, and it's stifling. You go up on deck, and Hangman is pacing beside his jet. He’s chomping at the bit to go, to do something. Until he sees you, he rushes at you and painfully yanks you into his embrace. “He’s okay,” he assures you, “he’s fine; he ejected.” He sounds more like he’s convincing himself than trying to reassure you, but you squeeze him back, letting his words swirl around your head, searching for a shred of hope.

He doesn’t know that Rooster got out safely, and no one had Bradley’s back to confirm that he had time to eject.

You hold back the tidal wave of emotion that wants to drown you, burying your head in Jake’s shoulder, but the attempt to stifle your tears makes you tremble. Jake strokes your hair, whispering words of assurance. “He’s fine. He’ll be in the Hard Deck tonight, singing songs to you on that dumb piano.” The sentiment is nice, but it does very little to reassure you.

Dagger three and four return, and you stand on deck, still in Jake’s arms while they disembark. You can hear muffled voices from the comms room from Jake’s equipment. 

“What’s going on?” you ask, unsure that you want to know the answer. But surely they won’t have located bodies yet.

“They are discussing the implications of sending in search and rescue.”

The voices continue, and then Hangman pulls back, holding your shoulders so he can look into your eyes. “Screw this. I’m going after them.”

“No, Jake,” you say and grip his bicep tighter when he tries to rush off. “It’s too dangerous, and they’ll have your ass for it.” 

“I don’t care.”

You shake your head, and the tears you’ve been trying to suppress pool in your eyes. “No, I can’t deal with losing someone else.”

He takes a breath to argue but your tears spill, and he yanks you back into him. It's maybe another minute before Jake literally jumps back and pushes his finger against his comms as if he misheard something. 

“Repeat control?” he asks. His smile spreads, and hope bubbles in your gut. He looks you in the eye and whoops, “son of a bitch! His locator is back on. Rooster is in the air; he’s supersonic.” 

“What? How?” 

Half a second, and it dawns on you both, “Maverick!” 

“Go,” you demand of Jake, pushing him toward his jet, “they’ll need all the help they can get.”

He steps forward and kisses your forehead before he runs off. Jake seems hopeful as he climbs into the cockpit, but you're not so sure. As soon as the wheels of Jake’s F18 leave the deck, you have to put your head between your knees to keep from spewing your guts.

You watch the skies for a long time, questioning whether you’re really cut out for this job and praying to whoever is listening to bring your ex-boyfriend, ex-lover, and boss back safely. No planes are on the horizon, so you make your way back to the command center to find everyone smiling. It’s good news. It has to be. The radio is turned up so it can be heard around the entire room.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your savior speaking,” Hangman announces, “please fasten your seatbelts and return your tray tables to their upright and locked positions and prepare for landing.”

“Hangman,” Rooster says, relief and admiration clear in his tone. “You look good.” His voice is slightly muffled. Whatever equipment he’s using is old and in need of repair, but it's clear enough.

“I am good, Rooster, I’m very good, and you’re welcome.” You can hear his smile and see the cockiness of it in your mind's eye, but you smile right along with him. “See you back on deck, guys.” 

You rush back to the deck, as do the non-essential personnel, in time to see Maverick land the old, battered F14, and you feel the jet's pain. It’s been a tough couple of hours, and you feel battered and broken yet somehow still functioning. 

The jet is doused with fire extinguishers just in case, and then the top opens. Rooster and Maverick share a smile and shake hands. 

The crew surrounds them, cheering and patting them on the back as soon as their feet hit the deck, and you find yourself rushing through the crowd. You find an opening, and Rooster’s eyes meet yours. His smile falters slightly, but his eyes soften, and you throw yourself at him, arms locking around his neck. He doesn’t hesitate in wrapping his arms around your waist, and you unleash the emotions you’ve been holding back; tears wet your cheeks, and your body shudders with every breath trying to subdue them. 

“I’m okay,” he whispers against your ear. You want to tell him that you love and miss him, but it all sticks in your throat.

“Y/N,” he says, worry in his tone. 

Like a guided missile, you remember that he’s no longer yours to be worrying over, and you pull back, straightening your uniform. “I - I’m sorry.”

“Really, I’m okay.” He nods once and gives a crooked half-smile.

Everyone is cheering, giving Rooster and Maverick well-deserved congratulations. They pulled off the impossible with Jake’s help, of course. 

He sees Rooster smiling softly at you, and as he walks, he holds his breath, waiting for Bradshaw to kiss you. But he doesn’t; you just kind of stare at one another.

Fool. 

“Hey, what about me?” Jake asks, coming up behind you. 

You turn around, and he sees the tears spilling down your cheeks, and he’s only slightly envious that your worry is only for Rooster. 

But you pull him into a hug and whisper, “thank you.”

It’s a brief hug, but it’s enough to make his heart beat faster, and a sense of calm wash over him. He wishes, not for the first time, that he was worthy of your concern. You stand aside, and Jake approaches Bradley. They stare each other down for a long, tense moment before Jake offers Bradley his hand. 

“You’re alright, Rooster,” Jake admits as Bradley shakes his outstretched hand, and they both smile stupidly at the other. That seems like your limit, and Jake sees you push through the crowd heading inside. 

He sighs and slaps his other hand on Rooster’s shoulder. “There’s only room for one asshole on this team, and I’ve already filled that spot. I didn’t save your ass to stand here and watch you let her walk away.” He tips his head in your direction, and Rooster’s eyes follow. 

“Well, you’ve got the asshole part down, that’s for sure, but it isn’t me she wants. Not really,” Bradley admits with a sad smile. “I’ve always been competing with you, even if she didn’t know it at the time.”

“That - I - what?” Hangman stutters as he looks at Rooster with a furrowed brow. “She hates me.”

“No, man, she doesn’t. You hurt her, and she hates that she let you get close enough to do it. I was the rebound,” Rooster shrugs.

Hangman looks at him for a moment, waiting for the penny to drop, for Rooster to laugh, or something. It doesn’t make any sense, but it does. 

Rooster nods in your direction. “Go get her before it’s too late.” 

It takes Hangman’s brain half a second to catch up; he drops Rooster’s hand and runs after you. His gear bounces on his frame with every step. He ignores the jostling and the slight ache it causes as he tries to catch up before you make it inside.

He calls your name, but the cheers and wind are too loud for you to hear him. He grabs your wrist, spinning you around in the same movement. He wastes no time pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. 

The shock takes seconds to dissipate, and your hands slide up the back of his neck as you press yourself into him. His arms wrap around your waist, and he holds you tightly against him. He doesn’t ever want to let go. He deepens the kiss, tongues finding a familiar rhythm, and he tastes your salty tears.

He’s been longing to do this again for so long. He lets the emotions -  longing, relief, love - flow through him, giving you everything he’s been holding back. You swallow it down with a satisfied hum. Your kiss burns from his head to his toes, and he’s sure there would be a trail of fire behind him if he looked.

He knows now. He’s ready. Ready to be the man you need him to be. He just hopes you still want him.

Part 5 - Hate To Love You

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Let’s Talk

Warnings: not eating, depression, low self-esteem

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Summary: Dean fights to get his sister back.  Her brain is holding her hostage. 

 I just quit a job that wasn’t great but wasn’t terrible either.  It was time to move on, however.  Sam and Dean were proud of me; it was a step up from where I had been.  Anyway- my previous job was different from the one I’m currently in and dreading unbelievably.  I’m alone a lot of the time now because I work from home sometimes.  It’s been an adjustment.  I think they saw me withdrawing.  I felt the sadness of being by myself and they did too. Being big brothers, they checked on me a lot more.  

“Please, I’ve got work to do, and I need to check in with my supervisor.  Can you please leave?” I begged but not in a whiny way.

“Fine.  Eat your lunch though.  It better be in your stomach and not on the plate when I come back to get it.  When you’re finished, just put it outside your door.” 

“This isn’t room service, Dean.  I can take care of my own dishes.  I’m twenty-two.  I’m a big girl.”

“Just eat, okay?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah,” I rolled my eyes at him.  

“You may be an adult, but I can still kick your ass.” Dean narrowed his gaze at me.  I looked away.  “Do good.  I’ll check in with you later.” 

“Okay,” I sighed as he closed the door.  Three hours later, I stood from my desk and walked out to the living room with my plate.  Sam and Dean were watching TV.  “Hey.” I continued toward the sink and washed my dish.  

“Did you eat?” 

I took a deep breath. 

“Stop bugging her,” I heard Sam whisper.  I closed my eyes for a moment.  

“I’m done with my work for the day.” I dried my plate and put it away.  

“I know you heard me.” Dean paused the movie playing and glared at me. 

“What, Dean?” I huffed. 

“Did you eat all of your food?” 

I had enough of his questions. I was going through a lot without him bugging the crap out of me, and I was done with it. I walked up behind him and slapped the back of his head.  

“Ass!” He hopped up from the couch. “What was that for?” 

“For-” I stopped.  I realized in that moment I wasn’t really sure why I had done it. “For bugging me! I’m not okay, and you just keep shoving it in my face.” Growling, I squared myself, ready for a verbal fight.  Trying to show confidence, I lifted my chin to stare at him.  His tight jaw relaxed. My fighting spirit faltered a little at the sudden soften on his face. 

“I told you,” Sam gritted his teeth, aiming his comment at Dean.  “You aren’t helping.”

“At least I’m talking to her about it! At least we are getting somewhere!” 

You need to know something about me.  I’m not like Sam or Dean.  I’m not tough.  If one of them raises their voice at me, I crumble.  Sam’s quieter and more reserved than Dean, but Dean is older, so he is loud and always in charge.  Because of this, I lost it, but I didn’t know what to do.  

“I- I-” I closed my mouth.  

“You what? You’ve been hiding for days.  You can’t do that.” Dean got close to me, but I could tell Sam was anxious.  He stood between me and Dean.  He always did when Dean came down hard on me.  

“Dean, relax. Step back.” 

“You’re scaring me, Dean.” I barely got it out before he relaxed his face a tad more and took a step back just once. 

“Well, you’re scaring me, so I guess we’re even then.” Dean turned around and sat on the couch again. 

“I don’t mean to,” I whispered and unconsciously stood behind Sam for protection from my upset brother. 

“Just- come sit down, and let’s talk.”

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Masks Ch.5

Pairing: The Rogues Gallery (Syverson, Mike, Walter, August, Geralt) x Sophie (OFC)

WC 1682

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of the systemic objectification and mistreatment of (omega) women, oral sex (f receiving)

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The bathroom door closed behind them and Walter watched as she slipped the robe from her shoulders to pool on the tile floor, his eyes moving over her as she went to the shower stall and started the spray, adjusting the temperature until it was just right before stepping into the stall. He stood there for a little while longer, watching the water flow down her skin before getting undressed and joining her, closing the stall door. Her hands went to his arms as he wrapped them around her waist from behind, her head tilting to the side as he pressed another kiss to her neck.

"Your beard tickles." She said and he smiled, rubbing his cheek back and forth over her skin making her giggle. "Thank you, Walter."

"For what?" He asked, his lips on her shoulder.

"Taking care of me."

"I haven't yet."

"But you will. It's a "thank you" in advance." Sophie said, "I know this whole thing must be weird for you guys, thinking I was an Alpha this entire time, not knowing the truth until it smacked you in the face."

"Soph, you have to know we're crazy about you."

"Yeah, you've all flirted with me in your own special ways, but flirting doesn't always have to mean actual interest. Sometimes flirting is just flirting." She said and he craned his head around to look at her, seeing the expression she wore.

"Love, we wouldn't be doing this if we didn't want to."

"You say that, but y'alls blood flow ain't exactly north right now."

"Sweetheart, why did you never tell us you were Alpha Passing?"

"I already told you, I didn't want you guys to leave. I know I should have a long time ago, but I didn't want to destroy what we all had."

"Why else?" He asked and she was silent for a long moment. "Sophie?"

"I know how Alphas talk about Omegas, especially during their heat. Words like "insatiable", "marathon", and "demanding" come to mind." She said and he thought back to when Syverson had called her exactly that. "They get talked about like objects used to get off, not like people. The first heat I went through, I went down to the hotel bar, picked up a random Alpha and took him back to my room. Afterwards, he…he commented on how tight I was and said I was "better than a fleshlight"."

"Were you a virgin?" He asked and she nodded. "Sophie…"

"When he was gone I cried, I cried so hard. I felt dirty, I felt used. I wanted to call you guys and tell you but I knew you would be pissed. August probably would have tracked my phone and dragged me back." She said, "I spent the rest of my heat alone locked in my room. I must have taken like a thousand showers."

"Did you see that Alpha again?" He asked but she shook her head. "But there have been others."

"Not many, but yes, only when it got so bad I was climbing the damn walls." Sophie said, "Turns out there's an app for that too, to match Omegas in their heat with Alphas in the area. I just kind of turned myself off for it, let them do…what they came there to do and then they left."

"You never spent your entire heat with them?"

"I couldn't stand the way they looked at me, like I wasn't even a person, just something to fuck."

"Darling, you have to know that's not how we see you."

"Sure, before, when you thought I was like you. But what about now?" She said, "Geralt and Sy, I don't know what I'll see when I look at them again, and it terrifies me when I think about it." His arms tightened around her waist, holding her back against his chest. "I didn't tell you I was Alpha Passing, because I didn't want you all to look at me the way those Alphas looked at me."

"When this passes," Walter said, "What will you do?"

"I dunno." She said, "Leave, maybe? Move out? Find somewhere else to live? People thinking I'm an Alpha ninety-nine percent of the time suits me just fine, I can hide myself away for the other one percent."

"I don't want you to go, and I know the others feel the same." He said but she didn't say anything, still holding his arms. As they stood there though, he felt her skin heat that had nothing to do with the flowing over them, her pheromones filling his nose and making him groan against her shoulder.

"Fuck, not now." She said, her eyes closed tight as she pressed a hand against the wall. She whimpered as he stirred against her butt, reaching back and holding onto him, trying to pull him closer. "Bear, fuck, please, I need--" One of her feet came up to rest on a low shelf, knocking the bottles to the ground and it would be as simple as reaching between them and angling himself up to push inside her. He didn't do that, however, pushing through the pheromone haze in his brain and the urge to take her against the wall of the shower. Sliding a hand down her stomach, he reached between her legs, finding her slick and warm against his fingers. Pressing his mouth to the side of her head, he swirled his fingers around her, finding the nub at her center and rubbing it in tight circles. "Shit." He laid a kiss on the back of her neck as she hung her head, keeping a tight arm around her waist as he explored her with his fingertips. What he had in mind wouldn't satisfy the need completely, he knew this, but he wanted to show her just how much she meant to him. He'd tell the others her fears later.

He kept up his movements between her legs until she came apart in his hand, her fingers curling against the wall of the shower and her nails digging into his hip. He stroked her through it until the spasms subsided and rinsed his hand under the hot spray before turning her and holding the back of her neck, angling her head up to kiss her, his lips parting hers and tongue sliding past to swirl against her own. Backing her against the wall of the shower, one of her legs immediately hooked over his waist but he pulled away from the kiss, giving her a look before dropping to his knees.

"Bear?" She asked and with his hands around her waist, he lifted her slightly, maneuvering so her legs were over his shoulders. She grasped at him, clinging to his hands and arms.

"I won't let you fall, love." He said, pressing a kiss to her smooth mound before burying his mouth between her legs, his tongue swirling against her. That should have been his first clue that she wasn't a true Alpha; Omegas didn't have body hair, but he never thought she was anything other than an Alpha so he just never gave it a second thought, just figured she liked to keep her arms, legs, and hygiene areas hair free.

A hand went to his wet curls as he lapped between her legs, swirling his tongue around her and pulling her between his lips.

“Fuck, Bear, that feels so good.” She said breathily, and he turned his eyes up, seeing her wide eyes and the way her chest heaved.

“Has no other Alpha done this for you?” He asked, taking his mouth away from her only long enough to ask the question.

“No, no they--fuck!--didn’t.”

“Selfish.” He said briefly before he resumed unraveling her with his lips and tongue. Finding her clit again, he sealed his lips around it and sucked gently and he heard the sound of her palm hitting the tile of the shower wall, the fingers in his hair clenching. Looking up at her again, he saw her eyes closed, her lips parted and he smiled against her. Pressing his mouth tighter between her legs, he dipped his tongue into her entrance, fluttering it just inside her before running it through her slowly and taking her clit between his lips again. Her taste, her smell, the sounds he pulled from her lips was all one erotic package that threatened to undo him. He tasted the moment she came, crying out his name, and he pressed his tongue into her again, feeling the quivering inner muscles. As much as he would love to simply lower her down onto him, sheathe himself inside her on the floor of the shower, they didn’t have protection.

“I’m…I’m going to need help standing. Holy shit.” She said and he chuckled, pressing one last kiss to her that made her stomach muscles clench before settling her feet on the floor and standing, wrapping an arm around her waist as she leaned against him, forehead to his chest. Reaching over, he turned off the spray and helped her from the shower, sitting her on the toilet as he dried quickly before pulling on his sleep pants and wrapping her in a towel, picking her up in his arms and leaving the bathroom with her, taking her back to her bedroom.

He made love to her several times over the next countless hours, pouring all the emotion he felt for her into every movement, bringing her to a shattering climax again and again, the feel of her wrapped around him taking his breath away each and every time. They rested between sessions curled around each other before her heat surged and it started all over again.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he left her sleeping, covered in her blankets and sated, wrapped in the feeling of his love.

“She needs to eat.” Geralt said as he eased the door closed.

“Let her sleep and one of us can take her something.” Walter said, “There’s something we all have to talk about, something she shared with me that you all should know.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #hellraiser mike #walter marshall #august walker #geralt of rivia #masks fic #my writing

[tamayosclinic]

i love your writing 💛 what’s you’ve posted so far has been great! if you have time could i request something where modern au! giyu is seen by his students being soft/loving with his wife in public? i feel like they wouldn’t except him to be like that since he so strict as a teacher! thank you!!

A Surprising Discovery | Giyuu x F!Reader

Modern AU

Warning(s): Slight suggestiveness at the end

Author's Note(s): Thank you so much Nonny. I'm happy that you enjoy my writing. I had fun imagining the outcome of the Kamaboko squad finding out about Giyuu and his wife. I can see Giyuu being the type to keep his personal life to himself so it would be a shocker to everyone. Enjoy this oneshot.

Word Count: 612

The Kamaboko squad was witnessing a phenomenon. It was mind-blowing, made them question reality, and, in Zenitsu’s case, sparked jealously. The three boys and Nezuko decided to go to the shopping mall after school to commence summer break. The first stop was the food court for lunch which led to them seeing Giyuu Tomioka, the drill sergeant wannabe who instead became a P.E. teacher. The sound of his whistle being blown in intervals rung hauntingly in the boys’ ears.

“Who’s the hot chick?” Zenitsu asked, almost screaming out the question as he pointed to the woman seated across from him. “No way that coldhearted bastard has a girlfriend.”

“Don’t say that Zenitsu and keep your voice down Tomioka-sensei will hear you.” Tanjiro scolded in a whisper; not that Giyuu nor the woman would be able to hear them since they were sitting on the other side of the court. “Besides just look at him right now. Maybe he’s not as cold as you think.”

At Tanjiro’s comment, Zenitsu looked back at the couple and his jaw dropped at the sight. Was he mistaken? Surely, the school’s P.E. teacher would not be capable of looking at a woman with adoration while feeding her icecream. Zenitsu rubbed his eyes then looked again to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

“Does Tomioka-sensei have a twin?!” He asked loudly, earning him another scolding from Tanjiro.

“Keep your voice down and to answer your question no but he has an older sister according to Kocho-sensei.”

Inosuke, who had been uninterested the whole time, rolled his eyes impatiently and dragged the four to the line of their favorite restaurant. “Why should you care about Tapioca-sensei? Let’s get some food already!”

While waiting in line, the three boys would occasionally glance back to see Giyuu and the woman feeding each other icecream while talking and laughing. Seeing Giyuu act so soft towards someone felt unnatural especially for the boys after a whole school year of hellish military-like exercise that left their bodies sore and heavy at the end of each day.

Nezuko fangirled at the couple’s public acts of affection and snuck a video of the couple to send to her friend group (bad mistake it got shared). The last thing they saw of the couple was them cleaning up and walking away shoulder to shoulder with the woman’s arm wrapped around Giyuu’s.

…

Bonus:

“Giyuu honey, your coworkers have been texting. You won’t believe what happened.” (Y/n) said while preparing some light snacks and wine for their movie night. Giyuu walked into the living room, refreshed after his shower, and wearing the new nightwear (Y/n) had bought for him.

He hummed as he picked up his phone and opened the chat, scrolling past the latest comments to the top comment that started the conversation. He deadpanned at the video Uzui sent in the chat of him and (Y/n) at the mall earlier that same day.

Tengen: Oi Tomioka, what’s up with this?

Kanroji: *GASP* so cute! Give us details Tomioka! Who is that?! When is the wedding?!

Rengoku: WOAH! CONGRATS TOMIOKA! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD IT IN YA TO FIND A LOVER!

Shinazugawa: Huh?! Well, I’ll be damned. Tomioka has a girlfriend.

Iguro: Well, if Tomioka has a girlfriend then anything is possible. (i.e., Iguro getting together with Mitsuri)

Himejima: Alas, I wish you both a happy fulfilling life together.

Kocho: Why haven’t you told us you have a girlfriend Tomioka?

Giyuu: That’s not my girlfriend. That’s my wife.

Everyone: …

The chat erupted in countless questions about Giyuu’s relationship and why they were never invited to the wedding, but he muted the conversation. He can answer those in the morning. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy his first night of summer break with (Y/n). Enjoy the night they did.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu tomioka #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu x you #giyuu x y/n #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n

[youryanderedaddy]

I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere mystic messenger #yandere saeran #yandere oneshot #yandere saeran choi #yandere unkown #yancore #male yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere smut #yandere x you #yandere hacker

[nightowlfandom]

Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS 

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!!

Leggo!!

...

“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin. 

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?” 

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another. 

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you. 

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked. 

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!” 

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!” 

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you. 

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry. 

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower. 

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused. 

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.” 

“Ayato~” you whimpered. 

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where. 

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat. 

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human. 

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.” 

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips. 

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon. 

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free. 

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards. 

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

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[itsdanii]

can i req the iwa, atsumu, and suna being in a secret relationship w the reader and the reader gets insecure bc they wanna keep it a secret? w comfort after plspls

Hey, bubs! Of course, you can request ♥️ Unfortunately, I'm only taking 1-2 characters per request so I canceled Iwaizumi from the list. Also, this is only Atsumu's part. Don't worry, I'm still going to do Suna's part, however, it will be uploaded tomorrow instead of today. I hope you enjoy it! Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! ♥️

Secret Relationship

genre: semi-angst to fluff, comfort

warning/s: self doubt and insecurity, descriptions of anxiety, do message me if i missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. atsumu miya

maybe keeping your relationship wasn't the best decision after all

Atsumu Miya

You and Atsumu have been in a relationship for 2 years now

With the rising popularity of Atsumu, not only throughout Inarizaki but to the other schools as well, he decided on keeping your relationship a secret

Though you respected Atsumu's choice, it can't be helped that sometimes your emotions got the best of you

Random girls would always approach your boyfriend. They were basically anywhere, everywhere - at school, during practice matches, and even when you were both trying to have a simple date on a nearby cafe

You tried to confront Atsumu about it once but you only ended up fighting, him saying that there was nothing to worry for because you were the only person he loved

So despite the heavy feeling of insecurity looming over you, you tried to understand his side which eventually caused the both of you to make up

You tried to ignore the insecurity and put your trust on Atsumu

But maybe sometimes, trust isn't just enough

"Y/n, someone's looking for you."

You lifted your gaze from the book you were reading, eyes snapping towards the direction of the door where two unfamiliar students were currently standing and waiting for you.

Even without having the need to hear what they needed you for, you instantly knew why they're here. For the past weeks, after Inarizaki's defeat against Karasuno, you've been bombarded by several girls, holding chocolates and teddy bears in hand, asking you to deliver them to Atsumu since they were afraid of giving it to him directly. So, as his "bestfriend," they wanted you to give it to him instead.

And although you wanted to be mad and scream at them to stop, you couldn't just do that. It would be wrong for you to snap at them since nobody, aside from Suna and Osamu, knew about you and Atsumu's relationship.

Sighing loudly, you shut the book you were reading and went over to the two girls with a semi-forced smile. "For 'Tsumu?" you asked, taking the paperbag from them and taking a peek of what's inside.

One of the girls nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling as she fanned her face with her hands. "Yes, please! I really really like Atsumu and the way he played from the previous match was so splendid! With every spike, I can't help but fall in love even more!"

You could only chuckle at what she said because even though there was a feeling of jealousy inside of you, you wouldn't be able to deny that what she said was true. You loved how he was able to inspire other people through sports and you couldn't be more proud of being his s/o.

"Please hand this letter to Atsumu, senpai!" the other girl said, bowing down as she handed you a letter.

You reluctantly took the envelope from her, your body becoming stiff as you muttered a small "Okay."

"I put all my feelings and support in that letter so I'd really appreciate if you handed it to him," she said with a smile.

Just how were you supposed to tell these girls to stop giving you stuff and ordering you to hand them over to your boyfriend? You weren't the type of person who would hinder others to relay their feelings. In fact, it wasn't your job to blatantly tell them to give up. It was Atsumu's responsibility, not yours.

But it wasn't your obligation to be their messenger as well.

Torn between two sides, you decided on maintaining a polite smile, giving the two juniors a pat on the head before nodding. "I'll make sure to deliver these to him, okay? Now, go back to your classroom and study well."

The two girls glanced at each other, eyes sparkling before smiling at you. "Thank you so much!" Turning around, the two went on their way, squealing slightly at their successful mission.

You, on the other hand, sighed and stared at the paperbag with a small frown. "Guess that's two more girls on the list," you mumbled before slipping back inside your classroom.

-

When the class ended, you immediately headed to the gym where you knew Atsumu was currently training. With the paperbag and 2 more boxes of chocolate given by some fangirls along the way, you entered the gym and placed the items down on the empty bench.

"That fer me, angel?" came Atsumu's voice from behind you.

Spinning around, you were met with a grinning Atsumu before getting engulfed with a warm hug. Sighing with your eyes closed, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, unconsciously gripping the back of his jersey. You couldn't help but bury your face more to his chest despite the slight sweat clinging to his clothes.

"Ya alright?" Atsumu murmured beside your ear, worry obviously evident on his tone as he slightly squeezed you.

As you were about to answer, someone from behind Atsumu cleared their throat. Your small moment was immediately cut off and Atsumu reeled back as if you were caught doing something wrong.

The comfort he brought awhile ago was instantly replaced by uncertainty and insecurity, making your heart throb as you bit your lower lip.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" Aran asked while shifting his gaze between you and Atsumu.

With a forced chuckle, Atsumu was quick to scratch the back of his head. "It's fine. I was just givin' y/n here a hug. They seem kinda down. Ya know, bestfriend duties."

Bestfriend.

"Ah.." Aran simply muttered with a slow nod. "Practice is almost done. Why don't ya sit down while we cool down and clean up?"

Sitting down on the bench, you looked at Aran with a small smile before nodding. "Okay," you said before turning your head to Atsumu's direction. His eyebrow was already raised as if asking you whether you were fine or not.

"I'm fine Atsumu. I'll wait for you here."

When the boys went back to the court, you were left alone to ponder with your thoughts. It felt as if the sounds around you suddenly died, your self doubts once again making its presence known.

You knew how much Atsumu loves you. In fact, he never failed to remind you everyday. Not once did he forgot to say it and express it through actions, or at least when you were both alone.

Everytime you were in school, he would deny your relationship. When people asked if you were his s/o, he would simply shake his head and claim you as his bestfriend. It really didn't bother you at first but as the time passed, you were slowly starting to question why he would do such thing.

Though he claimed that it was to avoid people from harassing you and picking on you, was it really? What if there was a deeper reason?

What if he was slowly getting tired of you? What if he didn't even liked you in the first place?

You anxiously tapped your foot on the floor at the thought. Gripping the hem of your hoodie, you stared at the gifts you brought from his fangirls. You knew that it was an act of invading someone's privacy but you couldn't help but reach for the letter given by your junior awhile ago.

You took a quick glance at the boys, checking if they were still cooling down, before opening the envelope slowly. As you read on the letter, you unconscious tapped your foot faster on the floor, your grip on the paper tightening as you let each words sink into you.

Bit by bit, you absorbed what was written on the paper, making the unpleasant feeling inside you deepen. You wouldn't deny that the letter was well written and you were certain that if it was handed to Atsumu by that girl personally, she might be able to get his attention.

After all, she was pretty. She looked like a bubbly person and someone who people would easily get along with. There was an optimistic aura around her which you knew Atsumu would appreciate.

And maybe if-

"Y/n."

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Atsumu's hand touching your shoulder.

Jolting up slightly, you looked up at him with wide eyes, immediately noticing the worried expression on his face. "Tsumu.." you mumbled with a shaky voice, your eyes glossing with tears as your lips trembled.

Atsumu was quick to sit down beside you. Lifting you up, he sat you down on his lap and nestled your face on the side of his neck, knowing how much you hated it when people see you crying.

"Y-your teammates," you mumbled against his skin, hiding your face even more as you tightened your grip on the letter you were holding, almost crumpling it.

"Let's worry about them later, alright, angel? Yer my priority and ya know that," he answered while rubbing your back, "Now, tell me what happened. Why are ya crying?"

With the overwhelming emotions surrounding you, it took you a few seconds before you could answer, and you were thankful that Atsumu was patient enough to wait instead of forcing you. "Do you really love me, Tsumu?"

You felt Atsumu stiffen at your question and for a biref moment, you were scared of hearing the answer.

Was this it? Was he really lying to you all this time?

"Look at me, angel," Atsumu said, slightly pulling away from his embrace to cup your cheeks in his hands. "Of course, I do. Where is this coming from? Did somebody-"

"No," you cut him off. "It's just that... you always tell people that we're nothing but bestfriends. I can't always have my moments with you because you want to hide our relationship. It didn't really matter at first but... because of your constant denial, your fangirls would keep sending me these random stuffs and ask me to give them to you. I'm scared, Tsumu. What if one day you get tired of me... or worse, what if it's me who gets tired? I don't like this set-up..."

"Y/n-"

"I want to be able to express my feelings. I want the people to know that you're mine. Why can't you show them that you love me, Tsumu?... Do you even love me?"

Atsumu was left speechless as he listened to your words. All he could do was rub your back soothingly while listening to you as you let everything out. As you did, the guilt inside of him kept on piling up, enough to make him clench his jaw at how disappointed he was at himself for making you cry.

"Of course, I do. I love ya so much, angel. Don't ever ferget that. I'm sorry fer not taking yer feelings in consideration. I didn't know that ya have been feeling this way fer quite a while now. I really thought that we were already fine after our first argument about this but.. I guess I should've paid more attention," Atsumu said while staring at you, his hands still cupping your cheeks to angle your face to him. "The reason why I wanted to hide our relationship was fer people not to bother ya. It wasn't my intention to make ya feel insecure. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, angel." Wiping your cheeks with his thumb, Atsumu leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. "Would it make ya feel better if we open our relationship to other people? No more hiding it."

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. "Mhm, yes, please."

"Alright, if that's what ya want."

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[maddieg0531]

It's Always Been You

Oikawa x fem!reader

Angst? fluff

Warnings: Bullying (other people), some self-esteem issues

Synopsis: You fell for your best friend, but will he fall for you.

A/N: I’m so low on inspiration rn but wanna write so bad 😩 please help and send me requests to unstuck my brain

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You didn’t mean to fall in love with your best friend. Really you didn’t. You’ve known Oikawa Tooru since you were little. You were at the park one day, sitting alone on a bench when a boy came up to you and asked if you wanted to play volleyball with him. Ever since then you have been by his side. You went with him to the park every day to play volleyball. You went to the same middle school. You walked with him to and from school every day. You watched as he grew popular among students at Aoba Joshai. You were there through every fangirl mob, valentines day madness, and confession of love. You stood by, helpless, as your best friend was pined over by every girl ever, while you silently wished you were the only girl to catch his attention. Every time you saw a fangirl, you couldn’t help feeling annoyed by her. Why were they so obsessed with him? Yet you had no right to complain because you were one of them. 

Today was Oikawa’s birthday, which of course meant all the girls would be mobbing him. You loved walking to school with Oikawa. It was the one time a day that no fangirls would interrupt. However, today some of them must have found y’all because on your way to school, three girls ran up to him and practically shoved you out of the way. 

“Oh my gosh hi! What a crazy coincidence running into you.” One of the girls squealed, “Today is your birthday right?” (As if they didn’t already know)

“Yup,” Oikawa said in his ever so polite way. 

“Oh my gosh, wow.” She playfully hit his shoulder and you could feel your blood start to boil. “Well, I hope you don’t mind, I bought you these chocolates for your birthday.” 

“Wow, thank you so much.” As Oikawa took the chocolates, the girls practically melted, as if they had just been accepted by a god. You were done with this.

“Hey, we gotta go.” You said, pushing past the girls to walk ahead towards school. 

“I’ll see you later ladies.” He shot up his signature peace sign as he followed after you. 

“Bye! See you later!” You could hear the girls squeal from behind you. It took all your energy not to throw up. 

It was bad enough you had to deal with fangirls at school, now they bothered you on your way there. As soon as you got to school, a mob of girls surrounded Oikawa. They all squealed over how their gift was better than others and asked about his birthday plans. You, however, walked past the sea of girls straight to your locker. 

“Rough day already?” Iwaizumi asked standing at his locker. His happened to be right next to yours. He was also the only one who knew of your feelings toward Oikawa. 

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” You said curtly, as you grab your books. 

“Let me guess. Some girls interrupted your walk here and now your pissed.” He always had a way of knowing exactly what was going on with you. 

“I just don’t get it. What is so amazing about him that they have to bother him all the time.” 

“You could answer that question better than me. Personally, I think he sucks but maybe that’s just me.” 

You couldn’t help laughing at his brash comment. You knew he didn’t mean it and he was right (as always). You knew exactly what was so great about him, but it had nothing to do with why all the girls swarmed him. They loved him for his looks, his charm, his muscles. You loved him for him. For his stupid, teasing jokes. For his kind, caring personality. For always being there and trying to make you feel better when you were down.  Of course you knew he was attractive and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was, but you also knew he was more than a pretty face. None of those girls saw that. You saw it. So why didn’t he see you.

The bell rang and you rushed off to class before you had to see anymore of his stupid fangirls. You spent most of the day avoiding Oikawa. For lunch you had decided to eat outside instead of your usual table with him. You found a nice grassy patch behind the cafeteria with the sun shining just right on it. Perfect. Some peace and quiet. No one to bother you or make you think about….you spoke to soon. You looked up to see three girls standing over you. It was the same three girls from earlier that morning. 

“Can I help you?” You said as they stared you down.

“Don’t play dumb with us!” The same girl who gave Oikawa chocolates was now pointing in your face.

“I’m sorry?” 

“You know what I mean!” You, completely dumbfounded, in fact had no idea what she was talking about. The girl rolled her eyes, “Your relationship with Oikawa.”

You could feel the annoyance dripping from her voice, “My huh now?”

“So what are you secretly dating him?! I bet you lied just so that he would go along with your plan. No way he’d ever go out with someone like you.” The other girls snickered at their friend’s words. 

You however, did not find it so funny, “Look, I don’t know who told you these things but trust me, we are not dating. Even if I wanted to date him, you’re right. He wouldn’t date someone like me.“

“Ha! Please, it’s so obvious you like him. Too bad he’ll never notice.” She said, sarcasm hitting with every word.

“Okay yeah. I do like him. What of it? I may never get to date him but at least I’m his friend and if that is the only way I get to keep him in my life then that’s fine by me. Can you say the same? Go throw your chocolates at him, flash your fake smiles, and get in line behind all the other girls who are doing the exact same thing. But don’t be surprised if you become just another face to him, cuz trust me, he encounters 20 girls like you everyday. If I were you, I wouldn’t get my hopes up.” 

“I’ll have you know that I am not just ‘another girl’. I don’t know if you knew but my father owns one of the top sports equipment companies in Japan, who also happens to supply all of our equipment for school. Also, I am by far the prettiest girl at this school, so trust me, he won’t forget me…unlike you.”

You didn’t even know how to respond to that. You simply scoffed and walked away. As much as you wanted to laugh in her face and tell her how wrong she was, you couldn’t. She was right. Oikawa would have never noticed someone like you. Maybe he would have noticed her. A relationship with her would have been beneficial and you couldn’t deny how pretty she was. You hated girls like her. Bullies. You swore you would never let their words get to you, but as you walked away, you felt the tears well up in your eyes. Soon you would have to go back to class, but until then you hid in the bathroom as you drowned in your own feelings. Little did you know, a certain someone had watched the whole ordeal go down from around the corner and he would not let it stand. 

It was the end of school and before you could flee, Oikawa caught you at your locker. 

“Hey, Y/N. I haven’t talked to you hardly at all today. Are you avoiding me on my birthday?” He flashed his signature pout. 

“No. I’ve just been busy with school, that’s all.” You attempted to push past him but he stopped you.

“Aw come on. You can’t leave me hanging on my birthday. It’s the law.”

“I don’t remember reading that in government.”

“Well, maybe you should read harder. Anyway, you’re getting dinner with me.”

“But-“

“No buts. It is a must. You don’t have a choice.”

Before you had a chance to fight him on it, the same freaking girl from earlier tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to look at her and you saw a flash of emotion cross his face, but it disappeared just as quick. 

“Excuse me, I hope I’m not interrupting.” You gagged at her fake politeness. “But I had a question for you, Oikawa.”

“Please, do ask.” Was that annoyance you heard in his voice? No, couldn’t be. He loved having fangirls fawn over him. 

“Well, I was thinking, we have a lot in common. I don’t know if you knew but my dad is the president of the company that supplies our volleyball equipment. Anyway, I’m into sports, you’re into sports. We are both attractive people. I was thinking that we should go out. I’ll pay since I can afford it and it’s your birthday. But-“

“Look,” Oikawa cut her off. He never cut his fangirls off. You were shocked and by the looks of it so was she, “I’m flattered but I have my heart set on another girl.”

“What?” She cried

“I’m sorry?” You asked, equally confused. 

“Yes I know it’s a shocker. But it’s true. To be honest she has had my attention for a long time now but I figured she never noticed me. However, recently I have found out, that is not the case.” 

“What?! Who could be better than me!” She practically screamed. 

“Why, isn’t it obvious.” He then turned to face you.

“Her?!”

“Me?” 

“It’s always been you.” He looked you in the eyes and flashed a smile. But not the fake one you always saw him give fangirls. It was soft, genuine. You stared up at him, stunned. He didn’t actually mean it. How did he find out? Did Iwaizumi tell him? No, he wouldn’t. Was he joking? You really hoped not. 

“You’re joking. You can’t like her.” The girl groaned behind him. 

He turned to face her, “Shall I prove it to you.” He whipped around to you and suddenly crashed his lips against yours. You were shocked at first, but then instinctively leaned in. You couldn’t believe it. You had waited for this moment for years. And it was even better than you could’ve imagined. He kissed you with such passion, but it was still soft. You could feel his affection flow through it. You were finally kissing Oikawa…in front of the whole school. You broke apart, slightly embarrassed. He, with his confident self, decided to announce it to the whole school. “That’s right everyone! I just kissed Y/N Y/L/N! My best friend, my crush! The love of my life.” At his last words he quieted down and turned to look at you. You could feel his sincerity with every word. 

“UGH! This is bull!” The girl yelled and stamped her foot. 

“Afraid not. Maybe next time you shouldn’t be so rude to my girlfriend. Then maybe I’ll be a bit nicer about it.” He laughed. That prick. He heard. He heard what she said, which meant he heard what you said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date to go on.” He winked at you. 

“Uh, yeah.” You smiled up at him, still in unbelief of what was going on. Oikawa intertwined his hand with yours and the girl watched in horror as you two walked hand in hand out of school. 

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[nev3rfound]

option two : b.b

after nightmares continue to haunt his nights, bucky knows there’s one person left who could potentially provide some form of comfort, but is she still willing to see him after all this time? (1.5k)

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warnings: angsty, sad bucky, minor spoilers for ep1 of tfatws  requested: nope, just something i’ve been thinking about since ep1 of tfatws

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It felt real, as if he were back there holding the gun with no remorse.

Cold sweat covers Bucky’s body as he pants heavily, feeling the cool tags against his exposed chest rising and falling with his deep breaths that refuse to calm down.

He knew it wasn’t real, it was all in his head. But he knew it happened, even if it was many years ago, he still held the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.

“It’s not real.” Bucky mutters to himself, glancing up to see the TV silently blaring a football game that he has no interest in, but it proves as a worthy distraction for the time being. “It’s not real.”

Remaining seated on the wooden floorboards with a blanket draped over his lap, Bucky glances over to his phone knowing there are two possible options ahead of him.

A sigh ghosts his lips as he stares at the contact list consisting of five names, only one having been used in the last week, well, month.

“James, you’ve got less than ten contacts in this phone and I’m the only person you’ve called all week.” Doctor Raynor sighs once more as she reaches for her notebook, not caring about the look of disdain crossing Bucky’s expression.

“It’s not like I’ve got anyone else to call.” Bucky shrugs it off, hearing her pen pause on the paper.

“Well, you’ve been avoiding messages from Sam for a start,”

“He doesn’t count.” Bucky remarks, hearing another quieter sigh leave her lips.

“Okay, then when was the last time you spoke to her, huh?” She counters, noticing his tense form relax at the mention of you. “Come on, James. If you want to help yourself, you have to keep in touch with those who still care about you.”

“I don’t even know if she does anymore, Doc.” Bucky admits, trying to hold back the sadness in his tone as Raynor closes her notebook.

“You have to try, James.” She reminds him. “Otherwise you’ll never know.”

Swallowing his pride, Bucky presses on the contact and listens as the number rings out. He’s counted the rings endlessly, knowing the hesitation there would be at the other end of the call.

“Hello?” He holds back the desperation clinging to his throat upon hearing someone answer, a loud yawn echoing through the line.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah,” Bucky lowers his head into his metal hand, even if it’s a different arm, it’s still part of the same tormented history. “I, could you come over?” A whisper leaves his lips as silence protrudes. “P,please?”

His ears perk up at the sound of sheets ruffling. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

Before Bucky can say his thanks, the line goes dead and the realisation sinks in; he’s going to see you again.

*

Bucky listens closely, hearing you outside of his apartment. He can hear you knock once softly, and a second time with more confidence.

He knows he should hold back a moment and pretend he hasn’t been hovering beside the front door since you hung up a mere twenty minutes ago, but he can’t help himself.

Unlocking the several locks covering the door, Bucky opens it a sliver, allowing you to slip in.

Keeping your head down, your focus remains on your feet as Bucky closes his front door before turning to you.

“I, I didn’t think you’d come.” Bucky admits quietly, afraid to hear what you have to say in response.

“Well,” You start, now lifting your head up to see him and your sentence falters in your mouth. You can’t deny that he looks worse than you envisioned, even during those late nights and early mornings when he woke up screaming in your arms, he’d never looked so grief-stricken like this.

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes out, following your gaze to his tired eyes, scratches covering his arm from attempting to claw it off in his sleep as sweat still clings to his chest. “it’s not great.”

You scoff under your breath as you follow Bucky through to his small kitchen where he pours you both glasses of water. “That is clearly an understatement.” Accepting the glass, you take the moment to reflect whilst he’s occupied. “How long has this been happening?”

Pausing at the sink, Bucky stares down into his glass of water, remembering the countless nights they attempted to drown him or try shock therapy. And how every time it didn’t work, he remembered it all.

“A while.” He mutters, his grip tightening on the kitchen ledge as his metal hand clenches around the glass, shattering it into the sink.

“James,” You call out, slowly rising from your seat and moving toward him. “I’m right here, you’re here too, alright?”

Standing beside him, you reach out for his hand, easing his grip on the counter until he lets go.

“You’re right here.” You repeat to him as his eyes remain tightly closed, his jaw locked and left hand still clenching the broken glass. “You can let go, Bucky.” The words leave your lips in a whisper as the remainder of the glass drops into the sink, and Bucky turns his body to face yours.

“It wasn’t real,” Bucky tells you weakly. “please tell me it wasn’t real.”

Without thinking twice, you lift your hand to rest it against his cheek and Bucky instantly cradles it with his flesh hand, keeping it in place.

“It wasn’t real, James.” You confidently state as he moves your hand and presses a gentle kiss against it. “Why didn’t you call me sooner?” You sigh as you both remain in the dimly lit kitchen, the only movement from Bucky as he turns the tap off.

“Nothings been the same since Steve,” He can’t help but trail off, knowing he doesn’t have to explain himself around you. “and I just couldn’t face it, not with all that history.”

Stepping backwards, you let your hand slip from his as you lean against the counter, crossing your arms. “But what about the rest of us, Bucky? You just stopped answering, after everything we’ve been through.” You try to keep your voice low, remain calm, but after all this time, it’s difficult to not let your feelings get in the way. “I’ve lost all of you. Sam, Wanda, Peter, Clint, Bruce, Thor and now you too.”

“I’m sorry, doll,” Bucky breathes out. “I never meant to hurt you, I, I’ve been making amends.”

Walking past you, Bucky rummages through his bedside table, revealing the well-worn notebook.

“Was that?” You don’t have to finish your question before Bucky nods, flipping through the pages to a series of names scribbled down.

“These are all the people I wronged or hurt or who were affected by the Winter Soldier.” Bucky explains, holding the book out to you.

He watches closely as your eyes scan over the names, flipping through the pages seeing those crossed out or circled or left untouched. Until you see the last name on the list, yours.

“Y/n, I’m truly sorry for leaving you, for causing you any pain.” Bucky begins to explain as you close the notebook, placing it back on the counter out of sight. “I know I can’t take back what I’ve done, for disappearing for months without warning, but I,” Unable to fight his emotions, Bucky cracks.

You reach out as he curls up to the ground, quiet sobs wracking through his body as you hold him close.

“It’s okay,” You shush him as you fall to a sitting position, Bucky curling his head into your lap once more. “we can talk about this in the morning, okay?”

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Bucky tenses beneath you before sparing you a glance, allowing you to see those blue eyes, the ones you’ve missed falling asleep beside and waking up to, those same blue eyes that hold so much pain you can’t comprehend.

“No,” You whisper, running your fingers through his short hair, missing how the long ends used to feel against your face in the mornings. “I promise, I won’t go.” You lean back against the cabinets as Bucky begins to relax beneath you, his metal arm outstretched whilst his flesh arm remains around your waist, hugging you close.

“This is real, isn’t it?” Bucky sadly asks, looking out toward the dark hallway of his apartment, seeing nothing besides the faint glare of the tv. “I, I’m not dreaming this again am I?”

The thought breaks your heart as you rest your hand on his shoulder, running your fingers along the faint scar that remains etched into his skin.

“It’s real, Bucky.” You tell him, trying to disguise the cry that is lodged in your throat. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Despite your words of comfort, Bucky closes his eyes uneasily, wondering when he’ll wake up from this dream to the painful reality he truly lives in.

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[tastyykpop]

jeno extra filthy degradation please 😭

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Pairings: jeno x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom/sub themes, degradation, brat!reader, brat tamer!jeno, spanking, fingering, eating out, overstimulation

you were annoying

that was as simple as jeno could make it. he found you absolutely insufferable. and the countless of times you've opened your mouth to make a stupid comment was like nails on a chalkboard.

sure you were pretty and kind to others but not very much to him. you were rude, cocky, and persistent, it was your way of getting his attention. and to say it worked was an understatement, you were on jenos mind 24/7. no matter where, when, or who he was with, he could only think about you. of course, you were the same, but that's because you've had a crush on him since trainee days and almost everyone in SM knew.

jeno knew.

since you worked at SM as a stylist, it was easy to get closer to jeno and work your magic everyday. you were blatant with every touch, every shameless sentence that entailed more then it should, he couldn't quite ignore it either or tell you to shut up. seriously, it doesn't work.

you're a brat, he would say to himself, nothing more than a brat that doesn't know her place.

which in this case, he was correct.

but to him, your behavior was easy to change. he's noticed how you've drawn blanks when he interrogates you on your behavior, how you downplay your wrongs to see him try and hold back his longing to make you submit. it was a game to you clearly, but jeno wanted to beat it.

so how did you end up under jeno so soon in the practice room?

well, the group had been preparing for a dance practice video and you and a few other stylists were called in to help get them prepare for the camera. jeno was trying his best to stay low and out of your sight. it didn't work, but it was worth a shot.

"happy to see me?"

jenos eyes rolled, "I'd be happy if I saw death staring at me in the eyes." he began walking away until you grabbed his arm, making him put his hands over his face.

"dont be like that." you push his hands away now seeing jenos annoyed face. "be lucky you're not stuck with someone else. at least I make your life more interesting.

"interesting or frustrating? I think you've got your words mixed up."

you began applying a light foundation on jenos skin, taking in his angelic features before realizing what he said, "impactful I must say. I know you love me, jeno."

jeno makes a face in disgust pushing your hand away from his face, "youre not my type."

"I dont know. chenle told me otherwise...."

"youre a brat."

"and you're close-minded."

"close- you-"

"done. now go dance and make some fangirls or boys scream." you don't bother turning around as you walk towards the back of the dance practice out of the cameras view.

jeno, somewhat red in the face, stood in his starting position for the choreography, you couldnt help but stare at him in awe. hes gorgeous, you can't lie about that. and the way he moved once the music started playing made you feel different. maybe it was your crush on him, but you heated up very quickly while watching him. other staff members weren't paying as close attention on the boys as you were, only their phones caught their mind. you didn't mind, but damn did they not see how hot jeno was when dancing?

sweaty and out of breath, the boys took a break to get a drink of water.

"you did well- you all did actually." handing jeno a bottle of water, he stared between the thing in your hand and you before taking it and chugging the whole bottle. "but I think mark was the one who stood out to me the most."

"what?"

"mhm. mark was very fluid in his footsteps and his movements were clean and precise. a good dancer I must say."

there's something up. you were staring at him the whole time and he knew it, he danced harder just because you were watching. how could you have seen mark when all you did was stare at jeno?

"and hes cute too. surely he's got a bunch of girls and boys ready to throw themselves at him. I would too, he's absolutely perfect."

jeno balled his fist. what game are you trying to play? "you're testing me." he may not like you, or maybe he did, but something about you talking about someone else like that sparked jealousy in him.

"good. maybe you'll do something about it." you put a hand on his chest, jenos heart pounding fast as you came closer and whispered, "I bet you won't. all bark no bite. pathetic if you ask me."

"youre gonna regret your words if you keep speaking."

"oh really," you leaned back, his eyes pierced your curious ones with a sense of fury and annoyance, "and what are you gonna do? spank me?"

just like that jeno pulled you out of the room and into another practice room. he pulled a chair out from the corner and pulled you over his knee.

"jeno, I was just kid-"

he spanked you hard over and over and over again as you wailed and wrapped a tight hand around jenos ankle for support. each spank was painful and to the point unbearable, yet jeno didn't back down. not after he felt he could break you now.

each time his hand made contact with your ass, felt like he was letting loose all the pent up anger you caused him over the past months you've been working here. for him, it was hell. no matter what people would say to you about him did not dictate his feelings about you. right now, he hated you and needed to let that burning passion out by spanking you. jeno wanted you to feel the hell he endured when around you. sure enough, you were feeling it, crying and sobbing on his thigh like an idiot.

you didn't fight back even though you proposed that you hated it. your body seemed to like it more then you thought.

"youre a pest!" he landed another hard hit, "an annoying pest who needs to learn when to shut the fuck up. now apologize."

"no!" you winced at another hit, squirming- no more like trying to grind on his lap because of how painfully wet you've become in just minutes.

"apologize." he repeated.

"you're- you're an idiot if you think I'll give up!"

jeno stripped you of your pants and panties, "its cute listening to little sluts like you thinking they have power over someone much stronger then them. it must be tiring thinking youre charge." he taunted before spanking you again, this time the impact was far greater and almost caused you to scream before jeno clasped a hand over your mouth. with the same hand, he pushed you off his lap and on the floor, leaving your lower half bare for him to see.

you were a pretty sight, a mess to say the least, but jeno loved that. finally seeing you disheveled with tears leaking down your cheeks, he thought of you as his little crybaby. he tried his hardest not to take a picture.

"don't think I didnt notice how your wet cunt leaked all over my thigh" he began, "do you really get off to being put in your place, slut? is that why we're here right now?"

"d-dont be so full of y-yourself."

"oh? but your dripping all over the practice floor, how could i not." jenos lips were close to your heat, teasing you with his eyes and tongue as he glided it just above where you wanted him.

you had nothing to say, yet your eyes told him everything. told him just how you'd defy him any chance youd get only to make him more upset. it wouldn't be fun if your goal wasn't to piss him off.

jeno kept his tongue away from your most needed area, his lips kissing anything but your dripping heat as you bucked your hips into his face. jenos hands would push your hips down and back his face away frowning at your behavior and returning to what he was previously doing. you weren't done though, since he was holding your hips, you grabbed his hair and forced his head where you needed him. his tongue inside you was far from good, it was amazing. and though you realized jeno wasn't pushing your hand away, you pushed and pulled his hair as you kept his head in place so he couldn't stop.

the long strides and the smooth rhythm he had was enough to make you arch against the floor, gasping and calling out his name far to loudly for his liking. but with watchful eyes and a steady tongue, he shamelessly enjoyed it yet he had to be aware of the people in the building. one loud moan and someone would sure walk in to see what's up.

so jeno swatted your hand away from his head and lifted up with a frown. he liked the frightened look on your face as he leaned closer and closer, "if you're this much of a slut for people to hear us, we might as well have just stayed where everyone else was."

"thats hot." you stated blankly, jenos eyebrow raised before realizing how far gone you practically were, with how big and dilated your eyes are. "w-wait no! I'll stay quiet I promise."

"No you wont." jeno got up and grabbed your underwear that layed on the floor, then shoved it in your mouth allowing you to taste yourself. "stay quiet, fucktoy."

"fucktoy?- oh fuck!" you mumbled into your panties as his fingers protruded inside you. at least you were quieter this time.

"tell me when youre about to cum." he said just above a whisper as he watched you slip further and further into bliss. the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each skillful thrust from jenos fingers made his cock grow harder each second. you were so hot, so damn beautiful as you moaned into the panties like a little bitch. jeno loved it too much to say he hated you.

"feels good- f-feels so good, j-jeno." you said quietly into the panties. it was getting harder and harder for you to keep silent as he began rubbing your clit like a desperate man, hungry for your cum. but you did your best keeping low.

you grinded against on his hand, inching closer and closer to what you believed to be your orgasm. clentching tightly around jenos fingers you gasped and spat your panties out, "jeno! i-im gonna-

"cum, fucktoy." he insisted, never removing his fingers from your wet hole as a white substance spilled out. he kept going, in and out, in and out as you clamped a hand over your mouth. so much sensitivity and his fingers were still going.

"stop i-i can't take it!" you found his wrist and tightly held it as you attempted to pull him out.

"youre gonna take this like a good bitch until I want to stop." he said right as your second orgasm washed through you.

too much. you could barely think straight and even tried pulling your hips back but his fingers followed.

too sensitive. you could barely breathe because of the overwhelming sensitivity. yet in a twisted way, it felt good in a strange way. maybe it was the pain of cumming over and over or how jeno worked his fingers. either way, you could feel another one building up.

"please, please, please." you cried hoping for the end, but there was no way jeno was stopping.

"apologize and this will be your last one." He stuck his fingers deeper, if that were possible, and watched you squirm trying to find words to say, but all that came out was drool. "disgusting whore." you slapped him in the face for that.

"I-i am not sor-sorry!"

"im not playing these games anymore. say you're sorry."

jeno growled, deeper and deeper he went and faster and faster he goes before your third orgasm of the day came. your legs shook and your grip got tighter but still to no avail did he stop.

you were very persistent on making jeno angry before, but now you seemed to have started rethinking that apology. "im sorry."

"for?"

"for being rude to you!" you legs shook again and that feeling in your stomach was back, "i-im sorry jeno, but p-please I can't take it!"

he did it. he broke you. and with that he finally pulled his fingers away letting all your cum out.

you cried softly, still a shaking mess from the orgasms and jeno, well he didn't care all too much but he knew he probably shouldn't be too harsh with you about now. so he gently took you in his arms, sitting your bare bottom right on his lap as he rocked you slowly.

"im never leaving after this." you say slowly, "and I know you don't hate me either, I can feel your boner against my ass."

jeno pinches your arm and shushes you. god, you were a pest and maybe youre right. maybe he doesn't hate you like he proclaimed he did. maybe he did enjoy this session in the practice room, but he won't ever say it. not because he's afraid to admit it, but because he doesn't want you to rub it in his face.

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[moononastring]

Spirit Meets the Bones XII

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Genre: Angst/Romance  Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse. Please be mindful: some implied language may be found triggering. Author’s Note: Feedback is always welcome and very encouraging :) I love knowing what you think so thank you for reading!

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Each day after that, the two of them woke up with the sole purpose of watching each other. Eris watching Iris and Iris watching Eris.

Eris followed up on his promise with training and the first few sessions were the most entertaining time of his life.

“Tell me your favorite color.”

Eris had only blinked and blocked Iris’s attempt to jab him in the ribs.

“My favorite color?” he repeated with a snort. “Why?”

“It is a valid question.” she said indignantly and aimed for another swipe that he easily deflected. “This is a basic piece of information any couple should know about each other.”

“If you keep bracing yourself, I’ll see the hit coming and block it. Don’t hesitate, just hit.” he instructed, tapping her elbow and though Iris narrowed her eyes, she nodded. “Get a hit in and I’ll tell you.”

Iris rolled her eyes and stepped back, putting her hands on her hips. “So now I have to earn my information? What happened to a question for a question?”

“You’ve been itching to smack me since you met me, so I figured this was the proper motivation.” Eris said with a smirk. “You also didn’t actually ask a question, wife.”

Iris flipped him off then resumed position across from him. “Fine, smartass.” she huffed. “A question for a question.”

“Yes, wife?”

“What’s your favorite color?” she asked dully, and Eris’s lips twitched.

“I don’t think about colors.”

Which was one of the many, many lies Eris had been constantly telling himself these days.

He had started to think about colors quite a lot actually. He thought about the way he particularly loved the color green on her. And the color wine. And he didn’t want to admit how the color purple had nearly brought him to his knees the first time she wore it.

He thought about the color pink when she painted her lips with it and worse, when she flushed, and that same pink bloomed on her lovely cheeks.

His favorite color was the color of her eyes and the way they lit up in excitement whenever they did anything together these days. But Eris had no need to mention that. No need at all.

“That’s not a real answer, you cheat.” she replied then held the dagger up threateningly and Eris chuckled.

“What’s yours?”

“Cerulean.”

He wouldn’t think about her in that color and how magnificent it would look against her tanned skin. Instead, Eris pursed his lips and said dully, “You mean blue?”

Iris fully stopped and shot him a look of annoyance so cold, Eris had to fight everything in him not to laugh.

“You dress too well to pretend you don’t know your colors. I’ll just guess then.” she finally said and began pacing around him. He only watched her with a raised brow and a smirk, turning as she turned.

“What do you think is my favorite color then?”

Iris pursed her lips, silent for a moment then pointed with the dagger in hand and confidently boomed, “It’s green, isn’t it?”

It certainly was now. He thought to himself and opened his mouth to reply but Iris barreled on.

“Which is a tad cliche, but you wear green often and it suits you without clashing with your hair.” She continued, more so to herself as she tilted her head and observed him. “You tend to go for the darker greens, but I think sage would look really nice on you too.”

Both of Eris’s brows went up. “Is that so?”

Iris hummed, her free hand casually reaching out to touch his arm. “Celadon would match well too. It’s just a shade away from sage but just as nice.”

Eris only watched her hand touch the fabric of his shirt and held very still. “Would you like input in my wardrobe, wife?”

Realizing she was still touching him, Iris flushed lightly then pulled back. “How about some nice fluffy skirts?”

“I’m afraid you’d get jealous with how spectacular my legs would look.” he said and grinned when she laughed.

“I wish I had the right word to describe you.” she said with a shake of her head.

“Handsome? Delightful? Wonderful?” he offered. “In case you missed it the first time I said it but, once again, handsome?”

She scrunched her nose in mock distaste and said, “Obnoxious is what I would go with. Maybe nauseating.”

Slowly, with each quip, they tried to build a routine.

And Eris, who was not used to having someone be a constant presence around him was slightly unsettled.

Especially because the more time they spent together, the worse his reactions to her were getting. It was getting harder and harder for him to resist her even if all she did was stand next to him.

Each day passed in a blur, until a week and then two were gone before he knew it. A week and then another, of exploration, of questions, of training, and every single thing Eris could think of to include in their day-to-day. Even though he needed to plan it well to maneuver everything without his father detecting it, Iris was a constant companion by his side every day where it was suitable. It was an ache he didn’t realize he was feeling that was soothed. He was exhausted but it felt good. Being around her felt good.

And it scared the shit out of him. Especially whenever he was in the same room as his father. Any urges he felt were dimmed down very quickly with the slight panic of just thinking about Iris near his father.

Iris tried to be stealthy about her observations of Eris as they went about their day but Eris was always aware of how she watched him. He tried not to let it unnerve him but also wasn’t exactly sure what to do about it. He also tried to take his mother’s advice and show Iris kindness each day. Problem was, he wasn’t exactly sure if he was doing it right.

Her threats continued, though half-hearted. His inappropriateness was the response, also half-hearted. It seemed to be the easiest way for them to navigate whatever this was.

He had never requested so many flowers in his life. Elain outdid herself each time with her bouquet because he would only trust her with flowers. The last thing he needed was his father to find out he went out and bought his wife flowers.

Iris had adjusted to their expected roles better than he had anticipated. Whenever they stepped out of their room, she became the demur, adoring wife and Eris tried not to let it fuck with his mind. Especially whenever she touched him.

And gods, she touched him so much now. It was subtle touches, almost mindlessly but he never failed to notice that she always hesitated just for a fraction of a second then did it anyway. As though convincing herself it was okay, and it was — it was very much okay. Even if Eris was on the verge of a meltdown constantly.

He didn’t touch her as often. For his own sanity but also because she still to this moment, eyed his hands warily. Even when they started training, her eyes always drifted to his hands.

It was why Eris didn’t mind it that he hadn’t tasted her lips yet. He kept reminding himself that it was one step at a time. Because apparently, making it work didn’t include kissing.

This all didn’t stop them from having...difficult moments.

A few days before, he had a terrible reaction when she had accidentally brushed up against his back in passing and Eris had flinched so hard, she had jumped back several feet from him.

“Don’t.” His snarl slipping from his lips quicker than he could leash it, the command a mirror of the one she had given him before.

Iris had stood, taken aback and a beat of tense silence passed between them. “I’m sorry.” she said quietly, her brows furrowed. “I didn’t realize it still bothered you.”

It had taken him a minute before he swallowed, hating the way she stood away from him so rigidly. “Just because it seems healed doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother me.”

“You sleep and walk around shirtless...I assumed you didn’t have any issues —”

“I don’t like people to approach me from behind too closely and I like to air it out,” he replied curtly and rolled his shoulders back. “I’ve also been used to sleeping alone.”

Instinct had told him she wouldn‘t touch his back any of the times he slept shirtless and only because Eris knew she still hesitated to get too close to him, he didn’t bother with shirts. Her expression had flattened at his tone but she kept her voice even, watching his expression.

“You’re telling me no one has ever touched your back?”

“If you’re wondering about previous lovers, they usually had their hands occupied elsewhere.” he snipped then narrowed his eyes, trying not to let a sneer find its way to his face. “Do not pity me for a single moment.”

Iris had only lifted her chin and met his near-sneer with a scowl. “I expect the same from you.”

The rest of that day had been spent in silence, even as they explored. Both of them feeling too awkward to meet in the middle.

It also didn’t help when that same night, Iris had walked in on Eris bathing while doing other things and slammed the door shut with a loud gasp. She had only flushed angrily at him and refused to meet his gaze when he slipped into their bed afterward.

He had desperately tried not to laugh as he was shameless; a male had needs and his wife was fucken beautiful. But Eris, of course, had only said the stupidest thing he could think of.

“To make it very clear, I was definitely thinking about you, wife.”

Which only caused Iris to scoot further away from him and reply, “Go die. Don’t think about me that way.”

“Would you rather I thought of someone else then?” he teased, and she shot him a glare.

“I’m sure you’ve had others you can think about.”

Eris shrugged and crossed his arms, looking at her. “Yes. But none of them are my wife. Surely you wouldn’t want your husband to think of others while pleasuring himself?”

He slowly smirked when she had only pursed her lips and ignored his question. “I assume you’ve had needs as well, wife. I’d be happy to assist you with them at any time.”

“No, thank you.” she spat, flushing deeply and Eris chuckled in the silence that followed her response — until she looked over her shoulder and asked an unexpected question.

“Will you...find relief with others? If I...am not comfortable yet?”

Eris had blanked as she blushed and looked away, quickly adding, “It wouldn’t be fair for me to deny you and then expect you not to find it elsewhere.”

He had stared at her in silence long enough, that it forced her to look at him once more.

“I thought we were going to make this work.” he said tightly, and Iris blinked.

“...Yes.”

“I don’t count infidelity as making it work. Do you?”

Iris swallowed and looked away again, flushing. “No.”

“Good,” he said simply then rolled his shoulders back. “I’m not a male interested in anyone but my wife, even if my wife isn’t interested in me yet. I will wait until you are comfortable.”

Color had bloomed on Iris’s cheeks and she’d stolen one more glance at him before turning away once more, refusing to respond, and Eris had to hold back a grin.

Each day after, they found ways to bridge the gap between them.

Iris joined him and his mother for tea almost every morning and he always felt the strangest sensation watching his mother laugh alongside Iris. He couldn’t find the right word to describe it — didn’t know if he could whenever he watched the two of them bond, but it made his heart swell.

Eris was pleasantly surprised when two weeks later, and after he worked with her on the basics for her self-defense, his wife had indeed kicked his ass hard enough that he was the one on his back in the training room.

She grinned as she stood over him, her dagger at his throat and Eris desperately tried not to get a hard-on.

“Beat you.”

“Your grip on the dagger is getting better.” he said to her slowly, his eyes cataloging every inch of her in fitted training clothes. “I see your stance has improved as well.”

“You have a big mouth but at least you're a decent teacher.” she said with a chuckle and pulled back so he could get up, twirling the dagger in her hand.

But Eris wasn’t so sure he was decent about anything. Especially when all he could think about was having her on her back and doing very indecent things to his one and only student.

“Next time, I’d like to see you try to disarm me more quickly. But good job.” he said with a small proud smile, dusting his training leathers and Iris grinned at the praise. “It seems that the imbecile who stole kisses from you gave you some acceptable pointers in between the fondling.”

Iris’s expression flattened. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“I will have him beheaded if you’d just tell me his name.” Eris said sweetly and Iris snorted, shoving him back.

“No, you won’t because I will not tell you anything. He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“He kissed my wife!”

“Before she was your wife.”

“Yes, but now you are the future high lord’s wife. I will not have a wife fondler in my court.” Eris added and Iris huffed a laugh.

“How do you know you haven't met him already? What if he’s been working with you this whole time knowing he’s fondled your wife?” she said with an eye roll. “You’re ridiculous.”

Eris paused and narrowed his eyes at her as she pursed her lips, holding back another laugh.

“Do I need to fight for my honor then, wife?”

“Your honor?”

“Yes. You won’t tell me the wife fondler’s name. I will fight for it and win back my respect.”

“You’re losing respect by the second the more you ask about him.”

Eris put a hand over his heart and gave her a once over. “I am the son of a high lord.”

Sheathing her dagger, Iris gave him a saccharine smile and said as she told him once before, “Kiss my ass.”

Eris chuckled. “A few training sessions and you’ve gotten cocky. I’d like to see you try without the dagger then.”

“You just want me to get you on your back again, don’t you?” she taunted with a smirk that had Eris grinning. “Right where you belong.”

“What if I want to get you on your back?”

“We both know by now that’s not how it would go.”

Eris smirked and tried not to let his delight show at the slight flush in her cheeks that had nothing to do with their workout.

“I’m very curious to know how you think it would go.” he said seductively. “How long are you going to keep resisting my charms?”

Iris pursed her lips and raised a brow. “Funny how you think there is much to resist.”

Eris tutted as they stood opposite each other, and he gave her a slow once over. “We’re two sides of the same miserable coin so don’t you lie to me. The least we can do is fuck it out, little gazelle.”

Iris returned the once over with one of her own before she met his gaze and firmly said, “Don’t ask for things you won’t survive, husband.”

“I’ve always liked a challenge, wife.”

Iris’s brow raised in challenge. “You would barely survive a kiss.”

“Is it the witchcraft or poison on your lips that’ll do me in?” he asked with a lazy grin and Iris rolled her eyes, though the corner of her mouth ticked up.

“It would be the knife I so casually slip into your chest if you took a kiss before I gave it.”

“And when will you give me one, wife?” he teased, and she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow.” she replied airily. “When I feel like it, I suppose.”

And oh, Iris would never admit it to him at the moment, but she definitely felt like it. All this time she shared a bed with this male, had started to share so much with him...except a kiss. By her request, of course.

Which she was deeply regretting because now, all Iris felt was pressure. An insane amount of pressure that sat on her chest daily, that squeezed when she looked at him and Iris found herself looking at him a lot.

He chuckled at her comment, waving her off then rubbed his cheek, at the scruff gracing his face and Iris wondered if he had any idea what the light beard was doing to her. He seemed to have forgotten about it completely.

“I like my odds with maybe.” he said with a wink and shoved his shoulder into hers gently.

Iris pursed her lips then shoved him right back but knew he didn’t miss the way she kept eyeing him, her gaze constantly on his face.

“Is there something you would like to say?” he teased again, and Iris rolled her eyes, pushing past him.

“There are a few things I’d like to say but I am a lady.”

“A lady with one of the filthiest mouths I’ve ever seen.” Eris said with a snort. “I have been bamboozled.”

“Bamboozled?” she asked, putting a hand over her heart as a coy smile found its way to her lips. “Are you flirting with me, husband?”

Eris gave her a smirk. “It only took for me to admit being fooled that you realized? I need to work on my approach then.”

“Yes, you do. You’re terrible.”

And the two shared a small, shy smile as they made their way out of the private training room and back to their bedroom.

Since their little heart-to-heart, things seemed to be different but they were both still somewhat cautious with each other. Iris still scowled in his general direction at some of the nonsense he said, and though the pillow barricade was getting shorter, it still stood proudly between them.

A flush blossomed on her cheeks as Iris recalled yesterday morning when she woke up to find their hands inches away from each other.

They still didn’t know what to make of the other.

But...he seemed to be trying. And so, she tried as well.

Each morning, they would venture out somewhere different in the Autumn Court, places she had never seen though she had been born and raised in the court. Eris included her in almost everything and watching him work had been fascinating. The way everything was done in plain sight of Beron and yet...the High Lord knew nothing of the system Eris had built that functioned without him.

The day he introduced her to a few select people he valued above everyone else was one that had filled her with pride.

“This is Nevien, the only healer I trust. She’s patched me up more times than I care to admit.” Eris had said when introducing the older female. Iris had noted his fond smile towards her as the healer smiled back. “Nevien, please note you might see me more often these days as I’m going to start training my wife. She has the tendency to try and stab me.” Nevien had only laughed as Iris rolled her eyes.

Later that same day, he had introduced her to some of his closer sentries she had seen around.

“These are Oren, Mikel, and Serphan — three of my generals who oversee the workings of my legion and personal court within our territory. I trust them with my life.” he explained, and Iris nodded her greeting with a smile — until Eris turned to his generals and continued with, “Friends, if I am murdered, please put Iris on trial first as she threatens me with death several times a day. I annoy her enough that she might actually do it.”

Her expression had flattened before shooting Eris a glare but he only smirked as his men held back smiles.

“See? Murder is in her eyes.”

“Keep talking, it won’t only be in my eyes.” she had muttered. He had only grinned in that infuriating way of his and his companions laughed.

So his most trusted men watched her. His most trusted healer started meeting with her. He trained her himself and Iris had never been so blissfully busy, it made her heart burst. She was finding purpose.

Most importantly, he made time with her every single day to spend away from the court. Even if it wasn’t far, even if it was just in the fields watching her as she ran around with the hounds, he took her.

They avoided his father. They avoided her father. They avoided any outside factors that could sour the mood between them.

They spent every night with each other and when they weren’t exhausted, they spent it doing mindless activities together. The other night, he had sat opposite her while playing cards and Iris couldn’t take her eyes off him. She watched how at ease he was with her, his eyes focused on his cards while biting his lip. Or at least his gaze had been focused on the cards, — until he snapped his eyes to hers and he sniffed the air.

“Interesting development.” he said, and Iris narrowed her eyes at the stupid smirk on his face.

“What development is that?”

“I didn’t realize playing cards turned you on, wife.” he said with a Cheshire cat smile and Iris flushed deeply.

“Oh yes, cards are one of my fetishes.” she said dryly and forced herself to roll her eyes, but Eris’s smile only widened.

She froze, watched him calmly put down his cards and with a predatory gleam in his eyes, Eris moved closer and closer until he leaned over her just slightly so, a knowing look in his eyes. “If that’s the case, I think we can play a different game.”

Iris leaned back from him, her cards hugged to her chest, as if hoping he couldn’t hear how loudly it was beating. “And what game would that be?” she asked, completely distracted by the way his scent seemed to flood her senses.

“Why, strip poker, of course.” he said, leaning in further until he hovered close enough to her face and they shared a breath. “If playing cards makes you feel this excited, it seems logical stripping should come next.”

Iris huffed out a laugh, even as her blush gave her away, and shoved his head back with her palm. “Just say you want me naked and stop beating around the bush.”

Eris snorted and slowly backed away, to where he lay across from her and picked up his cards again. “I don’t think I’ve beat around the bush about that for one moment, wife.” he said and then gave her a wink. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll only let you beg for it a little.”

“What makes you think I’ll beg at all?” she asked haughtier than she felt.

And the look he had given her set her whole body aflame. “We shall see, won’t we?” he said softly, and Iris had a much more difficult time paying attention to her cards after that.

With each day after, Iris felt how her feelings towards him shifted from wary to complicated to...somewhat ease. He didn’t push her or invade her space. He taunted her, of course, but never anything more and she found...she stopped minding the taunts so much.

When he had left her the simple gift box on their table before breakfast one morning and she opened it to find a dagger, a well of emotion had surged in her body so fiercely, it almost made her cry. The same dagger now sheathed to her thigh and Iris had to school herself not to launch herself at him as he only said, “Consider it a late wedding gift.”

It was a beautiful dagger with a gold hilt, light enough it didn’t hold her back but sharp enough to slice off an arm.

And this had changed everything for Iris. Because it was an olive branch. A sign of trust. She had almost kissed him then. She found herself almost kissing him in quite a few situations.

She had even started to feel bolder with her nightclothes, choosing ones more comfortable though not too revealing. But with the way he cataloged each set, she might as well have been naked. It was deeply unfortunate that he was very attractive, and she was unfortunately, becoming attracted to him. Unfortunate that there always seemed to be a pull between them and Iris felt her guards getting lower and lower around him. Felt herself starting to like him and it scared the living daylights out of her enough that she always hesitated.

She watched him as they now walked down the mostly empty hall, nodding as certain staff passed. Iris observed him and knew if she didn’t say something soon, she’d end up doing something stupid, like shove him against the wall and kiss him how she desperately wanted to.

Clearing her throat, she stole a glance at him and quietly said, “I’m excited to visit Elain and Lucien tomorrow.”

Eris’s eyes met hers for a moment and the corner of his mouth ticked up. “So am I. They’re very excited to meet you.”

She fiddled with the hem of her shirt for a moment before speaking. “You told me you can see us getting along before...that’s still the case now, right?”

Eris blinked then paused in his steps, causing Iris to almost collide into him. He turned and gave her a curious look. “Yes, of course. Are you...nervous?”

Iris scoffed, though her cheeks heated. “Of course, I’m nervous! They’re the only family you like aside from your mother and I’m still trying to find time to spend with her.” she said in a quick breath then added quietly, “I want them to like me.”

Eris’s brows went up in surprise then he chuckled. “I can assure you, they’re going to like you very much.” he said. “Probably more than they like me.”

Iris pursed her lips, holding back a small smile then cleared her throat again as they started walking once more. “Well, that much can be expected. I am nicer than you.”

Eris rolled his eyes, knocking into her shoulder gently. “So you say. Yet, I am the one getting threats on a daily basis from someone.”

Iris crossed her arms and knocked her shoulder back into him. “Are you saying they’re undeserved?”

“I am saying for someone so nice, you have quite the violent tendencies.”

“That mouth of yours can inspire homicidal tendencies in just about anyone so really, are you surprised?” she replied with a pointed look and Eris blinked at her then tilted his head back with a laugh.

Iris’s lips twitched, watching the way his face changed with the laugh. How open he seemed. How unburdened. She liked when he laughed. She liked it a lot.

So she added, “One could argue you inspire those homicidal tendencies just by standing there and breathing but I don’t want to give you too much credit.”

“Oh the way you are with your words, wife.” he said with a shake of his head, one of the more genuine smiles on his face. “I’m so incredibly flattered.”

Iris looked down with a small smile, her cheeks reddening just so at his words, at his gaze on her. Only when he gently brushed his fingers against hers at her side did she look up again.

“I know going to the Day Court is a big deal for you.” he said quietly. “Your mother was originally from there, yes?”

Iris looked at him in surprise. She had mentioned that small detail to him in passing, through one of their random conversations. A warm feeling spread through her chest that he remembered.

“Yes, she was.” she said, a sad smile finding its way to her lips. “I’ve always wanted to visit but...he never allowed it.” Iris looked at Eris, brushing back a strand of hair that fell loose from her braid. “I’ve always heard it’s very beautiful. Do Elain and Lucien live in the city itself?”

“They live on the outskirts, closer to the countryside. But you can see the city from their home.” he replied then chuckled. “It is definitely a very beautiful place, but a little too warm for me. I am a bit biased to our crisp and airy weather.”

Iris laughed softly. “That makes sense, I suppose.” She glanced at him once then licked her lips before asking, “Do — do you think we could visit separately one day and explore the city?”

She didn’t miss the look in his eyes at her question.

Iris had grown up learning to expect no to any of her requests — just because her father had the power to do so. But Eris hadn’t said it once. Hadn’t scoffed at a single thing she asked for or about. So she tried to word her questions better, word them in a way that didn’t make him feel doubtful of her. He certainly tried for her and she wanted to keep trying to expect the better of him.

“Helion has been generous enough to grant me permission to visit Lucien at any time so I don’t see why not. I can send in a formal request for the two of us at some point.”

“Yeah?” she asked and her smile widened. “Do you think we’d be able to stay overnight too?”

Eris’s brows shot up and then he gave her a smirk that instantly had her regretting her question. “You’d have to share a bed with me in a new location. However will you be able to handle it, wife?” he asked in a voice too sinful to be used in a public setting. “I’m afraid we’ll be kicked out with how indecent you’ll be with me. How will I protect my modesty?”

Iris let out a cackle of a laugh even as her cheeks heated once more. “Eris Vanserra and the word modesty do not go together. Please don’t embarrass yourself with such lies.”

“That’s quite mean, wife. I won’t let you ravish me close enough to traumatize my brother if you’re not nice to me.”

“No, thank you. I will bunk with Elain and you can bunk with Lucien. The two of you can relive your cherished brotherly memories of sharing a space and protect your precious modesty.”

Eris snorted. “You think I shared a space with anyone? Please.”

“A high maintenance princess through and through.” she said with a grin and felt his soft laugh skate down her spine.

“But of course, I can’t have you lusting after a heathen.”

“Your mistake is you think I’m lusting after you at all.”

Eris gave her a knowing look. “Oh the lies you tell, wife.”

Iris rolled her eyes. “Enough about you, princess.” she said with a small smile when his mouth formed a very small pout. “Lucien’s the only one of your brothers that surprisingly hasn’t tried to kill you, right?”

Eris waved a hand with a good-natured shrug. “I wouldn’t say never but definitely less than the others.”

Iris raised a brow, lowering her voice, and walked closer to him as people passed them in the mostly empty hall. “So that’s why he’s your favorite.”

“I’m his favorite.” he corrected.

“It makes sense that you would choose him. He is the most handsome of you.” She said with a smirk that widened at the outrage on his face as he gaped at her.

“You think Lucien is more handsome than I am?”

“You don’t?” She asked with an innocent blink.

“Even with his metal eye?” he asked in amusement and Iris shrugged then gave an exaggerated dreamy sigh.

“Especially with the eye.” she said and fought the smile at Eris’s expression. “It definitely makes him more dashing.”

“You don’t even know Lucien.” he muttered childishly, his eyes narrowed.

“Everyone knows Lucien.” she said, biting back the grin threatening to burst out of her at his expression. “Before he was mated, the Seventh son of Beron was very well-liked by many females. Quite a few males too.”

Eris narrowed his eyes at her.

Iris smiled back innocently.

He scoffed and knocked into her shoulder gently. “I’ll allow your momentary lapse in judgment. Only because I know what’s really in your heart, wife.”

Iris rolled her eyes again, flicking his arm lightly. “Oh do tell, husband dear. What is in my little heart?”

“Why, how could it be anyone else but me, little gazelle?” He replied with a smug smile and tapped over his heart. “I’m sitting right in there, warming up your heart.”

It was Iris’s turn to let out a snort. “I thought you wanted to worm your way under my dresses?”

“I’m great at multitasking. I want to be under your dress, in your heart, and I already know I’m in your head with how often you think about me.”

She let out a laugh and the corner of Eris’s mouth curved up. “You are so full of yourself, how does your body manage to carry that fat head of yours?”

“I have incredible thighs to hold up my weight.”

The laugh died in her throat as Eris’s head shot up and faster than Iris could comprehend, he had her cornered against the wall, his hand lightly wrapped around her throat.

“Play along.” he whispered.

#eris vanserra #eris vanserra fanfics #eris vanserra x oc #eris x iris #smtb #thank you for your patience <3 #It's a long one so enjoy the banter hehe <3 #once again a love letter to Lucien #i look forward to your comments <3