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hyukaslvr · 2 days

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strong enough | J. Jungkook (3)

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pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

genre/tags: idol! Jungkook, idol! reader, idiot exes to lovers, slow burn ; k-drama feels (our beloved summer but not at the same time), angst, drama, fluff, smut

warnings: foul/explicit language, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters, panic attacks, reader is harsh towards Jungkook, Jungkook is a meanie! smut, oral sex Jungkook makes your squirt, public(?) sex, teasing, pet names; baby, love, bunny, good girl, princess. facesitting, fingering, i think that’s all!

w.c: aproxx 10.2k

series summary: you and Jungkook have too many personal problems, during and after your relationship and it keeps getting brought up. you both had tried multiple times to ignore the fact you were both struggling mentally and physically due to your workplace, but you always run back to each other. maybe one day, one day you'll get back to each other, with all your problems handled, maybe not. all you want is for him to shine like he always does, all he wants is you.

a/n at very bottom!

you felt breathless as you stared at your ex, the one you’ve been trying to distance yourself away from for months because you have problems. yet, he keeps ending up in front of you looking like he was going to devour you from below. Jungkook would always treat you right, letting you tangle his hair or slap his arms and face when he teases you. he will do anything for you.

“friends? i mean, we could just talk occasionally but i really think you should sit right about now-”

at that, you leaned in, kissing him hard. you tilted your head to kiss him from a better angle, you cupped your favorite cheeks to pull and squish, gasping at the feeling of him wrapping his arms around your waist as you make out with him passionately. you practically whine when he pulls away to speak again, your lips chasing after his desperately.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby, don’t you understand? you won’t regret being my friend,” you can hear in his tone that he’s playing with you, knowing you guys won’t ever be fine as friends, but you get to fuck this beautiful being below you, who you have hard as a rock below you just from kissing you.

“Jungkook- touch me!” you say, slightly rubbing yourself against his hard on, letting yourself take control as you grab the hair on the back of his head.

“sit on my face, princess, pretend its a pretty throne to get your juices on,”

the sight between your legs should be in a museum, specifically painted with oil pastels to really bring out the glossy shine of Jungkook’s sweaty forehead while he continues to eat you out from below. his hand held tightly around your thighs, not letting your go anywhere but on his tongue fucking deep in you and his nose rubbing your clit over and over again just how you like it. you wanted to scream, rip his hair out of his head between your fingers as you tug on it between every thrust of his tongue.

you grinded down on his tongue and nose, letting yourself feel and deserve everything his pretty mouth was giving you at night at the beach on a blanket from a random car Jungkook picked you up in after sneaking you out of your dorm. how did you get here? you thought as your legs started to tremble, Jungkook feeling your legs squeeze slightly against his head as he moans at the feeling of being squished by your juicy thighs.

“oh fuck!” you whined, throwing your head back as his slaps your tits slightly and his mouth leaves your heat. his face was covered in your juices when you looked down, a glossy smirk appeared on his face as his hands push your legs up and he pushes you back on your back in a smooth movement, “making me scream in the middle of the beach, huh? how fucking cheesy,” you growl, he spreads your legs open hard at your words. he shoves his body between your legs and forces them to hang off his shoulders.

“watch your tone, baby,” he warns, licking around his lips to taste you some more, you whimper at the sight of his swollen lips and his tongue that was just deep inside of you. “what do you want me to do to you, my love? i’ll do whatever you tell me to do,” he says lowly, leaning down into your ear as his hard on presses against your heat once again.

“fingers! use your fingers on me,” you moan out as Jungkook’s hands creep down to the sides of your thighs and squeezes them between his palm. one of his hands slides between your thighs and onto your heat. he doesn’t even bother to mention how wet you were, you feel the slick on your inner thighs. he begins to slide a finger in, curling it up and hitting your sweet spot before pulling back out and adding another.

he does this until 4 of his fingers are fucking into you, he whispers sweet nothings into you ears as you squirm underneath him. you gripped the back of his neck forcing him to come down to your lips, kissing you with passion and lust as he picks up his speed, ramming his finger deep into you in a quick speed.

“you love my fucking long fingers, don’t you? taking them like a good girl, baby. they fit your slutty hole perfectly,” he speaks against your lips, making you shiver as the warm bubbles appear in your stomach again, signaling your release, “you gonna come, baby? i can feel your insides gripping the shit out of my fingers, dirty girl,” he growls as his fingers reach places yours could never in you.

“Jungkook! baby- i can’t-”

“fucking take my fingers, sweetheart, you can fucking do it. come all over them, make me proud as always,” and that did it for you, you gasped for air as all your senses raised as everything tight you were holding released, letting your hips grind against his hand as he moans at the feeling of your insides clenching on his soaked fingers.

“such a dirty mouth,” you shiver in his arms, he holds you with his chin on your top of your head. he hums in agreement and you giggle in response, taking his tattooed hand into yours as your trace the letters on his knuckles.

“after this, we can do whatever you would like starting now on. if you want me, i’m here. if want me to comfort you, i’m here. if you want me away from you, i’ll distance myself. whatever you want, baby, i’m all yours,” Jungkook says, and you know he means it by the way he looks at you, trying to search your eyes to make sure you’re doing okay and understanding him. the things Jungkook will do for you, and only you.

“when will i see you again?” you duck your head into the car window to speak to Jungkook better as the night became morning quicker than expected, car horns can be heard all across the city. he bites his lip ring in thought, you wanted to roll your eyes because youu couldn’t tell if he was acting like he didn’t know his own schedule for the next week.

“you wanna see me that bad again, darling?” he lets go of his ring with a pop from his lips before his mouth curves into a smirk, knowing he has an affect on you. your face flushes, rolling your eyes to try dismissing the fact he made you all flustered, “i don’t think i’m busy this weekend, but maybe i’ll see you around, sweets. maybe i’ll come visit you during my free time,”

“maybe, and- um, thank you. thank you, Jungkook,”

“for what?” even you had to think about it, why were you thanking him? you bit your lip, slipping your head out from the rolled down window, and saying goodbye to Jungkook quickly before it gets any brighter out.

you obviously knew you were being confusing. first, you didn’t want anything to do with Jungkook. then, you have that talk with him. now, you just got home from getting two blissful orgasms taking out of you at a beach in the middle of the night by him. you wanted to process things but you just know you’ve gone too far and too distracted from you mission. your mission to stay away from Jungkook as much as you can.

usually, you would ask what to do after that; especially after he said he would willingly be anything to be around you, even being your friend; a friend that can fuck you, that is.

“i’m going to let things flow the way they should, if something happens it does,” you finish to your therapist, you couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or worried for you by the look on her face. either way, she sat up straight and began to talk.

“what do you want? Jungkook wants to be in your life, just even the slightest. he’s letting you go, ‘hey! back off, no more,’ or he’s letting you openly have sex with him as a ‘friend’,”

“maybe it’s not just about sex! we dated for awhile, it’s hard to let someone go like that,” you ponder, picking at the skin around your nails before your therapist reaches out for your hands.

she takes a deep breath, then speaks again, “the whole reason for no contact was for you to figure out yourself and let yourself heal before you help him with anything. being just friends is even a hard task because he’s still just Jungkook in your eyes. do you think your ready for any of this? i know it’s been 6 months but, are you sure your willing to bring down that wall you built up for yourself in the process of healing?” you now know why people say words can sting like knives, you didn’t even notice the tears prickling down your face until you felt the comfort of your therapists thumbs rubbing the back of your hands.

“i don’t know what i want, all i want is him. i only want Jungkook, there’s no one else for me. he knows me so well,”

“but does he? can he tell like i can tell that you aren’t sure you want this? i think, there’s way more than just Jungkook out there for you. he may have been a big part of your life, but feeling like you can’t handle yourself or your relationship is not worth it, i promise you,”

what does this mean for you? should you just go home and some how manage to contact you beloved ex that you can no longer do this after only a day of doing “this” because of your selfish reasons? but then again, is it really selfish?

no, it’s not. but maybe you’re going to fast.

a/n: ARGHH IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG😔 i’m so caught up in life and work and school and repeat. i’m trying to write again slowly, i have a couple drafts i wanna post in between episodes so maybe ill have my followers vote for what they want to see next! i love you all, thank you for being so sweet and patient💜

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rileyglas · 2 days

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okay here me out… what about alastor, Lucifer and Adam and their s/o meeting their fandom counterparts cat alastor, cat luci, and tiny Adam? Just a thought have a good day! 👍😁

Love this! Thank you for my first ever request!

Meeting their Fandom Counterparts Alastor, Lucifer, and Adam x gn!reader

Cat Alastor

“Ew - what the actual fuck is that?” you ask, looking cautiously over the shoulder of the Radio Demon. A small red thing stared up at you with a smile that looked eerily similar to your husbands. “I - I think it’s a cat, my dear. He followed me home from Rosie’s and I just couldn’t help but feel attached.” Alastor hums in amusement, bending down to pick it up. The cat blinks each eye separately before nuzzling into his coat. “Uhm - I don’t think you should -” you try to warn but the cat hisses with a hint of audible static. A few tentacles burst from its back and flailed in a show of anger.

“Oh wow…that’s….that’s somethin’.” Angel Dust chimes in from the couch. Alastor gives a few soft pats on the cat's head, carefully minding the tiny antlers between its ears. “Now, now, be nice. They will learn to love you just as much as I have already. Oh you are just the most darling thing aren’t you!?” Alastor coos and mumbles. The sight is enough to make even the cutest of demons nauseous.

You and Angel look at eachother with matching faces of disgust and apprehension. He shrugs, “Hey, s’long as I don’t have to sleep with that thing, do whatever you please.” Angel walks over and places a hand of pity on your shoulder, “Good luck with that toots.”

Back in your shared room you kick off your shoes and attempt to plop onto the bed. Before your butt hits the mattress a loud yelp makes you jump back to your feet. There’s that damned cat again and this time, it’s four times its normal length, stretched out over your side of the bed. “Hey shoo - fuckin’ menace!” Your attempts go ignored much to Alastor’s delight. You shoot him a glare, “Your cat, deal with it.”

Alastor rubs the cat's stomach, “Awe dear don’t be jealous. He just wants some cuddles.” The cat purrs and shrinks back to its usual small size. It jumps down and hides under the bed. You huff, “I’m going to go take a shower.”

Mid way through your shower, a scream of pure terror interrupts your peace. You run out in a towel to see what all the noise was about. “Hey I heard a scream, what happ - Unholy fuck WHY DOES HE HAVE A KNIFE?” you yell to Alastor who sits smugly on the edge of the bed.

The red cat sat next to him with a knife in its mouth. Head cocked to the side with the same smug grin your husband doted. Alastor chuckles, obviously very happy with himself, “I sent him down to see Lucifer. Sweet music to my ears. I think this cat is a wonderful addition to the hotel.”

Still dripping wet you roll your eyes, “Uhg whatever, just don’t let him keep the knife.” you mumble before returning to the shower.

Cat Lucifer

You sit in the lobby of the hotel with a small white cat in your lap. It purred loud enough even Husk could hear it from the bar, “You gonna try and keep that thing?” he asks. You pat the cat's head, “Of course! I think he looks just like Lucifer! Don’t you?” Husk rolls his eyes at your cutesy voice, knowing damn well your boyfriend wasn’t going to buy it.

When Lucifer returns from his tower he greets you then freezes seeing the cat, “My love…w-what do you have there?” his face twists in a look of repulsion. You dangle the cat in front of his face, “THIS is Luci - isn’t he adorable! He looks just like you!” The cat stares at Lucifer but its eyes look empty as some drool dribbles down it’s chin

“Eh are you sure he’s…uh - a good fit for us?” He takes a step away from you, “Look I know I’ve been working a lot but getting a cat might not -” the cat jumps from your arms onto the top of his hat, playfully pawing at the snake wrapping around the base. Cute chirps leave its mouth making Lucifer melt. “Aweee I guess he is just a cute little thing isn’t he?”

You gracefully remove the cat from his hat, rubbing its belly in your arms, “Soooooo can we keep him?” you continue to pat his belly and hit a spot that causes the cat to sprout six tiny red wings. “Oh my!! Look dear!! He even has adorable angel wings! We HAVE to keep him now.”

Lucifer glares at the cat, its eyes still empty as if not a thought was behind them. He sighs in defeat when he sees how happy you are. “Alright. You can keep him on one condition, you have to change his name.”

You squeeze the cat tightly in excitement, “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” As you rush up the stairs Lucifer turns to Husk, “That thing looks nothing like me…right?” his voice drips with desperation for an answer. Husk looks at him with a cocked eyebrow, “Do ya really want me to answer or would ya rather just pretend I did?”

Little Adam

Adam’s office was a spacious one. Large enough you were able to have your own couch to lounge on and read while he did his work. It was a usual afternoon of quiet reading and listening to him mumble to himself when Lute knocked on his door.

“Sir there’s a situation.” she announces. Before Adam can stand something small darts in under Lute’s legs. You leap back onto the couch and scream, “Jesus Mary Joseph it’s a rat!!!” Adam swiftly bends down and picks it up, “Holy shit! It’s a little me!” he exclaims with more excitement than expected.

“Hey hon maybe we should be cautious with this - thing.” you try to reason with him. Lute looks to you with an agreeing side eye, “Sir he has been causing complete chaos. Would you like me to ‘take care’ of him?”

Adam coddles the thing in his hands, gasping at the idea, “What!? Get rid of this handsome little shit? Absolutely not! I’m going to keep him as my own little dude. Aren’t I Little Adam?” Little Adam squeaks incomprehensible nonsense and gives a tiny fist bump before taking a seat on the real Adam’s shoulder like a picturesque angel.

Lute scoffs, more than annoyed, “I don’t think you understand sir, he tried stabbing St. Peter before hiding in Sera’s dress like a roach. It would be best if -”

“Bitch keep your hands off him!” Adam yells, holding a protective hand over his shoulder. “He has feelings too…I mean - I think?” He looks questioningly to Little Adam who crosses his arms and nods smugly. “See!! Now leave us. I’ve got…big…important angel..shit to do or whatever.” he waves her away without another look.

“Good luck!” Lute growls to you. She slams the door on the way out. You walk over to the desk where both Adams now sat reeling over paperwork. Little Adam looks up to you and begins making obscene gestures, humping the air, and flicking his tongue. “Uhg - he IS NOT coming home with us.” you recoil in disgust. Adam raises an eyebrow, “Awe common sugar, he’s adorable. Just like me! You can’t say no to that face!”

You roll your eyes, “Nope. Not a chance. He stays here. I’ll go get him a hamster cage or something.”

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lurochar · 7 hours

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The Shadow will Play

'Behave'? What did that mean?

In which Alastor’s shadow "plays" with you and you find out something very interesting about your lover.

Alastor’s Shadow x Reader

18+ MDNI

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“Behave.”

It had been his Master's orders and he was trying so hard to abide by them, but you were just making it so difficult for him!

What exactly did ‘behave’ mean? It's not like his Master gave any examples in which he could follow through.

Did ‘behave’ mean not going out and slaughtering a few unlucky Sinners?

Did ‘behave’ mean not pulling a few pranks on the hotel residents and staff?

Or did ‘behave’ mean not getting amorous with his Master's lover?

(Shouldn't he be able to touch? He was a very part of Master after all).

It seemed that his Master had not told you to behave as you were touching him freely, causing him to shudder from your pleasant warmth.

“You're so cute~” You always did love how affectionate Alastor’s shadow was as it rubbed against you like a giant cat. “Is there anything you want to do today? I don't think Alastor will be back until tonight.”

The shadow tilted its head before its grin widened and it let out a series of chirps. It pushed you back on you and Alastor’s bed, cooing as you let out a surprised noise when it clamored over top of you, “W-what are you doing?”

The shadow's tail wagged as it thought back to the times where he was just a voyeur when you and his Master engaged in intimacy and knew he wanted to draw those pretty sounds from you.

“W-woah!” Your eyes widened when the shadow eagerly began to pull down your pants, probably ripping parts in the process with its claws. “Did Alastor put you up to this?”

The shadow paused for the briefest of seconds before chattering, nodding its head as it finally managed to rip your pants off.

“Well, if he’s okay with it…” You muttered, shivering slightly when you felt the shadow's two cold hands on each thigh, spreading them as you flushed at the… odd situation you found yourself in.

But if this is something Alastor wanted, then…

You jumped when your panties were practically torn off you and cool fingers were parting your folds. You shut your eyes, expecting to feel discomfort or even pain since you weren't prepared in the least and not at all wet.

The shadow tittered, using his thumb to rub circles around that nub of flesh like his Master did and as expected, you let out one of those pretty sounds that had his ears twitching.

“That… feels good.” You sighed, feeling a heat in your lower belly begin to ignite. You glanced down curiously, aching a bit when its thumb left your clit, moving so its face was directly at your cunt.

Before it could dig in, it reached up, catching you by surprise as it took hold of your arms and placed your hands on its ears, pointing at them and chirping.

“You want me to pet them while you do that?” You asked and received a nod in return. “If you're anything like Alastor, and I'm sure you will be, I'm not sure I'll be able to,” you got a sound that sounded like a huff, “but I'll try! I will!”

The shadow seemed satisfied with that.

The shadow parted your slippery folds again, keeping them spread and it was quick to bury its long tongue in your dripping hole, causing you to shudder.

Like Alastor, it could elongate his tongue.

You groaned, feeling its tongue lap at every little crevice of your pussy, slurping up your slick like a mindless animal, “H-hah, yeah. Oh, r-right.”

You squeezed its ears as promised.

You almost shattered when you felt a small vibration in your core and you barely heard something – a sound that you never heard the shadow make before and once more, to be sure, you squeezed the shadow's ears.

Again, there was that sound and that oh-so good vibration and with the absolute tongue fucking you were getting, you were gonna cum with that next one.

But that sound – what was it and why was it familiar?

The shadow ears twitched when you squeezed them again, hearing your moans while your legs spasmed around his cold body and he tried the best he could to lap up your slick as your hole clenched around his tongue.

Your noises were so pretty~♡

(He wanted more).

It took a few moments for you to gather your senses as you slowly sat up, seeing the grinning shadow practically make heart eyes at you.

But before that, you needed an answer to a question (and possibly, another answer to another question).

“That noise you made when I touched your ears, was that a deer bleat?” You asked, causing the shadow to nod and you to be taken back for a second.

‘I’ve touched them before, and Alastor or his shadow has never made that sound, so maybe it's just a sex thing?’

“If I touch Alastor’s ears during sex, would he bleat too?” You asked, thinking back and you always wondered why your lover seemed dead set on you not touching his ears during intimate times, but you had just respected his wishes and never went beyond that.

The shadow nodded.

“That’s so cute~!” You smiled brightly, bringing the shadow in for a hug and it purred, tail wagging, “Thank you for telling me this! How can I repay you?” You almost regretted asking as the shadow immediately pounced on you, ready for more of you.

His Master wouldn't be back until night, after all.

#alastor x reader #alastor smut #alastor shadow #x reader #alastor’s shadow x reader

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mi-dori · 3 days

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My sweet sweet Navigator

Prompt: Just you pampering your wife <3

Warnings: None

Author's note: Yes I'm alive guys and I finally have motivation to write

The Astral express was unusually quiet; the conductor was nowhere to be seen and so was most of the passengers were out and about. The sound of Himeko's humming resounded throughout the train. It was only you and Himeko and it's a rare occasion to have an empty express all to you and your wife, except for the conductor who's always there.

"Come back to our room, love. Let's spend some time together." Himeko smiled as she felt your embrace from behind.

"Hm? Does my lover miss me that much?" She teased, turning around and wrapping her arms around your neck.

"I do. It's been a while since we've had some alone time. Everyone's gone, so let's make the most of it." Himeko's lips had never looked so tempting before, and you couldn't help but lean in and capture it between your very own lips. It took her completely by surprise, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Okay okay you win. Let's go." Her sweet giggles filled your stomach with butterflies; everything she does makes you get butterflies. You're so helplessly in love it's amusing at times.

Excitedly, you gently grabbed her hand and pulled her along to your shared room. Out of everyone's room, you and Himeko's one was the biggest in the express and it was located at the end, far away from the others so they wouldn't have to hear the ungodly noises from your cabin.

"My, you certainly are excited about our alone time? Is there something I should look forward too?" She smiled as she took a seat on the bed.

"Yes. I know you've been working hard to keep the express running and you always have so I'm going to take care of you because you deserve a little princess treatment from time to time," you gave her a wink and went ahead to prepare a nice warm bath. Laid out over the bath was a wooden tray that had a glass of wine and a bowl of grapes, along with yogurt in a cup. Her shampoos was laid out besides the bathtub.

"Hey honey come on in," you poked your head from the bathroom and called her in. Himeko smiled as she entered and if her smiles couldn't have gotten bigger, it definitely did after seeing what you did. She gasped softly.

"You did all this for me?"

"No for Welt when he comes back. Of course its for you my love." You began taking off her over throw, followed by her dress leaving her in her bra and panties. Himeko had a body to die for and you were just so glad to be the only one who had the privilege to hold that curvy body. "Well what are you waiting for? Hop in."

With a dreamy sigh, Himeko took off the remaining of her fabric and carefully settled into the bath, sighing as she felt all her tension melt away. You got behind her, sitting on the edge so her head was between your thighs. You took the rose clip out of her hair and began massaging her shoulders as she took a grape and slipped it into her mouth, squealing as the flavours hit her taste bud. "Oh this is the life~" she moaned out.

"A life you'll forever have as long as I'm around."

"You're too sweet."

"Sweeter than coffee?"

"Honey please know your limits." The two of you shared a laugh before you poured water on her head, then applying the shampoo. She leaned her head back and slipped a grape into your mouth. With tender hands, you rubbed the shampoo into her hair, making sure it got deep into her hair. Since her hair was soft and long, you had to take extra care when you're rubbing it as to not tangle it up and Himeko trusts you that much to let you touch her hair. "Your hands are like magic baby," she sighed blissfully.

"You like that?"

"Hm very much."

If the conductor had only heard what was coming from the bathroom, they would've thought otherwise because of the moans Himeko let out. You kept washing her hair, giving her a massage and eventually, the tray was placed on the sink and you were naked in the bath as well, Himeko leaning into your body as she sipped the wine and fed you the grapes. "So is this going to happen every time the two of us are on the express alone?" She titled her head to look up to you.

"I don't know, maybe. I guess I'll do this everytime the two of us are off duty because most of the time, it's either one of us going on adventures. I hope we can go on the next one together."

"I hope everyone is doing alright. Dan Heng was pretty worried for everyone before he left. It seems his past is connected to the Luofu."

While Himeko was relaxing, she's still worried for her friends. She has a big heart and you managed to capture all of it. You pressed a soft kiss to her shoulders. "Mr. Yang is with them. They'll be fine."

"You're right. My only focus should be on you right sweetheart?"

"Exactly."

You two spent a good amount of time in the bath, chatting about random things. You were the first to come out, bringing a robe and wrapping it around her, and a towel for her hair. She went by the sink and started to do her nightly skin care routine, with you helping her; well just standing there and admiring her beauty.

After that, she went and you went into the room and changed into your nightly outfits. She sat on the bed and you blow dried her hair, and made sure it was dry and her hair products were applied. Himeko couldn't say she didn't have a wonderful afternoon. Right through your pampering session, she didn't had to worry about anything, nor did she had to lift her hand to do anything.

She was wrapped up in the covers, her head laid on your chest as she listened to your heart beat and lift soft kisses to your neck and clothed chest. "Thank you for that lovely session, my love. It was truly wonderful to relax and just have my worries melt away."

"It wasn't that much but I'm glad you enjoyed it. The next time, I'll make sure to plan it even bigger and it'll be even better I promise."

"Oh? You're making me excited now love."

"That's the point. I love you my darling."

"Hm I love you too." Before you know it, soft snores left your wife. She was sound asleep in your eyes and you smiled to yourself, thinking how blessed you were.

"Good night, my sweet sweet navigator."

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eepwriting · 13 hours

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vessel and iv fucking reader so gently and taking care of them after a long day:((

- funera1pyre 💝

We’ll Help ✶ Vessel x IV x GN! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, threesome, oral, intercourse, masturbation

Anon 👁️👁️ you really did it with this ask. Hope y’all enjoy. Thanks again for this request!! 🤍🤍

!! mdi !!

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You let the door behind you close harder than intended, kick your shoes off and let your bag fall to the floor. The tears you’d held in all day threaten to spill now that you’re home.

You notice but don’t bother to greet Vessel and IV who are sat on the couch, walking by quickly to get to your room. The two look over at each other, iv shrugging his shoulders. Vessel rolls his eyes slightly, shaking his head before leaving the room after you.

You make a poor attempt to wipe the free flowing tears from your eyes and face when you hear a knock on your bedroom door. It creaks open when you don’t answer, Vessel popping his head in to peek at you. A deep frown forms on his face when he sees you. Lying on your side, a pillow clutched to your chest, eyes red, face covered in tears.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He steps into your room fully, closing the door behind him. You give him a nod and he helps you sit up before sitting down next to you. His hands smooth over the top of your head before cupping your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks.

You look to the door when it opens again. IV leans against the doorframe. His eyes are full of concern when he notices your puffy eyes and splotchy cheeks. He’s quick to sit down opposite of Vessel, his hand rubbing comforting circles over your back.

“It’s work. My boss, my coworkers. It feels like no matter what I do, it’s never good enough.” You lean your head on iv’s shoulder and Vessel grabs both your hands in his. “I know it’s probably not true, but I hate going in there everyday feeling like I’m just taking up space.” IV hums and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re so valuable. You know that.” Vessel leans over to pepper kisses on your cheek. His hands squeeze yours.

“Anyone who doesn’t appreciate you or your work clearly can’t see how amazing you are.” IV wraps his arm around you, his covered mouth moves on your temple as he speaks.

You let out a small laugh, blush rising to your cheeks. “You guys are sweet, but you’re not just saying that, are you?”

“No.” Vessel grabs your jaw, turning your face so he can look at you. “It pains me to think that you don’t know how valued you are.” His thumb swipes back and forth over your cheek. “We can show you how much we appreciate you. We’ll help, won’t we iv?” Vessel looks over to him, iv’s head nods eagerly.

Vessel smiles a full smile before turning back to you. “Hm, what do you say? Can we help?” He pulls your face to his, lips meeting the corner of your mouth as you give him a hesitant nod. A whine leaves your throat when he presses his lips to yours, his hand moving to rest on your thigh.

You feel iv move to sit behind you, his hands running up and down your sides. You let him pull you to sit in between his legs, his mouth attaching to the side of your neck. You reach one hand up to hold iv’s face, the other reaching for Vessel’s cheek. Vessel moves his lips down your jaw to your neck. Two mouths leaving open mouth kisses on your skin. You sigh as you look up at the ceiling, your brain foggy with need.

“Why don’t you sit back there with iv.” Vessel presses a kiss to your throat. You turn as iv pulls away from you, shifting to sit with his back against the headboard. He pats his thighs and reaches for you. You crawl to sit between his open legs again, back against his chest. It’s not long before his mouth resumes its previous position on your neck. His hands dance over your stomach and sides under your shirt, grabbing and pulling you against him.

You watch through unfocused eyes as Vessel works your bottoms down your legs, his hands running over your skin as he goes. He moves each leg to drape over iv’s, effectively holding them open. He settles between your legs, groaning as he gropes at your thighs. “Look at you. So pretty.” His mouth moving over your inner thigh, licking and nipping at your skin.

You almost can’t focus. With the way iv’s lips and tongue move over your neck, his hands tweaking and pulling at your nipples, Vessel’s mouth sucking marks on your thighs, his hands massaging your skin. It’s hard to keep your mind straight. You can barely remember what you were crying about just minutes before.

IV turns your face away from watching Vessel, his neck craning around to kiss you. His kiss is vastly different from Vessel’s. Fast and needy, his tongue invading your mouth almost instantly. He bucks his hips up into you, groaning at the friction. You reach a hand back behind yourself, palming over him as he breathes into your open mouth.

Your own hips buck up with you feel Vessel’s mouth on you. His tongue dancing over you. He takes his time, lips and tongue spending precious time on bringing you to the edge.

IV feels painfully hard under your palm, whiny moans in your ear as he watches the scene in front of him.

You can’t stop your hips from their wild movements, moans and whines freely flow from your mouth. Vessel’s mouth doesn’t leave you until your thighs shake, your chest heaving as you lean into iv more, trying to get away from Vessel’s mouth.

He lets up, returning to your thighs as you try to catch your breath. He crawls up to you and you sit up to meet him halfway, kissing him with more need than you’d ever felt. Your hand moves faster over iv and you’re rewarded with more groans in your ear when he leans forward to wrap himself around you. You reach out for Vessel, your other hand finding his cock, matching the rhythm of your hand working over iv.

Vessel groans into your mouth before pulling away from you. “IV seems a little needy, doesn’t he? I think he wants to help too.” He kisses your cheek and brushes your hand away.

IV is quick to reposition you, guiding you to lay on your back before standing to remove his jeans. His mouth meets yours again as he half straddles your thighs. His movements are more gentle now, taking advantage of his time with you. He kisses and licks into your mouth for a long while, your head spinning, his hands running over every inch of skin he has access to. He pulls away to gather spit in his palm, pumping himself over you. You turn your head to notice Vessel sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. His pants tugged down his thighs, hand lazily working over himself as he watches the two of you.

You whimper as you watch the two men around you, eyes flicking between them. “Shh, I got you.” IV leans down to pepper kisses on your cheeks and forehead, his cock pushing against you, easing in ever so slowly. Whines simultaneously leave you both when he’s fully buried in you. He lets his hips rest against yours, his hand caressing the side of your face while he looks down at you. He brings your legs up to hook over his shoulders and presses soft kisses to your calves. “I don’t want to see you crying again. Kills me too much to see you like that, you know that?” His hips slowly thrusting into yours.

You breathe out a breathy whine and nod, reaching up to grip at his sides. He keeps his thrusts slow and gentle, paying special attention when he hears your moans tick up an octave, when your back arches. You take turns watching iv over you, then turning to watch Vessel. Who clenches his jaw every time you look at him, his hand pumping himself harder.

It doesn’t take long for your second release to sneak up on you. Your legs drop from iv’s shoulders to hook around his waist. Your nails dig into his sides, eyes shut tightly as your mouth opens in a silent cry. “There you go. So good for us.” IV’s voice is quiet in your ear, a groan punctuates his praise. He fucks you through your climax, his hips speeding up slightly as he chases his own.

Your eyes open with heavy lids. Vessel stands next to the bed now, hand moving quickly over himself, his mouth hung open. He lets out a deep grunt before leaning over you, ropes of his cum painting your stomach and chest.

IV’s hips still, flush against your own, his head thrown back as he breathes out a groan. Warmth spreads through your lower half as you watch the two of them above you.

Vessel kneels down beside you, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you whine out at iv pulling himself from you. Your eyes close as iv’s hands rub your sides comfortingly. You’re too spent to say or do anything.

You let the two of them clean you up, almost half asleep when Vessel lifts you from the bed, carrying you to the bathroom. One of them must of ran a bath as you dozed off, but you couldn’t remember either of them leaving your side.

Vessel washes your hair for you, kneeling next to the tub, iv sitting on the closed toilet lid, just watching. They manage to dress you in loose clothes and get you comfortable in bed. Each lay on either side of you, arms and legs tangled together.

You could safely say you now knew how much you were valued and just how much the two of them cared for you. Even if you needed a little help to really believe it.

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I…ugh.

I was so excited to write this anon, I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Thank you again!

K. Bye bye.

#sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token fic #sleep token x reader #sleep token smut #sleep token vessel #vessel sleep token #vessel x reader #sleep token iv #iv sleep token #iv x reader

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jamsterrr · 2 days

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SEONGHWA .. Fatal Attraction 1

seonghwa. fatal love. ex lovers. “ i want you again .. “

description ; thinking it was for the best , breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years since you both “ grew apart “ but when a mis understanding comes about. what will happen when you’re forced to spend time together, what happened to those “ we just grew apart “ feelings.

seonghwa!ateez x female!reader

words : 2k

contains. ‼️ ; cursing , sexual scenes , 18+ content , may contain typos , slight slow burn. ( let me know if i miss anything ! )

MULTIPLE PARTS .. !!

———— .. ᯓᡣ𐭩 ( part one ) ᡣ𐭩ᯓ .. ————

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

You took the small step into your apartment as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Yesterday's work had drained you. Being a photographer worked a lot on you both mentally and psychically. Staying up most nights to edit pictures, booking as many weekend sessions as you could to be able to afford even rent at times. Though it was mentally stressful it still worked out for you in the end. After breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years, you thought that nothing could tear you down after remembering how you were for almost 3 weeks straight.

Working in the same place didn't help either. Having to see him when you'd rather you didn't. But you didn't hate him, just his actions on certain things. Regardless, you still kept professional and even more happy that you didn't have to be around him as much. Though feelings still tended to be raw, and you found yourself looking at your old ' happy ' photo together wondering where did everything go wrong?

As you settled down for the day, at work on the last day for a month's time due to a little renovation of your building. You set to use this time to relax, to take time slow. Bills were paid, fridge was stocked and house clean. You were determined to relax. Taking your hair out of its pinned-up state, leaving it to rest in its natural state, running your hands through it as you made your way to your room. A small smile resting on your face when you notice your dog sleeping fondly on the bed, his body curled up and head resting on the pillow next to you.

You gently took your hand, gliding it through the golden retriever's fur as he looked at you, his tail wagging and hitting the bed. Your smile stayed as you made your way to the closet, looking through all of your choices of relaxation clothes. Simply deciding on some shorts, along with a oversized t-shirt, slightly covering the shorts, but that didn't matter, you were in your own place.

Deciding to make your way to your kitchen to wind down for the night, all of the sudden feeling a vibration rattle against your skin. Taking your phone out of your shorts pocket.

The pounding in your heart sent chills down your spine. It was Hwa, someone you didn’t expect. Your ex at the least of all people that could call you. Before the call could end and the phone stopped vibrating you answered, hearing a short breath at the end.

“Hey Y/N, we need to talk … “ he spoke. “About?” You asked, though your tone wasn’t rude, just genuinely interested in why the man you didn’t love anymore, who said didn’t love you anymore was calling you.

“My parents expect you at the family trip” he started. Your eyes widening. Early in the year Hwa’s parents were getting ready for their summer trip, making sure to invite any and everyone. Mostly for memories and since you were considered a member of the family, as well as knowing how much they loved you, you were invited.

“Hwa..” you started. “You didn’t tell your parents we broke up?” Though the silence over the phone told you everything you needed to know about the situation. “No..” the male softly mumbled. “Do you want me to tell them you won’t be attending?” The male suggested. Though his tone sounded hurt. Why would he be.

You took a deep sigh. Could you face Hwa? Would these feelings you put aside start to flood back to you? “No..” you spoke as you gently rubbed the skin near your temple. “You shouldnt tell them that. I’ll come..”.

The feelings you had right now, overshadowing the overall situation at hand. “I’ll make sure to let them know, and I’ll come and pick you up at 7am” the male said softly. The phone connection slightly statically moving. “Okay” is all you were able to reply with. “See you then” and then the phone call was over.

What did I get myself into? Was the only thought that came to your head. Not even the fact that you were hungry. Though you forgot to ask the male an important question.

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# contact ,, Seonghwa. 78%…

What about Pop?

You can bring him.. they love him

and tons of room for him to run around.

Ok..

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( pop is your dogs name btw. )

The day seemed to go by faster at the thought of going on this trip with your ex. Not wanting to disappoint his family this also meant you had to put on an act. But if your feelings were gone? How were you going to do that?

A sigh escaped your lips once again before you pulled out your bags, stuffing in a couple of outfits, important hygiene things you needed as well as a swimming suit, hoping to relax yourself in the lake whenever you could. Deciding to treat this like a paid vacation, only you had to pretend to be in love with your ex still. This should be interesting.

Your bags were finally packed, as well as the thing you might’ve needed for your dog. After a few minutes you decided it was time for you to go to bed. Reaching over and putting your phone on the charger, as well as setting an alarm to get up early.

Closing your eyes as you and your golden retriever dog drifted off to sleep. Your thoughts or worried drifting away so you were finally able to sleep.

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Hearing the sound of your alarm caused a groan to escape from your lips. You hated waking up super early in the morning. Though you were excited but slightly anxious for this new trip. Even though it was with a person you’d least want to see, you didn’t want to be bummed out about it. Why?

Slowly making your way out of bed, sitting up and attempting to rub the tiredness out of your eyes. Slowly getting up and rummaging around your dresser, grabbing some casual clothes to be comfortable on the ride there.

Wrapping the leash around your dogs silk fur, you heard a knock at your door. A familiar 3 knocks symbolizing Seonghwa was there.

Your body shuddered in nervousness. This would be the first time seeing him after the breakup, alone and without your friends or colleagues around. Taking a deep breath you walked to the door and opened it as you were greeted by his familiar smile.

“Morning, ready to go?” He asked, bending down and petting Pop. You nodded, clipping his leash on and grabbing your bags before his hand gently grabbed onto them. “I got them, you just get Pop” and that’s what you did.

You watched as the male carry the bags down the apartment stairs and to his car. You following close behind with Pop, leading him into the car when Seonghwa unlocked it. Debating on if you should sit in the front with him, or the back with Pop. Though your body and mind was already a costumed to sit in the front. That’s where you ended up.

Your head rested against the window as you felt the weight of the car shift slightly. Your eyes shooting up to be met by Seonghwa’s.

“I want you to be comfortable this whole time, are you okay?” The male asked softly. You could see it in his eyes.

“I’m good, I’m okay, just a little tired. I’ll go to sleep alright?” You spoke, looking towards him and then turning your head to rest against the window. It was too early for you to think about anything.

Your body felt the car get into gear as your eyes closed. Letting your body drift off to sleep.

After what felt like a whole day you woke up as you felt the car shut off. “Are we here?” You asked the male as he gave you a smile and shook his head. “No, 30 minutes away, but we’ll be there soon” he hummed. “I’m stopping to use the bathroom, you should let Pop do the same” he spoke as he handed you the keys and got out of the car. You slipped the keys onto your wrist and rubbed the tiredness from your eyes.

Gently grabbing the leash from the back and clipping it to the dogs collar, you opened the door to let the dog out before walking him to a reserved spot so he could do his business.

Afterwards you put him back in the car, spotting Seonghwa coming back with a bag full of snacks and drinks. “Finally..” you mumbled slightly as the male chuckled being able to hear you.

“You just woke up, and I know you get hangry, so I decided to just go ahead and nip it in the butt before you chew my head off” the male spoke, putting the snacks into the car.

You huffed and shook your head. “I’ll be back. I’m going to the bathroom” you said slightly rolling your eyes playfully at the male. You caught yourself before straitening your face and going to the bathroom, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes once again. Finally, after a couple of minutes, you finished in the gas station bathroom and spotted the male playing with Pop as a smile gleamed on your face as you got back in the car. "Ahh~ Hwa lets go, I'm ready to be there and get settled in.

After a couple of more hours of driving to the place, many laughs, old jokes the two of you used to tell together to see who would laugh the loudest or the most, and you would always lose. You pulled up to the familiar cabin that you had been to at least once before. The smell of the slightly nostalgic air hitting your nose. "Wow, it's been forever" You spoke to the other, gently stepping out as you let Pop out of the car, the three of you being greeted by Hwa's parents. The both of them giving you big and bright smiles, his mother opening her arms to give you a big hug, you, bowing respectfully and finally hugging her back. "It's been too long Y/n since we have seen you!" the woman said, her grip strong, swaying the two of you side to side.

Hwa chuckled a little nervously before looking at his father and then his mother. "Mom, don't squish her" the male spoke, taking the bags from the trunk, walking up the wooden stairs.

"Shush, I'm just excited to see Y/n" the older woman rolled her eyes at her son. "You two must be tired, lets get you and this beautiful dog inside, rest up and i will fix us some lunch" the woman said, his father greeting you with a smile as well. "That sounds absolutely amazing".

Your face glanced at Seonghwa's, whose hands were now empty and prepared to lead you to the room you two would be sharing for the next month. You bit your lip nervously before excusing yourself from the older couple and made your way to Hwa, following him through the familiar cabin, with the sound of Pop's paws following behind you. Seonghwa carefully opened the door, the room still looking the same, only a few things have changed. The position of the bed, there had no longer been a moose picture plastered on the woods and there was no couch in the room. The two of you stepped in the room, Seonghwa coming in after you. "If you'd be more comfortable I have no problem with sleeping on the couch" he spoke, taking in your staring at the bed. "Oh... no its okay, then people would question why we aren't sleeping together, and I don't want to handle that right now" you replied, walking over to the bed and sitting gently on it. "Plus, it does get cold, and I might only need you for warmth" you said teasing the male, a smile appearing on both faces.

"Yeah, whatever you say Y/n" the male spoke in a low voice, rolling his eyes as he tossed your bags beside you. "Unpack and change, let's get ready for lunch".

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 2 here. ( not written yet , will be updated )

#Spotify #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez #atiny #hongjoong #mingi #ateez mingi #seonghwa #atz #kpop #fanfic #fanfiction #kpop fanfic

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darkwitchingflower · 1 day

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Things my friends have said as percy jackson characters pt. 5/6 idk I've lost count again

Apollo/Lester: I have an idea for you: thank you Apollo for blessing my life with your godly presence. Your meat wand is a blessing this summer as its size will provide shade for us all 😍 (friend not on tumblr)

Leo?: EVEN IF I HAVE TO DRAG PIPER(?) OUT THE HOUSE BY HER UNICORN HAIR (friend not on tumblr)

Leo: It's yeasting time!

Percy: Nico I am both amazed by you and concerned (@wraith--2)

Nico: What'd I do now? I'm really confused (me)

Percy: The whole dissolving your hand and drinking it (@wraith--2)

Nico: Oh ye I forgot about that (me)

Apollo: Why is a femboy stronger than me? (Friend not on tumblr)

Piper: Ladies and gent, let's pierce our flaps! (Friend not on tumblr)

Thalia: Why am I asexual? Well I decided to f*ck with depression and it f*cked back (@wraith--2)

Annabeth: I full support pettiness when it's due. It's like sass with emotional damage

Leo: My honka wonka bandonkas are just supreme in size what can I say? (Friend not on tumblr)

Piper: 😘 (me to @wraith--2 )

Annabeth: Piper, behave yourself around the asexual (best friend not on tumblr)

Nico: Corpses can't forgive. Silly bi*ch (@wraith--2)

Leo: Grab the robotomy it's time for a lobotomy (me)

Percy: Their all gonna pay for messing with my shrekie poo (friend not on tumblr)

Percy: Leonardo cappachrio (best friend not on tumblr)

Will: It's a bit too straight in here I gotta take my socks off.... you're allowed to make love to the homies as long as you have socks on (best friend not on tumblr)

Grover: Thank you for the balls (I meant maulteasers, this is also said by me)

Piper: If they (men) can have their penises out why can't we (women) (me)

Piper shivers*

Jason going to hug her: aw you cold? (Me)

Piper: ye my nipples are hard (best friend not on tumblr)

Leo: Simba, the sacrifice (best friend not on tumblr)

Playing human fall flat:

Piper: Let's kiss! (Best friend not on tumblr, she's piper in all of this interaction)

Our characters head butt*

Annabeth: how much do I owe you? (Me)

Piper: sssshhh pain will be over soon!

Annabeth: oh ok

This interaction is the same people as above with same characters

Piper: I'll get it out for you, baby girl

Annabeth: Is it in?

Leo: Don't grab my butt that costs money (best friend not on tumblr)

Dionysus, idk who else to put lol: God of wine and insanity... otherwise known as me last weekend (best friend not on tumblr)

Annabeth: The f*cking duck that asked the same f*cking man every f*cking day for some f*cking grapes when all he f*cking sold was some f*cking lemonade and then when the f*cking man brought the f*cking duck to a f*cking store to buy some f*cking grapes the f*cking duck asked DOES THIS STORE SELL F*CKING LEMONADE (Best friend not on tumblr)

Percy: Yeup, that's the duck (me)

Annabeth: AND YOU THINK HES EDUCATED?! (Best friend not on tumblr)

Percy mahbe in the labyrinth?: BE WAREY! I hear a worm... (@carpcranium)

Annabeth explaining the difference between a horse and pegasus: ...but they're not allowed to fly because horse* racism (@indecisivenb )

*the actual quote is bird racism but saying horse made it fit better

Nico: Don't worry, if the ghosts don't ghost you I will 🫡 (@wraith--2)

Leo: Tf2 heavy weapons guy is kinda hot (friend not on tumblr)

Percys dyslexia getting in the way of wording something*: He's rubbing off against me (@duckbakery)

Piper: I'm being blackmailed with my biggest weakness; gay people (@indecisivenb)

Jason: We are not getting yeast infections in my house, Leo (friend not on tumblr)

#if you cant tell im fed up with exams and bored so here you go #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #rick riordan #riordanverse #will solace #leo valdez #my friends as #things my friends say #things my friends have said #the duck song

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zhongster · 3 days

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If you're still willing to write for Stardew, can we get some headcanons about... anyone, really?

Oh absolutely dearest, it was actually a burp fic that got me into stardew valley in the first place way back in 2018 (it was about Sebastian and Sam was there too i think??) but for the life of me I haven’t been able to find it again

Anyway here are some headcanons for my personal favorite character: Elliott <3

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DNI IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

First of all Elliott is a huge drama queen

He might actually get embarrassed and cry if he burps in front of the farmer early in their relationship

Especially because this man’s burps are NOT small

They are BELCHY every. single. time.

I truly believe he’s such a dark horse and could easily out belch Shane if you give him beer

Wine burps

WINE BURPS GUYS

If he burps and tastes the wine it’s game over he’s like “aaaand that’s enough”

I personally hc him as being from a wealthy old money southern family (that he cut contact with bc they suck) so he has one of those rich people honey-thick southern accents

So i could totally see him full on BELCHING and then bringing a hand to his chest like “oh my lord, pardon me” with that southern drawl

Despite how overdramatic and embarrassed he’d be before he and the farmer start dating/in the early days of their relationship I feel like once he got comfortable he’d pretty much just let them out (within reason) without thinking much about it

If something absolutely wet and vile and disgusting came outta him he’d just cover his mouth with both hands and stand there in shock

I feel like he spends a lot of his time at his desk writing and drinking either red wine or tea (and forgetting to eat) so he ends up with a lot of air in his stomach

He’s very prone to liquid bloating since he does forget to eat and quells his stomach with drinks

He’ll let out some really good ones right there at his desk and just continue writing

Beer really gets his stomach bloated af

He usually avoids it for that reason but on holidays he has been known to indulge

Also Elliott has a surprising amount of kink worthy lines that are actually in the game its kind of insane

One such example:

He has a specific line where he stuffs himself during the winter feast and my brain went haywire with that one

He also definitely loves belly rubs

This is a man that likes to be pampered especially when he has a sore, bloated belly

If and when he and the farmer have children his burps have definitely woken the baby up on numerous occasions

They’re like prime for child-scaring

As in canon, he’s also very prone to hiccups

And the only way he can successfully get them to go away is to hit himself on the chest and try to force up the biggest belch possible

Sometimes he even has to swallow air to do it

I have a very specific image of him in my head letting out these monstrous burps while he fusses with his hair in the mirror

Or while he’s gathering his hair into a ponytail

He’s super casual about it too

Like I don’t think he understands how genuinely massive his burps actually are

He hears them all the time so he’s like??? Desensitized to how loud they are???

So when the farmer’s like “Jesus?!?!?” It takes him a second to be like “OH! OH THAT WAS LOUD I BEG YOUR PARDON” (again with the twang)

here’s a video reference

#burping #eructophilia #belching #burp kink #stardew valley #sdv elliott

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marshslovedone · 2 days

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Dom!Poly!Main 4 x Sub!Reader nsfw oneshot

CW: smut, F!Reader, oral sex (m!receiving), reverse cow girl position, vanilla sex, nicknames (baby, sexy, etc), mentions of male & female body / genitalia, mentions of shop lifting, fingering, masturbation, P in V,

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“Hey, sexy” Kenny smirked at me as I opened the door slightly to see who it was. I smiled seeing the four of them as I open the door more to let them in. i closed the door after letting them all in and follow them upstairs to my room. the four boys set their stuff down on my floor, as I go to sit on my chair in the corner of my room.

They just smiled looking at me as Kyle walked over to me and gently grabbed my face as he made me look at him. I just smiled at him which he returned the smile. “Oh baby, didn’t we buy you that lingerie?” Kyle tugs on my dress revealing a little of my boob, I grabbed his hand, gently pulling it away which Kyle smirks at me. “More like stole it, we didn’t even have enough money combined to even buy it for her” stan said as he sat at the end of the bed turning my PlayStation on so they can play games and watch shows on it.

“yeah, cuz the princess always gets what she wants no matter how expensive it is” cartman walked over as he picked me up bridal style as he then sat on the bed hold me close to his chest, which kenny jumps on the bed soon after to hold me as well. “But it’s okay we forgive her, right guys?” each one hummed as I giggled holding kenny and cartman close to me as much as I could.

Kyle sits next to stan talking softly about what game to play as the look through my shelves. As I leaned into kenny and cartman’s bodies, I felt hands roam my body, I hummed in relaxation as I soon felt my body let out a soft moan, opening my eyes I see cartman giggling at kenny who is smirking as well. I moved around as I felt cartman rub my clit gently as kenny inserted two fingers in my hole and began to move slow

I let out soft but quiet moans as my head leaned back on the pillow. “you like that sexy? You like the way kenny and I touch you?” I frantically nod trying to keep quiet so stan and Kyle won’t hear. They were too distracted with the video game to even notice what was happening behind them. I began to pant heavy as I felt cartman move his fingers on my clit faster along with kenny fingering me faster as he kept hitting all the right spots in it.

“Are you close baby?” Kenny whispered in my ear as then licked my neck. “Y-yes..” “come baby, go ahead” cartman whispered in my other ear as I covered my mouth and let out a muffled moan. I pant as I I felt cartman sit up more slowly and quietly unbuckling his pants as I felt Kenny lift me to be on his lap. I stare in confusion as I moved my hand to my mouth feeling cartman slide in my hole.

“Oh look at that..baby you take me so well..” cartman smirked as he began to my hips slowly. My back faced cartman as I stared at stan and Kyle’s back. I bit my lip as I turned to Kenny was was masturbating as he watched me move up and down. “What a slut, she just came and is now eager for another release..”kenny licked its lips as he then leaned in to kiss me to muffle my sounds. I moan into his mouth as I moved a little faster with cartman’s help.

“dude! Do you guys really have to do this now? I thought we planned a simple nice sleepover” Kyle looked behind him as he heard stan say that and let out a loud groan. “Seriously?” “Aye! It’s not our fault! this angel right here brain washed us!” “Yeah she brainwashed us!” Kenny pulls away from the kiss smirking, as he continued ti jack off.

“O-oh fuck off..you two started..i-it..” I moaned out as I began to let out a little squeals of pleasure. I clutched onto the bed as I felt cartman hit my sweet spots multiple times. “look at her, she loves it, she’s such a slut but it’s okay, she’s our slut hm?” Cartman was soon thrusting up before letting out a loud groan and come inside my pussy. I let out a gasp feeling my body shutter lightly coming once again. I soon get off cartman as I lay back down on the bed but my head at stan and Kyle’s knees since they were facing us.

They smiled at me as they both unbuckle their pants. Before the moved I felt a warm liquid hit my leg as I look down and see Kenny cummed as well. “Sorry, babe, seeing your pussy leak with come made bust” before I can say anything I felt stan Kyle move my head to face him as he licked his lips and went to lightly tap his dick on my mouth which I instantly wrap my lips on. Kyle let out a low groan as he felt vibrations of my moans on his dick. Stan moved my legs apart as he pushed in and began moving at a fast pace. I moaned loudly but was muffled with the Kyle’s dick in my mouth.

Kyle let out more moans as he soon grabbed the back of my head and pushed down. When he pushed down I felt the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat, thankfully, I don’t have a gag reflex, so I moved my head more down, to deep throat him. Stan was gripping my hips tightly as he moved fast letting out small moans, he soon took on of his hands, spat in it, and started to furiously rub my clit. “what a good girl..taking us so well..and right after taking cartman and kenny too hm?” I let out a whine as I swirl my tongue around Kyle’s tip, a groan being let out as he soon pulled out of my mouth to come on my face. My eyes closed as I felt warm spurts of his load on my face.

“God you look fucking hot with my cum on you, baby, did you like that?” Kyle chuckles as he saw you open your eyes right after letting out a weak moan. Kyle holds you hand as he felt you squeeze his hand he looks over at stan, eyes closed, as he rubbed your clit and pound ur pussy. Stan soon comes as well inside of you, letting out a semi high pitched moan from him. He opened his eyes as he saw you shiver in delight from cumming as well.

“what a good girl you are..now let’s get you cleaned up..”

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silvrash-797 · 2 days

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Forging a New Dawn

A fic based on the Dawn pt 6 update and this post by @thepinklink!

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(Note: This is mildly canon-divergent. I know Jojo said that Four doesn’t hear individual conversations in his head. But his faces in this update were too good not to expound on!)

Four walked back to the inn, content with the morning's work. Blue had been ready to argue with the town's blacksmith about his “fires of Death Mountain" comment, but when Hyrule, Wind, and Warriors showed up, they’d helped him convince the man to let them use the forge.

Red was still giggling over Warriors' teamwork comment.

Now, with his brothers' help, Wild's new sword was finally ready. They’d told him how Wild had broken it the first time, and he took that into account during the reforging process. It had gone through quite the trial, just like its wielder, and it likely could still use some protective runes, but it was strong and sharp, and should withstand anything their wild hero could throw at it.

As long as no rocks are involved. Blue groused quietly.

Four flinched at the thought, making a mental note to remind the Champion of that fact.

Thanks Vio!

Good call.

He’d asked Hyrule to send Wild his way, so all there was left to do now was wait.

He rubbed carefully at Epona's nose, Red marveling at the velvet softness, until he caught quiet footsteps in the courtyard’s entrance, directly behind him.

Four turned quickly, each of the colors rejoicing when Wild stepped through the arch.

“I know why you wanted to see me,” Wild began as he approached, and the rejoicing stopped, as suddenly as if he’d run into a wall with his Pegasus boots.

Wait, how could he know?

I’m still not sure how Wars, Hyrule and Wind knew.

We did tell Wars we had something to fix. Maybe they watched us leave and followed us.

Guys shut UP he’s still talking!

“And I’m ashamed…” Wild continued.

Four's face went blank as the other three colors mentally shoved Red to the front.

What? Why me?

He said he was ashamed.

He’s displaying uncharacteristic emotion.

Yeah, that’s more your area of expertise, figure out what he’s talking about!

“…that you’re the one who had to initiate.” Wild finished his thought.

Wild paused; Blue, ever impatient, took over, raising Four's eyebrow as he continued to stare at the Champion. C'mon man, spit it out! Initiate what?! I just wanna show you your new sword!

Blue, calm down, he’ll tell us when he’s ready.

“Before anything, I need to formally apologize.” Wild placed his hand on his chest in a gesture of earnestness.

Wait guys, listen, he said apologize.

What does he have to apologize for?

Four thought back to the events of the last few days, until it finally clicked for Blue. His eyes widened involuntarily. Oh yeah! He pushed us! I almost forgot I was still angry about that!

OOOOOHHHHH!

Blue, move over before you say something you’ll regret.

Vio took over, folding Four's arms and adopting an unimpressed expression. “I’m listening,” he said out loud.

Wild nervously rubbed the back of his neck before he forged ahead. “Look, I’m sorry for shoving ya,” he said, gesturing at Four as he spoke. “Honestly, that warranted an all-out brawl.”

Yeah it did.

Hush, Blue, he’s still talking.

“Thanks for going easy on me,” Wild finished, although his expression was still wary.

Ha! He’s scared of us, Blue mentally crowed before he slipped in next to Vio to get his two rupees out. “Just don’t let it happen again."

“You knew he was in rough shape…” Wild looked tired, worn-down. “…we had no idea…last we saw he was down, but…” he took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. He closed his eyes and shook his head before continuing. “Sheesh…not like that…nothing would have prepared me for that.”

A flicker of empathy rushed through Four, Green taking primary position as he usually did when no particular emotion was running high. “It was a close call,” he agreed.

“I’m sorry too,” Four said, kicking a pebble he found by his boot. “Turns out you knew how to motivate him – well, really ALL of us.”

Wild's outstretched left hand surprised him. He followed the arm up to Wild's face. His expression was hard to interpret.

Friendly!

Trusting.

Reconciliatory.

What does that even mean, Vio? Forgiving.

Four snickered to himself before grasping Wild's hand and giving it a firm shake. “Teamwork is…a different sort of journey, isn’t it?”

Wild's expression turned incredulous and maybe a bit accusatory. “One you’re accustomed to?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

The colors remained silent for a moment, processing…whatever Wild meant by that.

Oh.

What, Vio?

He means us splitting.

Red and Blue shared Four's grin, resulting in something the rest of the Chain would consider peak gremlin energy. “Yes.”

Wild looked around…well, wildly…causing Four to burst into laughter as he asked, “I just want to know…That was magic, right? There isn’t three more of you hidden somewhere, right?” He looked desperate to understand. “Or has there been quadruplets this whole time?”

“No!” Four was quick to reassure his brother, placing his own hand on his chest. “I am one. No different than the rest of you.”

“Phew!” Wild exclaimed, scratching his face. “You’ll have to explain that one to us all.” He chuckled a bit. “Well, I’m thinking the sword name makes sense now.”

Ha! Perfect opening, thanks Champ! Blue took over, excited to finally share what they’d been working on. “Speaking of swords…” he turned to rummage through his pack. “This is the real reason I wanted to see you.”

He turned back to Wild, catching the tail end of Wild's dumbfounded expression as he held the newly forged sword forth.

Here you go, Champ.

Hope you like it!

We had fun working on this.

Please. No rocks.

Externally, Four stayed silent, enjoying his brother's wonder.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu four #lu wild #lu colors #SilvrAsh writes #Forging a New Dawn #this /technically/ will have a continuation #when i complete my wip for the LU Rebuild a House prompt #but for now it's complete

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waywardsalt · 1 year

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shut the fuck up i’m thinking about link and linebeck being foils to each other

#rubbing my autistic hands together thinking of ways to make them compliment and contrast each other beyond what is presented in canon #loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #link #linebeck #ok but. linebeck is like the best foil to link that i think exists in canon even more than ravio. unless i got them autism blinders on #if so lmk i'll still be thinking about link and linebeck being rlly good foils #okokok listen. a lot of their traits (most of links are implied but hear me out) contrast and can make up for the others #like yeah yeah linebeck's traits are typically portrayed as negative but they could have their uses if link's are taken to an extreme #like ive been thinkin abt linebeck w/ low empathy and link w/ high empathy and how that can work #link being much more willing to help others but linebeck being more capable of being more level-headed about it all #also their designs are like. kind of opposite to each other its great why not take it further huh its fun to think abt #im no character designer but like. link drawn with more circles and round shapes and soft angles vs #using more triangles and harsher angles and harder shapes for linebeck. do you see my vision here #like genuinely if you expand more on their traits and skillsets you've got a good duo that could compliment each other rlly well #this is absolutely delving into fanon but like. linebeck exists in ph a lot of the time to be used to show how cool n shit link is #the reverse doesnt really happen which sucks but it absolutely could #salty talks #im not good with the more technical parts of writing i'll admit so i may be a little off abt how character foils work #but i am thinking abt it here. as someone who writes and thinks about these two in tandem a lot

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sttoru · 1 month

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𝝑𝑒 synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.

tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. inspired by this ask.

“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.

satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”

you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.

“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.

the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.

when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.

“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.

satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.

it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.

“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”

your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.

you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.

“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.

you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.

“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.

somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”

nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #gojo fluff

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gojonanami · 2 months

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❝ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌) ❞

❝ WHAT HAPPENS YOU TAKE CARE OF NANAMI ALL YOUR LIFE -- AND HE DOES THE SAME FOR YOU ? ❞

✧ pairing: nanami kento x sorcerer!reader

✧ summary: throughout your years of jujutsu tech, you take care of kento, whether its a wound from a curse or a simple cut his finger -- and when he returns he finds you still ready to take care of him -- even after shibuya.

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fluff, hurt / comfort w/ a happy ending, domesticity, jjk canon compliant au (because nanami is alive) reader is the same age as nanami, set during through the events of star plasma vessel to end of jjk, nanami getting hurt and reader taking care of him, reader gets a cold and nanami takes care of her, jealous! nanami, kitchen counter sex, soft dom! nanami, oral (f), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, swearing

✧ wc: 7,657

✧ for my 2k celebration event: item 3 has been sold to two anons!

“Show me,” Nanami furrows his brow in reply, jaw set as he glares, but he knew no amount of staring would get you to let this go. You stood in the doorway of his dorm room — your room was clear across on the other side where the girls resided, so he wondered for a split second how you knew he returned when it had barely been an hour, but answered his own question without having to utter a word (Haibara).

“It’s not bad. It’ll heal by itself—“ and you’re shaking your head, and his lips purse, “it really isn’t worth speaking to Ieiri about — it’s not a wound, just a bruise—“

But still you stood, as immovable as ever — and he finally relented, unbuttoning his jacket, as he shrugged it off, unable to hide his wince as he revealed the large bruise that colored his skin in red, his skin peeling and angry, and surely would turn into a lovely mish-mash of purple and blue.

You brush past him into the dorm room, as you brought a first aid kit in, setting it on the bed, turning your head before tilting it as if to say, “well?”

He repents, as he always did with you — he knew a battle of wills with you was as unwinnable as a battle of jujutsu with Gojo — not to mention needlessly frustrating. He sat at the edge of his bed, eyes fixed to the floor, as you grabbed a washcloth from the kit, heading for his bathroom. He hears the sounds of water running, and the squeak of the faucet closing.

You return as you lift his arm slightly, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt to his shoulder.

Your touch is gentle — Nanami was always surprised at how gentle you always were. With the line of work you all did, it was easy to be rough, to find smooth edges corroded and jagged, but no, you remained as smooth and soft as you always were.

He flinches when you bring the wet washcloth to raw skin, and you’re careful even as you seemingly pick out pieces of gravel and dirt stuck in his flesh. And you frown at the sight of it, doing your best to clean every bit.

“So what happened?” you ask, and he gives a terse chuckle.

“Didn’t Haibara tell you?” And you shrug, “I know he told you we’re back,” and your lips curl ever so slightly as your eyes meet him, a small amount of mirth returning.

“Maybe I’m just a stalker,” and he can’t bite back the small smile on his lips, “Haibara told me you didn’t go to Ieiri, and that you got hurt protecting him on your mission,”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head, “Ieiri was busy dealing with Haibara, he got it worse than I did—“

“Even if your injury is less serious, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t look after yourself,” and he sighs, as his eyes slide to you, “you need to learn to care about yourself, Nanami,”

And he knew you were right on some level — he didn’t have a delusion of invincibility and he also didn’t have a strong enough desire to strive to be stronger, but — his fingers grasp at his sheets —that didn’t mean he wanted to see his friends die. “You don’t have to do this,” he says again, and you don’t meet his gaze when he looks over at you, your brow set in concentration, “it’s not important—“

“Nanami, you don’t ever seem to value yourself properly,” you finish cleaning his arm, before grabbing bandages and tape from the kit, “you are important — even if you don’t think you are,”

And he opens and shuts his mouth — before a smile pulls at his lips — you were far too kind, especially for a jujutsu sorcerer.

And then you add, “and if you don’t get your wounds tended to, I’m going to tell Gojo you want to take a sweets tour of Tokyo,”

…maybe he spoke too soon.

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“How did you manage to hurt yourself so badly during training?” You offer Nanami a makeshift ice pack, a small cloth wrapped up with ice from his freezer, and his lips pursed in disgust as his reply, “ah, Gojo,” the mattress shifted under his weight as he sat,

“That arrogant idiot,” Nanami grumbled, as he pressed the ice pack to the back of his head, “his excuse was that he didn’t know his own strength — he’s lucky that he had infinity or I would have—“

You chuckle, “You know he’s just messing with you, it’s just because you react,” and he scowls at his floor of his room, as if his carpet was the six eyes sorcerer itself, “he’s not so bad—“

He raises an eyebrow, his mouth parted in disbelief, “Are you defending him right now?” And you chuckle, as you lean back against the side of his bed, your head leaning back against the soft comforter that you had bought him and guaranteed would help him sleep better (it only guaranteed that you would be asleep underneath it half the time they spent in his dorm relaxing).

You wave him off, “Lower your blood pressure. I’m not defending him, I’m just saying, it can’t be easy being the strongest — all those eyes on you, the way people treat you, the—”

“The weight of your overinflated ego that you have to carry around—” and you roll your eyes, and the action bites at his last nerve, because he thought if anyone would have his back, it would be you — the next words spit like venom out of his mouth, “I thought you were better than those girls that moon over Gojo,”

And he regrets the words as they leave his lips, as you stare at him wordlessly — not with anger, but frustration — which hurts all the more, “If I was so in love with Gojo, then why am I with you instead of him?” He doesn’t have a reply as you rise to your feet and make your way out the door, the click of the door far too deafening, leaving him with a throbbing in his head — but not just from being hurt.

His fingers curled tighter around the ice pack. Because why—why did the thought of you liking Gojo make his chest ache—the idea of your care and time spent on someone else, not even Gojo, but anyone else, made his stomach churn at the idea.

He had told himself when he decided to become a sorcerer, he would do anything to avoid relationships — even friendships if he could do so. When you work a job like this, it can only end in disaster. but— his eyes slide to the closed door you had just left through.

Why did this feel so much worse?”

~~~

“You can’t stay here all night,” your voice cuts through the silence of the morgue — the only life left in the room. Because he too had died along with Haibara.

Or rather he should have.

He kept the towel over his eyes, unmoving from his chair, head resting back against the cold metal — as if it would protect him — from seeing Haibara sliced half over and over, last words dying on his lips said in pure chaos but somehow Nanami could still hear them ring in his ears— just as the sick crumple of his torso hitting the ground after being ripped from his body. The words leaving his lips as the last vestiges of life left his body, fingers twitching as his lips moved—

You got it from here.

The hopeful optimism from a person seconds before death did little to comfort him. Not when that person should have been the one who lived. He had the one thing that was so rare in his shit world of jujutsu — kindness—

The very thing that left half his body lying against a metal slab.

“I can’t leave until…” he trails off, he didn’t wish to leave until his body was inspected and then taken to be…disposed of. He knew it was for the best that his body is turned to ash, but it made it no easier to consider the person that he knew to be his best friend would be nothing but ash in a few hours time, “I won’t leave him alone,”

You nod, and the silence makes him wonder if you’re leaving, but instead he hears footsteps and the slight scraping of a metal chair against the floor. And he feels the slight brush of you beside him as you sit.

And you don’t say a thing. The only thing is that your fingers brush his tentatively and when he doesn’t pull away you intertwine them. And that’s enough—for now.

Until they take his body away.

A sorcerer glances at the two of you, “Do either of you have contact with next of kin? We need to notify—“

“I’ll handle it,” Nanami says, the towel pulled away from his gaze, hoping his dark bags and red tinged eyes aren’t noticeable to you, but he sees the purse of your lips and knows they are.

The sorcerer shifts, “Have you considered asking his family for—“

“That’s not an option,” Nanami cuts him off with a stare, and the sorcerer parts his mouth before shutting it again with a nod, “okay, please allow us to take his body,”

And they do, pulling the sheet down ever so slightly that Nanami sees a flash of his face — no hint of that smile he always unfailingly had on his lips — it too was gone, just like he was. And they carefully wheel his body away — assumedly to be burned. And the door swings shut behind them — leaving only him and you. Silence hangs over the room, the finality of the moment leaves nothing in its wake but regret.

And regret only felt hollow — just as his heart did.

You choose to break the silence, a shaky sigh leaving your throat, as you quickly scrub tears away from your face, clearing your throat, “Come on, let’s go—”

“You can go ahead, I’m going to stay here for a while,” and your eyes try to find his own, but he still stares at the spot where Haibara’s body had laid for hours. The essence of cursed energy was almost too easy to understand compared to the concept of death — a person can be living, breathing, and talking one day to be nothing but a husk the next. And now, he knew it would be a lifetime of feeling as if something is missing — as if something was wrong — and moments where it felt fine would be overcome by only guilt and anger.

What was the point of all of this? His fingers formed into fists, nails digging into his palms — were they nothing but pawns to be used in an unending game that forced sorcerers to not only to put their lives on the line, but their colleagues as well. A twisted game that only ended in a pile of corpses.

“Nanami, you can’t stay here all night—”

“I’m fine,” he rubs at his temples — and how long would it be until he’s staring at your body on that slab? Or maybe you’d be staring at his own—crying over his body just as he had done for Haibara, “you can go—”

“I’m not leaving you, and you shouldn’t stay here — you need sleep—”

“You don’t have to take care of me,” he snaps, his gaze meets yours, “I’m not injured, I didn’t even get hurt— ”

“Yes you did,” you say quietly, as you step closer to him, but his eyes refuse to meet your own.

“No—” and your hand finds his chest.

“This pain is worse than any physical pain you could put in — and I wouldn't leave you to deal with a bruise by yourself, so what makes you think I’d leave you now?” you say softly, and tears burn at his eyes, as your hands gently pull him into your arms, his head buried against your chest, “I’m not leaving you, Nanami,” you murmur quietly, as your fingers slowly run through his hair.

And you didn’t — he was the one who left you.

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You never get sick. That’s what you loved to brag about — especially yesterday when you got home from spending an entire two days in the rain soaking wet and ice cold without a hint of cold symptoms.

You supposed your bragging was a curse in and of itself because now you were buried under your comforter. You barely manage to text Shoko that you’re sick and you won’t be able to make it to class today. And now you had to wonder if it was worth the effort to get out of bed to take your medication or to simply sleep it off.

But your body made the choice for you as your eyes fluttered shut and you slipped into a fitful sleep, body burning from the inside out.

Consciousness faded in and out, as you felt something brush against your forehead, your eyes heavy as they open ever so slightly, a flash of blue and blond, before you fall back into sleep.

Your head aches, muscles heavy, and the smell of spices wafted through the apartment, “Are you finally awake?” a voice said, as your eyes flutter open, still burning at the corners as your head turns.

“Nanami?” You croak out, throat raw and dry, as if your flesh was raked across coals, “what are you—“

He turns his head from your kitchenette — a ladle in hand, before he sets it down, wiping his hand with a dishcloth. And he steps over to your bed, pulling the washcloth from your forehead, before placing a cold washcloth, “your fever went down a little,” he said, “but I brought cold medicine and I made some soup for you,”

“You didn’t—“

“Have to?” his lips quirked up, “I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to,”

“How did you know I was—“ and his eyes find yours, “Shoko,” and he nods, you relax back into your bed, “how long have you been here?”

He turns back around to finish cooking the soup for you, stirring, the metal of the ladle slightly clinking against the sides of the pot, his eyes flicker to your clock, “About an hour and half, hasn’t been too long,”

“Why are you taking care of me?” you mumble, glancing at his back, as he lifted the ladle to pour into a small bowl to taste the seasoning of the soup, “you don’t owe me anything—“

“I owe you a lot,” he cuts you off, the clatter of the bowl against the counter as he sets it down, the click of the stovetop as he shut it off, “but that’s not the reason I did it,” and your brow is furrowing under the washcloth, as he walks over to you, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Then why?”

And he raises an eyebrow, “Why do you think?” And his fingers brush your cheek, “you’re the only reason I’ve stayed here as long as I have, otherwise I would have left, a long time ago,” and you don’t know how it’s possible for your face to grow warmer but it does from his words and his touch that lingers against your cheek.

And he’s gone as quickly as he came, going over to the stove to take out a bowl of soup for you to drink, “can you stay after I finish eating? Until I fall asleep?” You ask, as he brings the bowl over, as you sit up slowly, head spinning as you do still.

“Of course,” and he does, staying by your side after you eat and take your medicine, hearing your quiet murmur, “thank you, Kento,”

And he realizes, as his lips curl into a smile, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, just how much he liked hearing his name on your lips.

~~~

“How did you manage to hurt yourself on our last mission together as students?” you sigh, the worry in your voice making his lips curl — as the two of you had just found yourselves in his dorm room, as you rifle through his bathroom to pull out the first aid kit you had given him (after you had learned he didn’t own one).

You return to him sitting on the edge of his bed, holding his hand up in such a way that he didn’t drip blood all over his sheets. Your fingers brush his own, and he’s still surprised at how soft your hands are. His hands had grown rough from the years of jujutsu, calloused from the grip of his fingers around his blade handle, but somehow, yours were always as soft as he remembered them.

Your fingers found his, warmth blooming as your brow wrinkled as you scruntized the cut on his hand, “Maybe we should ask Shoko to look at it—”

“There wasn’t any cursed energy that cut me — it was just—”

“Debris, I know,” and this seemingly did little to soothe your worries, had gotten when pushing you out of the way of the curse, “I had it handled — you shouldn’t have dove in—”

“It’s fine, it’s not that bad—” but your glare cuts off his sentence, as you begin to clean the wound.

You shake your head, “What am I going to do with you? Every time you go on a mission, I’m going to be worrying about what trouble you’re going to get yourself into,”

He’s silent, his eyes unable to meet yours — he can’t keep hiding this from you. He had made the decision months ago — and it was only a matter of time before someone else slipped up and told you (most likely Gojo).

“I’m leaving after graduation,” he says the words like ripping off the bandage, but it hurts him all the more when your fingers are still for a moment, your eyes finding his own, as you stare at him.

“You’re—” you cut off, and you don’t protest, you don’t argue — you only ask one question — “Why?”

And that one question was more difficult to answer than any other you could have asked, a sigh stuck in his throat, as he shook his head.

“I can’t do this anymore — I haven’t wanted to since—” he cuts off, mouth impossibly dry — it was easy to tell Yaga he wasn’t going to continue, even easier to take care of half a dozen grade 2 curses at once — but this was— “I can’t stand by and watch my colleagues die one by one beside me — I don’t want to live like this. I’m sorry—”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Kento,” his heart squeezes at the sound of your voice wrapped around his name — what you had taken to calling him recently — “as long it’s what you want. I know it’s been difficult—I was surprised you hadn’t left when—” and your voice falters, neither of you could bear to bring up his name, refusing to even utter it around the other — as if it would summon every horrible memory from that time—and your voice is soft, “I just want you to be happy,”

And there’s nothing more than he wanted to be the one to make you happy — nothing more than he wanted to ask you to be by his side, let him be the one to take care of you, and nothing more he wanted than to ask you to leave with him—

But that was the one thing he could never ask you to do.

Just as you would never ask him to stay for you.

“I want you to be happy too,” he murmurs, as you continue to clean his cut, before your fingers are moving to grab the bandages, slowly beginning to wrap them around his palm, “more than even myself,”

“What’s new?” he wrinkled his brow, and you chuckle, “I mean, you never put yourself first, and I’m glad you are now. You deserve to be happy, even if it’s not….here,” and you finish bandaging his hand, but his fingers curl around yours, “Ken—“

He squeezes your hand softly and his words are just as soft, “You would be the only one who could ever make me happy,” and he hears your breath catch, and it only makes him want to steal it from your lips with his own, “because I know that being by your side would be only thing that could satisfy me,”

Your fingers brush against his cheek, “Too bad I’m apparently in love with Gojo—“ you tease, all too pretty smile as you do, and his lips draw even closer, “Kento—“

“And if you’re so in love with Gojo, why are you here with me?” And he waits, waits for you to pull away, to stop him, to show any indication you didn’t want this—

But you close the gap instead, lips barely brushing his, so chaste, and yet it’s a spark to kindling — a fire neither of you should have lit. And yet, his lips find yours, insistent, his fingers cup your cheek, featherlight touch drawing a shiver down your body that he relishes in.

“Kento—“

“Why is it my name on your lips?” And he kisses you again and again, your noses brushing each other’s, he’s murmuring your name like a prayer, and if it was, he would worship at your altar each day, “Why it is that you’re kissing me?”

And your lips curl against his, as they find his again, “You kissed me first,” and he can taste the sweetness of the melon bread you had shared with him that morning, but something even sweeter that only be you, “so why did you do that?”

But you knew why — especially from the smile gracing your features, one that he wished he could have etched in the inside of his mind, “Isn’t it obvious?” and your lips part to answer, but he cuts you off with another brush of your lips, “I love you,”

And your eyes widen only slightly, but you’re kissing him again, arms curling around his neck, fingers sliding behind his neck — “Figured that out when you got jealous of Gojo, but I’m glad you admitted it,” and your forehead finds his, “and that I love you too,”

You loved him — you loved him — he had to tell himself again and again, but he still couldn’t fathom it. Was it a dream? You were always a dream to him — something he could nearly grasp with his fingers, but always remained just out of reach.

And now he held you in his hands and he never wanted to let go. But he had to — he knew he had to.

So he would — even if it would hurt — hurt that no bandage would fix.

He kissed you again, unless you were the one to place it.

“Why is it that I always find you like this?” Nanami’s eyes slowly met yours — he sat in Ieiri’s office, waiting to be seen, only find you there in the doorway instead, “it’s as if you’re asking to be patched up by me, Kento,”

How long had it been? And somehow he knows the answer before even thinking about it — it had been nearly a decade. A decade since the two of you had graduated — you moving to Kyoto to help run the campus there, while he had moved onto a regular college and then a corporate job — one that had nearly sucked his soul dry of any life he had to begin with. And it was only when he had received gratitude for the first time in a long time — that he remembered the reason he had stayed a jujutsu sorcerer after Haibara…

And now, here was the other.

He murmurs your name, nearly sounding foreign on his lips, “How did you—”

“I ran into your student, Nanamin,” and he furrows his brow at the nickname — Itadori’s little name for him after he had refused to be his sensei. Because he wasn’t one — Gojo may have taken up the mantle of teacher for his own personal ego trip — but he wasn’t ready to form relationships like that. And yet…his lips curl, there you were, “didn’t think you wanted to be a teacher,”

“I don’t, but how can I refuse that white haired idiot?” he half grumbled with a sigh, eyes still slowly grazing over you, “but I don’t want to talk about him right now,”

You draw a step closer, shutting the door behind you, a lilt in your voice as lovely as your grin, “Then what do you want to talk about?” and you stop right in front of him, as your fingers reach out, and he’s nearly leaning into your touch, but he’s wincing, as your fingers press against his bruised body, “because I want to talk about how you ended up in such rough shape,”

A sigh stuck in his throat, his next words nearly along with it, “It could have been much, much worse,” he murmurs, “if Itadori wasn’t there, I—” he breaks off, “that special grade — he could touch my soul and it had caught me in its domain—”

And your arms are pulling you into a tight hug, your fingers running through his hair, “But you’re here, you’re okay,” you murmur softly, your palm pressed against his chest, you can feel his heart pump under your fingers, “you made it,”

“But—”

“But nothing, Kento, you’ll make it back every time,” your fingers cup his cheek, pressing your forehead against his, “right?”

Your touch was the only thing that could truly make him feel whole again — as if every crack in his soul had been mended with gold, “how do you know?”

And your lips curl into a soft smile, your head tilting ever so slightly, “Because you love me, right?”

The chuckle on his lips is nearly enough to bite back his nerves as the words leave his lips, “I’ve loved you for years, sweetheart, that’s nothing new,”

You’re shaking your head, “And all these years, we always found our way back to the other, right?” your hand finds purchase on his shoulder now, the other against his cheek, “so we just have to keep doing that,”

“You make it sound so simple,” he murmurs, and your lips find his — and it makes him wonder how he had spent so much time without your touch, because right now it was the only thing keeping him whole — stealing the doubts from his head and the aches from his body — leaving only heat filling the empty gaps left behind.

“It is simple,” your hand interlaces with his, “if we let be.”

~~~

“I’m starting to think you hurt yourself on purpose around me more now that we’ve moved in together,” you examine the small cut on his finger, a nick from the knife that the ratio sorcerer had been using to slice his freshly baked loaf of bread. Scarlet slipped from the small cut, and his soft murmur of ‘ouch’ unfortunately had not gone unheard by you. He swore you must have selective hearing — you wouldn’t listen when he told you to go to bed, but you’d hear him hiss in pain under his breath even when half asleep on

“It’s not too deep, I think just a bandage should be fine,“ Your brow knit together as you purse your lips, and he bit back his smile, knowing it would only serve for him to get scolded for not being more careful.

“It’s nothing, love, I can take care of it—“ and his breath catches when your lips find their way around his finger, sucking slightly to ease the bleeding, your tongue flicking over the cut, “sweetheart—“ he swears under his breath, a distinct flush burning at the crown of his cheeks, “what—“

“They say saliva can help a cut heal faster,” you smile, before pulling a bandage out of the first aid kit you had pulled out, and your lips press a sweet kiss to his cut again, a smirk as you meet his gaze, “Ken—”

And he’s kissing you, your body tenses a moment only to melt into his touch, your arms wrapping around his neck — he can taste his blood on your lips, raking your fingers through his hair. He can only think about getting closer, closer, closer — he needs you. His hands slide down your back, until they find your hips, squeezing, as he presses himself to you.

“Baby,” you murmur breathlessly, as your lips part his, a gasp that turns to a soft moan when his lips press heated kisses down your jaw. His nose brushes against the soft skin of your neck, as he presses you against the counter of his apartment, his hands slide down, large palms grasping your ass, “I need—”

“What do you need?” his fingers sneaking up and down the sides of your body. His teeth graze your pulse, your head falls back, exposing more of your neck to him, as his tongue soothes the mark he left behind, “because you know I’ll give you anything you ask for, sweetheart,”

And his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he lifts you onto the counter, calloused palms pressing your legs apart — but he barely has to, your thighs already spreading for him. And he finds your shorts nearly soaked through — your drenched cunt visible even through the two layers of fabric stuck together from your arousal.

But you don’t need to ask for him to know what you want — it’s second nature, it’s instinct for his fingers to dip inside the waistband of your shorts and underwear alike, tugging them both down, until you were kicking them off.

“Is all this for me?” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your inner thigh, as two fingers graze down your slit, gathering your pre on his fingertips, before he meets your gaze only to lick his fingers clean, “I was never one for sweets — except when it came to you. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,”

Your head lolls back, as his thick fingers circle your clit with practiced ease, pulling back only to drag his tongue up the length of your needy cunt. And your eyes find his again, heady gaze heavy with need and his pretty lips and chin already glossy with your juices.

“Kento—fuck,” your fingers thread through his blonde locks. First, one finger sinks in and then another —

his nose bumping against your clit as his tongue stretches your walls in tandem with your fingers, grinding against his face, “s’good, I can’t—“

But he’s relentless, the wet squelch of your messy walls and your choked out moans ring in his ears and are nearly enough to make him cum right in his pants — already far too tight, blood rushing downwards far too quick.

Another

“Such a good girl,” Kento murmurs, and you are, so perfect — “just let me take care of you,”

“Kento, please, more, need—“ and his lips find your clit, tongue flicking against the hardened bud, before sucking long and hard, while a third finger joins the other two. Your back arches, the coil in your stomach grows tighter and hotter — your slick dripping from your messy hole onto the counter.

His fingers squeeze at your flesh, and he could live between your legs forever — it could be his meal morning, noon, and night — he could spend hours lapping at you until you fell apart over and over. His fingers stretch you out far too deliciously, and your walls are giving that telltale flutter.

“Kento—g’nna cum—I—“ and his fingers are fucking you harder and his lips close around your clit, sucking hard, until you’re moaning his name, muscles growing tight as you fall apart. You’re a mess, your fingers trying to press his head impossibly closer as you grind against him, riding out your orgasm, as your juices gush over his face — and he’s lapping up every drop, as you fall limp against the counter, his arm slipping around your back to support you.

Your eyes flutter open to watch him pulling away with a pop, strings spit and cum connecting you to your cunt. His gaze drags over you, watching your juices drip against the counter, as he murmurs quiet praises, licking his lips clean of your release.

And your fingers find his cheeks, pulling him into a deep kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips, the filthiness of it all enough for his cock to grow even harder against your thigh. And it’s a matter of moments, before your fingers are tugging at his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his erection, his pretty cock all but ready for you — lovely ruddy head dripping with pearly white beads of precum.

“Look at what you do to me, love,” he murmurs, as your eyes meet his, gaze blown out in lust.

“Kento, please,” and his lips curl, his fingers raking through your hair, as he pulls you even closer, his erection bumping against your sopping pussy, “I want—“

He drags his cock over your slit, watching his pre mix with your release, the two of you groaning when his tip catches on your clit, “what do you want sweetheart? Tell me, tell me what you need,” his arms are hooked around your knees, pressing them to your chest.

You keen when his tip teases your sopping hole, “I need you to fuck me—“ and you’re whining as his cock pressed into you, splitting you open on his length — and god you could never get used to how big he was — you could feel very pretty vein and delicious curve—

Fuck, he could bust just looking down at you, at the way your lips parted for him as he had sunk into you, the way he could see how your pussy stretched around his dick — like you were made for him. Pleasure ripped up his spine at the sight — his fingernails digging crescents into your hips.

And he knew that he was certainly made for you.

“S’good, s’full — please,” you’re nearly mewling, begging for him to move, “Kento—“ and he obliges, unable to hold back any longer, as he begins to slowly rock his hips against you, each stroke getting longer and deeper. His balls slap against your hips, as he picks up the pace — your walls squeezing around him.

“Fuck, sweetheart, didn’t think you could get any tighter,” he grunts, his cock stuffed inside your walls, and he’s gritting his teeth, your soft moans and the noises of your pretty pussy becoming too much for him. White ring of release formed around his base — his balls growing tight as he inches closer and closer to blow his load, “you always can f’me, can’t you?”

And he gives a particularly hard thrust, right as his lips find yours in a messy, sloppy kiss — all tongue and teeth, your head falls back when his tip finds your g-spot again and again. You squirt all over his length, soaking him and the counter with your release, as he fucks you through your orgasm, again and again. Your toes curl when he finally comes, his release painting your walls with his thick, hot release — fucking it deeper and deeper, and he’s notching himself inside.

You’re slumping against him, your eyes shut, as he pulls you closer into his arms, pressing sweet kisses all over your face until he finds your lips again.

“I love you,” you mumble, eyes fluttering open as he cups your chin, a soft smile on his lips.

“I love you more,” and he’s slowly lifting you, carrying you over to your shared bed, and you’re burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“But what about your cut?” You mumble, and a chuckle on his lips, as he presses a kiss to your forehead, as he sets you down on the bed, grabbing a damp washcloth to clean you up.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ve done plenty,” he murmurs, as he finishes cleaning you up, only to slip into bed beside you — “let me take care of you.”

~~~

It was over.

That’s what Nanami had thought when Mahito had stopped him in his tracks, his hand pressed against his chest, but more importantly, against his soul.

“I didn’t know you were here,” Nanami said, his eyes unable to tear away from the curse’s.

He could barely feel anything anymore — the stinging had dulled somewhere between his trek down the winding tunnels of Shibuya station. Instead, he could only hear the echo of his footsteps, as he had forced himself to take one step forward over and over and over — and that’s when he had seen them.

The congregation of curses or mutated humans — he didn’t know which they were, but did it really matter at this point? It didn’t. He dispatched them all the same — all while his thoughts were only filled of you — you, you, you and you.

And a beach in Malaysia.

“Yeah, Kuantan would have been nice,” and it would have been — it was only a few months away. The vacation the two of you had meticulously planned out. The days spent out walking the beach, lounging by the water with the books neither of you had never read, and nights falling asleep by each other’s side to the metronome of the waves crashing.

And now, he had found himself, staring death in the face — an echo of his near death from only a few months ago. How had it come to this already? He had always felt he was running out of time — constantly watching the clock, trying to run it out for his retirement, only for it to run out before he could make it to those sandy shores he had dreamed of.

“Yup. The whole time,” Mahito replies, lips in an easy smile, “Wanna chat? We go way back, after all,”

Nanami’s eyes fall to the floor, the dirtied and bloodied tiles underneath his feet — he didn’t feel like spilling his guts to a curse.

Haibara, what the hell was I trying to do? He asks in his mind, not even daring to say the words aloud, I ran. Even though I ran away, I came back with the vague reason of finding the work worthwhile.

And then he sees Haibara, appearing in front of him, patented smile on his lips, as he points south — points right at—

“Itadori,” Mahito says.

“Nanamin!” his eyes wide as he takes in his state — horror painted on his face, already so helpless — what else had he seen and now he had to see this too? He shouldn’t have had to see this. He should have been a normal kid — worrying about normal things — not fighting monsters in some damned subway tunnel.

But what could he do about what now? What could he do but stop?

Could he finally stop?

No, Haibara. That’s not right. I can’t say that to him. It’ll just end up becoming a curse for him.

But it’s a curse every jujutsu sorcerer had to bear — made to bear until there were either no curses or no sorcerers left.

But he couldn’t regret it now.

“Itadori,” his lips curl, smiling for the last time, “you’ve got it from—“

And then there’s a crash — screaming, the sound of blood splattering. It takes him a minute to realize it wasn’t him.

It was you.

You had crashed between the two of them, sending the curse flying with your cursed energy, the impact drawing blood from you and Mahito alike. Your arm was around his body — and Nanami is whispering your name.

“I told you, Kento, we’re always going to come home — even if I have to drag you there,” you say, your eyes still flickering between Itadori and Mahito, “Itadori, tske Nanami—“

“No, this is my fight,” he shakes his head, his fingers clenched into fists, “I almost let Nanamin die — I have to do this—“

“Yuji—“ you say, but he’s already barreling towards Mahito, and you’re whispering fuck, as you take Nanami in the opposite direction.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” and his eyes are barely able to stay open, as you help carry his weight alone the deserted subway, “I’m sorry—“

“Why are you sorry—“ but he’s barely awake along enough to hear your question, until it’s all black.

It takes him several months to recover. Cursed energy healing could only do so much, especially since Ieiri was spread thin enough with everything between Shibuya, the Culling Games, and everything else that came after.

Most of the brunt of his care had fallen on you — you changed his bandages, tended to his wounds, dealt with any signs of infection with help from Ieiri, and handled everything else around the house.

“Why do you do all of this for me?” He asks quietly, one day while he sits, your back turned while you washed the dishes from lunch — the clinking of plates and the sound of water running that squeaks shut when he asks.

You turn, lips in a frown, “what do you mean, Kento?”

His fingernails dig into his knee, biting back a sigh, as you walk over after wiping your hands off, “it’s been months of you just…taking care of me. I don’t get it — I didn’t understand when we were students when you insisted on caring for me, and now…” he swallows, his throat still impossibly dry—even after all treatment, nothing still tasted the same, “I’ve just become a burden—“

You cup his cheeks, “Kento, you are never a burden to me—“

“But—“

“But nothing — wouldn’t you do the same for me if I was in your position?” But he’s shaking his head.

“It’s not—“

“Kento, do you remember our first mission together?” he blinks, his brow furrowing, but you only smooth it with your fingers, “it was my first mission — I had barely gotten the hang of using cursed energy — I hadn’t even exorcised a curse before, but as always, jujutsu society had left children to bear the burden of survival amongst themselves,” and your fingers find his, “but you never left me alone. I froze in front of the curse. I didn’t know what to do with myself — even while you dealt with two others on your own — you still managed to save me, even though you managed to hurt yourself in the process,” your voice was soft, your hand finding his, lacing your fingers with his, squeezing his hand — but he’s not sure whether it’s to remind him you’re here or to remind yourself that he’s still here, “and you don’t remember it do you?” his lips purse, as his eyes can’t find yours, gaze cast downwards, but he hears you give a soft chuckle.

“I look at you and I see all the ways a soul can bruise — because you’ve taken hits that weren’t yours to take — you’ve taken challenges that shouldn’t have been yours to bear,” your fingers skim over his cheeks, “even in what you thought were your last moments,” your voice breaks, swallowing back tears, “your thoughts were of others — of helping your students, of Itadori, of me—” you shake your head, “and you think I’m doing too much for you? I think you deserve so much more than me—“

“All I need is you,” his voice is breaking, swallowing thickly, “that’s all I ever wanted,”

“Then just stay here with me — that would be enough for me,” you lean close and press your lips to his — and even still, the taste of your kiss was never any less sweet, “all I want is to come home to you, you think you can handle that?”

His lips find yours again, as they always would, “I’ll show you.”

~~~

“It doesn’t hurt that bad,” and Nanami chuckles, his hands hooked around your knees and thighs, as your arms wrapped around his neck, your head resting on one of his shoulders, “Kentoooo, you don’t have to—“

“I want to, and I’m not going to risk it getting any worse by letting you walk on the sand — the sunset was painting the water in hues of gold, pinks, and purples — and the beauty of this beach was only made better by your presence, “just let me do this for you, love,” and you sigh, relenting, as you bury your face in the side of his neck.

“My husband is so doting, just a small cut on sea glass makes you this crazy?” and he shivers slightly, but it’s not from the slight sea breeze tickling his nose, but from your nose brushing against your neck, “are we headed back already?”

“How else will we treat your foot?” your hands slide over his bare skin — the skin still scarred as it always would be, an eye tucked away under an eyepatch — unable to be saved — but your husband was saved all the same, “unless Ieiri taught you how to used reversed cursed technique before our vacation,”

“It’s really not that bad—”

“Is this your first time being a patient?” and you pout, as he chuckles, vibration of his sweet laugh against your chest as you press yourself impossibly closer, especially when you see the looks of others as the two of you walk by.

“It’s embarrassing to be carried like this,” you murmur, “come on baby, I can walk the rest of the way,” but he only hums, casting a small glance over his shoulder.

“I like carrying you like this,” his lips curled in a smirk, “everyone knows you’re mine this way,” and your cheeks burn, and you kiss his cheek, pouting as you do, “we’ll be back on the beach soon enough — we have all the time in the world sweetheart,”

And you did — you bury your face in the side of his neck again — with him—

Always.

✧ a/n: this has been a long time coming!! i feel like with every one of these fics i'm never happy with them, but then they end up being better than i remember. apparently i just don't like my writing very much haha. i hope you guys enjoy <3 it's been so long since i wrote nanamin, so i hope it came out good <3

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