#like. my heart breaks a bit each time because hes so caught up in the human.. like wow đ
LUCIFER MAGNE - H.H.
Prompt: Lucifer continuing to wear his wedding ring despite being in a relationship with you.
Genre: Angst and hurt; somewhat fluffy (but only for a brief while).
Warnings: Swearing. Unhealthy relationship/coping mechanisms (?).
Word count: 2.2k+
Lucifer had been courting you for a couple of months already, the King of Hell finally deciding it was time to make the two of you official. The tension was so incredibly thick, that even the hotelâs patrons were growing sick of having to watch the two of you dance aimlessly around each other. Charlie included.Â
The past couple of months were more than delightful â Lucifer treated you like a Queen, taking you out almost every other night, having nice candle-lit dinners, and dancing the night away. And if you werenât really feeling the glamour, the both of you would stay cuddled up against one another whilst watching some cliche rom-com. It was like a dream. It was perfectâŚwell, almost.Â
The very source of your concerns was the golden band that remained in Luciferâs ring-finger.Â
You knew about the heart-break and torment that Lucifer underwent following his separation with Lilith. Understandably, having been together for many decades and centuries, the King had a difficult time trying to move on. Even in the earlier stages of your relationship, when he had been comfortable confiding in you, it was evident that he still deeply cared for Lilith, despite her absence.Â
You tried to be understanding â you really, really did. But every time you held his hand, the cold metal feeling against your fingers set a painful reminder that maybe he still hasnât moved on completely.Â
It filled you to the brim with self-doubt. Perhaps he was just keeping you around just to fill in the void she had left. And if that were the case, were you even doing a good enough job in that? Hypothetically, if Lilith were to waltz in front of the hotelâs doors one day, was he going to throw you off to the side and run away with her? What if heâd grow bored of you all of a sudden?
Questions such as these would linger at the back of your head constantly, and as they did, you would cast a longing gaze in his direction. When he catches your eye, he would automatically send a smile your way, pearly-whites in full display. It would make you smile without fail, because how could it not? You loved that dashing smile of his. But everyday, you wondered if you could continue to maintain that smile in your life.Â
One night in particular, during dinner at one of Hellâs finest establishments, Lucifer noticed that something was off. Your smile hasnât been reaching your eyes, and you seemed like you were anywhere but here. Your eyes had a distant look to them and whenever heâd ask if something was wrong, you would become dismissive. It concerned him a lot.Â
âDarling, are you alright?â Lucifer carefully asked once you both made it to the front porch of the hotel. âWas it the food? Was it not to your liking? Because the chicken was a bit off to be honest, it couldâve been a bit more seasonedââÂ
âLuci,â you intervened and grabbed his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. âThe food was great, really. Itâs justâŚâ As your voice trailed off, you were quick to feel that damn ring around his finger. Because, of course you did, and it didnât help your mood at all. You force out a huff and pull away, causing the demonâs frown to deepen, âIâm feeling a little under the weather tonight â probably just lacking a bit of sleep.âÂ
Lucifer scanned your face all over, his brows furrowed in worry. âWellâŚI guess you have been working harder for the hotel recently.â There had been some truth in that â after all, there had been an influx of sinners in the hotel since the cancellation of this yearâs extermination. But he didnât seem to stop there, not fully convinced by your reasoning, â...But are you sure thatâs all, my dear?âÂ
You looked at him, surprised, as if suddenly caught red-handed. He was quick to pick up on that too, confirming his suspicions and making him all the more nervous.
 âWhat are you trying to say?â You ask.Â
âWell, i-itâs just that I noticed that youâve been acting a bit off recently,â he splutters. âAnd not only tonight. Youâve become a bit moreâŚI donât know, distant with me. And it worries me, yâknow? I justâŚI really, really care about you. A lot.â He almost looks defeated as he rubs anxiously at his nape, âAnd if Iâm being honest, it scares the absolute shit out of me that what Iâm doing now isn't right."
Your brows crease in confusion, â...What are you talking about?âÂ
Lucifer closed his eyes, dragging a palm against his face as an exaggerated groan leaves his lips. âLook, Iâm not exactly experienced with allâŚall this â the one woman Iâve ever been in a committed relationship with left me. Just like that!â He lets out a humourless snort. âA-And I donât know what I did to make her leave and I for sure donât want to make that same mistake again. IâŚI want to be assured that Iâm making you happy.âÂ
Lucifer looks up at you, eyes filled with warmth, as he places a gentle hand against your cheek. He breaks the distance between you to press his forehead against yours. You automatically lean against him out of habit. âI donât want to lose you. And if Iâm doing something wrong, tell me. Please, donât shut me out.â He pleads, his voice almost falling into a whisper. The unexpected confession left you speechless, your chest feeling all the more tight. It was making you feel worse than you already did.Â
You let out a shaky sigh, trying to keep the pending tears at bay. âLuci, Iâm sorry. I didnât knowâŚI-I didnât mean to make you feel that way. Trust me when I say that youâve been nothing more than a gentleman, and every moment weâve spent together has been magical. I appreciate you so, so much, and I could never, ever ask for anything more.âÂ
You shut your eyes tight, shame filling your very core. âIâm just being a little sillyââ
âNo, no. Donât say that, darling. Please tell me whatâs going on. Itâs okay,â Lucifer encourages softly, his thumb rubbing reassuringly against your cheek.Â
You grab his wrist and gently pull your face away from him. With the hand on his arm, you slide it down to grab at his own, bringing it up into view and in-between the both of you. Almost instantaneously, both your eyes lie on the golden band on his finger â to Lucifer, it suddenly clicks. But he couldnât help but feel an internal conflict brew within him.Â
âI-I know how much that ring and Lilith means to you. I really do and I feel awful having to feel this way, but I justâŚI canât help it,â you mutter, finally allowing the first couple of tears to fall, âI-I often find myself counting the days and hours when youâll suddenly realise that I will never be good enough for you. It feels like Iâm constantly having to compete with herâheck, what am I even saying? I know Iâll never be able to compete â because, I mean, come on. I'm a nobody!â You chuckle tearfully whilst gesturing to yourself with a free hand.
âAnd I donât think Iâll ever understand how youâd ever settle for someone like me. Iâm not nearly as important, nor am I the best-looking demon out there. Iâm just me.â
âBut Lucifer, whenever Iâm with you, Iâm the happiest Iâve ever been. I smile more. Laugh more. I even enjoy the little things more. And I donât want that to go away. And Iâm just hopingâ Satan, Iâm fucking hoping that itâs the same for you. And if it is, then how long is that going to last with me?âÂ
Completely shocked, Lucifer watched in silence as his love sobbed their heart out in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to go and wrap you in his warm embrace, and whisper reassurances and hush down your cries. Because, you were right â you did make him happy. So unbelievably happy. You had been the light that casted away the shadows in his darkest times. And yet, why? Why did he remain where he stood, unmoving as tears pathetically poured from his eyes? Why wasnât he saying anything?
There was a brief, stagnant moment of contemplation where the both of you just stood there. It was the realisation that Lucifer didnât make any effort to formulate some form of response, that disappointed you even further. It only made the doubtful voice in your head louder.Â
It was you who ultimately decided to make the first move, wiping tiredly at your reddened face as you glanced at the hotelâs door. âIâll be heading off first. Iâll be in the guest room tonight â itâs been a long day,â you raspily say, hiccuping as you pushed through the doors and disappeared into the hotel, leaving Lucifer alone outside.Â
As you entered the hotel, you immediately noticed Huskâs presence by the bar, who had been polishing some glasses by the counter. In front of him was Angel, who was making some sweet, small talk with him. They were both alerted by your entrance as the doors flew open, and as Angel was about to greet you in his usual playful fashion, his voice fell flat when he saw the depressed state you were in.Â
âWoah, there. What the hell happened to you? You look like shit,â Angel asked, standing to meet you half-way, âI thought you and Short-King were out on a date. Did something happen?âÂ
âWe were but we had a fight or something,â you tiredly shrugged as you walked past the arachnid and plopped yourself down on one of the bar stools. You swirled yourself on the seat to face Husk. âGive me the strongest shit you have. And make it double,â you waved absently at the feline-demon, who raised an incredulous brow at your bluntness. âDamn, it must be that serious considering you donât even drink,â he grumbles as he turns to start brewing a glass of something, â...do you wanna talk about it?"
You contemplated his offer for a second and realised that you did. For the next five or so minutes, you ended up recounting everything that happened earlier tonight, all the while shedding even more tears. Angel was kind enough to supply you with a mountain of tissues to cry into.
âWell, it sounds to me that your manâs got a whole lot of thinking to do,â Husk clicks his tongue. âBut what youâre feeling is completely valid.â âYeah, who the fuck wears their olâ wedding ring while dating someone else? What an asshole,â Angel hisses.Â
âS-So you guys think thereâs a possibility that he might consider ending things with me?â You question dejectedly. Husk and Angel share a look of uncertainty, suddenly feeling the need to be careful of their words. Because they genuinely werenât sure.
âIâLook, thatâs not something we should be focusing on at the momentâ I mean, of course, letâs hope that thatâs not where this is going. I just think he needs some space to think things through properly,â Husk says.Â
âAnd I know I was talking a whole lot of shit before but letâs take the benefit of the doubt and look at things from his point of view. He was in that boat for more than a couple thousand years. And shit, thatâs a lot of fucking years.â Angel points out. âIt might take him a while longer to adjust to that, yâknow?â Angel places a hand on your shoulder, grinning at you reassuringly, âBut thereâs one thing for sure that myself and everyone else knows: the guy loves yah, toots. Anyone with eyes can see it, and you guys are really fucking disgusting about it tooâow!âÂ
Angel suddenly lunges forward against the counter as one of Huskâs wings swipes down to slap the back of his head. ââThe fuck was that for?! Itâs true, ainât it?!â Husk rolled his eyes at his dramatics, before turning back to you. âHeâs right, though. JustâŚjust give him a bit more time. Iâm sure in the end, the both of you will be fine.âÂ
Meanwhile, Lucifer decided to head back to his own castle, wanting to be alone to sort through his cluttered thoughts. He was beyond upset with himself for making you cry like that, because it was the last thing he wanted. But he was more upset at the fact that he didnât know how to navigate through his emotions, despising that he found himself second guessing his feelings.Â
As you explicitly implied, was he really still unconsciously longing for Lilith? Was that why he kept wearing his ring? Why was he still wearing it? Was it just for his own comfort? But why would he need it anyways? You were there, werenât you? All he had said to you tonight, he was contradicting himself, wasnât he? Perhaps heâs scared. Maybe he isnât ready yet. But, why would he be with you if he didnât think so? What exactly were you to him? And what exactly was Lilith to him now?
Lucifer was a complete mess, and that night he couldnât find a single blink of sleep as these thoughts plagued him. And neither could you, as you scrutinised every aspect of your relationship, thinking of what this could mean for the both of you, moving forward.
YeahâŚperhaps you both needed some time.Â
Chapter II [x]
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You need Buckyâs cuddles
Bucky x civilian reader
Some angst with all the fluff
You needed cuddles. It was one of those days. Nothing was particularly wrong, you just needed to be held. Specifically by a certain super soldier. Bucky had been away on missions for the past 2 months, only staying home for a few days in between to recover before he was sent off again, leaving you alone in the large compound. Tony had been more than welcoming, happy to let you live with Bucky where you'd be safest.
You'd waited all day for him to get home so you could jump into his arms and snuggle up against his chest, desperate for his warmth. The low rumble of the jet had you running off to the hangar, your feet moving faster than you could comprehend as soon as the doors opened.
"Hi sweetheart" Bucky's voice was muffled as he kissed the top of your head, catching you with ease, chuckling at the way you practically crawled up him, your legs wrapping around his waist. "My pretty girl"
"Missed you" You kept your face tucked against his neck, breathing in his scent, sighing in relief at the fact that he had no injures. You wanted nothing more than to drag Bucky up to your shared bedroom and slip under the covers for some desperate cuddle time, but instead you found yourself being set back down on your feet.
"Missed you too sweets butI gotta finish up some stuff with Steve and I'll see you soon okay?"
Your reunion was short lived as he jogged off behind the captain, both men disappearing around the corner seconds later, leaving you alone again. Your heart sunk as you made your way back inside, shaking off the uneasiness you felt.
Cuddles. You just wanted some cuddles.
But his job was to save lives, keep the world safe and you were just a civilian. Nothing you did compared the the danger he put himself through on a daily basis, you had no right to burden him by being clingy and annoying, no matter how much you missed him.
You decided to busy yourself by making a snack for the both of you, placing his share on a plate for when his was finished while you ate at the kitchen island. You didn't want to bother Bucky by being overly clingy, glancing at the clock every so often, hoping he'd come down soon. You made your way up to see if Bucky wanted to eat anything, stopping when the sound of booming laughter coming from the conference room caught you off guard.
"Bucky?" You stopped by the conference room where the Sharon, Sam, Steve and Bucky sat, papers scattered across the table though it didn't seem like they were particularly busy, all washed and changed into comfy clothes.
"Hey doll, be done in a bit" Bucky smiled while the others greeted you, going back to looking over their mission report.
"Just wondered if you were hungry" You placed a sandwich and some cookies in front of him, hoping he'd take a break and hang out with you for a bit but instead he thanked you with a kiss to your hand.
You left the group to their task, putting on a movie n your bedroom to pass the time, still glancing over at the clock as minutes had turned into an hour.
Then two.
You found yourself holding onto his pillow, your throat oddly tight as if you were fighting against your body's attempt to release all your pent up emotions.
You needed your boyfriend.
You weren't sure why. You missed him so much and the gnawing anxiety you had been feeling all day kept growing with each second he wasn't there to make you feel better.
You felt awful because you had no reason to feel this way yet it only seemed to get worse. Around dinner time, you didn't bother going down, dragging yourself out of bed to change into your pjs and trudging down the hall in hopes that the team would be wrapping up.
It wasn't uncommon for post mission meetings to take a full today but surely they could excuse Bucky from this one at least for a little while. The scent of take out carried down the hall making you stomach rumble sending your emotions tumbling down further. You hesitantly stepped into the room where they were still gathered.
"Will you come to bed soon?" You asked hopefully, shuffling on your feet while Bucky set down the papers he was skimming over. Steve and Sam looked over at you with apologetic smiles while Sharon walked over with a tray of coffee cups.
"I'm a little busy y/n, I'll come up soon, alright?" Bucky glanced over his shoulder to where you stood with your soft pjs and fluffy slippers, not catching the way your face fell as he grabbed a mug and hummed, "we still have to go over a bit more of today's footage, give me about an hour"
"You'll come in an hour?" Your bottom lip jutted out slightly, unable to control the tiny pout that made its way to your face.
"Promise love, an hour and not a minute longer, wait up for me okay?"
"Alright" You kissed his cheek before bidding the rest of them good night, ignoring the way your chest felt tight, not having the guts to tell your boyfriend that you needed him right then and there. You curled up under the sheets, tossing and turning, the bed feeling entirely too empty when you knew he was home, the faint light of the clock staring at you in the face.
You waited and waited, the lonely feeling settling deeper in the pit of your stomach as one hour turned into two. You could hear the sound of laugher from the conference room again as more time passed.
He wasn't coming.
****
Bucky hadn't noticed the time as he chuckled over a video of Sam falling out of the air, snorting each time Sharon replayed it. As soon as the mission was over, he wanted nothing more than to spend the day with you but he figured it would be best to get the mission reports out of the way first. Nothing made him happier than being home, especially when the first thing he saw was your happy face.
He munched on a fortuned cookie, scribbling down his signature on the last few sheets of paper, getting up and stretching before glancing over at the clock, his eyes growing wide when he saw the time.
Shit.
****
Hot tears started to trickles across the side of your face and onto the pillow, no longer contained by your rapid blinking. You froze at the sound of the door creaking open, the faint light from the hall pouring into the room making you bury yourself into the sheets further.
"Doll?" Bucky quietly shut the door behind him, his heart sinking at the sight of the little ball wrapped up under a heap of blankets, the sound of your muffled sniffles breaking his heart further.
"Oh angel" He strode over, slipping under the covers to wrap his arm around you, your tear stained face stayed pressed against the pillow, your arms wrapped around yourself with how badly you wanted to be held. "What's wrong love"
"M-missed you. Just wanted cuddles" Your voice came out a strained whimper, melting into a sob when he pulled you into his chest, stroking up and down your back. "Missed you so much"
"M'sorry love, I'm so so sorry" Bucky cooed, feeling more guilty and awful than ever for neglecting you and not paying attention to the time, squeezing you to his body as if you'd disappear if he let go. "M'here babygirl"
"I didn't want to bother you" You hiccupped while Bucky hushed you, shaking his head, blinking back is own tears as he kissed your dampened cheeks, before cradling your head to his chest again, the steady beat of his heart calming you down.
"Never, you'd never bother me angel, you're my priority, you always come first" Bucky's voice grew shaky, the realization of how much he missed you as well hitting him all at once, feeling the soft warmth of your body against his, the scent of your shampoo, the feeling of being home. "You deserve all the cuddles my sweet little bunny, all the cuddles in the world"
You whimpered while Bucky slipped his hoodie off, letting you rest against his bare skin, holding you securely. He frowned at the sound of your tummy rumbling, pulling away making you whine, his fingers tilting your chin to meet his eyes.
"Did you eat dinner baby?"
"I was waiting for you" You whispered while Bucky internally smacked himself, he had half a mind of letting Steve use him for training instead of their industrial punching bag. The blonde would certain be on board if he found out.
"Come here my love, let me make you dinner" Bucky scooped you up in his arms, carrying you down to the kitchen where he set you onto the counters before quickly putting together his ma's pasta recipe, one of the few meals you'd live off of. He plated a bowl and taking you right back upstairs where he fed you while keeping you tucked in his lap, kissing you between giving you bites.
"Promise you'll drag me out by the ear next time baby, I'd drop everything in a heart beat for you" Bucky cupped your face in his hands after you'd finished eating, still feeling immensely guilty, especially when you asked for so little. " Especially when you want cuddles?"
"You'll cuddle me any time?" you asked curiously while he chuckled, pulling the sheets to cover you both, once again hugging you close to his body, this time the both of you shirtless, bare skin pressed against each other.
"Any time love. Could be in the middle of a mission, I'll find us an secret place to snuggle"
"Any time?"
He turned off the alarm that was already set to wake him up for training, kissing your forehead before closing his eyes.
"Any time"
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Hiiiiiiii! If youâre still open for requests maybe you might wanna write something where the reader casually mentioned that they/she had a partner on earth before they died and Alastor takes it a bit too drastically and has just been very salty and asking too many questions đ if you like that
Please & thanks â¤ď¸
Hey guys I've returned! Sorry for taking a little while, I was busy with finals/I wanted to relax on my spring break so I didn't have a lot of time. I lowkey kind of cooked with this one too so enjoy :3
Also, I sorta made the reader be from around the same time period as Alastor (sorta late 1910s early 1930s) for extra spice
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It had become a daily routine for you and Alastor to have afternoon tea together in cannibal town. Always, between the hours and four and six oâ clock after Alastor had finished his broadcast and you, your hotel duties, the both of you would walk down to Rosieâs Emporium to nibble on finger sandwiches, candied eyeballs, and other treats.Â
The sun was still high in the sky, sending fingers of light through the windows of the cafe; the building was alive with the chatter of demons and hell-born alike. You and Alastor had just sat down, a short cannibal girl with a heart-shaped face and glowing brown ringlets placing your usuals on the table. Oh how beautiful they were! Too pretty to eat, garnished with tiny sprigs of mint (or, at least, it may have been mint) and resting on plates of delicate porcelain. With polished silver beside them, and matching teacups and saucers too, it all looked like a party for a girlâs favorite doll.
That is, if it werenât human meat.Â
Looking up from your plate, you saw Alastor turn his head to follow the cannibal girl making you frown. His gaze returned to you before he caught you staring, a chipper grin on his face as always.
âShe could be a dead ringer for Mary Pickford, donât you think?â
Your eyebrows perked. You hadnât looked long at the girl admittedly, though you stared long enough to know that she was no Pickford. You pursed your lips,
âI donât see it, Lillian Gish maybe.â
He looked at you like a mad-woman, âYou donât!?â
âNo! Her eyes are much too large!â
Alastor chuffed, proceeding to rest his chin on his dark hand, âIn the eye of the beholder I suppose.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, âYou only say that because of her curls,â you stated while picking up the teapot and pouring yourself and Alastor your cups, âNow, drink before it gets cold.â
For much of your lunch neither of you spoke, merely enjoying each otherâs presence while pecking on some food here and there. Throughout the meal the waitress brought more plates, pancreas tarts, minced tongues coated with cinnamon sugar, and sweet pies filled with rotted venison and cooked kidneys, all Rosieâs treat. Alastor had been taken by the small pies in their mulled deliciousness, the meat so tender you saw his eyes water. He pleaded you to try one, though you couldnât, your stomach filled to the brim from the other treats and delicacies.Â
Alastor picked up the small pair of silver tongs from beside him and placed two sugar cubes in his tea, âI do say, itâs nice to have a meal companion again.â He took a sip from his teacup and grinned.Â
You nodded in agreement, lifting the milk jug from the table and pouring a generous amount into your cup. âLikewise. Good dinner conversation is a horrid thing to lose.â
âTruly.â He took another drink. âBefore you, I hadnât had a proper luncheon since my mother.â
âFrom what you tell she sounded like a fine woman.â His grin lost its eeriness, becoming fond instead.Â
âShe truly was, and such a fine cook too.â Alastor gazed at the fine pattern painted on the rim of his saucer, âher jambalaya was the best, our side of the Mississippiâ he chuckled. He began to remember then, âAnd her gumbo and her crawfish etouffee and her pecan pralinesâ
It was odd to hear his voice so full of affection, but nice too. So strange, to think a man who broadcasted his murders of other overlords and feasted on their flesh was once a little boy who clung to his mothers skirt and happily ate her cooking.Â
âMaybe one day youâll cook for me then?â you teased
âOh why wouldnât I for my favoritest of sinners?â He took your hand.
You leaned in towards him, a silent flirtation. âOr perhaps I could prepare something for you?â
He looked at you from his dark, hooded eyes, a certain intrigue radiating from them. âWould you now?â he said, leaning in closer.Â
âOh I would, anything youâd like.â the tip of your oxford lingering at his ankle. âMy food was good enough for my darling back on earth, why would an overlord of hell have any complaints? Other than not enough seasoning I suppose.âÂ
That was when the laughter in his eyes died. Alastor bit the inside of his cheek before finding the words to speak, âYour darling?â
 âPardon?â
âYou had someone,â He straightened up, pulling himself away from you, âback on earth?â
âI hardly see how it matters now.âÂ
Alastorâs tone grew curt, had such a simple word bruised his ego?Â
He crossed his arms, âWhat were they like?â each word as sharp as his teeth.
You pulled your hands close to you, confused at his curtness, âThey wereâŚ.they were nice. Cordial, spirited, vivacious, however you would put it. If youâre-â Alastor cut you off.Â
âHow did you meet them?â
âOn the trolley.â That only served to make him scoff.
âTch, how common. The trolley.â
You chewed your bottom lip, trying to deny the anger towards him that began to knot in your belly. âIt was a different lifetime.â You asserted, a hard finality to it. Pushing yourself from the small table you smoothed your skirt and adjusted the ribbon that was tied so nicely in your hair.Â
Without looking at him you said, âTell Rosie Iâm grateful for her hospitality and I will try to find a way to repay her. Also that Iâm sorry that I had to retire without saying hello but I feel ratherâŚfaint.â Before leaving completely you said, âSee you back at the hotel.â
The rest of the day you hid in your room, sulking and pacing. Charlie had tried to coax you out, seeing how angry youâd been when you came back, but you denied every effort she had.Â
âItâs not good to stay cooped up in there,â the Princess pleaded.
âI like my alone time.â
 âBut- but I had games planned! Husk was going to show us how to play Blackjack and Dominoes!â
âI prefer bridge, and heâll just cheat us anyways.â
She gave a disappointed sigh, and outside the door you could hear Vaggie talking to her, telling Charlie to give you your space.Â
For three nights straight you avoided Alastor, finishing up your hotel duties quickly before hiding in your room. You grew bored after the first day admittedly, a person could only sleep and bathe and read so much. The fourth night is when he knocked on your door while you lied draped on your couch, your nose in a book youâd already finished before. Thinking it was Charlie, you ignored it, sure sheâd get the message. It insisted however, rapping harder the second time. You sighed, annoyed. âWho is it?â
âAlastor, may I come in?â
A sour taste came in your mouth, âNo.â
âYou cannot lock yourself away from me forever.âÂ
You lifted yourself off the couch, full of bitterness, âI can and I will!â
An electric hum filled your ears, the sound of Alastor weighing his words, âCould you at least entertain my attempt?â
Walking to the door and opening it slightly you saw his face, those deep, hooded eyes dark as blood, cracked lips, and hollow cheekbones. All of those beautiful, haunting features draped in remorse. You sighed, cursing the affection you had for him.Â
âFine, but Iâm still cross with you.â That made him smile, if only a tad.Â
Opening the door fully, you saw heâd brought one of the dining carts from the unused kitchen clad in a clean white sheet. Alastor pushed it to the center of the room before spiritedly ripping the cover from the cart, presenting polished silver dishes of raw meat and organs. From the bottom shelf of it, he had pulled a fine bottle of wine and two shining glasses.
âI helped myself to a bottle of Huskâs finest, the patrons here donât have as refined tastes as you and I.â He gave a small grin. So this is what he brought with him, a peace offering. Your stomach was empty from only eating a small meal earlier in the day, so perhaps it was not in vain, though you werenât sure if you were ready to forgive him.Â
âIâll help you set the table,â you offered, feeling guilty he put so much effort into pleasing you.Â
Alastor held his hands up, âNo need darling.â He put his hand on his throat, âWhat I said the other day was veryâŚâ he coughed into his hand, âungentlemanly of me, and I wanted to make it up to you.âÂ
You folded your hands and held them to your chest, looking at the embarrassment he tried to hide. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, and raised your gaze to his. âThank you, Alastor.â His grin widened as he sat down beside you.Â
He uncorked the bottle of wine, beginning to pour it into the glasses, âOf course.â He handed you the glass which you took gladly. The vintage was so dark it looked black, reflecting the lights that glowed from the ceiling. Swishing it, you could see the hidden shades of red that the wine hid.
âDemonâs blood, Husk calls it.â Alastor told you before he took a long sip.Â
âFitting. Do you know how long heâs aged it?â Alastor shrugged, taking another swallow.Â
âI didnât care to ask, but it tastes so good going down. Come, drink, I didnât bring this up so I could get drunk by myself.â That made you giggle, how much he valued the both of you eating and drinking together.Â
Taking his lead, you titled your head back, savoring the warm burn of the wine going down. Its hot fingers lingered in your chest before fading, like drinking cold medicine. In three large gulps you finished your glass, noticing the way Alastorâs eyes watched your throat as you drank. After finishing your second glass you began to dig into the food heâd brought, pancreas tarts, cooked kidneys andâŚoh good god! On the largest plate was a raw heart, fresh and bloody.Â
âWhere did you get this? You shouldnât have!â Your eyes went wide and your mouth began to salivate. A raw heart! Oh and it was human too! Such a fine delicacy must have taken so much begging from Alastor!
âRosie owed me a favor. And I owe it to you, for making such a jackass of myself.âÂ
You took another sip of your wine, feeling your face begin to flush. You helped yourself to a tart while Alastor poured himself another glass. As you ate you felt his eyes on you again, focusing on the way your teeth bit into the pastry, your swanâs neck showing your swallow, and how your tongue dragged across your lips. Feeling bold, you placed your feet in his lap and wiped the corner of your mouth with your finger, licking the tip of it with your tongue. He swallowed, hard, his eyes growing wide.Â
âAre you looking at something?â Your voice a heavy seduction.
âPossibly.â He drank again. Leaning back on the arm of the couch, he placed his glass on the floor. The tips of his fingers grazed your legs, âThough I do have another question for you, if I may.â
A sultry smirk grew on your face, âThat depends on what it is, Al.â God, you could see the glint in his eyes then.
Alastor looked up at you from his hooded eyes, âIâve been wonderingâŚabout your âdarling.â You arched an eyebrow; your interest piqued. âDid they ever haveâŚyou?â His breath shuddered.Â
âHave me, how?â You teased.
âOh humor me my dear,â He purred
You smirked and shifted your legs in his lap. âHmm, maybe once or twiceâŚâ You sit up from your recline and crawl onto his lap.
âWhat sorts of things did they do to you?âÂ
Running your fingers down his chest you savored the way he squirmed and shifted, âAll sorts of unholy thingsâÂ
Alastor choked on his breath, his eyes transfixed on your face. Slowly, he caught it, regaining a certain boldness afterwards. His hand found the top of your stocking, fingering the nylon taut to your thighs. âGetting rather comfortable arenât we my dear?â
The smirk you had deepened and you pulled in closer, feeling the heat of his breath tickle your cheeks. You looked into his eyes, âI could get much more comfortable if you like, Al.â For what seemed like ages you lingered, until you felt you had tortured the man enough. Slowly, you leaned in, seemingly ready to kiss his shiny red lips. Grinning, you pulled a piece of dry skin from his bottom lip between your teeth, peeling it to show the bleeding flesh beneath.Â
You sat back on his lap and spat out the skin. Looking at him, you saw that hunger in his eyes again. That fine line of decorum the two of you had with one another, ignoring the lingering gazes and longing touches, all thrown away with one bite. Underneath, you could feel his arousal beginning to grow hard. You rolled your hips slightly into him, earning a throaty groan from Alastor. From the silver dining cart you pulled the piece de resistance, that raw bleeding heart, and sunk your teeth into it, tasting the sweet flavor of iron. Trails of blood dripped from your mouth onto your decolletage, slowly turning brown and flaky.
Alastorâs breath heaved, growing even harder from that sultry cannibalistic display. He pulled you towards him and pressed your mouth to his, saccharine saliva mixing with sanguine. His tongue slid and twisted about yours, savoring every inch of its taste. You pulled away from him to catch your breath, making him whine. Leaning in again, he dragged his tongue along your neck, cleaning up the drying strings of blood.Â
Both of you straightened up then, him holding you proper now. One hand ran its fingers through his shiny red hair and the other cupped his aching sex, so taut against his trousers.Â
âIs that what you were so upset about Al? If they fucked me or not?â You purred into his ear.
The tips of your fingers fluttered over his hip, tracing its edge before returning to his cock. âI bet you wondered if I did this to them, didnât you?â A small nip was placed on his neck, leaving a red half-moon. Your breath grew hot against his cheek as you whispered into his ear again,Â
âMaybe I did, and maybe I did so many more dirty things to them.âÂ
Alastor enraptured your mouth in another needy kiss. His words heavy with radio static, âWhat sort of things my dear? Or are you all talk?â Your grin widened seeing the shock in his eyes when you began to unbutton his overcoat.
âLet me show you.â
Four little words was all it took to send him over the edge. Picking you up, his hands traced over all the parts of your succulent body. When he flopped you on the bed, hair as tousled as a pin-up, you reached out a stockinged leg to him, that devious look on your face growing. Oh how badly he wanted to have you, hastily unzipping your dress as you stripped him down to his undershirt and trousers. Deft fingers hooked around the tops of your stockings, pulling them down as fast as they could. You dropped his trousers and took off his shirt, admiring all of that soft, gray skin.
You pressed your mouth to the flesh of his stomach, blessing it with small love-bites that made him shudder. All along his torso you left red patches and traced your cool fingertips along the hard edges where his ribs poked out. You tilted your head up and moved his hands to the straps of your brasserie, exposing all of your hot, yearning flesh. He cupped a breast and lied on top of you. Grinding his sex to yours he moaned into your mouth. It had been soâŚso long since youâd been wanted, since someone pressed their body to yours and you felt all of their heat as they slid into you, over and over again.Â
âAl,â You breathed
âWhat is it?â
âGet on your back.âÂ
And so he did.Â
Alastorâs back against the mattress and your palms against his chest, you let him enter you. He let out a string of curses when you did, and even more when you started moving in those easy rolling motions. Those large hands of his held the curve of your waist as you rode him, his eyes half-lidded as he watched your breasts bounce.Â
âThe first time I saw youâŚâ You began, going a little faster, âI wanted you,â You heard a small thud as he dropped his head against the pillows.
âI thought about you kissing me and touching me all overâ Thatâs when the pulses of pleasure started to build up, prickling you in sweet needles that went all the way up your spine.
âAnd about you sticking your fingers in me and..and your tongue tooâ You felt your face heat up and your sex grow slicker, admitting those indecent thoughts you only entertained during late nights when your fingers wandered. Alastor gripped your waist tighter, making your rhythm harsher. You looked down on him, his eyes glazed over with euphoria, and felt your mouth pool with saliva.
Digging your nails into the skin of his chest you kept on. âFor a whole week I couldnât keep from slipping my hands between my legs.â Your voice, thick and hoarse. âI wanted to know what you tasted like, if-if your mouth tasted like blood,â that was when he quickened the pace even more. Your sex was so hot and wet, all the way at the base of your spine you could feel your orgasm coming to you, a full-body shiver that made your eyes well with tears.Â
The last part was what sent him over the edge though.Â
âSometimes, Iâd bite myself so I could taste the blood when Iâd touch-â was all it took to make him come.Â
Fuck it felt good too. A weak falsetto escaped your mouth when he released, so warm and filling. Thatâs what made you reach your end too. You clawed your nails in his skin so deep there were two broken half-moons on his chest. Your thighs clenched against his torso, quivering, as you could feel your body become as light and floaty as chiffon.Â
Alastor let the both of you ride it out, that sweet joyous bliss. When your mind returned from the heaven it was sent to, you leaned over, resting on top of him. He moved you gently, pressing you closely to his chest. For a while, neither of you spoke, the air lingering with the smell of sweat and blood and sex. You ran your fingers through his hair again; He kissed the back of your hand before speaking.Â
âIf Iâd known all that would come out of making you angry at me, I wouldâve earned your ire a long while ago.â You rolled your eyes, flicking his chest playfully.Â
âPerhaps we could do this again, without the arguing?â You propose, âYouâre quite good at it.âÂ
A smile stretched across his face as he played with a lock of hair that rested near your face, âExpect nothing less from an overlord of hell cher.â One of his hands slid to your lower back, tracing small circles on that creamy flesh.Â
âHow about we try one more time without the arguing, for good measure?â
You smirked and kissed him again. All for good measure.
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Congrats on 2.7k! The villain(ess) saga is my bread and butter hehe.
Anyways Id like to request borderline desperate Jamil trying to figure out Readers fav food as they can and will literally eat anything without complaint(even Lilia's cooking lol). Thank you đ
â§âËâ§A Dash of Sweetness â§âËâ§
âł Reader S/O who eats anything
feat: JamilÂ
genre: fluff (like shojou manga level sweetness)
note: no pronouns used with the reader, idiots in love, kinda oblivious!reader, roughly 1k words,
Random storytime, my big bro once got hungry and cooked himself eggs while the rest of us were out, and no one told him the eggs went bad. He was absolutely fine the entire day and none of us would have known if not for my bro saying itâs weird that the egg he ate was green. Yet, he said the french toasts I made once were bland T_T
Anyway, this took a while because I honestly didn't know how this story will end up, hopefully you enjoy it ^_^
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Jamil can deny all day and night, but he really likes to see you enjoy his cooking. For all the times he told you that he already has his hands full with Kalim, there was suspiciously always a warm lunchbox filled with aromatic meals made by yours truly. All for that bright smile of yours whenever you would finish off the âleftoverâ meal that Jamil would generously share with you.Â
When Jamil realized that others have fed you, his hidden competitive nature rose. While there were many competent students with skills in the kitchen, within Jamil was a desire to see a special shine in your eyes when he cooks your favorite dish, a visual only for him.
But be it due to pride or embarrassment, Jamil doesnât seem to be the type to be upfront with his intentions, nor does he take the straightforward tactic. Instead of asking you directly, he would ease his way through conversations with your friends just to find out your most favored dish per chance. But that turned out that that was harder than he expected.Â
Day after day, Jamil would hand you a new type of dish and watch your reaction for the slightest hint of preference. Perhaps a raise of your eyebrows, a slower time to take in the taste, anything. He's racking his brain and looked for every sort of dish and recipes from all parts of Twisted Wonderland for the slight chance he comes across a dish to your absolute liking. But each time, you simply smiled graciously and thanked him for sharing with you, not that he disliked it since he did get to spend more time with you through all of this.Â
But each attempt makes him all the more impatient, and curious. If you looked this beautiful just eating something good, Jamil wondered how youâd look if he served you your most favored dish? Would he see your eyes light up with joy, your body shaking with excitement, your cheeks so cutely puffy and full with every bite, maybe even bring him into a spontaneous embrace filled with so much gratitude, perhaps even a kissâŚÂ Â
âIâm getting ahead of myself.â Jamil hid his face in embarrassment, but the burning ears and racing heart revealed how much he wanted to see that side of you.
You found it odd how often itâs been that Jamil was offering you leftover food this past week. Youâre certainly not complaining but itâs always something new everyday. Sometimes Jamil would hand you a meal mixed with aromatic spices, other times an array of sugary sweet treats and pastries. It could be a simple stew that warms your soul one day, or it could be a unique cuisine with a variety of paired side dishes.Â
But every day, you would notice that he would glance your way occasionally as you partake in this gracious meal, and itâs making you a bit antsy.Â
âYouâve been watching me for a while.â Your voice seemed to break whatever concentration the Scarabia student had. âIs there something youâre expecting me to say?âÂ
Like a deer in headlights, Jamil flinched and felt a small wave of embarrassment when he realized he was caught watching you. He was sure that he was being discrete, but he supposed that as days went on he had gotten a tad bit restless and hasty. He got sloppy, he cursed to himself.
Quickly shaking his nerves away, he replied with a smile to ease you. âIâm simply glad the food is to your taste.âÂ
You were hardly convinced by that. Was he experimenting with dishes, you wondered. You tried to offer some insights and compliments which seemed to satisfy the long-haired upperclassman, but you felt a sneaky suspicion that he was hoping for something else.Â
âJamil, Iâm really happy that youâve been sharing all this food with me.â You said as you settled the lunchbox to your side. âBut I donât think Iâm the best person if you're looking for a detailed review on food.â
Ah yes, Jamil was aware of your generous palate. While trying to discreetly find your preferences, Jamil first assumed you had a sweet tooth when you praised the Heartslabyul vice-housewarden for his sweets. But then, Jamil overheard you enjoying your visits to Mostro Lounge so perhaps you had a pension for seafoodâŚThen, he was thrown for a loop when he heard from a giddy Lilia that he was delighted to see you have such a rigorous appetite, having tried and finished the beef-seafood-fruit stew he made for his dormmates.Â
You...were not picky, to say the least.
You felt a pang of shame for your lack of refined judgment in cuisine. âYour food is really good. Sorry, I don't know what else I can say about it that is helpful to you.â
Thatâs it. Jamil saw an opening. âPerhaps, I could make your favorite food,â his voice sounded as though it was a spontaneous thought. âThen it would be something you can speak more on a personal level.âÂ
All other attempts to learn your food preferences failed in the past, but now there was an opportunity to learn firsthand from the source. It wasnât strange, was it? It was simply the flow of the conversation, and all the long-haired upperclassman did was offer an option. What an auspicious break for Jamil.
But when Jamil looked to you to gauge your reaction, you surprised him.Â
You stared at him, eyes wide with shock. Your lips quivered and shook, as though your body was nervously processing his words, which deeply worried Jamil. Has he somehow offended you? How?!Â
Finally, you spoke. âYou would make somethingâŚjust for me?âÂ
âYes, if thatâs something alright with you?â
All this time, you were under the impression that Jamil was offering you food that couldnât be finished, and you were content with taking whatever was offered, happy that the vice-housewarden thought of you in some way. But having Jamil make something homemade purposely with you in mind⌠to think of you as he makes the effort to do something, hoping you will enjoy it. A sweet gesture made for you, and you alone.
Feelings of butterflies filled you as your cheeks felt hot at such thoughts. You felt your lips quiver as a goofy smile crept its way onto your face, but you tried to hide your giddiness behind your fingers.
You thought for a bit, then softly you replied. âCurry would be nice.âÂ
Hmm? Jamil was surprised. Thatâs his favoriteâŚÂ Â
âThen, we can eat together.â You smiled nervously. âI think sharing with someone you like makes food taste better.âÂ
Such a lovely sight of two shy fools. One was grinning oddly while the other was hiding his shamefully burning face behind his hood.
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first kiss.
âitâs so chilly outside. nice.â you sighed, perched on the windowsill of leviâs office.
âtch, only you would say that. itâs fucking freezing.â
you pouted and closed the window. âhow does no one else get hot? i donât even wear pants when i go to sleep because i get so hot.â
levi scoffed. âyou have too much energy, always bouncing on your feet. wouldnât be surprised to learn if you slept naked.â
you pursed your lips as your gaze lingered on his tense figure still hunched over his report. âi have considered it, but iâd be scandalizing my roomies.â
âiâve heard them complain multiple times how if you could walk naked in the hallways, you would.â
you giggled and shrugged, walking over to him. âi mean, thatâs a little presumptuous.â you leaned in, draping your arms over his shoulders and resting your chin atop his head. âwould you stop going over that? youâve checked yours and mine literally all evening. we should turn them in before erwin chews our ass out.â
he tched under his breath again. âhave to make sure i noted every little detail.â
with a dramatic sigh, you covered his eyes with your hands, blocking his vision. âwrap. it. up. we have to go for supper in a bit.â
seizing ahold of your wrists, levi tilted his head back against the chair. he removed your hands from his eyes and drew you towards him.
caught off guard, an involuntary yelp escaped your lips, your body jolting with surprise at the unexpected closeness to him.
his steel-gray eyes bore into yours, flickering with unnamed emotion.
âdonât test me.â
a strand of your hair came loose, falling onto leviâs face thanks to you being literally inclined above him.
âtest you? captain, you have me at the flirtiest position one could only imagine being in.â you replied, wiggling your brows at him, even as your heart fluttered in your chest.
his unwavering eyes didnât leave your face.
he loosened his grip on your wrist and brought his hand to your face. then slowly, he neatly tucked the strand of hair behind your ear.
you let out a small breath. your eyes flitted to his mouth without warning, only to find them slightly parted, and wet.
âlevi..â you whispered.
you felt his hand reach behind your head, and slowly pull you down.
he stopped just when your lips were a breath apart from his.
his eyes shone with an emotion you couldnât quite put your finger onâbut you had a feeling yours shone the same.
you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his soft, pillowy ones.
neither of you moved, locked in the position with your mouths molded against each other. then slowly, you began moving your lips, sucking in his plump bottom lip and licking at it. you swallowed leviâs soft gasp, as he opened up and your tongues found their way to each other.
his fingers tightened at the roots of your hair as he pulled you closer, eliciting a small noise from you.
keeping your mouths connected, you carefully maneuvered around him and gracefully sat on his lap. a shared sigh of relief escaped the both of you. his hands came up to cup your face as he slanted his mouth over yours, the obscene sounds of you sucking and kissing each other the only thing breaking the silence in his vacant office.
and as if on cue, a sharp double-knock sounded, followed by the creaking noise of a handle turning and..
âdinner tiâoh shit! oh shit!â hangeâs voice bellowed before the loud slam of the door shutting close.
levi broke the kiss, his glossy lips parted as he panted. his cheeks were in a deep flush. you couldnât help the small giggle that left your mouth at his embarrassed state.
a delicate thread of your mingled saliva hung between your mouths, and leviâs blush deepened when he noticed.
âwe just scandalized hange.â he said softly, a small smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips.
you let out another laugh. âwe did. and i..donât feel too guilty about it,â you bit your own swollen lip, looking at him shyly.
his brows scrunched together as he let out a pained groan. âdonât look at me like that, we really have to go.â
you nodded your agreement as you looked away, your throat drying up from the indecent thoughts that threatened to flood your brain. you felt his hand falling from your face to your waist, squeezing your side.
âwe should go, and turn those godforsaken reports in before dinner.â you said, making to get off of him. your cheeks heated as you realized how quickly you had resonated to just sitting on his lap to your convenience when you were kissing him.
your lips tingled. you could still taste him in your mouth.
shaking your head, you rid yourself of such thoughts. you were already halfway off his lap, when levi dragged you down with no warning, and you flopped back onto his thighs with a quiet gasp.
you looked at him questioningly.
his eyes were glassy, as they fell to your lips. âcan we do that one more time before we go?â
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ex boyfriend! eren headcannons ŕżŕžă
⼠note: as a disclaimer, these headcanons are a bit toxic/dark, if that is something you find triggering i recommend you skip this one, you can find other works of eren that don't have this particular theme here just want to make it clear that i do not condone this sort of behavior and this doesn't represent my idea of what a healthy relationship should look like thank you and enjoy
Firstly, eren doesn't even consider you guys to be actually broken up, heâs convinced. youâre just screwing with him or playing hard to get. Even once he realizes you're not, the breakup is still completely one sided. He loves you far too much to even fathom that the relationship is over. Heâs already planned your entire future togetherâhe's been doing so since he first met you, from the house you'll live in together to the garter you'll be wearing on your wedding day. In short, heâs delusional when it comes to you, head over heels or do he likes to call it and for this reason he still goes around telling everyone you're his.Â
Everyone around him, including his friends is obviously taken aback by this and so they sort of just play along, listening to him rant  about you the moment heâs gotten enough alcohol in his system. This happens at every get together they have had since the breakup. âsheâs just confused and going through a tough time right now. She doesn't know that she wants me,â heâll say anytime he hears about you having moved on with anyone else. If anyone even has the courage to challenge his statements he has the habit of angrily shutting them down. âShut the hell up, you don't know anything about our relationship.âÂ
He spends the first few days blowing up your phone with texts about how much he loves you and that though your relationship has had its ups and downs â him being the one whoâs mostly responsible for the downs, you guys will get through it as you always had if you just keep trying. When he received no response ,he changed his approach, no longer attempting to convince you to stay but now begging you to come back home. âCome back to me please..â heâll bombard your voicemail inbox with pleas and sob stories about how he hasn't slept because he misses holding you each night.Â
 Weeks or even months will pass since the break up itself, and every second of his time he uses to reach out to you, whether it's through phone calls or text. You better believe he's taking time to check up on you to see how you're doingâmost importantly, what you're doing and who you're with. He wants to make sure you're safe and not in the hands of any trouble or anyone he considers trouble. He has a habit of speaking with you as though you two are still together, ending many conversations with âi love you.â and âhope to see you soon.â When he isn't reaching out to you he's thinking about you or talking to you about whatever poor soul is forced to listen.Â
When he hears it from you that youâve moved on to someone else, his heart shatters. He had been able to deny and ignore the reality when he heard it from others but now that it was coming from you he had lost the energy to keep pretending to be okay with how things were, he feels as though youâre betraying him. In his eyes you were cheating by being with another. Still, he doesn't make it known then and there, instead he responds with. âHe can't love you the way I do.â and beyond that point he stops reaching out, and waits for you to come running back.Â
 You'll learn the hard way that he was right when you are riding back to his place drunk with tears running down your cheeks because you caught the very person youâd moved onto cheating on you with another girl. Once you two arrive, he carries you into the apartment where the two of you had shared many memories together, because you are too drained from the events of the day to walk. He takes off your makeup using the makeup remover youâd âleft behindâ when you moved out. Really, he stole it out of your things, along with other items because he was certain youâd come back to him under such circumstances.Â
 He takes you into his arm, holding you so close and so tight to him because heâs afraid that youâll leave him again as you cry in his arms. âDon't know what i was thinkingâ his fingers stroke your hair. âYou weren't. but you should have known better.â eren isn't too interested in giving you his sympathy because he feels heâs the one been betrayed the most here. If only you hadn't run off with someone else, none of this would be happening.
âI warned you,â he added. âI'm so sorry..â you sniffled, he swiped away your tears. his way of speaking to you had caused a wave of guilt to wash over you, you had left eren behind only to end up being made to look like a fool because you thought the grass was greener on the other side. Though he was upset with you, Eren hated seeing you cry. especially over someone he didn't believe deserved your tears. âMake it up to me then.â a weight lifted off your shoulders at the offer of redemption. Little did you know, he plans to have you crying tears of another kind.Â
⼠nsfw (things get sexual from here, if you are not comfortable with this kind of content pls turn back)
Before you know it, heâs ripped your dress off you, both your clothes and underwear are thrown about the hallway leading to the bedroom you used to share. He hasn't made a single change to anything since your absence and you find yourself feeling nostalgic, thinking back to a time where things werent easy but never this complicated. you're on the bed exposed and bear before him. He hovers between your legs. âBeen so long since i've seen you like this, god i've missed it so much.â heâll coo, his emerald gaze admiring your glistening folds that have spread with his fingers. the way your cunt throbbed under the lightest of touch, begging to be filled made him grow hard. âMissed you too.â you mutter, hazily bucking your hips against his touch.
âI know. I know.â he reassures you, giving into your silent demands, he continues toying with you, pushing his fingers past your folds,his finger strokes at your clit. âbet that boyfriend of yours didn't know how to take care of this needy little cunt, did he.â your juices now coating his fingers, he pounds you with them, earning a symphony of moans from your lips. ânot like i do..â he says, the satisfaction of you being so reactive to his touch bringing a smile to his face, your back arching as his movements become overwhelming for you. He soon pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his cock, that had been aching to be inside of you for far too long.
He pushes one of your legs outward, granting him more access to your sweet hole, He pushes deeper inside of you all self control leaving his body the moment he hears you cry out for him, tears welling in your eyes from pleasure as he fucks into you. âSo pretty, gonna fill you up with my cum.â he groans,the moment he feels you clenching around his cock, your thighs trembling. He threw his head back as he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip, admiring you in such a state.
âEren, you can't!â You shriek, his fingers gripping at your hips harshly. He continues fucking you hard and deep, his hips smashing against your own. âcant cum inside you?â heâll question. he continues to pound you, this is his way of letting you know he has no intention of pulling out.
âbut i thought you were sorry? I thought you were mine?âThere is a heartbroken tone in his voice as he speaks to you, hoping for you to reassure him you meant the words you'd spoken earlier. You were left feeling guilty for even thinking you should have denied him. after everything youâd already done to hurt him. You had said you would make it up to and part of that required doing as he wanted. âI am!â
âshut up and take my cum then, you said youâre mine. gotta prove it. this pussy is mine too, right baby?â you nodded in agreement, tellinf him whatever he needed to hear to keep fucking you so good, muttering the best âmhm, i love you so so much!â you could muster while being overtaken by your orgasm as eren came inside of you, the creamy liquid dripping out of you and down your thighs. âYou're not going anywhere, not now, not ever, I won't let you.âÂ
 Eren, Who was responsible for it all, and had developed a plan for each failed talking stage you had. since leaving him and most importantly the breakup due to your boyfriend cheatingâ from his actions of intimidating them into leaving you alone with threats of physical attacks or the videos he sent them of him devouring your cunt, while you cried out his name, your fingers tugging at his brunette strands of hair. A video which had been recorded so long ago when the two of you were still together, but the idiot, who you had made the mistake of calling a boyfriend, hadn't even bothered to verify that your nails hadn't been any color you had been since you'd meeting him. perhaps, he simply didn't care enough. it was of no big importance to eren either way, in his eyes the fool wasn't deserving of you. Just as eren believed to be the case since the beginning, he was the only one whoâd love you the way you deserved and for this reason he was never going anywhere. Â
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â here, give this a try and tell me what you think. â may i request baker reader who teases miguel by giving him a sweet kiss after trying what they made :)
thank you baby for the ask! I had heaps of fun writing this :) also I cheated and changed the dialogue a little bit oops
miguel oâhara x fem!reader, fluff, spoiler free!!! (also not proofread very well)
Miguelâs not an overly affectionate guy. He likes you, sure, but he keeps the physical affection to a minimum â he kisses you and touches you minimally when there are others around. Heâll hug you if you ask for it, heâll hold your hand too, but only when itâs just the two of you alone. Itâs not that he doesnât like you, because he does, a lot, itâs just not his thing. Neither of you mind.
When it comes to your affections, however, Miguel is practically bombarded with them every waking second. And he says this in a very affectionate way, mind you. Youâre always telling him he looks handsome. Always touching his chest or his arm, putting your hand in his hair (when heâs low enough that you can reach it). Youâre not afraid of letting him know just how much you like him. It makes him weak in the knees, if heâs being honest.
You appear in Miguelâs lab slash office with the air of someone whoâs excited and can barely hold it in. Youâre bouncing on your feet and youâve got your hands behind your back, hiding something.
âHi, handsome,â you say, a happy lilt in your voice as you skip towards him.
Miguel bites back a smile. If he smiles, youâll tease him for it, for sure. He tries not to sound too lovelorn when he says, âHi,â back.
It doesnât work. Itâs probably the sappiest heâs ever sounded saying one single word. Itâs hardly his fault. Youâve caught him at a bad time â heâd just been thinking about you and then youâd appeared. Very inconsiderate of you.
You stop a little wayâs away from him and then make a show of pushing whatever youâve got behind your back further out of sight. Miguel raises a brow.
âWhat are you doing here?â He asks.
You roll your eyes. âAm I not allowed to visit my boyfriend at work?â
The way you say âboyfriendâ makes Miguelâs heart feel funny. Youâve only just started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. Before that it was coworkers, then acquaintances. then friends, then friends who kiss. Now heâs your boyfriend. Itâs a new feeling. Not bad, just new.
âYouâre allowed,â he says. âOf course you are.â
You beam then. It makes you look even prettier than you already are when youâre neutral-faced, your cheeks appled and plump, your eyes all crinkled at the corners. Happy you is his favourite you.
âGood,â you say. ââCos I brought you something.â
You take another step forwards and finally pull out the thing youâre hiding behind your back. Itâs a Tupperware container with a blue lid. Itâs decidedly ordinary, in Miguelâs totally unordinary work place. You step closer still and curl your fingers around the lid, pulling it up gently to reveal its contents.
Inside are a dozen or so chocolate chip cookies. Miguel looks at them, and then looks at you. Youâre smiling shyly.
âI made them,â you explain, a shyness to your words that Miguel thinks is awfully adorable. âThought you might be hungry.â
Miguel gets a very clear picture in his head of you in the kitchen, scooping cookie dough onto a tray, and thinks that maybe next time heâll have to be there when you bake so he can kiss you stupid.
âHere,â you say , reaching for a cookie and breaking it in half. âTry this and tell me what you think.â
You hold out the cookie half to Miguel and heâd be an asshole if he said no to that. Plus, he can smell the sugar and the butter, and youâre right, he is hungry.
âThank you,â he says, taking the cookie from your, his fingers brushing the back of your hand. Youâve got unbelievably nice hands. He thinks about it as he takes a bite of the cookie. Then he thinks about how good the cookie tastes. Itâs caramel-y like you put a lot of butter in it, but he can taste salt too, and the chocolate is just dark enough that itâs not too sweet but still totally delicious.
âGood?â You ask, looking up at him hopefully.
Miguel swallows, then takes another bite pointedly. You giggle.
âItâs good?â You say excitedly. âI didnât know if you liked dark chocolate, but it was all I could find.â
Miguel shakes his head. âItâs good,â he says. âReally good.â
You beam, looking like you canât contain your glee. âReally? You like it?â
Miguel smiles at you. Heâs feeling very fond right about now. And thereâs no one around, so he reaches for your face and cups your cheek in his big hand. He stands over you and smiles in a way that Peter B. would definitely make fun of.
âThank you,â he says, taking a step closer to you. âYou donât have to be so nice to me all the time, you know. Have you tried one?â
You shake your head. Youâre decidedly silent, like youâre thinking about something but not saying what it is. You shuffle closer to him, the Tupperware container squished between your bodies.
âLean down, would you, handsome?â You ask, a playful undertone to your soft request.
Miguel obliges. Heâs pretty sure he knows where this is going. He leans down to a point where he knows you can reach and waits.
You look up at him for a moment. Then you push yourself onto your toes and kiss him, your hand pushing up against his chest to anchor yourself. Miguelâs hand latches onto your waist, fingers curling, subconsciously pulling you in. Itâs a sweet kiss and Miguel wishes it would go on longer but youâre pulling away after only a few moments, smiling like a fool.
âWhat?â He asks, and your smile has caught on his lips, too.
âYou taste good,â you say, giggling. âI think I did a pretty good job with the cookies.â
Miguel grins. âReally?â He drawls in a low voice, his tone borderline teasing, and your giggling subsides as he inches his face closer to yours. âWant another taste?â
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âDO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU?
pairing: leah williamson x reader
synopsis: in the end, what is meant to be will always be. or; leah struggles after the break up.
word count: 4.5k
a/n: this is a continuation of LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO. i just have to make things angsty iâm sry, if i donât i start gnawing at the bars of my enclosure but worry not, this will turn fluffy in the end :)
EIGHT. Paris.
It took about 45 mins for Leah to decide that she longer wanted to be in this damned opera house.
The red carpet was exhausting enough, but she powered through it, familiar faces like Amelia DiMoldenbergâs making it barely enough to get through.
The dinner had gone into an intermission, and she had a moment to relax from the cameras, being sat at a table not far from the stage. Ever since she first attended the GQ Men of the Year Dinner a few years ago, it had created a lot of buzz around her every year, fans speculating whether she would come again, donning outfits so foreign on her body. Back then, she still had a support system that she looked forward to coming home to. Now, maybe the only positive to this night was that, whatever happened, she would eventually get to go home and sleep by the end of it.
She had to tilt her head all the way up to get a full glimpse of the ceiling. The Royal Opera House wasnât the oldest building erected in London by far, but it was one of most interesting to look at, if she wasnât so in love with her club and the look of the Emirates that was. It was grandiose, regal and typical of Baroque architecture, the concave ceiling arching over her, stretching all the way back to the five balconiesâgenerously lit and horse-shoe-shaped seating areasâstacked on top of each other. It looked a little bit like the ThÊâtre du Châtelet in Paris that she got to see when she attended the Ballon dâOr for the first time a couple of years ago. A lot of things can change in two years, and Leah wasnât sure whether it was for the better or not.
Her agent caught her in the middle of her admiring when he gave her shoulder a light tap, telling her that she was expected at the after-party too. Great, another two hours sheâd have to endure as people praise her name for achievements unworthy of praise, just because she was Leah Williamson, captain of the Lionesses. But whatever else he said after that, Leah didnât register, because her eyes had found a familiar frame standing a few tables away.
You looked dashing in your black nighttime attire, which sparkled every time the limelight happened to sweep past you. A gentle smile adorned your face as you conversed your heart away with a couple of actors whose names were lost on her. When you put your hand on one of them and laughed, your eyed darted over to her for a split second.
Only when those actors had left, did she even think of approaching you, but her feet were planted on the ground.
One, two, three, she counted in her head. One, two, three; come on, Leah . . .
âHi, you!â There was a residual cheerfulness from your previous conversation in your voice. âItâs been a while.â
âYeah,â she tried to chuckle away her nerves, wiping the sweat in her hands on her pant legs. âYou been okay?â
âYeah,â you said it so softly that she almost missed it, if she wasnât watching your lips. âAre you? Beth says you donât come around her place anymore.â
âYou still talk to Beth?â
âYeah, sheâs my friend, Lee. I . . . hope you donât mind.â
âNo! No, thatâs . . . itâs great.â Leah said quickly.
You had smiled at her gratefully, and grasped her hand. âItâs good seeing you again.â
âYou too.â She had said, robotically, before deciding against it. âHey, donât be a stranger, alright?â
You smiled again. This time, you brought her into your chest and wrapped your arms around her neck. âYou first,â you said with a glint in your eyes, then you disappeared into the crowd.
And for a few brief moments, Leah Williamson didnât think about how exhausted she was, only about how much she has missed being held by you. After all, it had been almost two years since she and you broke up, and maybe Leah was never able to move on like she had promised you.
How could she?
NINE. Be My Mistake.
She hated the feeling afterwards. She hated herself for having initiated it, for chasing after the girl like a hungry wolf in that nightclub. Now, Leah couldnât bear the feeling of her lanky arms and sweaty skin touching her, like the intimacy was warranted, like she had somehow earned it.
Leah knew it was begrudging of her to shove the girlâs arm away so heartlessly and move upright to the edge of the bed, but she didnât care. She couldnât bring herself to be intimate with someone else, not yet. Not when every time she felt her skin she imagined yours, soft and scented with your familiar smell; every time she closed her eyes she saw your face like a ghost, refusing to leave her psyche; every time she opened her mouth to let out a noise of pleasure, it took everything in her to hold herself back from uttering Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.
The girl was confused but she was still, no doubt trying to decipher the sudden shift in Leahâs demeanor. She hated her stillness, the way her eyes watched her frame like she was a wounded animal in its enclosure.
âPlease leave,â Leah said quietly, begging.
Silence.
âI donât know what youâre going through, but if . . . you need someoneââ
âThank you, Delaney.â She gritted her teeth. âPlease get out.â
Tonight, it was Delaney with the fiery red hair and dimples peppered over her cheekbones. A few nights ago, it was Lisa-Mae with the sultry brown eyes and unforgettable plump lips. Then there might have been an Erin and Hailey and Polly and maybe even a Daniela from when she visited Keira in Barcelona. She hated that she somehow remembered all of their names and kept count. Body upon body, yet she could not forget the one body she was using them all to forget about.
She couldnât turn to alcohol, couldnât smoke or do hard drugs because they would affect her performance on the pitch, but God knows she was thinking about it constantly. Anything to take this pain away for a moment, lest she turns into the starving wolf and goes out to hunt at night again. If only the press caught on to what she was doing.
Righteous Lioness turned starving wolf the moment the loneliness becomes a little too much to bare.
But she knew you wouldnât have judged her. No, you would wrap her in your arms and let her scream, cry, do whatever she wanted to rid herself of the torment. She remembered all the nights you spent on the bathroom floor with her as she battled through her endometriosis, and how you would hold her like the world was about to collapse outside the window.
Leah was on the bathroom floor again, but she was alone this time, and the floor tiles felt colder and harsher than she had remembered.
TEN. Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy).
The feeling she got when the three whistles finally blew came to Leah quite rarely. It was one of elation and immense joy that the result of the game was finalized, because she had known half an hour ago that Arsenal would bring home the crucial three points from the match.
She brought her fists in the air as she made her rounds, patting her teammates on the back and shaking hands with opponents. She found Kyra and hoisted her in the air with a tight hug, as her younger teammate managed to score and assist today.
âThank you, Leah.â Kyra giggled, as she was put down. âIs Y/N here?â
Leahâs smile remained, but she scrunched her eyebrows. âHow did you hear about that?â
âHow could I not? Y/N Y/L/N, coming to watch us play. I wonât be surprised if social media was buzzing about that rather than the actual match.â
If Kyra knew, that meant the entire team knew. She would endure the endless teasing if it meant getting to see you again, though.
Leah had found where you were sitting right from the start, in the VIP box where her friends and family sat, the usual spot you occupied when you were still together. Back then, she would watch you jog down the stairs with a blinding grin on your face, hop over the barricade and pull her into a bone-crushing hug. It could be a sold-out Emirates Stadium, but the only thing she wanted to watch was you. She still wanted to.
âHi! Great game today.â You didnât hug her, but did something far worse. You swung your arm and gave her bicep a quick pat, like a friend would.
âThanks,â she said. âShould have scored that header though.â
âHey, donât put yourself down like that. You were great.â Somehow, your words made her feel worse about herself, and she just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again. They felt patronizing.
Not far away, Bethâs joyful laughter cut through her sulking. Turning to look at the woman, she saw Beth wrapping her arms tightly around Vivâs neck and the Dutch spinning her around gleefully. Viv had managed to score a hat-trick todayâher first since returning from her ACL injuryâand even if she didnât celebrate such an important feat, she would be dragged into one because her girlfriend definitely wouldnât leave it alone.
It reminded her of when she would come home and celebrate her wins with you. She didnât need any fancy parties or lavish gifts, just being in your company was more than enough. You would always end up buying her gifts though. âJust becauseâ, you would say, the I love you going unspoken, but she knew it was there. She could always feel it hanging in the silence, in the spaces in your home, even when you were half a world away filming. She could always feel it, like a hearth, a palpable warmth flickering in her chest.
It made her envious watching Beth and Viv that they had what she once did.
âY/N! You made it!â Bethâs voice tore Leah from her thoughts.
Despite her sentimental predicament, a chuckle made its way onto her lips as she watched you embrace Beth like two schoolgirls finally united again after the summer holidays.
âHow long are you staying in London?â Beth asked.
âI donât know, really,â you replied. âIâm doing a thing with Stella McCartney, so it might take a while.â
Leah couldnât help but perk up at that. She could feel Viv glancing at her from the corner of her eyes.
âNo way! Look at ya. Moving on to the fashion world already!â Beth exclaimed and gave your shoulder a light shove.
Only when you and Beth had walked away happily chatting did Vivianne elbow her gently.
âThey seem happy,â the Dutch said.
âYeah,â Leah pursed her lips. âThatâs good.â
âAnd you? Are you happy?â
Leah knew that the both of them knew she wasnât, but that wasnât the right answer. She would not admit to something that she has been working for two years to get over, because it would mean that her woes were all for nothing.
âI am,â she nodded. âIâm glad theyâre happy.â
If anything, Leah still loved you enough to admit that.
ELEVEN. Me.
Leah didnât sleep much these days. She never really didâadrenaline being her biggest enemyâbut she would find herself crying in frustration at four in the morning, unable to fall asleep.
It would be during those torturous hours that she would reminisce on the conversation in which she pulled the plug on your relationship.
It was a slippery slope of miscommunication, both of you were to blame, but she was the one who decided to run away instead of trying to work it out. She still kept the ring in a drawer somewhere, but the memory of your rejection made it to painful to look at.
In hindsight, she could have said it a bit differently, but she was close to exploding the previous days that all of it came flooding out of her.
She replayed the conversation often, like a broken record in her head, swapping out things that she could have said or you could have said that would have lead to a different outcome, maybe one in which she wasnât so miserable two years on.
It was 1:43am, and she was wide awake yet again. Youâd always had an irregular sleep pattern, and she wondered whether you were awake too.
She knew it was a mistake, and that she would regret it in the morning, but she texted you anyway.
hey
are u awake?
Slamming her phone on the other side of the bed, Leah curled in on herself, burying her face in the pillows trying not to cry. If she hadnât looked up in time, she would almost miss the incoming call on her screen. It was you.
âHey,â she picked up after sniffling her tears away.
âHey, you,â your voice was soft and lulling. âWhat an odd time for a footballer to be awake. Shouldnât you be getting your beauty sleep?â
This made her chuckle. âIf I did get all of my beauty sleep, you lot would have no chance.â
âWatch out, everyone. Leah Williamsonâs ego is inflating, try not get crushed by it.â
As Leahâs laughter died down, she felt an awkwardness settled over the line. A silence once so comfortable now felt forced, straining under the pull between what once was and the ruins of it. The heavy weight of unspoken words curled on the tip of her tongue, the broken record of her mistake playing ever louder in her head.
âI didnât expect to hear from you,â you finally broke the silence, your voice teetering between caution and curiosity.
âYeah, well, insomnia makes one do questionable things.â
Leah wondered if she had accidentally revealed too much, and whether it was appropriate to do so. You two werenât intimate anymore, you were barely friends nowadays, the finest thread of your acquaintance lied solely on your hangouts with Beth. How strange it was, you were half of her soul. Now you were almost like passersby on the street.
âIs everything okay?â You asked, a sense of concern in your tone.
âUm,â she hummed, trying to pull herself together. âNot really. I-I havenât been doing too well.â
âLeah,â you said. âI-I know weâre not as close as we were before, but I wasnât lying when I said I still want us to be friendly at least. Iâm here for you. You know that, right?â
âI know.â She said, her voice wavering. She wouldnât be able to hide her feelings from you, never you. âI know. Iâm sorry I didnât reach out sooner.â
âItâs okay, Lee. It hurt me a lot, not gonna lie, but I understand where you were coming from.â
Leah couldnât hold it in anymore, and squeezed her eyes shut, her tears wetting the pillow she lay on. âI canât be your friend, Y/N. I canât just pretend like the last five years didnât happen.â
There was a brief silence once more before you spoke. âI know. Might be selfish of me to wish things were different.â
âThen Iâm selfish too,â she said, almost a whisper.
There was a pause, in which Leah bit the inside of her cheeks so hard they might start bleeding.
âAre you coming to Bethâs thing on Friday?â You asked.
âI think Iâm expected to be there. Why?â
âGood, Iâll be there too. Weâll talk then.â
âOkay,â Leah said dumbly.
âNow, go to sleep.â
She giggled. âYou first.â
TWELVE. Sincerity Is Scary.
Leahâs teammates have teased her many times throughout the evening, stating her unnecessary brooding was actually unnecessary this time and that she should liven up. She really couldnât. Just thinking about seeing you again tonight made her want to have a heart attack and end her misery right there.
But the moment she heard your voice as you stepped into Beth and Vivâs house, a bottle of wine in hand and a bright smile on your lips, Leah felt her anxiety dissipate into oblivion, scolding herself for ever feeling nervous.
After all, it was you.
She waited patiently with a soft smile, her arms folded behind her back as she waited for all the girls to swoon over you. She had all night to keep you company, she was in no rush.
âHey,â you found her after all the canoodling. Extending an arm, you awaited a hug which she gladly accepted.
âHi,â she offered to take your jacket and hung it on the rack by the door. âYou got here alright?â
âMan, the traffic at rush hour,â you sighed exasperatedly. âThatâs the one thing Iâll never get used to. Almost makes me miss you being my personal chauffeur.â
She laughed. âThatâs the only thing I was good for, was it?â
You narrowed your eyes at her teasingly. âNot just that.â
Leah wasnât sure what you meant entirely with Weâll talk then, but seeing as she was the one who stupidly broke up with you, the balls were entirely in your court. She was just happy you were still willing to talk to her after she called you at 2am to blabber her insomniac nonsense.
She wasnât courageous enough to sit directly next to you at the dinner table, but rather took the seat next to Katie who sat in front of you. Courage wasnât something Leah felt much lately, and it took seeing you again for her to admit that. Perhaps she was never brave, but you always made her feel like it anyway.
Everyone loved you, the movie star that graced her teamâs humble dinner. She couldnât help but watch in awe as you managed to charm the pants off of everyone at the table with your witty remarks and crazy anecdotes. You had a presence that made everyone want to be your friend; it made her uncharacteristically shy at trying to get you to notice her, that she resorted to watching you from afar. And the few times you would make eye-contact with her, she could only look away, bashful that she had been caught staring, as her courage dwindling with each gaze.
Later in the night, when everyone was scattered around the house chatting, she found you sitting alone on the patio. Upon closer look, she could make out a smaller, fluffy unit in the form of Myle, Beth and Vivâs little pup, prancing around in front of you, waiting for you to throw the tennis ball in your hand.
The constant sound of the girlsâ conversations died down the moment she stepped out in the backyard, now lit with rows of incandescent lights overhead. Myle barked once with excitement as she spotted Leah approaching.
âI think she wants you to throw it,â you handed her the ball.
She grinned and took it. âNo one beats Auntie Leah.â
Little Myle was quick to launch herself across the yard on a mission to retrieve her precious artifact.
âI wanted a dog really bad, the first year we started dating.â You said, pulling your knees to your chest as a gust of wind pulled at your hair. âI wanted a little corgi or an Italian greyhound. I spent hours looking for one to adopt and researched food, bills, insurance and stuff.â
âWhy didnât you get one?â Leah asked.
âWe havenât even moved in together at that point. Plus, I was still bouncing around, you knew that.â
She did. You were shooting a movie in Canada the few first months you and her started talking. Then, you were hopping around Spain, Portugal and various parts of the UK for another project. It wasnât ideal, but still much closer than Canada. You would fly out every other weekend to watch her play, and she would do the same and visit you on-set, moving most things aside for a couple days with you.
âI would have loved a dog, I donât know about you.â
âIâm sure you would have. Youâd probably love it more than me,â you laughed.
âNo,â Leah shook her head softly. âNever.â
Summer was approaching. She could feel it in the mildness despite the breeze. For a while, the soft murmur of the wind caressing the trees was all she could hear, and Myleâs occasional huff as she impatiently waited for the ball to be tossed again.
You both sat there watching her, fantasizing of a different life, a dream that never materialized, another fragment of memories again tainted by what-ifs. Leah bit her lip, trying to calm her spiraling thoughts. She felt her courage slipping away again.
âIâm sorry I called you the other day,â she pursed her lips. âThat wasnât very appropriate. I should have asked to talk to you properly.â
âDonât worry. Wasnât the worst thing you couldâve done.â She heard you chuckle next to her. âIâve had some time to think about us. Admittedly, I didnât want to think about it at all the first few months, but my therapist told me I had to face it one way or another.â
Leah held her breath. This was the part where you tell her that youâd moved on and that she should stop pestering you. One of her knees started bouncing up and down as she waited for you to talk.
âI had to face the fact that youâre the love of my life, and that night I met you and we danced to Hozier togetherâon the first night we met no lessâwas the second best night of my life. The best was when you told me you loved me. And the worst night of my life was when you broke up with me.â
âIâm sorry,â Leah whispered, feeling her throat tighten at your confession.
âNo,â you said, moving closer. âI donât regret it. I wasnât ready when you proposed, and that was my truth. But Leah, Iâd be lying if I said that Iâd be okay with letting you go again.â
âI shouldâve talked to you about marriage before I asked you to marry me. It wasnât fair on you.â Leah offered you a tearful smile.
âI want to try again. I would do it again for you.â You reached out and wiped away the tears that had silently rolled down her cheeks as she listened to you.
âI thought Iâd lost my chance,â she said. âI thought youâd moved on.â
âOh, baby,â your thumb brushed over her cheek softly. âHow could you think Iâd ever be able to forget about you?â
She let out a soft cry of relief. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and there was only one thing she thought of doing.
So she leaned in, never minding her wet cheeks. The last thing she saw was you closing your eyes too.
âOhâsorry!â
The two of you jumped apart at the voice behind you. Leah turned around with a visible scowl on her face, seeing Beth grimace sheepishly as she called for Myle.
âItâs her dinner time. Come, little one, you hungry?â Beth attempted to explain herself, as Myle sprinted inside. âAlright then. As you were.â
The moment the door closed, you burst into laughter, making her break out of her frown and smile with you. âI canât believe that just happened,â you said, laughing into her shoulder.
âIâm going to kill her,â she shook her head and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.
She didnât mind it too much, because she got to take you home later and make up for the last two years until the early hours of the morning. You and her would laugh about it years later.
THIRTEEN. About You.
Your lover never backed down from a challenge.
That was her way, and that was what made her one of the best in her sport, her unrelenting spirit.
Yet, her legs felt like they would turn to jelly the moment she laid her eyes on you at the end of the aisle, umber dirt covered in white rose petals. She felt like drowning in her emotions which had all risen to the surface, and the waves would only plunge her further into itself until she was completely immobilized by it. But she knew once she was able to pull herself together and walk to you on the other end of that path, heaven would be waiting for her.
The officiate went on and on about love, life, and promises of forever, but she had made that promise to you long before this day. She kissed you fervently the moment she was able to.
It only seemed fitting that the first chapter of your story began with a dance, and the most important one to also end with a dance. She offered you a hand, and you gladly took it, a childish giggle bubbling in your throat. The song you danced to the first night you met rang out in the venue, a soft and folksy tune the backdrop of your falling in love.
âItâs not so bad, is it?â She said with a teasing grin.
You gazed into her eyes like they held the world. You had no idea that her heart beat for you, how her soul yearned for yours, how her life will not forever be intertwined with yours.
You closed your eyes and hummed, swaying with her slowly, just like youâd practiced at home a couple of weeks ago, only that instead of the four walls of your shared home baring witness to this dance, it was all your friends and families.
Memories of the first night you met, and the one in which she promised you her heart bubbled as she saw the serene look in your face. You both have come so far.
You placed your head on her chest for all to see, the way you do when you are tired after long hours of work in front of the camera, when all you wanted was the magic and warmth of her company.
Leah smiled; she couldnât stop smiling. She smiled and smiled until her cheeks ached, even beyond then, until forever.
âNo,â you mumbled. âNot bad at all.â
a/n: happy holidays to everyone :)
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Headcanons for when aot men get jealous? Maybe seeing reader and someone else spending time together and getting agitated and then dragging them away - âPay attention to me not them.â sort of vibe.
đ˘ aot men & jealously
characters included: eren, armin, connie, jean, reiner, bertolt, erwin and levi.
notes: this ask had me floored.
â eren jaeger
he caught you and reiner talking to each other AGAIN.
this has happened one too many times and eren finally loses it.
heâd definitely say something like âwhat about spending time with your boyfriend instead of him, hm?â
very temperamental about the whole thing..
one second heâll be furious, next heâll be sad, next heâll be happy youâre back to spending time with each other
but mostly angry over it.
he storms over and pushes reiner away from you as he comes between the both of you, âwhat the fuck do you think youâre doing with MY partner?â eren asked threateningly âwoah eren we were justââ but before reiner could say anything, eren grabbed your arm and stormed off with you.
â armin arlert
you and jean are very close friends
too close, your boyfriend may say.
armin usually lets things slide at first, he doesnât want to come off as overbearing or jealous
also you and jean are just friends at the end of the day, right?
but one day, you and jean are laughing away as usual and armin asks whatâs so funny and you say..
âoh, itâs an inside joke. you wouldnât get it.â
after you said this, you continued to laugh. but armin had reached his breaking point, he slammed his hands on the dinner table and rose from his seat turning to face you, ây/n. get up.â your smile drops as you also get up from your chair. you two walk out the dinner hall. armin quickly speaks up âpay attention to me, not him.â
â connie springer
you and berty boy were spending wayyy too much quality time together.
making you spend less time with your own boyfriend!
connie obviously took this to heart and had to do what a manâs gotta do
aka pull a prank on bert.
every single day for like 2 weeks, connie would do something just to cause him inconvenience.
just like hiding his things right before practice, stealing food off his plate, replacing his sugar with salt, messing up his laundry etc.
but now what was connie going to do with you? after he pulled one of his pranks on bert he saw you HELPING him so not only do you spend all your time with him but now youâre ruining connieâs revenge plan? nope, not happening. he slams bertâs door open not taking any notice that the both of you are trying to talk to him, he just grabs you and pulls you into the hall. âlast time i checked, i was your boyfriend. so, stop acting like bert is.â
â jean kirstein
there was someone in the survey corps who clearly had a thing for you
but you didnât seem to notice. supposedly.
anyways, you guys would spend quite a bit of time together especially during expeditions.
jean obviously took offence to this and what does he do?
showboatsđŁď¸đŁď¸
while on an expedition, you and this guy were chatting away, killing titans, all the usual stuff. but little did you know, from the back, jean was watching all of this happening and he was getting pissed off. his anger built up so much that when it came to killing the titans be whipped out half of them on his own. everyone was super impressed and the girls started complimenting you for having such a strong, brave boyfriend.
he pulls you aside afterwards and says âthat was because of you and him, you know? so, you better start paying more attention to me now.â
â reiner braun
there was this one guy from garrisons who adored you!
and you thought he was sweet and youâd always try and catch up with him when you could.
which reiner would say was too often.
reiner would definitely intimidate this guy with how huge he is.
itâd be intimidating even reiner wasnt massive because he was just a garrison.
heâd pump his chest out more and wrap his big arms around you in front of him to prove how much bigger and better he was.
and when it came to you, he was so mad. as you stepped away from the garrison guy, he took his arm off of you and grabbed you by the shoulders turning you to face him. âhey. you better stop talking to that fucking whimp. iâm your boyfriend.â
â bertolt hoover
you and connie were super close.
you both trained together, love pulling pranks and just bounce off each other so well.
some people sometimes even think youâre a couple..!
but you already have a boyfriend.
bert doesnât like to speak up about how he feels for a while until something really tips him over the edge.
bert always used to ignore how close you and connie were, he was too shy to say anything in the first place but he also didnât want to ruin your guysâ relationship by being jealous. that was until someone asked if you and connie were a couple. that was his final straw. he calmly walked over to you but grabbed you with a grip you wouldnât expect from bertolt. you found yourself outside with him where he looks you dead in the eyes âunless you actually want connie to be your boyfriend, you better start paying more attention to me, y/n.â
â levi ackerman
you mostly worked in the offices after a bad injury.
and there was this one librarian who really took a liking to you.
but, youâre already coupled up with mr. ackerman.
levi sees you guys talking all the time. sees that youâre in the library quite a lot even when you donât need to be.
because of this he delegated menial work to him and even you, when heâs feel mean.
but when he catches you STILL talking while doing the tasks he set for you, he loses it.
you got distracted from your task when your little librarian friend starts discussing this ancient book he discovered the other day and as you were chatting away, you heard the door creak.. you jump out of your skin, trying to return to your task but it was too late. levi had already seen you. he calmly marched towards you and pulls you away to the other end of the library âis that what i said your task was, y/n? come here, i got a better task for you like helping your boyfriend. not this cretin.â
( however at the end of the week when things were all cleared up and you ask him about it he just says âme? jealous? no, i wasnât.â )
â erwin smith
you and mike were working a little too closely lately.
erwin saw the way mike looked at you longingly
at first he thought it was nothing, he wasnât even jealous!
until mike starts getting more physical
a shoulder brush here, a slight hand touch there
after this, he fully loses it.
erwin side eyes you and mine when he sees his hand gently brush up against yours, it could be pure accident but erwin couldnât care less. he had gone too far. he marched over tall and mighty and swiftly stole you from mike âiâm the only man who gets to do that to you, you hear me?â
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âwe feel things for youâ âĽď¸ tyler galpin x reader x xavier thorpe
summary : xavier and tyler are in a relationship... but what happens when they start having feelings for their best friend?
warnings : smut, double penetration, pet names, teasing, tyler being a meanie, sub xavier, etc.
a/n : weak sex with xavier and tyler <3 i suck nskdjs iâm sorry.
xavier was unsure of many things, but his attraction toward you was not one of them. he didnât know how to explain it. he had tyler, whom he loved, so still... why did he need you as well?
if he were to choose, he could never. you were their best friend and as well as tyler, you had been by his side always. he was fucked, he knew it. but the worst part was, he had to tell tyler as well.
âheyâ xavier jumped as he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, his eyes widening as he looked up at his boyfriend, worried that heâd actually heard his thoughts. âwhatâs wrong?â tyler pursed his lips and sat down across from xavier.
ânothing-â the blond stopped himself with a sigh, he couldnât lie to him. not when he looked so pure and clueless, so innocent. ây/nâ he whispered.
tyler gave him a curious look, his hand covering his boyfriendâs. âas in, our friend y/n?â
âmhmâ he responded, his eyes looking everywhere but at tyler. âwe had a sleepover last night... we didnât do nothing but, she fell asleep on my chestâ xavierâs hand was shaking in his boyfriendâs hold, and he prayed tyler wouldnât notice.
he did.
âyes?â he urged the boy to continue, gripping his hand to reassure him. âkeep going, love. itâs just me.â
thatâs when xavierâs face softened, his lips breaking into a dopey smile. of course, it was only him â his loving boyfriend, the one whoâd always helped him when needed.
he felt a bit more confident now.
âwhen we were there, i felt something...â he whispered, even more confused. âi love you, please remember thatâ he looked up worriedly, his brows furrowed and his heart clenching at the thought of hurting tyler.
tyler smiled softly. âyou want her, donât you?â
âi- i mean, um... yes?â xavier stuttered, biting on his lip as he tried to find a suitable response. âand i know she wants us too, ty. iâm not crazy, iâve seen the way she looks at you, even caught her staring at me a few timesâ he rushed to explain and tyler smiled to himself. even xavier knew that he was oblivious to almost everything, so the fact that he noticed was a suprise.
âshe does, doesnât she?â tyler smirked. âwell, iâve been thinking about her for a while tooâ xavierâs head snapped up, the confession leaving him flabbergasted. âmhm, yes i did. you canât exactly say that you are surprised though. i like pretty thingsâ he caressed xavierâs cheek, the boy melting into his palm instantly.
âletâs go find her, yeah?â
âĽď¸
xavier knew just where to find you â your dorm room. as crazy as it sounded, he was your roommate. you two had grown so close to each other that you had your parents convince principal weems to let you stay with him.
he knocked on the door and tyler gave him a weird look. âwhy would you do that?â
âyes?â you called softly from the other side of the door, closing your book and placing it behind you on the bed.
xavier cleared his throat, his eyes wide as he entered the room, with his boyfriend behind him.
âoh- x, you didnât have to knockâ you smiled softly at him, gulping when you noticed who was standing behind him. tyler.
his hazel eyes were on you as he waved awkwardly, and you returned it the same way.
âyes i know iâm sorry i-â he started rambling, but tyler quickly cut him off, although he was just as nervous, maybe more.
ây/n, we feel things for youâ he spat out, his brows furrowing and his lips pursing at the way he said it â nothing like the speech they had planned on the way to evermore.
xavierâs shoulders dropped as he slapped his forehead. âoh manâ he whispered.
âyou mean.. you like me?â your eyes were wide and your heart was clenching at the mere thought of them liking you back. youâd tried so hard to stay away from both of them because you could never resist being touchy and loving on them all the time, so you didnât want to ruin their relationship.
âyes!â xavier exclaimed, his hands in the air like heâd just won the cup. âwe fucking love you, y/n/n. we want to be with you, please allow us.â
he was giving you the puppy eyes as if he had to convince you. he didnât have to, from the moment they walked in, you were putty in their hands.
âi love you tooâ you confessed softly, taking their hands in yours. âkiss?â
âfuck yesâ tylerâs breath quickened as he smashed his lip onto yours, his hands holding your waist ever so gently. you whimpered against his lips, your free hand that wasnât in tylerâs hair, holding xavierâs tightly as you pulled him to you.
you pulled away from the kiss to rub your roommateâs cheek. he looked at you adoringly, his eyes shifting between your swollen lips and your teary eyes. you were so grateful.
âprettyâ he whispered before his own lips grazed yours, softly kissing you, unlike tyler. he was gentle, and tyler was desperate, but in their own way, both of them wanted to have you.
xavier set his knee in between your parted legs on the bed, and you felt him come closer and closer, giving you an adrenaline rush. your hands came to grip his arms as his knee grazed your clothed core, and you had to break the kiss with a needy whimper.
your eyes were teary and red. you were so desperate for them, and they could see it.
âupâ tyler instructed as you blushed, your eyes looking at the knee xavier was teasing you with. âthere you goâ tyler held your chin and you looked up at him, the tears threatening to spill any second. âwhy are you crying, lovie?â
your breath hitched in your throat. âcus i need youâ you whimpered when tylerâs hand found the hem of your shirt, pulling up until your chest was revealed to them. you were not wearing a bra.
âfuck meâ xavier moaned when he caught sight of your perked nipples, his knee bucking into your sensitive core.
âxavierâ you moaned out and tyler saw it as his cue to move so he was behind you on the bed, his arms wrapping around your delicate waist.
âyou like her tits, pretty boy?â he taunted, staring into xavierâs eyes as he tweaked one of your nipples, causing you to throw your head back.
âuh huhâ he exhaled sharply, and you whined when you no longer felt his knee moving, and you look down, tylerâs hand gripping his boyfriendâs thigh.
âbut why!â you exclaimed, shifting so youâd be able to hump his knee, but it was no use, as tylerâs other hand was gripping your waist as well.
he tutted softly, and your breath hitched as you felt his hand come down to your cunt, pulling your panties to the side. you shuddered at the feeling of his cold fingers against your wet, warm core, and it made tyler groan.
xavier was staring at the way tylerâs fingers played with your folds, spreading the wetness from your hole and onto your clit and lips. âyou wanna taste, my love?â he asked his boyfriend, the submissive boy nodding frantically as he bent down, taking tylerâs fingers in his mouth, and sucking them dry.
it was a sight for sore eyes. the way tyler praised him, the way xavier moaned around his fingers because of you.
âfuck me pleaseâ you begged, and it was almost inaudible. but they heard you.
âwho do you want to fuck, lovely?â tyler spoke softly as he nosed at your neck as he placed small kisses along the sensitive skin.
âbothâ you murmured, your hands shaking with the anticipation. âwant you both inside of me... m-my pussy.â
god, your cheeks were so red.
xavier was acting like an eager puppy. by the time you were done speaking, his cock was springing out of his pants, deliciously red. he seemed to have lost his mind, like he only wanted your cunt, not you.
âhe gets like thisâ tyler soothed your worries, kissing your cheek as you felt him rid himself of his pants as well. âhe wants you so much, baby. tell him what to do, he wonât do anything unless you tell him to.â
your heart warmed at the thought. sure, xavier was a soft, gentle boy, but you never thought heâd be so obedient in the bedroom.
âcan you please get inside of me, bubba?â you asked softly, warm eyes looking up at him.
he nodded, leaning in to peck your lips for a moment. he had his cock in his hand, and he shakily guided it to your pussy, moaning loudly when his tip grazed your clit, causing you to clench around positively... nothing.
his eyes rolled back as he sank into your pussy, his hand gripping the base of his cock. âfeel goodâ he whimpered, falling forward so that his face was hiding against your neck.
âof course you doâ tyler taunted, his free hand carding through xavierâs long hair before he was lifting your hips, so he could get inside of you too.
his hands were massaging your ass as he bottomed out inside of you, his face against the other side of your neck. âshitâ you moaned loudly. you had both of them inside your pussy. both.
it was clearly not your first time, but they were already big as it was. so taking both of them was something else.
âhurt?â xavier looked at you worriedly, and you turned your head to the side to peck his lips. âno, feels so goodâ you whimpered and felt him relax against you.
âcan i have one?â tyler feigned jealousy, and you hurried to smash your lips against his, holding him by his jaw. you clearly did not expect him toâ
ât-tyler!â you cried out when he thrusted harshly into you, feeling as though you were split open, and he encouraged xavier to do the same.
âoopsâ tyler smirked, his hand sliding down to your stomach, and a bit lower until he found your clit. it was swollen and sensitive from xavierâs previous actions, but he did not care. he started pressing onto it like it was a real button.
xavier mewled against your skin, his hand coming up to hold tylerâs free one. tyler could feel his cock already start twitching, âpoor babyâ, he thought.
âhow does it feel, x?â he asked and the boy whined, mumbling a small âperfectâ as he rutted into you, his tears falling onto your exposed skin.
âgive her more... cum in her, she wants it. donât you, honey?â tyler taunted and you sighed, your heartbeat picking up as you nodded desperately.
you were exhausted from cumming a couple times already, and you needed their cum. you craved it.
the room was filled with all kinds of sounds. whimpers from xavier, low grunts from tyler, soft âclappingâ sounds from how fast they were fucking you. until xavier couldnât last no more.
âcumminââ he cried weakly and you could feel him get more and more desperate as the seconds were passing.
âgo ahead, baby. let us feel youâ tyler encouraged him, and although he was not a very vocal person in bed, sound-wise, he let out a loud cry and gripped your hips as they both stilled inside of you at the same time.
it was nothing like youâd ever felt before. tyler could feel xavierâs cock throb as he came inside of you, and you could feel it too, but twice.
âĽď¸
âtook me to fucking heavenâ tyler exhaled deeply and dropped on the bed as well, causing you to giggle softly.
âthink someone isnât back yetâ you pointed to xavier who was laying on his tummy, his forehead sweaty as he faced you two.
he smiled. you thought he couldnât hear you, but he most definitely did. âyou are just that good, huh? let me feed into your egos a little more.â
â
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One Word (Yandere!Toji x Reader)
~All he wants is a name~
CW: Previous abusive relationships. Current abusive relationship. Yandere!Toji. Kidnapping. Implied NSFW(kinda).
Word Count: 950
Reqs are OPEN! At the top of my page you can see what fandoms I write for, so DM me with your ideas!
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Your hand squeezed the doorknob so hard you swore you heard your knuckles crack. Trembling, you let your sweaty forehead rest against the bathroom door, closing your eyes.
âCome on, sweetheart,â Toji crooned from the other side of the door. âAll you have to do is give me a name. Just one word, then itâll all be over.â
Even though he couldnât see you, you shook your head. âNo. I donât want anyone else to get hurt because of me.â
From the other side of the door you heard a thump. When Toji spoke again, his voice was louder. He was probably leaning against it. âReally? Youâre trying to protect the guy that beat on you for three months?â
âToji,â you said. You knew how much he loved it when you said his name. Maybe it would make him go easy on you, and you could escape today without any blood on your hands. âHeâs not here. When I left him, he never even looked back. I bet he doesnât even remember my name.â
You bit your tongue until you tasted the salty tang of blood as you waited for his response. On the other side of the door he was silent; you couldnât even hear his breath, and you were surprised that he hadnât forced his way in yet.
It was a courtesy, you knew. Ever since Toji brought you - kidnapped you - to his home in a secluded countryside, he had removed all the locks in the house, except for the front door and windows, the former of which he had the only key, while the latter he had bolted shut. The only reason he hadnât pushed into the bathroom was out of some misplaced respect for you. Or maybe he was having fun.
He was probably having fun.
It seemed like you were destined to have one abusive relationship after another. Your first boyfriend was notorious for his gaslighting of you, and you had to deal with a year of feeling like you were crazy until you finally caught on. Your second boyfriend had seemed, at first, to be a little better. Until you found out you were the other woman, and he had a wife and two kids with a third on the way. Your third boyfriend had worked slower. While you had dated and broken up with the other two in a span of a year or less, this one had worked with a deadly patience.
Your honeymoon phase lasted two years before any dangerous signs decided to show themselves. At first, you excused it by saying he was stressed, an excuse which would damn you. He would come home angry, shout at you, pick at every little mistake you made, then leave again. But heâd make it better the next day, bringing you gifts, cleaning the house, and taking you out to picture perfect dates. Later, you would learn that this was called love bombing. You thought it would get better, but each day it only got worse, building to a deadly climax.
It got worse and worse until one night, you found yourself out on the street, fleeing from your boyfriend and nursing a broken wrist. That was how you met Toji. He took you to the hospital, and after you left your boyfriend, you couldnât say anything but yes when he asked you out on a date. Your reprieve lasted only three weeks, until one day you woke up in a strange bed, in a strange house, and Toji explained that youâd never leave.
Four months later, and you were here, hiding in the bathroom from a man that could break the door down with one hand. He had demonstrated his inhuman strength dozens of times, and though heâd never laid a hand on you, every time you saw him crumple a doorknob in with a single squeez, or snap a crowbar in half like a twig, you were left shaking.
âListen, babe,â Toji said. âYou know I love your loyalty, but my patience will only last so long. You just have to give me a name, and Iâll do the rest.â
You felt your heart plummet.
âPlease,â you whispered. âPlease, Toji, I donât want anyone else to die because of me.â
Toji snorted. âWhy? Donât tell me you still love him. A guy like that doesnât deserve anything from you.â
You wondered if he could hear how ironic that statement was, coming from him.Â
âNo!,â you cried swiftly. âI just donât want to be reminded of him again, thatâs all. Toji, I never loved him-â a lie â-Iâve only ever cared for you!â Another lie, but maybe this one would make him give up.
There was silence from the other side of the door, lasting long enough that you felt hope start to bloom in your chest. Then you heard a familiar sound that made your eyes sting anew, a sound like the crumpling of a soda can. Toji had just crushed the bathroomâs door handle.
It was useless, but you still pushed back as he forced the door open. You still fought when he swept you into his arms. You snarled and cursed when he threw you onto the bed, because while Toji might be dangerous, he had never turned his anger towards you. You turned your head away when he tried to kiss you, but he only took your face in one calloused hand, holding it steady so he could place a quick kiss on your lips.
âI thought you already learned that what I want, I get,â Toji murmured. âBy morning, Iâll be leaving with a name, no matter what.â
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Glitchy [ Vox x F!Reader ]
A/N: I needed more Vox x reader content. Might be a little bit off character but anways. Let me feed yall the way I was
You worked yourself up to finally be working with the Vees. Your rise in the ranks didn't go unnoticed. If you were called to fix the other employees' messes, a shiver would go down the spine of the unfortunate one that has to deal with you.
Velvette adored your cutthroat personality. You to quickly became best friends. She made sure you were wearing the latest trends and looked utmost presentable and in return you made sure her models didn't stay out of line.
Valentino tried to get you to be one of his top showgirls, something about making you as rich and powerful as him, to which you impolitely said no. He didn't take it to heart too much and you two were a force to be messed with. You didn't mind getting your hands dirty keeping his stars in control out on the streets.
Vox was a different case. He seemed to keep his distance from you. Every time you asked him if he needed help, because he looks like he needed it, he would say no and quickly zap away into whichever electricity box was closest.
"Vel, does he hate me or something?" You whine at your overlord bestie, "Oh if only you knew, Y/N." She laughs as she continues to scroll through her phone. "You know, for a best friend that says they won't keep secrets, you sure are keeping this thing a secret." You huff, "I just want to know why, at every given opportunity, he seems to just look away or dash into wherever he goes."
Valentino slides into the conversation, puffing his smoke above your sulking head, "Oh, honey, trust us. He adores you. Worships you even." He grins, "He literally can't keep you off of his screens, babe."
Velvette rolls her eyes, "He literally won't stop talking about you every time you're not in the room." She rests her head on her chin, "Have you seen the way his face looks when you walk into the room in my top outfits? He gets such a har-"
Before they could continue, the lights flickered in the room and Vox zaps in front of the two Vees that are currently exposing his secrets. "Excuse me, what the fuck are you two talking about?" His screen glitched a bit. "Oh nothing. Just telling her how you really feel."
"It's not your How about you answer her question then fuckface?" Velvette grinned in his face before walking towards the door, "Have fun sweetheart."
It was not just the two of you in the room. Awkward silence filled the room. "So," You start off to break the silence but Vox cuts you off, "What did they tell you?"
"Well, they just said some crazy things like how you're obsessed with me and stuff but I honestly don't believe it considering this is the most we've ever spoke to each other since I started climbing the ranks." You scoff, "Hell! I'm basically a part of the Vees now and you still ignore me. Do you...hate me or something? Did I offend you in a way? I just want to know why you're so put off by me."
Vox's smile drops and he turns, "No. I don't hate you." He sighs, "I just. Ever since you became a part of the company, you climbed so fast and it caught my attention. Your bloodlust, your passion, the way you aren't afraid to get your hands dirty for the sake of the company...It was..." He stumbles over his words, "It was fucking hot!"
Awkward silence again. You stare at him and blinked a couple of times, "Excuse me?" You ask, voice full of disbelief. Vox clears his throat before continuing, fixing his suit as he takes a couple steps towards you. "When you and Velvette became closer, I was ecstatic. I thought finally the chance I get to talk to you but FUCK she dressed you so hot. That little bit did that on purpose." He glitched again.
You get up and got closer to him. You look up at the flustered overlord, "So, do you like me then? Or am I just an entertaining toy for you like Valentino's toys?"
"No I like you! Fuck you make me short-circuit every time I see you in action. Val wasn't lying when he said I couldn't keep you off my screens. You keep me on my toes, babe." He took your hands in his, "I will kill any motherfucker that lays a single finger on your hair. I want to run this company with you by my side. So are you up for it?"
"Maybe." You pull away, "Prove yourself to me, hotshot. Maybe I'll forgive you for zapping away everytime I talk to you." You smile as you walk towards the door, "I'll talk to you later, babe." You blow him a kiss before leaving.
Vox stood there in disbelief, unsure if that was a win or a lose. There's one thing he knows for sure: he will never ignore you again.
And that he needs to take care of a little problem he has down there.
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đđđşđşđŽđżđ: Media girl, y/n, who worked for the devils. meeting Jack Hughes, was not on the bucket list.
so what happens when they start hooking up, and itâs forbidden to have any further relationship?
đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ: another angsty fic, (sorry!) swearing, mentions to smut - none is written!! That is all!
Another fic for you lovelyâsđ You guys gave my other one so much love so I wrote this quick fic I had in mind, let me know if you want part two. Xoxo
âWe canât keep doing this Jack, I canât risk my job for a relationship-âÂ
You found yourself in Jack Hughes bed more often than your own. The two of you bonded quickly, easily, which led to one thing or another, and for the past 2 and a half months, youâve been hooking up with Jack or seeing Jack almost every other day. It was hard not too, since you worked for the devils media team, and he played for them. You didnât think about how hard it would be to end something like this, having to see him everyday after, you were too caught up in the bliss of it all.
It was almost like the perfect relationship - except it wasnât. Yes, you were able to spend almost everyday with Jack, you were on roadies with the team for media, you were at every game, every practice⌠except neither of you were anything exclusive, yet. It was the perfect situationship in Jacks eyes. But Iâm yours, it was something that could potentially ruin everything for you. You had to sign a contract when coming too this job, one of the rules was that you were to have no explicit relationship with a co-worker or one of the team players. That rule was quickly broken when you met Jack Hughes, he was charming, handsome, sweet, a bit cocky, and really good in bed.
Now, you laid, cuddled up in a hotel bed somewhere in California, with no other than Jack Hughes. Both naked and clinging onto each other, trying to catch your breath from the recent activities that took place in the hotel room just less than 10 minutes ago. The devils had a roadie throughout the west coast this week, you were lucky enough to get to stay in a hotel for a couple of days before a game, and so were the devils players themselves.
It was late evening, not too late, but also not early. Giving you enough time to sneak back to your hotel room before it could get to a suspicious time at night to be up and walking around.
âBut weâre not in a ârelationshipâ,â Jack spoke, with a unsure tone, as if he was trying to convince himself of it.
âI know. But before we take anything further I think we both need to realize that itâs just gonna hurt more if we do end up going further, itâs best just to stop sooner than later-â
You looked at his face as you both laid on your sides, your bodies intertwined and both of your heads rested on soft pillows facing each other.Â
You watched as Jack shut his eyes, refusing to say anything to you, you took your hand up to his forehead, brushing the damp curls from his forehead. Stopping your hand in his hair.
âJack.â
âI like what we have,â he said softly, running his hand up and down your hip, âand I like you. Is that so wrong?âÂ
âNo! Yes-â you spoke quick, shaking your head, âI just canât lose this job, Jack. Sneaking around wouldnât be easy.â
âBut we do just fine at sneaking aroundâŚâ his eyes were big- sad, and glossy, looking at you like you were breaking his heart. Probably because you were.
âThatâs different Jack!â You snap, his body tense and his grip of you losens, âI didnât mean to yell at you. I-Iâm just so- I donât want to have to hide my relationship. I want fo be able to do things- This isnât what I want,â
Jack sat up, letting go of you completely, you werenât sure why, but you were sure that in that moment, that you could feel your heart breaking too. Because you do want Jack, but you canât have him.
âGo.â Jack slid a hand down over his face, his eyes glossy and his voice almost breaking.
âWhat?â
âJ-just get out-â Jack couldnât even look at you when he said it, looking down at his lap while tears threatened to spill out of his eyes. The thing with you and jack was that things were always easy, like a walk in the park. Only a few times you found yourself having to speak to him like this, almost never. It was an easy type of love, yet so difficult. You wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms, his heartbroken form broke your heart.Â
He was never good at communicating, especially his feelings.
âJack your being ridiculous-â
âFor fucks sake- Just leave, this isnât what you want? Fine. Just donât come crawling back to me when you realize that a stupid job isn't worth getting in the way of the person you're in love with.âÂ
Oh. Ouch.
It took you a minute to register what he said, when you did, you were quick to get out of the bed, the bed not even 20 minutes ago that you were making love to the boy who now most likely hated your guts.
You quickly found your clothes, gathering them in your arms, and throwing on your robe that you bring with you. You stopped by the door, tears rolling down your cheeks, turning towards jack, who sat in the same position, staring at the opposite side of the hotel room.
âIâm sorry Jack. I really wish you the best,â you wiped your cheeks, opening the door and stepping out. When you closed it, it felt like a part of your life - an era of your life ended. Right there and then.
Before you could continue to walk back to your hotel room, you turned, leaning up against his door and taking deep breaths, doing your best to hold back the sobs that had been waiting to come out.
âY/n?âÂ
Oh Shit.
Let me know if a part two is something you guys would want to see!!!
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Cruel Summer
no rules in breakable heaven
Pairing: Jaime Tartt x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ - smut(f receiving oral, other implied nonsense, cursing
Word Count: 5.5k
Authorâs Note: clearly Iâve gotten caught up in the babygirl wave, my lovely wife @andr0medafallen helped me immensely and I love her. Also Iâm just a slutty little virgin so I canât be held accountable for any inaccuracies
Conversations are swirling around you, music is blasting from a building down the street, youâre keenly aware of the blood pumping in your veins, and you need a goddamn break.
You loved spending time with Keeley, you really did, but itâs hot and muggy outside, and this is the fifth party youâd been to in the past week. Tonight, at least, is with the Richmond boys, and not some friend of a friend of Keeleyâs where all you do is stand in the corner and drink by yourself. Keeley, ever the social butterfly, is off chatting with Rebecca and Leslie, giving you the opportunity to focus on not losing your mind.
Itâs strange, to feel so simultaneously alive and asleep, and you could swear you can feel the air buzzing in your ears. You simultaneously want to go to bed and to stay awake for the rest of the night, itâs like your mind canât figure out what it needs.
And then Jamieâs walking over to you and the world comes back into focus.
The two of you arenât very close, connected mostly through your separate friendships with Keeley, but from what youâve heard from her and from the internet, he seems to be turning over a new leaf. Though, there was a part of you that enjoyed his bad boy attitude, even when he was a bit of a dick.
Maybe you just had a thing for men who were emotionally unavailable.
âWant me to walk you home?â Jamie says after a few seconds of standing next to each other in silence, shocking you out of your silent appraisal of your surroundings.
âHuh?â Clearly, your brain-mouth connection is taking a while to get up to speed.
âYou seem kinda out of it, I know you came with Keeley, figured I should ask if you wanted to leave.â
The kindness of his offer is a little shocking in the way itâs so purely sweet, and again, your brain seems a little slow on the draw.
âIâm alright, I can call a car in a bit,â you tell him, not wanting to drag him away from a fun night just because he saw you acting all mopey and uncomfortable.
âAre you sure? I wouldnât mind getting outta here,â and then itâs clear to you that his offer is simply an excuse for him to leave the party, and while your heart drops a little you canât say you blame him.
âWhat the hell,â you respond anyway, finishing your drink before you turn to follow Jamie out of the party, stopping by Keeley to let her know youâre headed home.
The walk back to your place is mostly silent, the air hanging heavy and thick as you try to figure Jamie out. Itâs clear that heâs changed from the first time youâd met him, back when he was only Keeleyâs douchebag of a boyfriend, shortly before his stint on reality TV. Now, though, he seems different in some way that you canât quite puzzle out.
âWanna come up?â You offer, your heart and your brain in a heated argument over how awful and irresponsible of a decision that is.
âNah, Iâm alright,â he sticks his hands in his pockets and you try not to let your heart sink onto the ground with this cool-guy routine of his.
Still, you thank him for taking you home and head up to your apartment, flicking off your shoes and berating yourself for acting the way you did. Even though youâre an adult, and wanting to sleep with someone doesnât make you a bad person, thereâs a layer of guilt that hangs over your simple question, over your desires.
Maybe itâs because heâs Keeleyâs ex, and even though sheâs moved on and found her perfect match, girl code says you shouldnât even look at him. Maybe itâs because as far as you know, heâs an awful person who would treat you like nothing. Or maybe itâs because heâs actually worked on himself and youâre going to self-sabotage anything good that could even possibly happen.
The guilt you taste at the back of your mouth doesnât change the fact that you want him, though, so you throw a longing glance out your window and are surprised to see Jamie still standing on the street below. As quick as you can in your old building, you unlatch the window and push it open, sticking your head out.
âChange your mind?â You ask, a grin spreading on your face when Jamie jumps at the sound of your voice.
âThat ok?â He throws back, looking a little bashful and so unfairly adorable that he makes you a little dizzy. You just nod in response, and he seems to get the message because he disappears from view and a few seconds later, thereâs a knock at your door.
Briefly, you wonder if he ran up the stairs.
Thereâs a part of your brain that keeps screaming about how this is a bad idea, that come morning youâre going to regret this, but you do your best to ignore it as you close the door behind Jamie and press your lips to his. His hands find your waist, settling there with a firm grasp, and you hope you never need oxygen again.
Itâs addicting, the way he touches you, the way he kisses you, and you do your best to ignore the alarm bells ringing in your mind that youâre never going to be able to move on from this and instead just enjoy yourself. Moving on autopilot, you find yourself at your bedroom door, and feeling lightheaded you pull away from Jamie and rest your forehead on his.
âCan I?â He breathes against your mouth, fingers grasping the bottom hem of your shirt. You nod enthusiastically, your nose brushing against his. Once your shirt is flung somewhere into the depths of your room, Jamieâs hands settle on your bare ribs.
Pushing every worry you have to the back of your brain, you follow Jamieâs lead and, with his help, pull his shirt over his head as he walks you back towards your bed. Obviously, youâd known he was fit, but seeing him so close, so open to your touch is a whole other feeling. You want to trace his entire body, his scars and bruises and tattoos, first with your hands and then with your mouth.
âThis is just a one time thing, yeah?â Jamie asks as your hands settle onto his jaw, trying to bring him in for another kiss.
âYeah, of course,â you respond, being the cool girl you know youâre meant to be even as you fantasize about hearing the stories behind his tattoos and spending mornings together.
Itâs practically impossible for you to keep your hands off of him, every layer removed giving you more of his skin to explore. Jamie, though, seems just as greedy as you are, kissing and touching his way across your body. You feel alive, electric in ways youâve never felt before. Itâs as if every moment you spend with Jamie, he takes up more and more space in your brain, until heâs all you can think about.
Jamie, as he bites that sensitive spot underneath your jaw bone with a grin.
Jamie, as he trails kisses down the center of your body, from your sternum to your belly button.
Jamie, as he moves lower and lower, his hands resting on your inner thighs.
Jamie, heâs all you think about until you canât think of anything, your mind shut off and your body rewired as you feel like youâre exploding from the inside out.
And then everything comes rushing back in, all the sounds and scents and feelings of your apartment, all the thoughts youâd tried to keep away. You still havenât said anything, focusing on breathing and not floating away.
âYou need water or something?â Jamie asks from his spot on the pillow next to you, watching as your breath continues to heave in and out of your chest.
âThis is my place, shouldnât I be asking you that?â You retort once it feels as if your heart wonât escape your chest.
âThere arenât any rules about who gets water.â You watch as a smirk grows across his face, âBesides, you look like you need it more than me.â
Trying not to give in to his teasing, you hide your face in your hands and groan, âMaybe that means you should have been trying harder.â He shrugs, conceding before he slips off your bed and begins the hunt around for his clothes. You wish you could ask him to stay, even just for a few minutes longer, but instead you shrug on a large t-shirt and walk him to the door.
âSee you around,â you offer as you lean in the doorway, Jamie making his way to the stairs.
âYeah, sure, see ya.â And then you're left all alone again, your brain running wild within your skull, so you make your way back to your bed in the hopes that you can fall asleep and pretend you arenât regretting all of your life decisions.
The next few times you see Jamie, the two of you talk sparingly, sticking mainly to waves across the room or slightly uncomfortable smiles. And itâs a shame, because youâve found that you actually enjoy talking to Jamie, but now youâre not so certain you can handle yourself around him.
Even though you know Jamieâs not looking for a relationship, itâs hard not to think about what youâd be like together, if youâd even work out, because in your mind, whatâs the point of trying if you know youâre going to fail? Why would you enter into a relationship with someone if you know it couldnât possibly last?
âHey,â a voice says from behind, shocking you out of your introspection. You jump, ready to scold whoever snuck up on you when you hear Jamieâs laughter, happy and loose.
âJesus, Jamie, you scared me to death,â you tell him as his laughter dies down, eyes scanning for anyone watching your interactions. You know that no one cares, that people have casual relationships all the time, but you canât help but feel like youâd be judged for doing the same.
âYou wanna get out of here?â He asks, and you can tell from his voice, from his eyes, from the way heâs holding himself, what heâs really asking you.
âI thought that was a one time thing?â You hide your smile by taking a sip of your drink and delighting in the way Jamieâs cheeks redden.
âWhat I meant was, itâs just a no-strings-attached thing.â
âIâm flattered,â you tell him, already turning to leave and planning your text to Keeley that you hadnât felt well and called an Uber to leave early.
Instead of an Uber, though, you find yourself pressed up against Jamieâs car, his hands holding your waist and his tongue down your throat. As much as you loved the attention, you pulled away, placing a gentle hand on his cheek when he tried to follow.
âSomeone could see,â you whisper against him, trying to keep an ear out for anyone else leaving the small party at Colinâs house. This seems to bring Jamie back to his senses, though, because he unlocks his car and slips inside, but only after he kisses you one last time.
The drive to his place is short, leaving the two of you sitting in his driveway, no sounds but the noises filtering in through the cracked windows. Thereâs something about this, about him, that just feels like summer, like late sleepless nights and days spent in bed.
Even though neither of you have spoken about it, you can tell that whatever relationship you have with Jamie ends with the summer. You know this is for the best, knowing that once training and games pick up again heâll barely have time for friends, let alone any other kind of relationship, but you hate the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop. It feels like thereâs an expiration date, some dark cloud looming over your sunny day, and itâs making it hard to enjoy the time you do have with Jamie.
Youâd never say any of this to him, though, because youâre not even sure if youâre really friends, if this relationship you have is anything beyond physical. Itâs not as though you sit around pining after Jamie Tartt all day, but you canât help but feel left out whenever you see him with his actual friends, as if youâre missing something important about him. The two of you have a surface level connection, and youâre fine with that, you really are, itâs just hard not to get caught up in your own head.
Jamie, though, is doing his best to get rid of seemingly every thought you have, leaning over the center console to kiss you again. Itâs cramped and a little awkward and you donât have any room to move around, but you canât stop. Eventually, the two of you break apart for long enough to stumble into Jamieâs house and then youâre being pushed backwards to his bedroom.
The realization hits you that this is the first time youâve ever been to Jamieâs house, and you canât help but look around his bedroom, taking in all of his choices in decorations and knick-knacks.
âThatâs a pretty color,â you say absentmindedly, starting off into his room.
âIâm sorry, am I boring you?â Jamie asks, pulling back from where heâd been sucking a mark onto your chest.
You canât help but laugh, loud and unrestrained, as you run your fingers through the strands of hair hanging in Jamieâs eyes, giving them a gentle tug. Looking down after you catch your breath, you notice Jamie smiling at you and suddenly you feel too exposed, too open and you want to turn and run and never see him again but instead you use your light grip on his hair to pull him up for a kiss.
Thereâs a strange feeling deep in your stomach, one that you plan to ignore for as long as you can because itâs distracting you from Jamie. At first, youâd just thought it was the want filling your body, the urge to pull him impossibly close and feel him impossibly deep, but the feelingâs still there hours later as you lie boneless and sleepy.
Jamieâs off getting you some water, even though you never asked for any, and when he returns youâre dozing on his pillow, resisting the urge to snuggle under his sheets.
âYou can just stay here tonight, if you want,â Jamie offers, sitting on the other side of the bed and staring off into space before quietly adding, âI wouldnât mind.â
âYour bed is pretty comfortable,â you reply, thankful that you donât have to get up and go searching for your clothes.
Instead, Jamie hands you the glass of water and a t-shirt, one that you gratefully slip on before getting under the covers. You fall asleep almost immediately, exhaustion spread throughout your entire body and mind, so you never know that Jamie lies awake almost the whole night, staring at the ceiling and trying not to wake you up or think about how perfect you look while asleep next to him.
When you do wake up, itâs with the sun streaming through the windows and Jamieâs arm slung over your waist. The two of you are impossibly close, both sharing the same pillow despite the size of his bed. It pains you to notice that heâs incredibly adorable when heâs sleeping. Part of you wants to kiss him all over and wake him, but the other just wants to let him sleep forever, watching as he breathes.
Luckily, you donât need to make that choice, as Jamieâs eyes flutter open and you can see when he realizes just how close the two of you are and he tries to play it smooth but he scoots back to the side he fell asleep on.
âDid you sleep alright?â He asks, and youâre more focused on the scratchy way his voice sounds than the actual question. You just nod, hoping that was the right answer and delighting when he smiles, all soft and sweet and just for you.
You need to leave, get out while you still can before you end up spending the whole day with Jamie, because you know if you stay for a second longer youâre never going to want to leave him. Most of your time together was spent sleeping, but it's already almost impossibly hard to leave him. While you still have your resolve, you slip out of his insanely comfortable bed and go hunting for your clothes. It kills you a little inside when Jamie doesnât stop you.
âWant me to drive you?â He asks, sitting up and moving to get out of bed and you need to stop yourself from staring at his toned chest, at the shorts low on his hips.
âNo, I can just walk, itâs a nice day,â you lie, having no idea what the weather was like but hoping that summer wouldnât let you down. Jamie nods, settles back into bed, and you could swear your heart physically aches because none of this should be happening.
You shouldnât even be here in the first place, but here you are not wanting to leave. You shouldnât be staring at him, with his mussed hair and his tattoos on full display. You shouldnât have any feelings for him besides physical attraction and the basic feelings of friendship, but youâre starting to worry about that feeling in your belly that just grows and grows every second you spend with Jamie.
âSee you around,â you tell him, leaving as quickly as you can before you convince yourself to stay any longer. You wander around London, all turned around and trying to find your flat without thinking of Jamie, while Jamie sits at home and tries not to think of you.
The rest of your day is spent doing meaningless activities, chores and work youâd been putting off for weeks. You wash your sheets and clean your fridge and respond to emails, trying your hardest to keep your mind off Jamie. Itâs impossible, and the second you find yourself distracted, your mind wanders right back to him. What you really need is to leave your house, find someplace with blasting music and bodies pressed impossibly close, somewhere that youâll have no space to think of anything, let alone Jamie.
Lucky for you, Keeley stays busy, always having one event or another she needs to go to and she always lets you tag along. Tonight your mission is to stop thinking of Jamie, even if that doesnât mean going home with someone else. Just for a few hours, you donât need him consuming your every thought.
Unfortunately for you, Jamie is always welcome with Keeley and has the same exact plan as you.
The air inside the bar is stifling, as if thereâs no air conditioning and no windows, just the thick summer heat. You notice Jamie almost immediately, though it would be impossible not to with his highlights and his beaming smile, like your own personal sun. As much as you try to fight it, you canât help but wonder if he noticed you at all, if he thinks of you at all when youâre not together.
Youâre two drinks deep and you canât help but think about Jamie, about what he thinks of you. Are you really just someone to fuck, someone whoâs attractive enough for him to sleep with you whenever he feels the urge?
Youâre three drinks deep and you canât help but wonder if you could ever be anything more to him, if heâd ever want that. Itâs common knowledge that Jamieâs still a little hooked on Keeley, and who could blame him, but are you really just a distraction?
Youâre four drinks deep and you canât stop crying, the tears flowing like rivers as Keeley and Rebecca try their best to comfort you, to calm you down. Eventually, Rebecca calls you a car and Keeley waits with you, ready to leave and make sure you get home safely.
âIâm fine, Iâm fine, I promise,â you say through your sobs as you sit in the backseat on your way to your apartment, Keeley rubbing up and down your arms in a soothing manner.
âThis isnât about Jamie, is it?â She asks in that kind, understanding voice of hers and it only makes you cry harder.
âI think I love him and it fucking sucks.â Keeleyâs hand moves to smooth over your hair as you lean against her, all the fight draining out of your body.
âBabe, just tell him.â You canât help but shoot her a glare, one that she brushes off with a laugh, âWhatâs the worst that could happen? He wonât sleep with you anymore?â
Your mouth drops open, shocked to your core that Keeley knew about what the two of you had been doing and your heart breaks a little more because you feel like youâve just betrayed one of your best friends. Keeley, though, gives you a supportive little squeeze, one that tells you that she isnât mad at all.
That was one of your favorite things about Keeley, how supportive she is of all of the people she loves, no matter the situation. Sheâs wise beyond her years and is the kind of person who will go out and get whatever she wants through her own hard work and determination. Keeley is absolutely someone you need on your side, and it hits you just how thankful you are for her and all she does for you.
Here you are, sobbing over a boy, and Keeley does nothing but support you and try to help you calm down. She doesnât look at you like youâre over-dramatic or crazy and instead is doing her best to fix whatever was making you feel this way.
âClearly, this whole situation-ship is hurting you, and if he doesnât want the same things as you, maybe itâs time to let it end,â she finishes with another loving squeeze, just as the car pulls up outside of your building.
The two of you slide out of the car, Keeley offering you her hand as she helps you up to your apartment and youâre left reeling by what sheâs said. You didnât even know you wanted something more until it hit you like a ton of bricks tonight, Jamie consuming your thoughts in all the wrong ways. You know Keeleyâs right, that whatever you have going on is only going to hurt you in the long run, so you resolve to tell him everything the next time you see him.
Keeleyâs wise words from the car and the glass of water she gave you before she left after confirming no less than ten times that you were okay have you sobering up rather quickly. Youâre left feeling embarrassed and exhausted to the bone, wanting nothing more than to lay down in your bed and stay there for the next hundred years, but suddenly thereâs a knock at your door and Jamieâs standing outside.
âKeeley let me in, hope thatâs ok,â he tells you, seeming slightly uncomfortable and you briefly wonder if itâs because of your puffy eyes and slightly disheveled appearance, embarrassment coursing hot through your blood. âJust wanted to make sure you were alright.â
Jamie always keeps you on your toes, and though you know this isnât a big deal, it warms your heart all the same. Jamie Tartt, drama queen footballer and prick reality star, is at your front door to see if youâre ok because you left a bar crying. Youâd promised yourself that the next time you saw Jamie, youâd sit him down and talk about your feelings, vowing that you wouldnât hide them anymore.
But here Jamie is, being all sweet and concerned, and that plan goes out the window. Thereâs just something about him that makes all the sense leave your body, so instead of having a conversation about your feelings you pull him down by his shoulders and kiss him.
Itâs messy and desperate, and even though youâve sobered up since leaving the bar, your head is spinning and your thoughts are starting to become consumed with Jamie. Thereâs a weight behind it this time, one that youâre sure the both of you are aware of, because Jamieâs hands are gripping your waist with a bruising force and you barely even pull away from him to breathe.
Both of you know something is going to change.
As you make your way to your bedroom, clothing is thrown down the hallway, a sock here and a shoe there, until you almost trip trying to remove your pants. Luckily for you, though, after what seemed like a miles long walk, you finally reached your bedroom door.
Jamie pushes you gently inside, breaking the kiss but staying close enough to breathe the same air, and he keeps pushing you back until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fall onto it with a sound of surprise. Jamie just smiles, but itâs soft in a way that makes your insides melt and not the cocky smile he has whenever he scores a goal.
You scramble to sit up, to take your shirt off, but your brain shuts off when you see Jamie get on his knees in front of you. More gently than you ever could have imagined, he tugs on the hem of your pants, bringing them down your hips until you need to push off of the bed to get them down the rest of the way. He continues to pull until they slip free of your feet, and by the time heâs standing again youâre throwing yourself upward to kiss him.
Thereâs just something about him that makes you want to be near him all the time, like a moth to the flame. It doesnât feel self destructive though, and thatâs what scares you. It scares you that you might be hurting yourself without knowing but it scares you more that this might not hurt you at all.
Itâs always a little shocking to you just how gentle Jamie is, the soft way he cradles your jaw when he kisses you and the way he runs his hands up and down your back when he can tell everything is starting to get overwhelming. Of course, he can be plenty rough and you have the bite marks on your thighs and the hickeys on your chest to prove it, but it seems like itâs in his nature to be soft with you.
âYou sure you wanna do this?â He asks, fingers playing gentling with the hem of your shirt.
â100%,â you reply, and give him a quick kiss to reaffirm your statement. Now, he wastes no time in pulling off your shirt and starting to remove his own clothes. It makes you pause, standing there by the foot of your bed in the process of removing your bra, because suddenly heâs shirtless and it never gets any less surprising despite the many times youâve been in this situation.
Itâs not like your being subtle in your ogling, and Jamie just smirks when he sees you staring. He pushes you back onto the bed, softer this time, and you scoot yourself backwards until your head is resting on the pillows. Jamie joins you, pushing your legs open wider so there's room for him to lay in between them.
Then, youâre almost certain youâve died and gone to heaven because heâs slipping his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them over your hips and down your thighs. Youâre absolutely no help, lying there pliant for him to maneuver however he sees fit because youâre fully convinced your brain has stopped working.
Itâs a little startling, how well Jamie knows your body. He always knows the right pressure and movement and location to make you see stars, make your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth drop open. Youâd think that heâd be all bark and no bite, but itâs so clear to you now that he has the skills to back up his attitude.
You have the bite marks to prove it.
Your fingers are itching for something to grab onto, something more substantial than grasping at your bedsheets, so you gently twist Jamieâs hair around your fingers, just enough to ground you, to keep you anchored to your body when you feel like youâre seconds from floating away.
It feels too good, too overwhelming, youâre unable to control any of the sounds that come out of your mouth. Jamieâs hands are gripping, digging into the flesh of your thighs and it stings where his fingernails dig in but itâs so perfect you canât help the way you whine.
The connection between your brain and your mouth must be severed because you keep babbling away about how good, how perfect everything feels. Youâre not thinking at all, only able to focus on the feelings building deep in your belly until Jamie licks at your clit with the perfect amount of pressure and you just fucking lose it. Your mouth drops open and youâre completely unaware of the sounds that come pouring out of your mouth until, âI fucking love you.â
Itâs like youâve been doused in a bucket of ice water and Jamieâs pulling away and youâre fucking terrified and the pleasure thatâs been building inside your body is completely replaced with dread. After you feel Jamie pulling back, you turn your gaze from the ceiling down to between your legs where Jamie still lies.
He just grins, looking like sin himself with your slick making his mouth all shiny and glossy. And then he gets right back to work, nipping at your inner thigh before doubling down his attention, working twice as hard and you donât even remember what youâve said because youâre thrown headfirst back into the intensity of Jamieâs full skill and attention.
Itâs only seconds later when youâre almost certain that youâve died, feeling like an exploding star as your back arches off the bed and you dig your fingers harder into Jamieâs hair and your mouth falls open again. When you regain your sense of existence, your body feels tingly all over as if the remnants of your orgasm are still coursing through your veins.
Breathing hard, you look down to see Jamie resting his head on one of your thighs, just waiting for you to come down from your high. He places a kiss over one of the marks he made on your inner thigh before he crawls up the bed to plant a soft kiss on your lips.
He disappears after that, and youâre a little worried that heâs left you like this before he comes back a few minutes later, with a glass of water and a plate of snacks. The thought of him trifling through your cupboard makes your heart stutter a little and youâre so overwhelmed with feelings that you can only manage to give him a small smile in thanks.
The two of you sit quietly side by side on your bed, eating the snacks Jamie had brought. He checks in on you again and again, making sure youâre totally comfortable. And then, he clears his throat and shifts around, looking uncomfortable and you can feel your heart rising into your throat, dread gripping at your stomach.
âAre we gonna talk about what you said?â He asks, tracing shapes on the bare skin of your knee as he talks and looks anywhere but your face.
âI think I meant it,â you tell him, feeling as if your whole world is crashing down around you. There are other important things in your life, work and friends and family, but thereâs something about Jamie that even after the limited time youâve had together, the thought of losing him makes you sick to your stomach.
âGood, thatâs good to know.â He goes quiet for a moment but his fingers never still in their drawing, âI think so too.â
âGood,â you tell him with a smile, one that he returns and it makes you want to cry because heâs so gorgeous and wonderful and you wonât be losing him after all, thereâs a hope for you, a future, and thatâs all you need.
You know nothing is certain and there are plenty of things that could go wrong, but you try to bask in the afterglow of whatâs been confessed the same way youâd lay in the sunshine. You feel warm and happy and youâre determined to hang onto those feelings, to enjoy the time you spend with Jamie instead of worrying that everything will come crashing down.
Thereâs just something about him, something that makes your worrying come to a pause whenever youâre with him. He brings you an unexpected sort of peace, one that you vow to enjoy now that youâre not worrying when it will disappear, when heâll disappear. For once, that feeling in your chest isnât one of anxiety but one that youâre convinced is love.
You love Jamie Tartt, and that thought isnât as scary as it once was.
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the jjk boys getting jealous
including gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, fushiguro toji,
a/n: hi hi !! hope u are all well and thank you guys for the requests sorry it took so long i hope youâll enjoy ,, not super proud of them but feedback is very appreciated !!!
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warnings: majority of them are a bit suggestive i think thatâs about it
â gojo satoru !
he tells himself he isnât the jealous type, who could compete where they donât compare?
will absolutely shove any jealousy he might feel deep deep down and cover it up with cockiness (he hates when you learn to read him like a book because now itâs just a dead give away)
anytime you do get flirted with or hit on heâll watch happily as you reject them
most of the time heâll stroll on over and snake his arms around you, kissing you with a smile on his face, making sure to make the smooch sound loud enough for the other person to hear
heâll be a bit more handsy than usual, clinging to you and doting on you for a bit longer than usual
heâll be possessive for a bit when he gets you alone, nipping at your skin and kissing you until your head spins and youâre chasing his lips out of sheer need
then his cockiness will fade away, his insecurities rattling around in his head, youâd notice it quickly, taking his face in your hands and making his eyes meet yours
âsatoruâ your voice was firm and he knew he was caught, his stomach hurt a bit, âtalk to me loverâ
heâd try to laugh it off, saying heâs perfectly fine, but after a beat of silence heâd frown, his bright blue eyes darting down to where your hands intertwined
âjust got a bit jealous, made me think maybe you deserve a life without meâ a soft mumble, âalso fucking hated that guy checking you out i wanted to rip his damn head offâ he grumbled
youâd give him all the reassurance he needs, holding him close for the rest of the night, you even let him be the little spoon
heâd fall asleep with a small smile on his face, your fingers carding through his snowy hair mumbling on about a show you were watching
gojo realized he didnât have to be jealous, not when youâre both so madly in love with each other, not when he knew it was going to be forever with you
â nanami kento !
he doesnât get jealous very often, heâs confident in your relationship and he knows nothing could break the love the two of you have for each other
when he does get jealous however he will absolutely scare the hell out of the other person trying to flirt with you
heâs stare at them from behind you with his arms across his chest, muscles straining against his the rolled up sleeves of his button up
his eyes would narrow at any comment theyâd make, but he knew you could handle yourself
âwanna go out sometime?â cockiness in their voice, you could hear kento scoff
âkento what do you think, you wanna go out to dinner with this hot shot?â his lips would turn up into a smile, shaking his head
âIâm alright my love, I would love to break their nose for checking you out thoughâ his voice was deep and their eyes would go wide, walking away from the two of you
when youâd get home he would press a gentle kiss to your lips, his eyes fluttering closed as you laid on his chest
âmy love?â youâd hum in response, opening your eyes and sitting up when he didnât reply immediately, âwhatâs wrong honey?
heâd look at you for a bit, taking in all your features before looking away as he spoke, âyouâre all mine, right?â
you didnât hesitate to reassure him, holding him close to you, âonly yours my love, and youâre all mineâ
the rest of the night was spent between cuddles and giggles, only drifting to sleep when the sun was coming up
nanami didnât care, not when you looked so beautiful in his arms and his heart was full knowing he was the only person to see you like this
â fushiguro megumi !
acts like absolute nothing is wrong, has a little scowl and pout on his face whenever youâre getting hit on but he tries his best to hide it
he makes it a bit obvious when he joins your side, clearing his throat and pulling you to his side, he eyes the person, his gaze unwavering and intimidating
âthis is my boyfriend megumiâ you smile, unaware of the persons flirting attempts
megumis eyes would narrow at the person, causing them to walk the other way because the dark haired sorcerer is flexing his biceps and they do not stand a chance in a fight against him
heâd turn to you, kissing your cheek, âletâs get out of here yeah?â youâd nod, the two of you saying goodbye to any friends present and heading out
the second the door closed to your shared apartment he was all over you, pressing kisses to any exposed skin possible
âyouâre mine, only mine, you got it?â his voice was deep and it sent chills down your spine
âwanted to beat that guy up for looking at you like you were a piece of meatâ the words came out as almost a growl, âdoesnât he know youâre only mine to have?â
your knees were weak and youâre glad his arms were holding you up against the wall, your head spinning as he left marks along your neck, vision blurring as he pressed kisses to the sweet spot on your neck
âIâm only yours gumiâ your voice was a bit shaky and it made him smile against your skin, pulling away and placing a much more gentler, loving kiss to your lips
âletâs go get ready for bedâ heâd whisper and youâd nod, smiling as he carried you to the room, setting you gently on the bed before running the warm water for your shower
when you joined him in bed heâd held you close to him, kissing the top of your head as the two of you talked about your day
heâd say something stupid and youâd burst into a fit of giggles, your cheeks flushed and he smiled at the sound, pressing a kiss on your cheeks
any jealousy he felt fizzled away as his love for you nestled itâs way further into his heart, at the end of the day you were only his, you he was all yours <3
â itadori yuji !
doesnât get jealous because he doesnât know when someoneâs flirting with you
heâd join them in complimenting you, âright? my y/n is just so beautiful and smart im so luck to have themâ confused as to why the other person is staring at him in complete shock
âyuji is my boyfriendâ youâd state, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to you, heâd only smile widely, kissing you happily
when he does catch onto another person flirting he gets very possessive
heâd stare at them with his jaw clenched, friendly eyes now narrowed and dark, his fists clenched at his sides and heâs just waiting for an excuse to punch them in the face
âhow about i take you out and show you what itâs like to be with a real manâ yuji didnât even let you reply, placing you behind him and shoving the guy backwards
âor how about you stop flirting with other peopleâs partners you fucking asshatâ his voice low and you could tell any comment would set him off
âyuji letâs go home, okay?â your voice was sweet and his gaze softened when his eyes landed on you, nodding as you grabbed his hand and led him away from the other man
if the other guy made the mistake of saying something about you as you walked away, yuji would slip out of your grip, punch the guy square in the face and rejoin you like nothing happened
heâd pepper your face with kisses when you got home, apologizing to you for letting his emotions get the best of him
âgot a bit jealous i guess,â heâd mumble and youâd smile, your cheeks flushed and you shook your head
âyouâve got nothing to get jealous of, thereâs no one i want besides youâ heâd giggle at your words, tackling you with a hug and spending the night in each others arms
if he did punch the guy youâd definitely make out with him heavily because of how hot he looked
â inumaki toge !
doesnât get jealous very often, but when he does he will wreak havoc if given the opportunity
toge was waiting outside of your lecture hall, a smile on his face when he spotted you, but it quickly fell when he noticed your classmate making your giggle as you walked towards him
âIâm having a kick back at my place this weekend if you wanna comeâ he smiled, trying his best to charm you, toge rolled his eyes
âIâll see what toge saysâ you reply with a smile, your classmate bumped your shoulder, âyou should come by yourself, we could spend some time just me and youâ
âshut upâ toge growled, his jealousy getting the best of him as your classmates mouth shut, you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes
âtoge!â heâd shrug his shoulders, smiling at you sweetly before pressing a kiss to your cheek, âtuna tunaâ he mumbled, his eyes starring daggers at your friend
he was flirting with you, heâs lucky i didnât do anything worse he signed to you and you gasped at your boyfriends words
âcmon be nice babyâ you smiled, and toge rolled his eyes, looking at your friend, he debated punching him for trying to hit on you but he figured heâd play nice today
âleave, nowâ your friend walked away quickly and toge snaked his arm around your waist, the two of you walking towards his car to drive home
âyou donât have to get jealousâ you smiled once you were in the car, toge scoffed, âfish flakesâ he denied his feelings and your smile only grew
âyou were! why else would you use cursed speech on him?â he froze a bit as he realized he was caught, he remained silent until you arrived home
when the door closed you grabbed his jacket collar, unzipping it quickly and pressing your lips to his, he felt his knees buckle a bit at the sheer fervor of your kiss, quickly moving his lips against yours
âIâm all yours togeâ you whispered, your boyfriend whimpered a bit, his jealousy from earlier resurfacing as he growled a bit
âsay it againâ his voice was deep, you felt goosebumps as the words left him, your mouth opening and repeating your words
toge left love bites all over your neck and chest, being sure to make them visible for your classmate to see the next time he saw you
he doesnât get jealous often, but you pity the person who tries to flirt with you when your lover is with you
â okkotsu yuta !
tries his best to never get jealous, he thinks itâs such an ugly emotion
sometimes however he canât help himself when youâre talking to his best friend and youâve got crinkles by your eyes as toge explained something to you
he tells himself to calm down, that you loved only him and surely his best friend wasnât hitting on you
but the second he heard that cute little giggle leave your lips he was next to you, excusing the both of you and dragging you where no one could hear the two of you
at first heâd just look at you, his eyes full of worry, then heâd feel so many emotions at once he canât pinpoint what he feels but he knows he just wants to remind you that youâre only him
wordlessly he presses his lips against yours, your mouths moving in sync, his arm wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly against him
âyouâre mine, right baby? only mineâ he wanted it to sound like a question, but he spoke in a firm, dee voice and your head was spinning from the kiss youâd just shared
you only nodded, chasing his lips for more as he looked at you with a small smile
itâs only later in the day you realize yuta was jealous, and though you tease him a bit you make sure to reassure him thereâs no one else in the world you could love
heâd blush and try to deny his feelings, only to have them resurface a bit when thinking about it, youâd only smile and pepper kisses on his face, telling him however many times it took that it was only ever gonna be him <3
you made sure to show him just how much you loved him
â fushiguro toji !
pretty confident in himself but he does get jealous pretty easily
absolutely hates seeing anyone check you out or flirt with you and he will immediately choose violence
âwho the fuck do you think you are?â heâd scoff, using his build and height to his advantage, his arm was snaked around your waist as he sized the guy up
âyou think my y/n wants you? be seriousâ heâd laugh, grabbing the guy by the collar and growling at him, âget the fuck out of my sight before i beat the shit out of youâ
âdonât you think that was a bit much baby?â your voice was sweet and he almost felt his anger dissipating when his eyes landed on your pretty face
âmaybe these assholes just donât realize who you belong toâ he growled, he pulled you closer to him, his lips pressing harshly against yours and you could only whimper as he made your head spin
his lips grazed your ear, goosebumps rising on your skin as he chuckled dryly, âgotta show them youâre only mine doll faceâ
he wasted no time in taking your hand and finding a secluded corner, leaving a mark on your neck and kissing you until you ran out of breath
âtoji pleaseâ your voice was small and he smiled, âdarling have some decency weâre in publicâ you rolled your eyes as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck
âthen letâs go home so you can make me yoursâ you whispered in his ear, grinning when you heard him groan
he wasted no time in dragging you out of the club and into the car, speeding all the way home just to shove you against the wall and make you tell him youâre only his
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⪠You Belong with Me âŞ
Characters: Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi, Kunigami Rensuke
Cw: stalking, fake dating or is it?, fluff and a tiny lil angst, mention of Barou not getting bitches (pov he goes to the same school as Isagi) , mention of Otoya being a horny perv (Otoya slander as always love u Eita)
Plot: Being a football star is not an easy task, being popular can really get on your nerves when someone goes too far. Thatâs why he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to make all of this unwanted attention to go away highschool au, fake dating trope, afab!reader, ~800 words each
Bachira Meguru
Bachira was never very popular with girls, so when he started getting anonymous love letters, he was excited. Someone is crushing on him? However, as time passed, it seemed like this person was more obsessed than in love - writing about how cute Megu looks under the shower (how do they know?) and thirsty messages about how amazing he smells - it got very uncomfortable, especially when you donât know who is sending you all of this. So he asked you if you could pretend to be his partner, just so the stalker would leave him alone.Â
Fake dating Bachira was actually a lot of fun. Since you were close friends, so you essentially did the same things, except his hand was wandering on your back a lot, around your waist, in your hair. He started to call you Bumblebee in front of others, making you blush with his affectionate behaviour. To be clear, he was clingy before, but now Bachira Meguru was just a menace. However, it didnât take you long to get used to wearing his sweatshirt when it was cold, and holding hands around his teammates âbecause youâll never know if the stalker is seeing or not, so we have to be like this all the timeâ. But as time went on Bachira started to be more bold. At first, he kissed your hand occasionally while you walked home, and eventually, he moved on to kissing your forehead goodbye. He didnât care if it was around people or not anymore. You couldnât control the butterflies in your stomach every time you felt his lips on your skin.Â
Obviously the creepy stalker sent some nasty stuff to Bachira about being heartbroken, however after two weeks you got a familiar envelope in your shoe shelf. Scared that it might be some threat, you opened the letter with shaky hands.
âTake care of him well. I can see how much he loves youâ
It caught you off guard, but without a second to think about it, you felt familiar hands around your waist. âGood morning babyâ Bachiraâs face was right next to your ear as he planted little kiss on your cheek. And just as you looked at him you thought: god, I really donât want this to end.
He saw the envelope in your hands and got angry at the spot. âI really hope they donât even try to mess with my-â you shook your head and showed him the letter. âItâs good. You are goodâ You stopped for a second with a sad look on your face. âI guess if it worked we donât have to-â the bell starting classes stopped you from ending the sentence. But Bachira knew what you wanted to say and he hated it.
You spent morning classes thinking about Meguru way more than usual. The silence on his part was frightening you, because what if for him it was really just an act? What if he doesnât mind to come back to things as they were?
On the lunch break you felt your phone vibrating.
Megu: Can we talk? Come behind the gym
Without answering you just stood up and went feeling anxiety taking over your body. When you arrived and saw a familiar silhouette, your heart skipped a bit. Meguru came closer and pushed you gently against the wall and put his forehead on the crook of your neck. Feeling his breathe so close to your skin make you shiver.
âYou are right, you donât have to pretend anymoreâ he said, and your throat got dry as you felt like tearing up any moment.
âBut if we stop pretending, and do it for real, does that mean I can kiss your lips too?â
Isagi Yoichi
Isagi was your best friend since childhood, the best neighbour, an amazing companion to play board games with. And of course, you were always the loudest fan cheering on all of his matches.
Isagi got very popular when he became one of the best players in his high school and girls and boys finally saw the side of him you saw all along: a very athletic, nice and cute boy. And a very, very handsome one.
At first it flattered him that so many girls came to see him play; however, the louder they screamed, and they squeaked every time he looked in their direction, the more annoying it was to him and distracted him from the game. âIsagi, control your fun clubâ he heard from angry Barou.
But to be fair, he had no idea what he could do with this issue. He was simply too kind to snap at them, and too shy to stand up to them either.
âMaybe theyâll stop if you date someone?â Bachira mentioned in the locker room after practice. Then he whispered right to Yoichiâs ear: âYou have someone who you want to date for some time already, right, Isagi?â
Isagi blushed. Of course there is only one person he would even consider to date: you. But how could he ask you to date him because of something so stupid? He couldnât do that for years now, so how will he grow a pair now?
âMaybe just get a fake girlfriendâ he heard Aiku speaking. âIf you are such a virgin you canât actually get one.â
So obviously, when he asked you, if you could pretend to be his partner to get rid of unwanted attention, how could you say no?
And thatâs how you two ended in this situation: holding hands with your childhood friend while going back home together. His hands were so warm, and big, and for the entire route you felt hyper aware of his presence.
âSo⌠how was the practice?â You asked to fill the silence. Normally youâd talk for hours and joke all the way home, but apparently Isagi is also not used to holding hands.
âIt was very good⌠I think the fan club might get more and more discouragedâ Yoichi barely could make a full sentence, thatâs how much he focused on the way your hand felt. If he knew he could hold your hand everyday, he would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend years ago.
Pretend. Yeah.
However is it still pretending if you are doing that on your way home with no one around?
âSo⌠what are your plans for the weekend?â He asked trying to get himself together. His team didnât have to play any matches this week, which was a rare occurrence. And gave him some time for himself.
âWell, I donât have any particular plansâ you started holding his hand tighter. He blushed. âI was thinking maybe Iâd study some, watch a movie⌠on my ownâ
Oh?
âDo you maybeâŚâ he started while looking away, so you wonât notice his embarrassment. âWant to watch it together? Or⌠or study together?â
You looked on the ground. Isagi started to regret his boldness - what if you donât actually like him this way? What if you are actually embarrassed to hold hands with him and it makes you uncomfortable, and you only let it happen because you are a good friend? With growing silence he started overthinking everything and started taking his hand back, just to not make you feel more uncomfortable.
But you held it tighter and raised your brow.
âAnd what do you think you are doing, huh?â
âIâm sorry, that was very stupidâ he started. âI donât want to make you feel uncomfortable, you are already spending so much time with me because of this whole situation, just tell me and Iâll stop bothering you so muchâ
For a football star he was really insecure, but what could he say? He crumbled under the idea that you might be annoyed with his touch or by his presence. Even if heâd have to keep his feelings for you forever, heâll do it if that mean he gets to keep you as his friend.
âYoichiâ you started quietly. âYou donât make me uncomfortable. You could never bother me, you know? I actuallyâŚâ you felt the feelings stuck in your throat. âMissed you a lot, since you are so busy with your football career. I missed spending time with you. Just usâ
Isagi felt adrenaline was rushing through his veins just like before he was about to shoot a goal. This was an occasion he was waiting for so long.
âDo you maybe want to go on a date together?â He said without hesitation. You blinked a little surprised.
âYou mean like, a fake date?â
âNo. A real date. Just us. We can go to cinema, or maybe for a picnic, or we can just study together tooâŚâ he held your hand so tightly his fingers turned white. You smiled.
âYeah, Iâd love thatâ
Kunigami Rensuke
Saying that you and Kunigami were very good friends would be an overstatement. You were a manager of his football team for a year now, and you had a massive crush on him, but you never really talked regularly.
Kunigami was always a very polite guy, thanking you for every towel, every water bottle, always helping you with tasks that require strength, but he wasnât very talkative, so you just assumed he was doing it out of simple generosity - he was a truly decent person. No wonder so many girls were swooning whenever he was on the field, it was always like this. His physique, handsome face, manners - you sometimes felt jealous over girls who could just openly state their feelings for Kunigami, because in your position it would be inappropriate. So you kept it nice and hidden.
Until you regretted it deeply.
There was this one particular fangirl who was on every match, cheering the loudest, always bringing Kunigami food âwith lots of protein just as you likeâ, made herself a shirt that looks just like his football jersey. She was indeed very annoying and most of the team would either find her unbearable, or, as Otoya, were always staring at her ass in this very short skirt she was wearing.
And then you heard one day as you just arrived to school, that Kunigami has a girlfriend. It was like time stopped for a second. Till now you never expected your crush to date someone else, so in split seconds your heart was aching. Was this that girl? Did she finally succeed in her obnoxious tries?
The whole day at school felt like a fever dream. âWouldâve, shouldâve, couldâveâ was all over your brain. Maybe you shouldâve confessed? Be more aggressive in your tries for his heart? Could you even have any chances?
You took your lunch out and tried to find a quiet place to eat, so you can spiral into your teenage depression a little more. But while going around school you passed the girlâs bathroom, just to hear The Short Skirt crying to her friends. You stopped right behind the door.
âHe said that he has a girlfriend⌠and that I should stop coming on the matches⌠because itâs not okay towards herâŚâ she took breaks to sniffle.
âYou shouldnât cry about it, we know you are way better than this half-ass girlfriend! Thereâs no way he got someone better than you!â - her friends were seriously doing their best.
Your brain was working fast. So it wasnât her? You never saw Kunigami talking to any girl outside of you and her. Does he have a girlfriend outside of the school? Actually, Kunigami gives this vibe âneighbours to loversâ or âchildhood friends to loversâ, so it wouldnât be that far off.
You went to think about it in silence to one of the quieter wings of the school, and was just about to eat your sashimi, when someone aggressively entered the room.
âOh, good. I found you.â you could see Kunigami was running just seconds ago. He was breathing just as he just ended a marathon. Was he that desperate to tell you that your presence bothers his girlfriend too? âCan I sit with you?â
âSureâ you only let out. He took a place meter away from you and didnât say anything for a while. It started to get a little awkward, so you brought your bento closer to him.
âDo you have any lunch? Want some sashimi?â you went into your manager mode. If your players donât eat well, how can they play well? Kunigami considered your offer for a split second.
âNo, thank youâ As always, you thought, Man of few words.
âSoâŚâ he started, while looking at the wall. âI donât know if you heard the rumours yetâ
You tried your best to keep your composure. âYeah. You have a girlfriend? Congratulationsâ probably the lack of enthusiasm sold you away. At worst you can always pretend that you are just worried that he will play worse if heâd date, right? Because he is a valuable player.
âYeah this one. So I kinda wanted to talk to you first, before you hear it, butâŚâ he rubbed the back of his neck with embarrassment. âYeah I should have told you yesterday. Sorryâ
Oh? You frowned your brows. Itâs not like you are such good friends that you would be the first person heâd say that he dates someone? Again you barely talk outside of practice. âYeah I donât think you owe me anything. Again good for you, Kunigami-kunâ
âNo, I donât think you understand what I meanâ he said quickly, like he was afraid youâd leave. âI donât have a girlfriend.â You felt a little lost now.
âActuallyâŚâ he started, still not looking directly at you. âWhen I told this cheerleader girl that I have a girlfriend, I did it just so she would stop acting like this. Itâs not trueâ
Oooooh. You blinked. Well, now the day started to get a little brighter. âAnd you wanted to tell me that⌠why?â
If you sit closer, youâd see how Kunigamiâs ears were bright red. âSo Bachira said, that maybe I should ask you to pretend to be my girlfriend for a while, so we would be sure that it looks realisticâ he paused and finally looked at you. You never saw him looking so vulnerable. âOf course you donât have to do anything. I was thinking that maybe I would walk you home, and we would eat lunch together, and we should exchange phone numbersâŚâ With every word he looked more and more red. Could he be any more adorable than in this moment?
You smiled, and then dramatically sighed.
âI donât know, Kunigami-kun. That is a lot of heat I am taking on myself - you have quite an aggressive funclubâ you could feel how he freezes in fear, afraid of where are you going with this. Just like a scared puppy. âI think lunch and walking home are not enough. You owe me at least one date per week, where we go to the cinema, or to the arcadeâŚâ you thought for a while. âHonestly if you will not after every goal look at me and obnoxiously scream THIS ONE IS FOR YOU BABY, I donât know if this is worth it. If Iâm gonna get murdered by this witches, at least I wanna know you embarrassed yourself enough to compete with Shidouâs cringe. â
You could feel how all of the stress just disappeared from his shoulders. He really had all of his little speech prepared.
âOkayâ he said smiling. âBut Iâm not saying anything sexual, some things Shidou screams during the matches are seriously nightmareâs material.â
âAh shoot, no INTO THE WOMB?â You decided to tease him some more, as he is technically now your boyfriend.
âPlease stopâ
âThen we go to the arcade twice per weekâ
âIf you skip the embarrassing screaming, I can even win you plushies on every outingâ
And just like that, you kinda wished The Short Skirt will never be fully convinced about you two, so you can spend time like this for long enough, so it will just become real.
And so did Kunigami.
By slowlyholypeanut please give credit donât translate and donât steal love u
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