#they were weary of him seeing as he was fresh from the school but he was gradually welcomed into the group after his powers proved useful

[wonderlandrry]

hi, this is my first ever attempt at writing on tumblr!! the story could be more than one part if you like it (maybe three or four parts). this is also my first time not writing in first person pov so hopefully it doesn’t suck complete ass. (not really edited and idk how to format either so GREAT first impression, friends.)

pov: best friend! harry x you (aka i tried my best lmao)

blurb: you and harry have been best friends your whole life and one night changes everything.

contains: friends to lovers, bad girl x good boy if you squint, smoking green 🍃, smut, cussing, oral (giving and receiving for both characters), praise kink, and size kink if you squint really hard again and read between the lines lmao.

word count: 5k

• NOT RAMADAN FRIENDLY •

just friends

“You sure you don’t want me to come up?” Rylan’s honey eyes flick from your dorm bulging back to yours. The tension from tonight’s argument is fresh in those crinkles next to his eyes that you used to love. Fucking adore.

Parting your lips, you sigh, “See you around.”

“Don’t be like that,” A ringless hand runs through his dark hair. You’re not exactly sure why you’re focusing on that but here we are. “It was a joke, come on.”

Your hand rests on the door handle, silently contemplating on freaking the fuck out again. This isn’t the first time he’s made jokes, very public jokes about your best friend. The very first time you let it slide with a warning because some people don’t understand that you can be just friends with the opposite gender. They can’t wrap their heads around that not every relationship revolves around sex. You understood but tonight? He went too far.

“Saying Harry follows me like a stray dog,” You have to take a deep breath because Rylan doesn’t know what Harry’s been through. That only pisses you off more. “Was too far.”

“He doesn’t have any friends, Lil, just you.”

“Because he’s smart, he doesn’t have friends because he’s fucking brilliant.” It was true, Harry focused more on school and baseball than friendships. He got a full ride to Calloway University reliant on grades and his pure, raw talent. Some would stop there but he took it a step further by studying physics. Now it’s your turn to run a hand through your hair because this is the fourth fight over your best friend. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Do you not see how fucked that is?” He hisses, making your head snap in his direction. “You’re supposed to be dating me, not him.”

You scoff, “So that’s what this is?”

Rylan’s hold tightened on the steering wheel, so tight that his knuckles were almost white. “Look, I don’t care that you’re friends with him but you spend too much time-”

That confirmed everything for you. Your long friendship with Harry wasn’t the problem. Rylan knew how much Harry meant to you and how your friendship was all you had sometimes. He knew yet the fact that he didn’t have your full attention every waking moment of the day was the source of cruel jokes.

“You’re threatened, huh?” His knuckles blanched even more as the words left your mouth. “Listen to the words coming out of my mouth, Ry. Harry’s been my best friend since I was seven. Nothing has and will never happen between us. I would never sleep with him and ruin our friendship.”

“I see how you guys look at each other.”

Your whole face heats, it’s literally on fire. “You’re seeing things because we’re just friends.”

“You’re in denial.” Fuck. This.

Those three words were enough to push you. Push you to fling open the car door and launch yourself onto the pavement. They were enough to heat your whole body to the point that chilly winter air wasn’t enough to simmer down your anger. You don’t even bother slamming the door shut because that asshole can get out and shut it himself. That’s what he gets for constantly trying to pry a confession out of you. A confession that doesn’t exist but he still won’t accept it. The security guard gives a weary smile as you pass him, an obvious witness of the whole shit show. You look over your shoulder just in time to watch Rylan peel out.

He doesn’t follow you, shocker. Not that you wanted him to but you also didn’t expect him to. He acts like he cares but when push comes to shove, actions don’t match the words constantly flying out of that stupid mouth.

Unlocking and relocking the door with a soft click, your dorm is oddly dark and quiet. It looks like no one has been here all day. This is a possibility since Ellie spends most nights with her boyfriend. You slide off your black vans and place your bag on the hooks by the door. Seniors get a common room and separate bedrooms in student housing and you love the privacy. Honestly? It’s hard as fuck to hook up sharing a room with someone. El never cared who you brought home but felt weird as hell, yano?

From: ball boy (11:35 pm)

you home?

To: ball boy (11:36 pm)

yeah

You loosen your claw clip and honey-blond waves tumble. Walking into your room, you slip out of the cute-ass outfit you spent an hour perfecting and into some random band shirt with no bra and spandex shorts. Such a shame because you looked hot, too bad the night didn’t end with Ry ripping this lacy, black corset off you. Sucks for him.

From: ball boy (11:42 pm)

open the window before Mack catches my ass.

Your eyes snap toward the only windows in your room. The sheer, black curtains were closed but they did a shit job keeping the sunlight out so, honestly, how good were they for privacy? Your heart hammers thinking about Harry seeing you. How he could’ve seen all of you, not just what you choose to show off. The thought made your heart hammer.

From: ball boy (12:46 am)

don’t tell me you’re fucking someone right now

From: ball boy (12:47 am)

fuckin’ sick, lil

Annoyed, you rip open the curtains to find Harry’s cocky expression staring straight at you. It’s too dark to make out his full face but you can tell by the smirk tipping the left side that he’s amused. Making your favorite dimple dent even deeper. In one swift motion, the latch unlocks letting him in. He’s done this a million times, yano? Sneaking in your room for late-night study sessions, movie nights, or sleepovers. You’ve shared a bed countless times but never crossed that line, he’s your best friend. There are rules in place to save your friendship. He means more to you than one night of pleasure. Always has.

“Nice shirt, been looking for that everywhere.” Evergreen eyes bounce across your face, “Thought you had a date.”

You blow out a breath, “Not anymore.”

He smirks, dimple popping, “Obviously.”

“Thought you had plans.” You counter because Harry may not have many friends but that didn’t mean anything when it came to his sex life. He had trouble talking to girls but that didn’t seem to matter because they flocked to him. There was just something about him that drew people in, you included especially you. Maybe it was his ability to make anyone in the room feel special; wanted by having his undivided attention.

His lips purse, “Nah, not tonight.”

“Why?”

He gives you a pointed look giving away that he knows, “You know why.”

Guilt settles into your stomach, that stupid sinking feeling of being caught hit full force. He had the same argument with Grace that you did with Rylan tonight. They seem to argue more though and it kills you seeing him upset. You know he cares about her but he loves you. Maybe not romantically but definitely platonically and that means something to him. Every time they have this conversation, you know you should walk away. It's always your first instinct to protect people you love and you love your best friend. But, you’d rather die than let him go and that’s selfish as fuck but true. You sigh, “Harry-”

“I’m good,” He closes the distance and wraps you into a hug and it feels like home. Your favorite type of hug. “Worried about you.”

You smile against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart hitting your cheek, “Nothing a Star Wars marathon won’t cure, Stud.”

His face lights up, “God, I could kiss you, Lil.”

“Whatever you say, ball boy.” Your heart flutters violently but you ignore the feeling. He always jokes like this in secret and maybe that’s the reason no one believes you’re just friends. But, they’re just jokes, yano.

“Ball boy?” He scoffs, making you tilt your chin to meet his gaze. When your eyes finally focus, Harry’s staring at you with his stupid, dimpled smile. Just because he’s your best friend doesn’t mean you’re completely immune. He’s handsome and you’d be dumb to deny that because, well, you have eyes. Currently, he looks even better from this angle. His hair’s tousled as neat as those chestnut curls will allow and dimples seem more prominent. Deep, inviting indents. The black, backwards hat only adds to the contrast of those evergreen eyes. Your favorite shade of green. A sliver of metal trapped between perfect teeth as he cocks his head. He chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “That’s fucked up.”

Pulling back, you shrug, “You’re the one who plays with them all day.”

His tongue clicks, cheeks hollowing, “Baseball, I play baseball.”

You dismiss him with a wave, walking into the common room. “Whatever helps you hit balls with your bat, Ball boy.”

“Better watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He warns in a low tone, so low that everything tingles. Reaching into his hoodie, he pulls out a bag of weed before plopping on the couch, “because I don’t share with bad girls.”

“Watching Star Wars high?” You grin as he nods. “Man of my dreams.”

Harry smirks, all boyish and full dimples, “Don’t tease.”

After pressing play and settling into the couch, you glance over at him just as the credits begin to roll. He’s lighting a joint, brows set in concentration, pink lips puckered around the paper inhaling slowly before passing it to you.

The next forty minutes fly by in the best, blissfully buzzed way. Time doesn’t have an exact science. We’re happy and having a good time. All the anger from earlier dissipated from you and Harry just being together. His nose found its way under your jaw, right next to your pulse point, some time after fifteen or so minutes. He’s always been affectionate when buzzed but holy fuck, was he toning it down before. You don’t know what changed but his hands haven’t left your waist and he keeps hugging closer to your chest with little sighs and hums of contentment. He smells so fucking good like peppermint, fresh laundry, and smoke.

Your breathing is slow and steady. Completely wrapped in him. Fingers twisting the curls at the nape of his neck until your fingertips tingle to touch him elsewhere. You don’t allow them to go lower than his throat, feeling how harsh each swallow was each time you’d get below the hinge of his jaw. He hums against your neck, nuzzling deeper into the column dangerously like he can’t get enough, “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” You breathe as he hugs tighter, not stopping your feather-like movement through his soft curls. “You?”

“Yeah, that feels good.” His words come out sleepy and deep and gravelly. “Your t-touch always feels good.” Warm evergreen holds all your attention as he kisses your cheek, “Thank you for being here with me. You make everything better, always have.”

Your face tilts, noses inches apart, and whisper. “You make everything better for me too.”

Harry’s the type of man that goes from beautiful to devastating with a change of facial expression. Your hazy brain can’t stop taking him in for some reason. It’s involuntary. That beautiful, sculpted face is hidden at nightfall but you allow yourself to appreciate how much time someone put into crafting him. It’s like you spent the last fifteen years with blinders on and can finally see.

Sage burns into evergreen as his lips roll a few times like he’s trying to come up with a safe response. The irrational part of my brain wants to feel his mouth on you again so bad that you almost crave him. Your lips part at the same time waiting for the other to make a move or do something drastic. Three heartbeats of your mouths seconds apart. Three heartbeats in your own hazy, happy world. His nose nudges yours once before dropping back to your throat. His arms wrapped around you tighter and your breathing synced again. Instead of calm and steady, now it’s erratic and fast.

Fuck, you have to be high, right? Best friends don’t look at each other like this. Especially you guys.

He leans closer, left hand planted on your thigh as we just stare at each other. Almost like he feels it too. Your fingertips ache to touch the stubble dusting his jawline so bad they tingle but you can’t seem to move. Completely lost in the hypnotic desire clouding the calm green of his irises.

Not wanting to put pressure on Harry to make the first move, you close the distance. Not sure why you did that but your mouths part at the same time. His in surprise and yours in want, yet in perfect sync. Pressing your lips to his, he immediately kisses back, cupping your jaw. One second everything’s moving slowly and the next, he’s lifting his shirt over your head. Touching every inch of exposed skin like he can’t get enough. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts as yours find his jeans. The kiss breaks as he leans back just enough to look at you. You’re looking at each other in silence but it’s so fucking loud.

“We should-” He swallows harshly, columns of his throat tense, “Don’t wanna finally have you if you’ll regret-”

“Won’t ever regret you, H,” Your voice is hushed yet full of so much want and sincerity. “Don’t stop, we’re okay.”

“Yeah?” He breathes out in relief pressing another kiss to your lips that sends trace currents through your body full force. Finally giving into the sweetest temptation you’ve ever tasted. Forbidden and delicious. This was like an avalanche of feelings and lust in motion, couldn’t stop the cascade if you tried. The aftermath would eventually come but everything would be okay. It had to be.

“Yeah, just friends,” Your lips move with his again but lazier, a slow pace that makes everything come to life. “This doesn’t change anything.”

You lied because this meant everything but you can’t stop.

He blinks like he can see right through your bullshit.

You blink back hoping he doesn’t.

“Just friends.” He repeats only the first half of your lie between kisses, pressing your body further into the couch with his hips.

The words come out breathless.

The words come out easily.

The words come out in cool peppermint.

He starts to drag your shorts off at the same pace the kiss and you lift a little to help. Being this vulnerable, letting the other fully see the other is something you can’t put into words. Your eyes rake his body as his lustful, dark gaze mirrors yours. There aren’t enough fucking words to describe how beautiful he is. Taking in every single detail from his tattoos to his cock pressed between your open thighs. The desperation; everything fucking aches for him. He leans forward, lips parting, eyes darkening by the minute, leaving open-mouth kisses along your jaw until they meet your mouth. The warm metal of his tongue ring claiming every inch of your mouth. He tasted like charged temptation in the best way, like something you didn’t know you craved until now.

Harry whimpers as your legs wrap around his waist. His cock throbs between your thighs and he groans against your lips. The sound vibrating with need; so fucking desperate. Strong hands grip your ass as the kiss deepens. He’s kissing you like you’re oxygen and he’s hungry for air. Almost like he can’t breathe without tasting you. Without having you like this. Staggered, harsh breaths hit the left side of your as his lips descended. Sucking and biting gently at your throat until they reach your chest and wrap around your nipple piercings. Metal clanking salaciously as his tongue swirls, toying with each little bar. His cock throbs again and your head falls back into the throw pillows with a loud moan. The arrogant smirk against your already heated skin only sends fire dancing.

Crackling and humming with each touch. They say fire needs oxygen to grow and Harry was yours. Always has been, he ignites all your fires.

Pulling back slightly, salacious evergreen meets thunderous oceans as he speaks, “So fucking pretty.” His words come out as a rasp, full of raw desperation. “Wanna taste you so fucking bad.” Kisses pepper your face, “Wanna make you feel so good, please? ”

“Y-yes,” You breathe, unable to finish the sentence as his kiss-bruised lips meet yours again and again, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your already open thighs, while yours run through his soft curls. Tangling and twisting as your lips move hungrily, desperately. Your teeth trap his tongue ring gently tasting and the sound that escapes his throat is feral. His body pushes against yours as you devour each other. Urgent, hungry, and like you might run out of time or change your mind. Hot, open-mouth kisses descend from your lips to your jaw then stop at the base of your throat.

“Fuck,” The word’s rushed, nearly a pant, as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. The view of his gorgeous, toned body sends a shiver down your spine. The butterfly on his chest fluttered with each rapid breath. His abs jutting and rippling like it took everything in him not to lose it right then and there. Rough yet gentle hands feather your ribs, gliding effortlessly until they pause at your hips, leaving trace currents branding me with each tortuous touch. The rings on his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips despite how gentle he’s being. A surprised gasp leaves my lips in a whimper as his grip tightens holding you into place. Your hips tilt, wanting to feel him and he groans, nostrils flaring like he’s in pain, “Want you so bad,” His nose runs against your jaw, “Not gonna last if you keep moving, Lil.”

“Sorry,” You breathe letting your head fall back as it swims with every effortless emotion you feel for him.

“Shh, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect, look at you.” He whispers, the gravelly tone of his voice sending vibrations between your thighs making you ache. A completely desperate ache for him that would be embarrassing if it was anyone but your Harry. Suddenly, he’s kissing you but lazily this time. His lips moved so painfully slow and tender against yours. Kissing like you have all the time in the world. As soon as you match his pace, he breaks the kiss sighing deeply against your parted lips. He studies your face, evergreen locked on blue, as he slowly drifts between your thighs. His hands follow him, traveling down your inked body with ease, until they lock around your upper legs.

“What’re you doing?” You ask breathlessly, trying to keep up with his pace. He ignores you, placing drawn-out kisses trailing from your left hip to inner thigh. Soft moans leave your parted lips each and every time his mouth touches your skin. His kisses are getting closer and closer, nipping and sucking, teasing and torturing. It’s too fucking much. “Harry-”

“Need something, Lil?” He sucks harder on your hip, leaving a purplish bruise on porcelain skin, tilting his head up to meet your gaze with a lazy smirk. So effortlessly sexy.

“Please-” Desperateness clings to the word as your head falls back, unable to handle seeing him between your legs.

“Please what?” Harry smirks against heated skin as your hips move forward, “Use your words, pretty girl.”

“I want-” The sentence pauses at the tip of your tongue. No one’s ever asked what you wanted before. “I’ve never-” Your brows push together trying to find the right word but he reaches up, fingers smoothing the line between them like he understands.

“It’s okay,” He runs the flat of his tongue against your clit and your knees almost push together from pleasure, the round of his tongue ring hitting perfectly. Like he knows exactly what you need. Burning evergreen disappears into the back of his head as he moans against you, fingernails digging into your skin. “Taste so fucking good, Lil. Knew you would, so fucking sweet.”

“Fuck,” The whimper that comes out of you is pathetic as he lifts your leg, draping your right knee over his shoulder, tongue circling with no mercy. Flicking and sucking and teasing as he changes pace. Your head falls back feeling his piercing tease your entrance with each flick of his perfect tongue. Your fingers laced into his wet curls, tugging as he pulled back, eyes meeting yours. Bringing his left middle and ring fingers to your lips, manually parts them until his fingers push past your bottom teeth. The cold metal of his rings hits your warm mouth. Evergreen dances darkly as they glide across your tongue until you gag around them. He exhales roughly, head cocking, “Mmm, suck. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

Your lips wrap around his fingers as your eyes lock. He moves them in and out a few times before withdrawing. Never breaking eye contact, pink lips puckering around my clit as his fingers tease your entrance. He watches you intensely, so fucking intensely as his fingers match the pace of his tongue. Your eyes flutter in pure fucking bliss as your grip on his hair returns. Pulling and tugging, making him groan so deeply, “Lil.”

Your name came out of his mouth with the same electricity that courses through your veins whenever he’s around. Hot, entrancing, unfuckingdeniable, and your undoing. White, hot pleasure hits so hard that you try to close your legs but his hands wrap around your thighs, keeping them open, easing you through it. Your breathing evens out as Harry watches you between your open thighs. His head tilted upward, lips parted in amazement, evergreen bouncing around your face like he’s committing every muscle movement to memory.

“For fucks sake.” He exhales, blinking in complete astonishment.

“Hmm?” The word comes out lazily, so fucking easy like your smile.

He hovers, face inches from yours, hazy eyes blazing with lust. The end of his cross necklace bounces off your bottom lip a few times. “So pretty when you cum, Angel.”

Fuck, in one swift movement, you push his chest backward completely straddling him as his back hits the couch. Long, ring-clad fingers grip your jaw as he presses his lips to yours, kissing slowly, tongues tangling lazily. He tastes like you and it makes your head spin. His fingers tangle into your hair, blond waves fall, as he collects them wrapping the strands around his wrist. Breaking the kiss, your hands glide across his skin, feeling every harsh breath and ridge before settling between his legs. Every flutter of his butterfly as he breathes, how his abs constrict with each breath like he wants you so badly that it’s painful, and the vein resting next to the perfect v-line of his left hip. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts, meeting his hungry, beautiful gaze as your lips wrap around his head.

He lets out a loud moan, abs jutting, as your tongue twirls and teases. His head lolls back, lips parting while the moans come out so fucking feral; desperate. The grip on your hair loosens as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks with each suck. Honey curls fall you around like a curtain as he cups the back of your head, pushing you to take him deeper, never breaking eye contact. You almost wanna shut yours seeing how much adoration and attention and lust swims in his pretty irises. He starts moving his hips slowly, testing, and relaxing your jaw. His jaw tightens with each thrust, moaning so fucking loud, lips puckering around a needy exhale, “I-fuck-I’m not gonna last.”

Flattening your tongue, a hum in appreciation and that makes him break. The soft green of his eyes darkened as control slips with each thrust. “God, look at how pretty you look wrapped around my cock.” He groans even louder and you gag around him. His hips slow, “You can take it, just like that, so fucking good.”

Your cheeks hollow as his movements grow more frantic. More fucking desperate. Twirling your tongue, he pulls out, cupping your jaw again as he cums. Painting your chest in the most filthy way. Head tilted back, eyes shut, pumping his cock as he whimpers. Blush spreads up his throat, neck vein popping in the sexiest way, and perfect lips parted in pure ecstasy; pure bliss. He’s the most devastating man you’ve ever seen. The minute your gazes meet, your breathing halts. So many emotions battle to come to the surface as lush forests meet raging oceans. The push and pull that is us. This is a moment where you just stare at each other in understanding. Letting your eyes say what you’re afraid to admit out loud.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Harry’s voice is gentle and soothing while his fingers trace your jaw before disappearing. You count his footsteps but don’t respond. The weight of what happened crashed into you like a freight train. Your breathing accelerates instead of steading as everything plays out. You don’t want to lose him when this doesn’t work out. The thought comes quickly and like a bucket of ice water. Panic setting in because you can’t lose him. You can’t lose him over one night of weakness. Shit, the uncertainty feels heavy on your chest, heavier than it should because there’s no one you trust more. He’s your best friend.

“Lil?” Hesitantly, your eyes snap to your favorite shade of green. Allowing them to travel his peaceful features, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Everything about him is relaxed and unguarded as he starts cleaning you up with a warm washcloth. The light stubble on his sharp jaw to pink parted lips to the freckles on the bridge of his nose that you wouldn’t see unless you were close enough. Your fingertips ache to trace the path, feel each little freckle and plane of his face, until they’re touching his pink lips. Sometimes, you wish memories worked like photographs or something so you could accurately remember how being in his arms feels. How finally being his feels until unrelenting reality hits. You’re not his, Grace is, and that hurts worse than you thought. His lips tip into a left-sided smile, “There she is.”

“Here I am,” You smile back, cheekbone gently compressed by his long fingers.

Dark curls sticking up in different directions, evergreen eyes following every detail of your face, a red hue dusting across his cheeks, and his once parted lips tugging into a sleepy smirk, “You still with me, Lil?”

“Always.” The word came out fast because you were with him. Maybe too with him. “Gonna get dressed real quick.” A giggle escapes your lips, “Don’t have the money for Ellie’s therapy bill if she walks in.”

“Fuck,” He chuckles, running a hand through long curls, “She’d probably ask to join.”

Your phone buzzes two times and something inside you freezes. You know it’s Rylan, no one else but him and Harry text you this late. The playful expression on Harry’s face slowly drains into something that resembles pain as he hands it to me. The sudden change makes your stomach turn in the worst way.

From: Ry (2:30 am)

Sorry about tonight.

From: Ry (2:31 am)

Can’t lose you over a stupid argument, Lil. I know you and Styles are just friends and you wouldn’t touch him. Sorry for being a jealous prick.

That stomach-sinking guilt comes back full force and causes your mouth to flood with saliva. You pull the Nirvana shirt over your head and turn to explain but he’s already looking at the wall. His jaw tense, so tense that the hinges are bulging, but expression is stoic. He swallows, the columns in his throat tense then relax showing just how hard the salvia was to get down. You linger on his side profile for a second, appreciating the beautiful yet masculine planes of his face, before clearing your throat. He blinks a few times before turning slowly to meet your eyes. The words rush out of your mouth, “Harry-”

Playful evergreen darkened to forest green, “I better go.”

You jump to your feet, following behind him quickly, desperate to explain. His back to you, broad shoulders sagging, as he works to unlatch your window. The glass opens with a thud and you expect him to leave but he doesn’t. Ring-clad fingers grasp the ledge, knuckles blanch, as he just breathes. You count to fifteen waiting for him to look at you but he doesn’t. 240 long, excruciating seconds pass. Exhaling harshly, his voice is hoarse, “We need to tal-“

“Friends?” You blurt, not letting him finish. Needing to know you’re okay, eyes volleying between him and the notification on your phone.

He pauses, hand resting on the windowsill, so much pain in those evergreen eyes you love so much. There he was, always taking care of you. Even if it means hurting him.

“Yeah, Lil.”

Your attention stays on the window as he slips out without giving you a chance to respond. Everything smells like him, a mouthwatering mixture of fresh laundry, peppermint, and something earthy like the wind. Even your skin has traces of him that you don’t think you’d be able to wash off. The memory of tonight permanently embedded into you and there is no denying it. How his mouth felt, his hands on you, the sound of his raspy voice slowly ruining you for anyone else.

What the fuck did you just do?

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☆HIGHSCHOOL MEMORIES☆ SATORU GOJO X READER

Genre: crack, heartbreak (no comfort), fem! Reader, reader having something near the same personality as Gojo

Notes: Just a few flashbacks from Gojo and Y/n's high school years together! (This isn't proofread y'all, so please, don't mind my mess of commas.🤕✊🏼)

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"Gojooooooooo, Satoruuuuuuu!!!!" You called as you raced toward him and Geto at full speed, grinning like a maniac. Geto looked back, a slightly fearful look on his face as he saw the quick speed your legs were going. You could even see the animated bead of sweat on his head as he tapped Gojo beside him. The white-haired boy perked up in confusion, but before he could fully turn a yelp left his lips when you continued to run.

"Y/NNNNN!!-- WAIT! MY INFINITY!!!!---" He yelled, screaming bloody murder when you made his bigger body collapse like a weary skyscraper, a groan leaving his lips.

"Senpaiiiii~" You cackled, wrapping your arms around his neck. As he got up with ease, your legs quickly locked around his waist with your chin annoyingly digging into his boney shoulder.

"Sooooooo..." Your eyes moved around the dramatically big campus, unconsciously breathing in the scent of Gojo's strong cologne. "Why are you guys skipping? That's bad y'know."

As a first year compared to them, the pair saw you as a kid-- well a brat to say the least, considering how much you insufferably clung to Gojo and threw random flirty remarks at him whenever he asked why you weren't attending your classes. It ticked you off, and Geto's face showed that he could not take another one of Gojo's clones; A much more immature one at that. Though it wasn't surprising since you were two years younger than them and fresh out of middle school.

"Ya can't say that, Y/n~" Your white-haired senior looked back at you through his sunglasses while flashing you the charming smirk that always made you fold in thirds-- or more. "You're skippin' too."

His fingers meet your forehead in a flick, earning a soft whine and a pout from you. Geto then spoke up, scanning your entire figure clinging to Gojo's body.

"What are you here for, Y/n?" You look over at him, deeply thinking about it before perking up and jumping off of Gojo to walk beside him.

"This pen!" You exclaim with an excited grin, and they both look at you with raised brows. You huff in annoyance, shaking the writing tool in your hand.

"I saw you training with like, a pencil earlier, and I saw you spinning it in your hand. Can you teach me how to spin it? Pleaseee?"

"And then I was like--" A yelp left your lips as Gojo took a quick bite from your chopsticks, biting them and accidentally tugging you to his side with the grip of his teeth on the wooden utensils, pulling you off of the bench. "Gojo! What the--" A cackle coming from Mei Mei left you speechless, looking to see Shoko and Geto holding back from bursting into a fit of endless laughter. You furrow your brows in confusion, looking over at Mei Mei.

"He's been staring at your food like a predator for the past ten minutes," She chuckled and you raised a brow, looking over at his side to find him not there.

"You could've just ask-- huh?" Your eyes moved around in confusion until you found him hovering over your lunch box to take a piece of melting mochi, letting out a whine when you slammed your chopsticks against his head, unintentionally breaking them on his forehead.

"Keep away from my food!"

"Not before I!!!--" WHACK!

"Gojo!" Your voice called out as you jogged toward him, waving at him. A smile curled your lips as he turned his head toward you, watching you catch up to him. For some reason he was standing outside of a classroom. That's odd.

Once you caught up you spoke, "What are you doing?" Said senior slid his hands into his pockets, slouching and tapping his foot against the wooden floor. "Jus' waitin' for a friend. What is it, Y/n-san?"

A heat spread across your cheeks and you grinned. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to this--"

"You ready to go, Satoru?" A feminine voice interrupted your sentence and both you and Gojo's heads turned to the sound.

There stood a girl much taller than you and more mature-looking. Knitting your brows you stared at her, you've never seen her around but she definitely was pretty. Wavy and composed strands of brunette hair adorned her head and shoulders touched up with a small navy blue headband while her lips were pink and glossed, long lashes touched up with just a hint of mascara. Goodness, she was absolutely gorgeous.

Round amber eyes stared at the boy next to you before landing on your own figure, her slightly knitted brows showing confusion as to who you were.

The only questions that floated around your head were, who is she and why was she calling your man by his given name?! The fuck, bitch?

Gojo broke the tension with an awkward chuckle, snaking an arm around the brunette's waist. You watched the simple yet heart-breaking action, shoulders slumping in defeat.

"What were you going to say, Y/n?"

Snapping back into reality you straightened your posture and cleared your throat, looking up at him with a faint smile.

"Oh it was nothing, uh-- don't worry about it."

"But I don't understand," Your lip quivered, gripping the pillow that you currently hugged. "I've tried everything and it just doesn't work.." A tear trickled down your cheek and you sniffled the snot that was close to leaving your nose.

Shoko gave your shoulder a gentle pat in attempt to comfort you, a sigh leaving her lips.

"There are much better people out there--"

"And he accepts other girls but doesn't accept me when I ask him to go out! What the fuck?!" A loud sob escaped you, hiding your face from the brown haired girl in embarrassment. She stared at you with a small frown while rubbing your back.

"If you really do love the idiot that much, keep trying. I can't exactly do anything about your situation, Y/n."

Awkward tension stood between you and Gojo sitting next to each other on a bench waiting for the rest of his friends to finish trying to break the vending machine a few feet away from you. After the day you had seen the girl he was with, you unintentionally made things weird with the seventeen year-old, not talking to him as much as you usually did and using the excuse of being 'tired' or 'not in the mood to talk' Whenever someone asked why you weren't being as annoying and bubbly as you usually were. With the way he looked at you that day you were contemplating if he knew about your big crush on him. --Then again Gojo was the heir of the six eyes. He never missed a thing, that was for sure.

You were trying to make things go back to normal though, and the best idea you got was: making your sweet senior a bento box full of his favorite foods, aside from yours.

After a few more minutes you decided to speak up.

"Oh, yeah, um..." A cold puff of smoke left your lips when you spoke, and Gojo's head snapped toward your figure, placing the can of soda that was on his lips down next to him on the empty side of the wooden seat.

"I.... you usually don't come to lunch break with anything to eat, so I made you something." You softly cleared your throat as you avoided his gaze, the bottom half of your face hiding under the black scarf you wore.

You didn't understand why you were nervous-- hell, you were more than that; extremely anxious. Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your mouth with the way he attentively stared at you even if his eyes were covered. Thank the lords those glowing orbs were covered-- if they weren't, you'd be digging your own grave.

Your hands then pulled a bento out of the mini tote bag you always held at lunch time, placing it on the small empty space between you two.

Gojo stared at the lunch box for a few seconds, before letting out a quiet chuckle, fixing the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Look, Y/n..." A harsh wind blew against you both and you immediately raised your brows, heart skipping a beat as his orbs met yours, lifting his glasses off of his nose and resting them on the top of his head.

Your heart dropped.

"I know that you... like me. And, uh, I don't-- I don't feel the same," The boy nodded, a look of pity forming somewhere in the glowing pools of turquoise that his eyes held. You swallowed dryly and parted your slightly chapped lips to say something but nothing came out. The last thing you heard from him was a simple ' 'm sorry' before he stood up from the bench and began to walk off to the group of arguing idiots, his glasses falling back onto his face.

You felt cold: frozen, even. And it wasn't all because of the strong wind that knocked your lunchbox off of the bench. The lunch box you made for him in giddy hopes that he would take it and warm up to you again with the same charming smile he usually gave you.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at his back and once he turned his head to look at you all he saw was your hands scrambling to reach for his bento, shoving it into your lunch bag and shakily getting up with teary eyes that the wind seemed to exaggerate. You didn't know where your legs were taking you but you didn't mind as long as you weren't near him.

While you walked away from the distracted group and his sharp stare, all you could think of was what Shoko told you.

"If you really do love the idiot that much, keep trying." Yeah, you weren't going to talk to him or any of his friends ever again you were definitely doing that again.

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[velaryon-seahores]

Eclipsed Love Part IV

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!reader ( modern au )

synopsis : You and Aemond shared a romantic bond during your high school years. However, your relationship took a turn when an unexpected pregnancy altered the dynamics. Aemond, driven by aspirations of pursuing a career in medicine, struggled to reconcile his dreams with the newfound responsibilities. Meanwhile, the financial constraints and fear of revealing the situation to your strict parents left you without options, making abortion unattainable. When Aemond chose to end the relationship, you made the difficult decision to vanish, seeking a fresh start. Years later, your son fell seriously ill, necessitating medical attention. The twist in the tale was that the doctor who held the key to your son's recovery happened to be none other than his biological father, Aemond.

Warning : Angst, hurt/comfort, flashbacks to having sex

Word count : 5.5k

A/n : Soo sorry for the long delay! Hope this chapter was worth the wait. Likes comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ❤️!

Soldiers are commonly depicted as symbols of both mental and physical strength. When people seek to convey strength, they frequently draw a comparison to a soldier. Yet, in Lucerys' contemplations, he believed soldiers should not be the symbols of strength; rather, it should be mothers.

He observed you with a heavy heart, as weariness etched across your face, your eyes carrying the weight of countless tears shed in silence last night. The energy to tend to your own basic needs had abandoned you; you simply lay on his bed, suppressing your sobs to avoid disturbing him and Qoren. Yet when Lucerys confessed his own fatigue, you cradled him as if you'd just brought him into this world, gently placing him on the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth, tending to him as if he were a toddler learning life's simplest tasks.

In Lucerys' violet gaze, you were the epitome of strength, the most resilient soul he'd ever known. You had carried the burden of so much, pushing your own pain aside to be there for him. Who could do such a thing? Certainly not him; in your place, he might have neglected his own children, focusing solely on his own mental well-being. Oddly enough, that's precisely what he wanted for you now – to focus on yourself.

And yet, here you were, tending to him even though he hadn't asked for it. His intended destination was Qoren's side, but when you asked, he couldn't refuse your unspoken plea.

Seeing you in such agony tore at his heart; he couldn't bear to witness his mother in pain. Your suffering felt like his own, and he couldn't help but wonder that maybe, just maybe, it was somehow his fault.

If only he had not collapsed that day and if only his his heart hadn't betrayed him, you wouldn’t have to face his jerk of a father. You wouldn’t have to fear the possibility of him leaving you alone and sleeping forever. Perhaps you'd be comfortably settled on the couch, surrounded by your writings, ready to share them with him later when they were finished. Or maybe you'd be planning a surprise trip to the water park, just as you did after every single one of his birthdays as an extra surprise, but he had shattered those possibilities, forcing you to confront someone you never wanted to see and think that you might have to lose him.

Pushing your hands away from his mouth, he spat in the sink, his eyes meeting yours, and in that moment, he wrapped you in a sudden, tight embrace.

As he suddenly embraced you, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your neck, his lips pressing softly against your cheek, you found yourself not bewildered by the sudden affection, but rather perplexed by his next words. "When I grow up and become an astronaut, the first thing I will do is take you to Neptune," he declared with a mixture of earnest determination and childlike innocence.

Your brows furrowed as you gently drew back, setting down the toothbrush with a clink on the sink. Cupping his pale face in your hands, you gazed at him, the weariness in your voice baring the raw edges of your emotion, your throat strained and sore from the relentless tears. "Why is that?" you managed to inquire.

So no one can harm you," he explained, his voice tinged with a conviction that belied his tender years. "Neptune is far away from the earth, and I know your feelings will be protected. It's cold, yes, and I know you hate the cold, but I will build a heating system for you, so no need to worry about that."

His words struck a chord within you, causing your eyes to well up with tears. You leaned forward, your forehead gently meeting his, your noses brushing together like a tender echo from the past when he was just a few months old. You were lost for words, overwhelmed by the depth of love and care emanating from your young son.

It wasn't his duty to protect you. It was your duty to shield him from the cruelties of the world. Your ten-year-old boy shouldn't be burdened with the weight of safeguarding his mother's heart.

"And leave me alone there?" you managed to whisper, your gaze soft but pained as you peered at him through damp lashes.

"It depends," he responded.

"On what?" you asked, while stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

"Do I hurt you? Because if I do, then I will not come with you. That will defy the point of why I will take you there in the first place," he explained with a wisdom that seemed too mature for his years.

"Never," you whispered, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you affirmed your unwavering trust in him. Lucerys himself never inflicted any pain upon you; it was the mere resemblance to a man you once loved with all your heart that caused you such anguish and the fact that despite your best efforts in raising him, he turned out to be a mini Aemond not mini you.

Lucerys nodded, withdrawing from your embrace to turn on the faucet. You assumed he was just washing his mouth, but to your surprise, he wetted his small hands and then turned to you, gently cleaning your face.

You let out a low chuckle, stepping back slightly. "What are you doing?" you inquired.

But Lucerys didn't join in your laughter. His expression was one of genuine concern as he looked at you. "You always look after me; you don't have any breaks. Let me take care of you this time. You're tired as well, I can see it, Mum."

"It's not your job, Luke!" you protested, your voice tinged with a mixture of love and exasperation.

"It's going to be," he shrugged with a determined glint in his eye. "When you're old and grey and wearing adult diapers all the time because you can't control yourself anymore, might as well let me practice!" He wiggled his brows playfully, attempting to coax a smile from you.

For some reason, you acquiesced, stepping back and allowing him to gently clean your face, just as he had done minutes earlier. Perhaps it was because you had always longed for someone to care for you, or perhaps it was the little girl inside you who hadn't received enough motherly care, and so she allowed her son to play that role, a role she'd had to take on at a young age.

Lucerys cleaned your face tenderly, and as he did, tears once again began to flow. Lucerys brushed them away and kissed every tear. You chuckled sadly because this was precisely what father used to do when you cried; he would kiss your tears away.

Lucerys extended his hand, motioning for you to part your lips. As if you were a toddler who couldn't understand words, and he carefully brushed your teeth.

After he had finished tending to you, you gently scooped him up into your arms and carried him to the comforting embrace of the bed, gently placing him on it.

"I love you, Mum. You are the best." Lucerys said with a warm comforting smile.

His words echoed in your heart as you looked at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—gratitude, love, and a profound sadness that this young boy felt compelled to fill the void left by a man who had once promised the same but had failed you so miserably. Your voice was soft, "I love you too, Luke."

You reached for his iPad, placed on the table, and handed it over to him before heading toward the closet to fetch some fresh clothes for your much-needed, hot, and relaxing shower. However, a knock on the door interrupted your plans.

"Qoren?" Lucerys exclaimed with enthusiasm, thinking that Qoren had returned from the meeting concerning the lawsuit against him filed by the hospital for attacking Aemond.

"No, my love, Qoren doesn't knock," you pointed out.

"Yeah, that's right, totally forgot," he pouted before putting on his space-themed headphones and immersing himself in a YouTube video, likely something related to obscure Star Wars facts.

You closed the closet door, adjusted your hair, and pulled your robe tighter around you. As you reached for the doorknob and opened it, a sight you thought you'd never see again greeted you. Your best friend, or rather your ex-best friend, Helaena, stood before the door, nervously holding her olive-green butterfly-printed skirt and biting her lips.

"Helaena..." you breathed out in disbelief, your eyes widening. A strangled cry escaped her lips as she launched forward and embraced you tightly. You didn't know what to do, so you hesitantly hugged her back.

Tears streamed down Helaena's cheeks as she choked out her question, "Why did you leave me?" Her sobs echoed with the weight of a decade's worth of confusion, hurt, and longing.

You were her only best friend. From the moment you met in kindergarten, your lives had been entwined like vines, inseparable and intertwined in countless ways. You played together on the swings, studied side by side in the classroom, went shopping, and even slept over at each other's houses more often than your own. The two of you had made vows to be lifelong friends, from college to sharing the same dorm room, and eventually, moving into the same apartment after graduation. The two of you had pledged to live out your lives together, just as you had promised one another when you were in the third grade. And in your future, your children were meant to grow up together, forming the same kind of deep bond that you and Helaena had.

But here she was, betrayed by you leaving her for something she had nothing to do with. And here you were, feeling too awkward to hug her back.

She stepped away, and as she distanced herself from you, you saw the raw hurt in her eyes. The pain and betrayal were etched deep within, and it was clear that her heart was still entangled in the web of emotions that had been severed ten years ago. She waited, her heart aching, for answers she had yearned for all this time, answers that had left her with a perpetual sense of abandonment.

You couldn't find the words to explain the unexplainable, the tangled mess of emotions that had driven you to disappear from her life. How could you answer the question she had carried with her for a decade? How could you say, “Sorry, I didn't tell you I was pregnant with your brother's child and needed help aborting it because you're Aemond's sister, and I was so mad and hurt by him that I wanted nothing to do with either of you anymore"?

Helaena, however, refused to accept silence as an answer. "You owe me an answer," she declared, her voice trembling with frustration. Her lips quivered, and her brows furrowed in heartbreak. She fiercely wiped away her tears and held onto the fabric of her skirt, her anguish laid bare for you to see.

You couldn't bear to add more pain to her already wounded heart, so you stepped back and shook your head, a solemn refusal. "I don't owe anyone an explanation."

"No, you don't owe Aemond an explanation, you don't owe your parents an explanation, but you owe me!" Helaena's frustration escalated. "I didn't do anything to you. I didn't hurt you, I didn't get you pregnant and left you. I wasn't even at school that day. I was getting my wisdom tooth removed! When I returned home and woke up, I saw Aemond crying, telling me you left! You owe me an answer, Y/N," she cried out, her voice a desperate plea, and her heartbreak echoed through the hallway “ You owe me! “

Trapped within your own emotions, you couldn't help but question why your past was haunting you at this particular moment, a time already fraught with emotional turmoil.

"I don't have an answer," you confessed, your voice heavy with unresolved pain. You clutched your robe tighter, your eyes welling up with tears for the umpteenth time in the last two days. Your gaze shifted away from Helaena, avoiding not only her but also the nurses and doctors who passed by, their curious gazes adding to the mounting pressure.

However, you underestimated Helaena's understanding of you. She knew you better than you knew yourself, and the evasion in your voice only hinted that an answer lay beneath the surface, unspoken, but perhaps too overwhelming to share. You had just confronted your ex-boyfriend a day ago, a man who had caused you profound hurt, and now you were facing Helaena, your hopefully still-best friend, while knowing that you would soon meet her mother as well.

Helaena simply nodded, her eyes fixed on her own feet, sniffing back her tears. "Can I meet him at least?"

"I will have to ask him first," you replied, wiping your own tears. You didn't mind Helaena meeting your son; in fact, you had hoped that if Lucerys ever sought his paternal family, he would find her first.

"I'll wait here,"

You nodded and entered Lucerys's room, closing the door behind you. You leaned against it for a few moments, trying to regain your composure before walking over to Lucerys's bed.

Lucerys gazed at you with concern, immediately removing his headphones and sitting up straight. He set down his iPad and reached for your hands.

You took his hands in yours and ruffled his hair with your free hand. You moistened your lips and said, "There's someone outside who wants to see you." Your expression turned sad, as you knew that in an alternate world, where Lucerys had the big family he wished for, Helaena would have been his favorite. Their shared love for nature and the outdoors would have drawn them close. "Do you want to meet them?"

"Who?" he asked with a hint of confusion.

"Your aunt," you replied, a word he had never truly experienced before. In his life, "aunts" had come and gone as Qoren's fleeting girlfriends, never truly embracing him as family. A real aunt was an entirely different concept, and you watched as the idea began to form in his young mind.

"Can you give me my helmet?" he asked, which in lucerys dictionary, means yes.

You nodded and retrieved his space helmet from the closet. After helping him put it on, you walked back to the door, slowly opening it to find Helaena rehearsing what she might say to him.

Once she noticed you, you gestured for her to come in.

She clutched her skirt nervously as she walked in, feeling a mix of emotions—nervousness, uncertainty, happiness, and sadness. Meeting her nephew was a bittersweet moment, given the ten years of lost memories.

Lucerys lay on his bed, his arms crossed and knees drawn up to his chest. His own emotions were a complex mix.

You watched as Helaena approached his bedside with her hands held above her heart. A sad smile crept across her face as she knelt down beside the bed, whispering, "Hi! I'm Helaena, your aunt! But...but you can call me Hel."

Lucerys opened his helmet, inspecting her with curiosity before glancing at you. You nodded, encouraging him to respond. He turned his attention back to Helaena and replied, "Nice to meet you, Helena."

"I like your helmet," she commented, her lower lip nervously caught between her teeth. "It's very, very pretty."

"Thank you," Lucerys said. "I like your skirt as well."

And so, as you watched, the two of them, just as you had expected, began to connect, their conversation revolving around space and insects, bonding over the shared wonder of the world they both loved.

"God, you are so fucking hot," Aemond growled, his voice filled with raw desire, as you straddled him. His fingers tightened gently around the back of your neck, a mix of possession and tenderness. He nipped and kissed a trail of soft, wet caresses along your neck, your chin, your collarbone, and finally found your lips, eliciting a loud sultry moan from you.

Simultaneously, his other hand explored the lush softness of your thigh, fingers glided along the expanse of your thigh, savouring the softness and thickness, as if memorizing every contour and curve.

Aemond fell against the pillows of your bed, his fingers intertwined with yours, while his gaze remained transfixed by the captivating dance of your body above him. His eyes reflected a mesmerizing fusion of desire, awe, and affection as he watched you move with grace. How your breasts swayed enticingly, and how your beautiful dark brown hair framed your face and clung to your flushed skin and it seemed like you were glowing in the dimly lit room.

With rapt attention, he traced every curve and contour of your body, his gaze inevitably returning to the captivating allure of your rounded, heavy breasts. Possessively, he guided your hands to rest on his chest before his fingers squeezed your breasts with an intensity that coaxed passionate moans and cries from your lips.

Suddenly, your movements paused, and his response was a desperate, guttural whine. Aware of your fatigue, as your trembling legs betrayed, he acted swiftly. He flipped you over, taking control. With a few more powerful thrusts, both of you were broken to the peak of ecstasy simultaneously, moaning each other’s name out loud.

Breathless and sated, he collapsed upon you, bodies sheened in a glistening coat of shared sweat. Skin pressed against skin, your ragged breaths synchronized as you slowly descended from your euphoric heights.

"Your breasts feel larger than usual," Aemond murmured, barely moving from his position but lowering himself to nestle his face in the valley between your breasts.

His eyes closed, and a soft whimper escaped his lips as he felt the tender caress of your fingers massaging his scalp. "They do, don't they?" he heard you say, a playful chuckle dancing in your voice. "They hurt too."

Opening his eyes, he peered up at you, brows furrowing with concern. "Did I hurt you? When I squeezed them?" he inquired, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

"In a good way," you reassured him with a captivating smile, your teeth once again teasing your lower lip. Your hands moved to gently stroke his cheeks, conveying your deep satisfaction “ Very, very good way “

A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and a wicked smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Without hesitation, his hand moved, seizing one of your breasts with a fervent grip, causing you to release an unrestrained, impassioned moan that reverberated through the room.

"Let's go again," he purred, his desire reigniting just by gazing at you.

A mischievous giggle escaped your lips as you placed your palms on his flushed cheeks. "My parents are coming soon."

"It will be quick, I promise!" he assured, shifting his weight to align himself with your entrance.

"Nothing is quick about yo—" you began, but your words were stolen by a sharp gasp as he impaled himself inside you. His devilish grin widened as he sensed your attempt to flip him over once more, allowing you to take charge, fully aware of your preference for control, which he found himself than willing to indu—

“ Aemond! “ Aemond's eye snapped open as he heard his mother scream his name. In his groggy state, he was momentarily confused, his dreams merging with reality. He sighed in annoyance once he realized he had been having a flashback dream of the last time the two of you had been together intimately.

He thanked the gods for the dark room and the fact that helaena wasn't here and that he was laying on his side, he quickly sat up and covered his erection with a pillow.

Alicent gazed at him with a mixture of fear and concern, her hands moving to flick on the lights as she gasped in shock at the sight of his battered face. She hurried to his side, eager to embrace him, but Aemond pushed her away, his mind still reeling from the torment of his dream and the ache between his legs.

Her fury at him, for concealing the truth about his son, had been a blazing fire within her. She had intended to unleash her wrath upon him the moment she laid eyes on him, but all of that dissipated when she beheld her son, her beloved boy, his face marred with bruises and blood. The anger dissolved, replaced by a flood of concern and motherly love, though she planned to resume her ire once she knew he was safe.

"What happened?" she implored, her worry palpable. Aemond shook his head, the weariness evident in his every move. He didn't have the energy to discuss it, or anything for that matter. All he wanted was to be left alone, to crawl into a ball and wallow in self-loathing and remorse, to berate himself for the pain he had caused, and to wish desperately for your comforting presence—to feel your touch, hear your soothing words, and have you guide him through his anguish. But he knew the closest he would get to that comfort was in his dreams.

"I'm going to sue whoever did this to you!" Alicent vowed, her gaze scanning his wounded face, her heart aching for her dear son, the depth of her love overshadowing her anger.

"The hospital already sued him," Aemond muttered, his voice drained of all emotion. "Mother, I'm not in the mood right now. Please, let me rest." His words held a truth that extended beyond the physical pain, intertwining with the emotional torment he felt deep within. "I'm fine," he added, although he was anything but. Nothing felt fine, and the abyss within him seemed to grow deeper and darker after what you had revealed to him the previous night. He knew that he would never feel whole again, not after the pain he had inflicted upon you.

“Why didn't you tell me, Aem?" Alicent's tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "Why would you hide such a thing from me?"

Aemond met his mother's gaze, his eye glistening with unshed tears. Why indeed, Aemond? Why didn't you confide in her? Why didn't you let her help? Perhaps, in a different reality, you would have been married by now, living in the dream house in Dragonstone that you both had envisioned. Maybe you would have been happily raising Lucerys, guiding him through life's ups and downs, and watching with joy as he welcomed little sisters into the world. You might have been truly happy once more, just as you had been with her. She would have been happy too.

"I would have helped you both," she said, taking his hands in hers, her voice laced with sorrow. "I would have taken care of him until the two of you graduated."

"I was scared," Aemond sobbed, launching himself into his mother's embrace. "I was scared."

"Don't you think she was scared too?" Alicent whispered, her voice tinged with understanding. She had experienced the fear and uncertainty of young motherhood herself when she gave birth to Aegon at her age. She comprehended Aemond's panic, the emotions he faced at that time. But what she couldn't fathom was why he hadn't confided in anyone until it was too late. Why did he tell Helaena when you were already gone? Why hadn't he reached out for help when he needed it the most?

"Where is he?" she inquired, drawing Aemond back slightly to search his eye, disappointment shadowing her features. Disappointment—a look he had never seen in her eyes before. Disappointment he would hate himself for as soon as she left the room. Disappointment he would cry over in the bathroom "With his... mother.”

"Which room?"

Aemond directed her to the room and watched as his mother left without saying anything more. The pain of seeing his mother's disappointment was a new kind of torture, one he believed he truly deserved.

Alicent stood behind the door to your room, allowing herself a moment to weep. She needed to cry before seeing her grandson. She didn't want her tears to darken the already somber atmosphere inside the room. She had cried during her entire journey—packing her bag, at the airport, on the plane, and on her way to your place. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from crying. It was a mix of emotions and unshed expectations that had built up for over a decade.

She had always believed that Aemond and you would bless her with grandchildren someday. A dream she never truly expected to come to fruition given the hardships her own children faced during their tumultuous upbringing. Yet, when she witnessed how Aemond spoke about you, how he described your beauty, perfection, and all the qualities he admired in you, she was certain that her dream was inching closer to reality.

She had cherished her own grandmother and had always aspired to be like her, yet the realization that she had been a grandmother for ten years without even knowing it now tormented her. She had never played a role in her grandson's life, a thought that weighed heavily on her heart as she struggled to compose herself. Her heart ached for you, as she imagined that you might hate her for something she had no part in. Nevertheless, she wiped her tears away, adjusted herself, and knocked on the door.

You had been prepared for her visit, as Helaena had informed you of her mother's impending arrival. As you opened the door, you weren't taken aback. You had contemplated countless scenarios while taking a shower, rehearsing how this encounter might unfold. You had no doubt that Alicent meant you no harm. She loved you, and she had always been kind and caring. She felt like a second mother to you, having played a significant role in raising you.

Alicent had always considered you her own child. She knew your likes, your interests, the people you despised at school, your hobbies, and your dreams for the future. She cried just as much as your mother did when you disappeared. She prayed daily for your safety and well-being, never forgetting about you.

"Did you become a writer?" was her first question, her hands clasped to her cheeks as she regarded you with a mix of awe and shock at the graceful woman you had become.

"Unfortunately, no," you replied with a tremor in your voice, accompanied by a faint, self-deprecating laugh. "I'm a secretary."

"Come here," she said, pulling you into a warm embrace, and both of you began to cry.

After she stepped back, she brushed away your tears. "Look at you, a mother, and a beautiful one at that! Your mother would be so proud of you!"

"I doubt that," you replied sadly, your lips twisting downward as you recalled the hurtful words your mother would have likely used to describe you.

"Nonsense! She would," Alicent insisted, drawing you closer to her once more, allowing you to rest your head against her chest as if you were still a young girl confiding in her about your worries in Aemond's absence.

A moment of silence ensued before Alicent proposed meeting Lucerys, to which you agreed. Together, you entered the room. When Alicent's eyes fell upon Lucerys, her breath caught in awe. She gasped softly, covering her mouth with her hands and startling both Lucerys and Helaena who were watching something on his ipad. She then placed her hands on her heart and watched him with shining eyes.

With eyes reminiscent of yours and a shade of violet akin to Aemond's, he bore Aemond's nose, lips, and chin, along with your brown hair peppered with strands of silver that curled just like yours. Turning to you, she observed you through glossy, tear-filled eyes. "That's my grandson?" she asked, and you nodded in affirmation.

"He's beautiful," she murmured, her voice quivering. She turned to him. "He's so beautiful." Indeed, he surpassed even her wildest imaginations, a sight that moved her to tears once more.

You couldn't help but notice the tears welling up in Lucerys's eyes. He bit his lip, fighting to hold back the tears. This was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. He had a grandmother and an aunt now—a wish he had made in letters to Santa, trying to behave well to earn it. A big family, that's what he wished for. Although he was content with you and Qoren as his family, he yearned for more. He wished for a big family with relatives to visit during the holidays, cousins to play with, and to create fond memories with.

Alicent approached the bed slowly, her eyes locked onto Lucerys. Helaena stood up, giving her mother space to sit on the bed, and she joined you, her own eyes misty with tears at the heartwarming scene before her.

Alicent's heart ached as tears streamed down her cheeks, her trembling fingers tracing the contours of his face, his hair, and the tiny arms that nestled in her embrace. It was a bittersweet awe that gripped her soul, for only yesterday had she learned of her precious grandchild's existence.

No, this wasn’t supposed to be how they met for the first time.

She should have been there from the very beginning, welcoming him into the world with open arms. The grandmother who clung to her sweet boy, refusing to let anyone else hold him. The one who insisted he wear the traditional Targaryen baby clothing for that all-important first picture. She should have been the loving hand behind his school lunches, slipping him cookies made with boundless love. She should have been the fierce defender, the guardian he could always hide behind, knowing that granny would protect him. She should have annoyed his parents with her natural remedies when he fell ill, resisting any doctor's intervention, because grandma knew best. She should have witnessed his first day of kindergarten, capturing a million pictures of him in front of that classroom door to adorn her living room.

Her lips quivered as they turned downwards, her brows knitting in sorrow. Lucerys was her first grandchild, her first grandson, and her heart ached for the moments they should have shared.

She wondered, amidst her overwhelming emotions, if it was possible to love someone so intensely after just five fleeting minutes. For now, she had declared Lucerys as her favorite, her heart's sole occupant, her sweet boy.

"You have my curls," she whispered to him through tears, her voice catching in her throat. She chuckled amidst the sobs as she unraveled her own hair. "See?" She brought her hair closer to his tiny locks. "You have granny's hair!"

It was a bittersweet revelation—happy that he had inherited something from her, yet a pang of anger swelled within. Her own mother had always said that the first grandchild usually resembled their grandmothers, but Lucerys was a copy of Aemond at his age.

Lucerys couldn't hold back his tears any longer. His voice shook as he spoke, confessing, "I thought I got it from Mum." As his emotions overwhelmed him, you took a step toward him, prepared to offer a comforting embrace. However, he crumbled before you could reach him, and Alicent drew him closer, rocking him gently as he wept.

"That's my hair," Alicent exclaimed, planting kisses all over Lucerys' head, and running her fingers through hid hair.

You observed your son's arms gradually encircling her, and you watched as Alicent pulled him back, gently kissing his tears away.

A smile graced your lips at the touching sight before you. It was clear now where Aemond and Lucerys inherited this move. It runs in the family.

A/n: again sorry for the late update, life is crazy over here. Anyway the next chapter mother alicent will force mc, luke, qoren, aemond and helaena to have a picnic on the beach. It will be funny and more comedic then the previous chapters and also more mc and aemond having a kind of normal conversation???

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#aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x you #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen angst #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond fic #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon aemond #alicent hightower #helaena targaryen #aemond modern au #hotd modern au

[bibibbon]

Characters with wasted potential: jirou kyokua

Thanks to @doodlegirl1998 for giving me some inspiration for Jirou's character and honestly Iam so sorry for taking such a long time to actually post about jirou.

My direction for this jirou rewrite is one where she doesn't become a hero as in the actual job but invents heroism in the music and media industry.

There isn't much to jirou in canon so I can't really critique anything.

Her design. I love her character design I guess the only thing I wanna add is that I want to see her sometimes just wear skirts or trousers when it comes to her school uniform

Jirous backstory. She is someone who has always had an interest in music and made it her escape during middle school because she would find the chaotic environment of school overbearing. Some people would try and isolate her because a rumor or a situation started where people became weary of her and her quirk thinking that she listens to peoples conversations and talks bad about them. However, she still had 2 friends that she could always rely on and she still talks to them in highschool

Jirou's friends at UA . For jirou UA is a fresh start for her she wants to be a hero and also make friends. She ends up befriending momo, tokoyami and becomes a minor friend with Izuku then the rest of class 1A. Since her and denki were paired up in the beginning he became the first person she talked to and by the time of the usj arc they became friends her friendship with denki was something that happend unexpectedly to her at least. Tokoyami and her bond over their taste in music and the fact that they just enjoy some peace and quite which is why she may be found hanging about in an art classroom with tokoyami and some quiet 1 A members at lunch. When it came to momo, jirou worked up the courage to ask momo to become her friend because she found momo cool and wanted to hang out with her. Momo accepted her request and they hit it of from there. For Izuku: one time jirou noticed that Izuku was feeling more nervous than usual (she could hear his heartbeat) and started a conversation to reassure him this then ended up getting them into a conversation where they both started talking about heroes and after izuku found out that jirou's favourite hero was present mic he ended up getting both him and her present mic signature. They aren't really close but they hang out every little while and help eachother out.

Jirou's UA arc. Through her time in UA she is making friends and trying to be a normal teenage girl but the villain attacks have started to make her and her parents both anxious and scared. At the usj everyone is feeling the impact of the usj and jirou is glad that everyone is well. Usj incident makes it so that her and her classmates coincidentally become closer and her parents+ middle school friends become a bit worried for her. This worry starts to decrease slowly as the year passes on and is immediately brought back stronger after the training camp arc. Jirou and her parents have a conversation suggesting that jirou shouldn't come back to the school and jirou feels inclined to agree but doesn't. She convinces her parents to stay and she does. However, she doesn't abandon the idea of leaving UA and ever since entering the dorms she feels like there's something of, instead of her worries being eased she is more panicked and it's affecting her negatively both mentally, physically and in her studies. This continues until after the school festival performance where she learns that gentle was going to attack the school. After her performance she also feels like music may be an actual career path she can take. All of these factors weight on her and she talks to present mic (who is her mentor) about it. He encourages and comforts her telling her whatever decision she chooses he will help her.

Jirou withdraws from the hero course. On a random weekend, jirou finds herself going home and she sees a thief who stole a woman's purse. She chases after the thief and gets the purse back for her. The woman is thankful and before parting ways reveals that she actually works for a news agency. It seems like her and jirou are heading towards the same area so they end up talking and jirou brings her passion for music, how she is conflicted about staying in UA or leaving, how she wants to help people and how she finally views her voice as something powerful that can help people. The lady offers jirou a role as her apprentice, telling jirou that if she chooses to leave UA that she can have a job with the journalist. Jirou accepts it and talks to her parents about it. Her parents seem to also agree with her and jirou makes the decision to leave. She wonders if she is being selfish leaving and how her classmates would think. She is dreading having to tell everyone but she does and as expected her classmates are upset that she is leaving but understand. Momo, tokoyami, denki and izuku are all supportive of her and ask her about what she plans to do, if she will visit them back and all that. Tenya reassures her that if she wishes to come back that there is always a place for her in 1A. Before jirou leaves the class decide to throw a leaving party and celebrate jirou's new start.

Present mic is her mentor and she interns with him

At the job/ apprentice. She starts to see the way of the media industry and how heroes fit into this elaborate scheme. One of her middle school friends does a UA business course and they choose to work closely both nitpicking the media industry. Jirou starts to see all the injustice and wants to give a voice to all these stories and issues that the news tires to cover or deems as unimportant. She talks to denki and momo about this. They suggest that she creates a website where she shares these stories in the form of videos or articles. Izuku and her business course friend suggest that she should make music about this. Izuku talks about her in the school festival and how her performance can influence people, how she can use her voice for the greater good to help people. She starts this website and labels herself earjack she talks about all sorts of things that she views as important and even opens up/critiques things that she finds wrong. The website starts to gain attraction and present mic finds it. He ends up promoting the website and even offers jirou an interview in one of his radio shows where they end up talking about things.

I would have jirou learn other things as well as promote her website. I personally think that due to her new found free time jirou would start learning things like first aid and trying to better her quirk.

During the war arc. I would have jirou put the skills she earned put to work. She ends up helping people as a first aider and working with the woman she met as news reporters raising awareness as to what happening in Japan.

Overall, I hope I done this justice I wanted at least one character to leave UA and I think that jirou is a great character for that. I wanted jirou's character arc to be about her gaining confidence and actually standing up for others and herself. Jirou is someone who is very closed off but also close with her friends she seems to be someone who is hard to approach but has a big heart and big passions. She doesn't think that heroics is for her especially after seeing the cruel reality of it so she starts to explore her opportunities within the media/ music industry and tackles the injustice she sees. She ends up making herself known well within the heroics and media industries earning the title of the earjack hero journalist

#mha jirou #jirou kyouka #mha #bnha #mha critical #bnha critical #hori is a bad writer #horikoshi critical #bhna critical #wasted potential #she deserves better #i kinda took way too much creative liberety with this #i hope i did her justice

[miinesweeper]

Headcanons of prom or hoco with rodrick?

eeee this is such a cute idea !!

— the minute he arrives to pick you up and sees you all dressed up he’s completely smitten, he won’t want to take his eyes off of you the entire night

— you also make him a little nervous, especially combined with the pressure of going to the dance, so he might occasionally stutter or misspeak, probably acts a little clumsy too

— midway through the drive he’d remember the corsage he’d gotten you and immediately feel like a dumbass for forgetting it

“oh, shit,” one arm fumbling around behind his seat, attempting to find the flower, the other still on the steering wheel as he lurched to a halt at a red light. your eyes remained on him waiting for an explanation until his gaze met yours, and he held out a container with a corsage inside, “couldn’t forget about that.”

— he’s definitely internally beating himself up about not giving it to you sooner and with better presentation, but better late than never

— the minute you get to the school, you two walk into the crowded gymnasium, but even with all of those people there, he looks at you like you’re the only one in the room

— i don’t think you and rodrick would end up on the homecoming court or anything, but holy shit you guys would end up being the life of the party anyway (mostly because of rodrick)

— he’s more than hyped to dance with you and show you off to an extent

— if possible he’d play at the dance too, but he wouldn’t tell you, he’d just wait for you to see it

“hey, i gotta run to the restroom real quick, don’t go anywhere, ‘kay?” he smiles at you, a smile that seems a little too excited to be slipping off to the bathroom mid-dance. but you just brushed that off and waited for him, your friends quickly took his place around you to talk now that you and rodrick aren’t dancing or talking. “oh, yeah, look he got me this fl- oh my god he’s on the stage.”

— and yeah, you can bet your ass he’s dedicating a song to you, pointing you out in the crowd, looking at you while he sings, the whole deal

— by the time he’s off the stage and back at your side, the two of you have naturally garnered a lot of attention from your peers

— you guys are there dancing and trying to yell to each other over the music and noise in the room until the very end of it, long after the majority of the crowd had made their exit

— he’s still absolutely wired though, and so are you

“i don’t wanna go home yet, do you?” he looks at you, hoping for you to answer with a no. “definitely not.” he grins at you, of course you’d say that, that’s what he loved about you. everyone’s getting into their cars and leaving, the parking lot slowly emptying. rodrick glances around like he’s looking for a solution to something. and as soon as he finds it, he takes your hand in his. doesn’t say a word until he pulls you under a tree in a far corner of the school’s yard. he takes out a pair of earbuds and hands you one of them, the two of you slow dance quietly, alone, to a song of your choice.

— once you two’ve had enough, you take off in his van, he walks you to your front door, and tiredness starts to set in a little

— he’d say goodbye like it was the last thing he wanted to say to you, because he could’ve spent the entire night dancing with you

you collapse on your bed, not even bothering to take the dress/suit off. sleep is eminent, but not quite there yet. your memories are all still very fresh, and snippets replay to bring a soft smile to your weary face as you lay alone in your room. tap tap tap. you already know who it is. without a second thought you open your window. “thought you were gonna leave me hanging for a second there.” “like i’d leave you hanging.” he smiles at you as he comes to sit on your bed beside you. “mind if we go to sleep? i’m so tired.” “sure,” he could’ve stayed up all night, but that was besides the point, “homecoming was so much fun, i didn’t wanna leave you. i had to come over, y’know?” the two of you laid down, not exactly comfortable in your homecoming clothes, but not bothered to get changed. “i didn’t expect you not to come back.” you two smile fondly at each other in the dark. “you look perfect tonight.”

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley #not my rodrick #doawk #doawk rodrick

[helloescapist]

For the Year to Come | Tamaki Amajiki

Word Count: 1492?

Setting: tamaki amajiki x gn!reader, pining

Content Warning(s): SFW, fluff

Summary: with U.A. a buzz with tsukimi so close, you find yourself with a helper in the kitchen as you prepare for the festival.

A/N: I adore this time of year, and the moonfestivals throughout the countries. Expect to see a few themed, fluff shorts this week inspired by the moon.

[image is not mine!]

Steam rolled off of pots, waves of decadent scents filled the small dorm kitchen. Kabocha rested under the air, nestled against the side of the kitchen. Warmed by the stove, the resting of dough, and produce awaiting care. The fold of noodles having dusted amongst your fingers, rested on hangers.

Set to rest for a moment, the fold of vegetables, under the sharp blade of a knife. Crisp and fresh, worthy of any producer. The smile of a hum tucked upon your lips as your fingertips tucked under your knuckles. Carefully pinning nappa cabbage against the cutting board. Your dominant hand wielding the butcher’s blade as you delicately threaded the sharp edge against the cabbage. Crips and tangy, the touch of salt against its diced leaves. Vivid green, lovely under the kitchen lights. Ingredients compiled, and procured from all the shopping districts in the area. Proof of the dedication the U.A. students and faculty had placed into securing their supplies. Despite the threat the League of Villains had posed, obviously significant enough to have drawn the entirety of the student body into onsite dormitories, the students and staff had resolved themselves to live life normally. In a way, it was verification of how resilient your class was, and the upcoming generation of heroes. Their resilience gifting you an inner strength to endure time spent away from home, encouraged you in the difficult times, and because of this, you had offered yourself up. Volunteered to do a majority of the cooking for the upcoming tsukimi festivities. Reassured it would be no trouble, you were more than familiar with the basics of cooking from your family having instilled long time traditions at home, and over the years, and while there were a few other students who stopped by, and offered their assistance as time went on, the majority had taken pride in preparing for other activities. Games across the school grounds, decorating, and preparing offerings except for one student, who had been known to peek in periodically. Shyly standing as though a phantom at the door, peeking around the trim of the kitchen entrance before scurrying off, just to inevitably return to peek into the humble kitchen.

                The first time Amajiki had wandered to this area of the dormitories, you ahd wondered if he was perhaps hungry, or in need of snacks. It wouldn’t have been entirely unreasonable, his quirk after all required quite the hefty stock, and for all the time you had been in the kitchen, the upper classman had not nibbled on anything. Regardless of how you insisted. Your offer having drawn the red to his cheeks, the tremble of his small elven ears, as his eyes surveyed the kitchen before releasing a squeak of a vowel you could not comprehend, slurred as he turned on his heel, and dove for the safety of his own private dorm. The interaction having drawn your curiosity, as to why he had wandered in the area in the first place. If perhaps, senpai was embarrassed to be caught hungry—you, yourself had been on the receiving end of a deceitful tummy growl in class. Though, you were beginning to suspect that it was not in fact his stomach that had drawn him to the kitchen. The pressure of his eyes peeking over the door frame, the wiggle of his nose, caught on the warm scents that illuminated from steaming pots. The tremble of his eyes when you had peeked behind your shoulder, anxious to feel someone’s else upon your back. Weary of a threat, only revealed to be the hero-to-be Suneater, or at least, you assumed so. The rush of his fleeing state leaving only the small tip of his pointed ears, and sway of his blueberry hair in your sights.  The third time, you steeled yourself to the eyes that traced your back. Fought back the anxiety that wiggled your bones and brought the blush to your cheekbones… shooed away any frightful fantasies. Reprimanded yourself for the brief thought that perhaps, he wanted to see you. No, no, no! shame on you, you scolded yourself as you waved your ladle in the smoke of the kitchen. As though you were exorcising such wishful thoughts from your crush-stricken brain. No, in all your time of knowing the upper classmen, you wore more than aware that… it was likely the excitement of setting up other events weather card games, or decorating with the ikebana displays had likely been too loud eventful for the quiet boy. Though his social aversion was evident, you had also noticed that when the opportunity arose, his kindness often broke through the cracks of nervousness and self-inflicted worries. He was sweet, and thoughtful, in the way he defended others on the battle field. His self-sacrifice and willingness to stand his ground—ah, it was likely the elven-eared boy was working up the courage to ask if you needed any assistance. Wishing to assist within his means.

                The roll of steam fluttered across your brow, tinted your cheeks as the all too familiar graze across your shoulders caught upon your heightened senses once again. Resisted the urge to giggle at his cute antics. The light step of his shoes tapped against the tile of the floor, his house shoes snug. Utilizing the sheen of the steel cover removed from steamed bok choy, you allowed yourself to peek at his obscured reflection in the cookware. A look of melancholy rolled across his expression, his eyes once again dusted over the ingredients, unsure of their importance. The red, the heat of the kitchen you told yourself touched upon the tip of his ears before his deep-set eyes found your reflection. His shoulders arched, and high, far too aware of how he had been caught. The turn of his heel, quick to flee once more denied swiftly as you caught the edge of his sweater. How cute he looked removed from his school uniform, snuggled into layers. “A-Amajiki-senpai, would, would you mind helping me?” You requested. Unsure if your request was far too demanding, or whether it was the reassurance he needed to bridge communication. The warmth of the night sky that stretched across the mid-evening met your own. Shyly gazing your reaction before drifting to the gaze of your fingers intertwined in his sweater. The fumble of apologies as you withdrew your fingers from his side.

Amajiki--- ah, no, he had said you could refer to him as Tamaki. Although the nervous shatter of his voice had you questioning if he was sincere, or rather, it was a forced attempt to be friendly when he was horribly uncomfortable. Oh you prayed it wasn’t the alternative. Numbly fumbled his name each time you spoke it. Basked in the appearance of Ama—Tamaki-senpai with a half apron tied at his hips. Shy to ask you questions regarding your ingredients. Little things, such as if you wanted the kabocha only washed, or fully sliced. Whether the noodles prepared were for udon or soba—nodded his understanding when you had resolved to make both. wanting to avoid a dispute amongst your classmates. How eagerly he navigated the kitchen, securing you ingredients as you requested them. The shy smile tucked at the corner of his lips, warm and soothing. Encouraged by your praise, and happy to be at your side. Flustered in the way he found himself leaning into your shoulder, nervous to answer your coos to try the broth. Panicked of the way you offered to feed him the sample while he folded the mochi dough, but most of all, it was the way that you tended to the stock. Drawn into ensuring the balance of dashi was perfect, and the miso glaze dressed across the simmered squash, when you had peeked over your shoulder.

                The ends of his hair had been pinned back with bobby pins, allowing you the rare opportunity to memorize his delicate features. The porcelain tone of his skin flushed against the heat of the kitchen. The rumble of pots teasing the tremble of your heart. The blush as his hair every reminiscent of an indigo bunting bird, and just as beautiful as its feathers carefully pinned to the side. His eyelashes, long and doll like. The almond cut of his eyes, appraised at the dough caught between his long fingers. The upper classman’s touch delicate as he molded the dough meticulously. Caught between the delicate pinch of his fingers. Rolled carefully and skillfully as though he had practiced the motions… no, you felt confident he had practiced this, maybe throughout his youth. The shy smile that found his face before lifting up the mochi for you to see. A small white plush bunny revealed between his fingers. Timid in the way he peeked down at it, and back at you, whispered, “F-for you.”

#tamaki amajiki x reader #suneater x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia oneshot #boku no hero academia #tamaki amajiki #suneater

[lamaenthel]

Obedience

[read on ao3][masterlist][Febuwhump prompt: obedience]

Jesse tries to hold out against the flaying of his mind, but Darth Maul won't be denied what he wants to know about Ahsoka Tano.

Characters: CT-5597|Jesse, Darth Maul, Original Mandalorian Character Wordcount: 1942

Jesse spat into the sewer water at Maul's feet and fixed him with a glare. "We can go round and round in this circle if you want," he snarled. His blood was still burning from the battle—from the humiliation of being captured—but the commander was safe. As long as Rex kept her from doing something stupid, like trying to come after him, she'd stay that way. "I ain't telling you anything."

"It is not up to you." A shiver went down Jesse's spine at the look in Maul's burning eyes. "Your mind will speak, or it will break." He raised his hand and flexed his fingers; a cold sensation like icewater spread out under Jesse's skin and shocked him. While he twitched, Maul started rifling through his brain like a holodex. Jesse pushed him out with everything he had, falling back on the tricks that his commander and general had taught him in order to resist mental manipulation. Enclose yourself in a box. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. The only thing that exists are those walls. Make them sharp, make them cut whoever reaches in. With every breath in, your walls are fortified. With every breath out, your intruder is repelled.

"Tell me."

Jesse tried to breathe in and fortify, but the Sith's intrusion squeezed his brain like a vice. His eyes rolled back in his head with the effort of trying to breathe and push the bastard away at the same time. He clenched his teeth and shoved to no avail; the weak mental walls he'd erected were effortlessly swept away by an icy red tide.

Maul breathed out the heavy scent of old blood and sulfur inches away from his face. "Who is this Ahsoka Tano?"

Jesse threw his head back and screamed, helplessly pulled under by the Sith's wave. It forced the air from his lungs and left him violently shaking in its wake, memories rising to the surface like a school of dead fish.

"That's our commanding officer? Shabla haran, she's barely out of diapers." Jesse stared at the little Togruta that stood at attention behind General Skywalker, all gangly limbs like a newborn orbak and eyes half the size of her face. Those oversized eyes snapped to his through his visor. His cheeks went hot and he squirmed, suddenly afraid that she could hear helmet comms with those horns of hers.

"We coat them in metal to protect them,” Ahsoka said proudly, removing her headdress for the three troopers to see. Jesse leaned in to get a better look at the iron-coated trophies. “Akul teeth are sharp but break easily. They’re like lampreys, they’ve got something like ten rows of teeth and are constantly regrowing them.”

Jesse punctured the hydropouch with a straw and handed it to Ahsoka. She was still too dizzy to stand. The static burn his stunner bolt had left on her big forehead was getting redder by the second. "I'm sorry, Commander," he said, too ashamed to meet her eyes. She laughed and patted him right on his fresh ink as payback for tagging her.

"Bobi!" Ahsoka piled out of the larty tumbling over her gangly legs, eager to dive into the arms of General Kenobi. She frantically rubbed her head on his weary, ash-smudged face. Jesse raised an eyebrow under his bucket. "Give you ten warra nuts if you call him General Bobi," he whispered over comms, making Kix snort.

Maul growled like a rabid massiff. "She is of his lineage. Of course."

"Kix said you're going to be on bedrest for at least two weeks while your nerves regenerate, so I brought something to keep you from going totally insane." Ahsoka set up the holoprojector at the foot of the medbay cot and slid onto the covers, stretching out beside him like a sleepy tooka. "Ever watched a sholo—erm, a Shilian holovid? Shili makes the best in the galaxy. This one is a series, it was only released off-world a few months ago. It's called Princess For A Year. The premise is a little sketchy, but the reviews are good." She rested her big head on his chest and dimmed the overhead light with a wave of her hand.

"Let me be very clear with you, Ahsoka." Dol Sylen rested his chin on folded hands and fixed the commander with a hungry look. "I am no fool. I'm sure you already have a plan brewing in that pretty head of yours. You're going to play nice, do your best to convince me that you return my affection and try to gain my trust." He fondled Ahsoka's lek. "It's not going to work. You're going to do whatever I want you to do. Not because you like me and want to be obedient, but because if you don't, I'll hit this button—" he held up a small remote, " —and shock your pet until he pisses himself. If I want you to dance, you'll dance. If I want you to bend over this table and let me fuck you, you'll get fucked." Ahsoka inhaled sharply as he yanked hard on her lek. "Or maybe I'll watch your clone fuck you."

Jesse screamed and shoved Maul out of his mind. The Commander's humiliated, tearstained face swam in his vision, her mutilated lek dripping blood, the wild-eyed look of a prey animal that she didn't shake for a full month afterwards… 

"Stop fighting and obey, clone." Maul spat the words like they burned him. "Give me what I seek, or I will return you to your beloved Commander as a drooling husk."

"I'll die before I let you touch her." Jesse spat a thick glob of saliva in the Zabrak's eye and tried to headbutt him. The Mando dalgaan holding him kneed him hard in the spine. He fell to the ground gasping.

"As you wish." Maul's eyes brightened, burning with hatred. "But you will show me what I want to know before you do."

Maul peeled Jesse's brain apart like an onion to get at what was hidden in the meat. His vision went black around the edges as Maul ripped him open with tooth and claw, spitting out the memories like viscera.

Jesse held Ahsoka tight and desperately begged the Force that she trusted so dearly to not let her die. "I think you need a transfusion," he said. She purred weakly and shivered, cold despite the humid heat of Xior-Cal. He helplessly watched another drop of blood leak from the tip of her right lek. She nodded off in his arms for the second time.

He dragged Ahsoka to the ground and started chest compressions. He felt her ribs crack and swallowed down a sob. Kix always said that if they didn't break, you weren't doing it right, but he was still terrified that he was driving shards of bone into her heart.

They'd brought an oversized bed into the halls of healing to accommodate Ahsoka's need for physical touch while she recovered from surgery. Jesse lay at her front while General Skywalker curled around her from behind; he met Jesse's eyes between her montrals and smiled gratefully.

"S-stop…" Jesse said weakly. "You…"

"Quiet." Maul flexed his hand. "Your childish affection for Skywalker is of no importance to me. What happened to this Mandalorian?"

"She killed him." Jesse caught his breath, fixed him with a glare. "She'll do the same to you, demagolka."

"His name was… Sylen. That was your kinsman, Ijaan, was it not?"

The hulking blue Mandalorian behind Maul removed his helmet and smirked at Jesse. "He was."

Jesse snarled at the sight of Dol Sylen's lone surviving clanmate. "Shabuir. Naasade ru'partayli gar."

"Ni'cuy mav. Gar vi'tayc, ara'goten."

Jesse flinched at the slur; stillbirth, the most favored word by the Deathwatch to describe him and his brothers.

"He was the one that suggested you." Maul clenched his fist. "More."

"I thought Appo was joking when he said you adopted that little shabuir, Commander!" Jesse stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders with a pleading look. "Tell me you're joking, Commander." Her big eyes filled up with desperate tears. "I couldn't just leave him in there, Jess!"

"Sentiment." The bastard snorted. "She adopted the brat of your progenitor? How compassionate of her." 

"Get down!" Jesse blasted the first two Weequays in the face, caught the knife of the third and shoved it into his own throat. The fourth got flipped and a gutshot from Tup. Boba plugged the next two that ran in and cried out for help as long, spidery white arms wrapped around him like a flytrap and disappeared behind the tent flap. "Boba!" Jesse cried, stepping forward without seeing the Nikto break off from the three fighting Tup behind him. Scaly fingers yanked his head back and a long knife opened his throat.

"I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me." Skywalker held his hands on either side of Jesse's neck. The tissue rapidly closed, forcing Tup's finger out of his artery as it knitted back together with the Force. He sank back once the wound closed with a final tingle, panting and pale. "Aurra Sing," Jesse croaked as soon as he drew enough breath to speak. "It… it was Aurra Sing."

Ahsoka sat with her legs dangling over the side of the catwalk and picked at her cuticles miserably. "I… I love him. I'm in love with him." She closed her eyes and squeezed out a trail of tears. "I am so kriffing in love with that man that it hurts, Jess, and I can never, ever tell him."

"Adorable," Maul said, his voice a sickening coo of mockery. He kept going, shredding Jesse's mind in search of what he sought. He flipped through memories like picturebooks and examined every tiny cranny that Jesse kept his deepest, darkest thoughts in. By the time Maul's hunger for knowledge was finally sated, Jesse could barely kneel upright. He'd pissed himself long ago and tasted vomit, though he didn't remember throwing up. His whole body dripped with sweat. When he looked down, he saw a small puddle of blood. He sniffed and choked on coagulated clots.

Maul finally withdrew his choking, oily presence from Jesse's mind. "Take him away. Ensure he is fed and watered. We do not want our hostage to perish before it is time." 

"Yes, Lord Maul." Ijaan Sylen yanked him to nerveless feet with one massive hand and shoved him forward. "Move it, chakaar."

Jesse stumbled over his clumsy feet. Maul…Maul knew everything. Every memory that Jesse had ever shared with Ahsoka had been sucked up and devoured for analysis, then spit back out with the meat cleaned from the bones. He knew about her Empathy and how her synesthesia turned people's emotions into colored auras. He knew that she left the Order after Barriss Offee had framed her for bombing the Temple and the Council had let her hang. He knew that she had a soft spot for the clones, that she had a deep adoration for General Skywalker and General Kenobi, that she believed in justice and in helping people and doing what was right even if it killed her. 

He knew she was in love with Rex.

He knew everything. Jesse had given Maul everything he needed to know in order to destroy her. He hung his head and wept as he was led away, wondering if it was possible to die of shame.

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS Shabla haran: fucking hell Demagolka: monster Shabuir. Naasade ru'partayli gar: Motherfucker. Nobody will remember you. Ni'cuy mav. Gar vi'tayc, ara'goten: I'm free. You're a slave, stillbirth. Chakaar: asshole

Taglist: @starwarsficnetwork, @febuwhump, @soliloquy-of-nemo

Divider: @saradika-graphics

#arc trooper jesse #darth maul #ahsoka tano #captain rex #anakin skywalker #my writing #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #star wars #the clone wars #dngg #febuwhumpday4

[fitrahgolden]

WEARY MEMORY: 1 - PROLOGUE: WEARY MEMORIES I CAN ALWAYS SEE

[SUMMARY: How did we get here?

NOTE: Warning: This exposition dump is very sad. It’s sad, ya’ll.]

Kate, age 10

Kate lives with her parents, Kaveri and Maaran, in Bangaluru, until her mother dies from injuries sustained in a car accident both she and Kate were in that was caused by hydroplaning during a heavy storm. Maaran moves Kate and himself to London afterwards. He had been offered a promotion that he had been considering turning down because of the required move, but changed his mind to give Kate a fresh start.

Kate, age 11

Maaran marries Mary a year after he and Kate arrive in London. Kate, a grieving preteen, doesn't readily accept Mary as a mother figure. Another year later sees Mary giving birth to Edwina. Edwina brings Kate and Mary closer together, and Kate comes to love her as her Bonus Mum.

Kate and Anthony, ages 17 and 20

Anthony and Kate meet by chance on campus at Oxford, Anthony being three years ahead of her, and almost done with school. He’s a writer who plans to write children’s books full-time after he graduates, his parents owning a generations-old publishing house, The Bridgerton Press.

Kate and Anthony, ages 19 and 22

By the time Kate and Anthony get engaged, Maaran is terminally ill. His death about six months into their engagement pushes their wedding back a year, due to Kate's own grieving and feeling like her relationship needs to take a backseat to caring for Mary and Edwina, who is seven years old when Maaran dies. The fact that neither of her parents lived to see her get married is devastating to Kate as well as Anthony. The two become Edwina’s de facto parents while Mary struggles with her depression.

Kate and Anthony, ages 24 and 27 Edmund (Ned) and Maaran (Maan), ages 2 and 0

Three years into their marriage, Kate and Anthony are happily married with two children, two year old Edmund Jr (“Ned”) and baby Maaran (“Maan”). Kate is a budding independent fashion designer, and Anthony is living his dream of writing children’s books, which Kate illustrates. Their life is again turned upside down when Edmund Sr dies from anaphylaxis. A bee had made its way inside of his and Violet’s home while he was alone. He didn’t always carry his epipen on his person when he was home, and couldn’t reach it in time after he was stung.

Anthony feels compelled to take over as President and CEO of The Bridgerton Press. His mother’s long term grief leaves her unavailable, and none of his adult siblings volunteer to help him take over running the company. Nor does he ask for help.

Much like they did with Mary and Edwina, Anthony and Kate take on the caretaking of Violet and Anthony’s younger siblings, Gregory and Hyacinth. This, along with heading up The Bridgerton Press, leaves Anthony with no time to write his own stories.

Kate and Anthony, ages 29 and 32 Edmund, Maaran, and Kaveri (Riri, Kav), ages 7, 5, and 0

Anthony and Kate’s third child, Kaveri (“Riri”, “Kav”), is born five years later, and Kate's resulting postpartum depression is debilitating. Anthony tries to be as understanding and supportive as possible, but they soon find themselves in a rapid decline of their marriage. Kate and Anthony are divorced by the time Kaveri is three years old.

[NOTE: The prologue made me sad, so I'm posting the first proper chapter today as well.]

#bridgerton #kanthony #anthony x kate #kate and anthony #kate x anthony #kate bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony and kate #anthony bridgerton #kanthonyedit #kanthony edit #kanthony fanfiction #kanthony fic #kanthony fanfic #the viscount who loved me #kathony #kathony edit #kathonyedit #kathony fic #kathony fanfiction #kathony fanfic #weary memory #weary memory au #divorce au #co parenting au #bridgerton au #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fic

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

the phone rings.

Cesar jumps, startled, nearly falling off the couch as the sound momentarily overloads his senses. he quickly regains his balance and grimaces, glancing over at the phone, which is near the opposite side of the sofa.

it’s Jonah, instead, who picks it up, being considerably closer to the device. he leans back and puts it to his ear, frowning.

Cesar gets a sudden sinking feeling, but his vocal cords suddenly aren’t working, so he remains silent as Jonah furrows his brows, sitting up again.

“hello?”

Cesar gives him a look, and the other man shrugs, cupping his hand over his mouth away from the microphone as he half-mouths, half-whispers “no sound.”

“if this is a prank call, haha, very funny,” Jonah says back into the phone. his expression is starting to turn to something akin to worry, and Cesar’s stomach keeps churning.

“just hang up,” he manages to wrestle out of his throat. “I-I don’t think it’s funny.”

Jonah’s about to pull the phone away from his ear to put on the receiver when he freezes. as in, his muscles completely tense up, his eyes darken, his mouth snaps shut. it’s the kind of body language the characters have when they realize the monster is right behind them, hot breath steaming down the back of their neck.

“what?” Cesar has to strain to hear his voice, and terror creeps up his spine as he sees Jonah’s face pale, eyes widening.

there’s silence. neither breathe as Cesar struggles to hear what the caller is saying without leaning too far over, but whoever’s talking is too quiet and he can’t hear them properly without speaker on. is that… tapping?

“it’s M-Morse code,” Jonah’s voice trembles as he holds out the phone, and so does his arm. “i-it’s for-” he swallows thickly, inhaling slowly. “-for you.”

whatever invisible dagger that’s been slowly digging into Cesar’s gut twists, and he jerks a little too quickly to grab the phone, nearly dropping it. Jonah flinches but remains silent.

everyone in the BPS knows Morse code. Sarah had implemented it back before Cesar joined, before Adam died, before everything turned bad like a rotten apple squirming with maggots. there’s a chart on the wall, and Cesar stares at it as he listens to the shorts and longs. for the longer sound, it seems like the caller slides their finger along something instead of tapping it.

slide, tap, slide, tap.

“C.”

tap, slide.

“A.”

this continues until a pattern emerges:

can’t talk. hurts to think.

I’m sorry Ces.

Jonah fixes Cesar with a weary gaze, giving a weak shrug. Cesar brings his other hand up to the phone, voice low.

“who… who is this.”

he knows the answer before “M” is even tapped out.

when they were younger, dewey-eyed and fresh out of middle school, Cesar and Mark had used Morse code for those days when Mark didn’t really feel like talking. it was fun sending secret messages back and forth, watching his friend try not to burst into laughter in the middle of class whenever Cesar made an awful joke.

I guess he never forgot it.

Cesar slams the phone back on the receiver before Mark can finish with the “K” of his name, staring at it for a few minutes longer before turning away.

“I’ll… I’ll go get Seth,” Jonah manages, reaching for his crutches. Cesar nods, sitting back down.

he stares at the phone for a few seconds after Jonah leaves the room, then moves to grab it again. he puts in “last caller” and picks it up, voice shaking heavily.

the call rings. rings again. and then there’s a click, and it stops. the young man takes a deep breath.

“…h-hey, Mark,” he says, voice wobbling, “it’s- it’s Cesar.”

AUGH. /pos lh

Man. Mark just. Trying to contact Cesar again to hopefully make amends-

#asks are neat #super cool fan stuff #alt return au #that’s right I’m tagging this stuff now cause I really like this idea- #I love the detail. that Cesar’s first words to mark kinda mimic his firsts words on the phone call in 1992 #if that’s intentional that’s a nice detail honestly #also mark and Cesar knowing Morse code for when marks nonverbal. yes #shmorps hall of fame

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Perfect Handwriting- Regulus Black x OC

Regulus Black x Cecelia Potter

Description: Regulus always seems to carry a journal around. Usually he brushes off Cecelia’s questions about it, until one day when he lets her read it and all his secrets are revealed.

Word Count: 2.2k

“Regulus, there you are!” Sirius called, his arm wrapped around Cecelia’s shoulders. She had no idea why her brother’s friend was so adamant about her meeting his brother, but nevertheless she let him lead her around the school after classes ended for the day. They ended up finding him in the courtyard writing in some sort of leather covered journal by the fountain.  The boy, Regulus, turned around when Sirius called his name, and a small smile appeared on his face when his older brother led the girl over to him. 

“Reggie, this is Cecelia Potter, James’s little sister. Cece, this is my baby brother Regulus,” Sirius introduced. Cecelia smiled awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed now that she was actually in front of him. Literally all she knew about him was that he was two years younger than Sirius, he’s a Slytherin and his name is Regulus.

“I’m not that much younger than you, brother,” Regulus pointed out shyly. Sirius rolled his eyes at the sophistication drilled into his brother’s head.

“We’re not at home Reg, there’s no need for the formalities. Just say hi to Cece like a normal person.” Regulus finally looked at her, and she watched as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He pointed to what Cecelia thought was her chest at first, making her eyebrows raise in shock.

“I thought you were in Gryffindor?” He spoke more as a question than a statement. She internally sighed in relief and laughed softly. Regulus tried not to think about how her laugh sounded like music to his ears. 

“You probably thought I was my sister, Madeline. We’re twins,” she explained. Regulus blushed in embarrassment at the confusion and gave her a lopsided grin.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the first one. And I can guarantee that you won’t be the last,” she offered as a form of consolation. It seemed to work because his awkward smile became a genuine one. 

“Regulus Black,” he reintroduced himself, holding out his free hand. Cecelia took it with a kind smile.

“Cecelia Potter, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The two shook hands, not even noticing that Sirius had stepped away from them. He was now standing a few yards away with James, watching the two with his arms crossed.

“Remind me again why you’re trying to set up my sister and your brother?” James inquired, looking at his close friend. Sirius gave him an ‘are you stupid’ look.

“Because how amazing will it be when they get married and we could actually call ourselves brothers?” He responded as if it was obvious. James nodded, then paused.

“Don’t you mean ‘if’?” He asked, perplexed. 

“I said what I said, Prongs,” was all Sirius said as he turned his attention back to their younger siblings. James gave him a weary look before copying his actions.

“I’m sorry about my brother. I have no idea what his ulterior motive is, but when he has an idea he does anything he can to reach his goal,” Regulus apologized.

“Oh believe me, I know. If I remember correctly, that’s how he and Gaia Devereaux became a thing,” she giggled, making him laugh then smile. He nodded and sat down where he previously sat before gesturing to the spot beside him. 

“Yep, it’s frustrating sometimes. You should see him at home.” Cecelia shook her head as she sat down, smoothing out her skirt afterwards.

“I can guarantee he’s just as bad, if not worse, when he’s at my house. It’s a nightmare for him and James to be together,” she countered with a mischievous smile. James smiled at them from afar. He was none the wiser to their conversation, but he was happy to see Cecelia talking and laughing with someone else after a really bad depression episode. It looked like a breath of fresh air was breathed into her when she talked to Regulus. 

“Oh yeah, I can totally see them together in the future,” James spoke with a smile. Sirius nodded and the two decided to give the new friends some privacy. 

“Can I ask you something?” Cecelia asked as she sat down across from him in the library. They had planned a study session for their upcoming O.W.L.s in the library and after a bit of searching, she finally found him sitting at a table near the back. Regulus looked up from the journal he always seemed to be writing in.

“Hello to you too Cece,” he answered facetiously. Cecelia rolled her eyes.

“Hi Reg, can I ask you a question?” She repeated.

“You just did,” he responded with a sarcastic smile. He laughed when she hit his arm, being careful that he didn’t accidentally scrape the pages with his quill.

“You know what I mean, Reg,” she said with a pointed look. Regulus couldn’t help but laugh, she just looked too adorable in his eyes to take her seriously.

“Yeah, but it’s still fun to annoy you sometimes.” She rolled her eyes dramatically at his response and leaned against the table. 

“Anyways,” she continued, and Regulus gave her a nod telling her to ask away. “Can I ask what you’re always writing in that journal? I’ve never seen you without it and not a day has gone by that I haven’t seen you write in it.” She tapped the journal as she talked, but made sure to not actually look at the pages so she didn’t invade his privacy. Regulus’s smile dropped and he glanced down at the journal.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” she added quickly. “I was just curious. You know how I am.” She was worried she spoiled his good mood until he smiled and shook his head, easing the tension.

“It’s okay Doe,” he responded easily. “It’s just a way for me to express my feelings so they’re not bottled up. My cousin Narcissa gave it to me,” he explained as he closed his journal. Cecelia nodded and hummed in thought.

“Well, that was very nice of her,” she said in the same tone as him. Regulus only smiled and nodded as he pulled out his textbook to start studying. 

“Hey Reggie have you seen my-” Cecelia cut herself off when she walked into his dorm. They planned to meet there before going to the courtyard for the Hogsmeade trip. If that was the case, then where was he? She ran back to her dorm to make sure she hadn’t gotten it wrong, but no, he wasn’t there either. With her shoulders slumped, she walked back to his room to wait for him, hoping that they wouldn’t be late to join the other students. 

It wasn’t until she returned to his dorm that she noticed something different. As she stepped closer to his bed, she noticed something sitting on it. It was Regulus’s journal, the one he always carried around. Why would he leave it in his room though? As she examined the worn leather cover, she noticed a bookmark near the middle of the book with her name written on it. She recognized the calligraphy as Regulus’s, she’d never seen such perfect handwriting for as long as she'd known him. 

After debating heavily on whether to open the journal and see why her name was on it, she finally unclasped the strap that went across it. If he didn’t want her to read it, surely he wouldn’t have written her name where she could see it. Right? The piece of paper was a folded note, as Cecelia found out. 

Cecelia

I had no idea how to say what I wanted to say, so I figured I’d better let you just see what I’ve been feeling. I hope you’ll read through them, I give you permission.

-Regulus

For a moment, she couldn’t believe what she read. Was this some sort of test? If it was, she was definitely going to fail it. Carefully, she set the note down and looked at the pae it marked. She noticed the date at the top of the page. It was November 4, 1975, the day they met.

I met a girl today. Well, more like Sirius introduced us, he’s always meddling in other people’s business. It’s usually annoying, but I’m actually kind of glad he did this time. She’s James’s sister, and she’s very pretty. I’d like to hang out with her more and get to know her better. (Hopefully) More to come later.

Cecelia blushed profusely as she read the first entry. He thought she was pretty? She flipped to the next page and noted that it was dated a week after their first meeting.

Cecelia and I hung out today. We had a study session because she was having trouble in Charms, but we ended up spending most of the time talking. She’s as witty as she is beautiful. Madam Pince looked as if she was about to kill us with how much noise we were making, it was pretty funny. Eventually though, she had to leave. Madeline had gotten her heart broken and Cecelia needed to be there for her. I admire her willingness to help others, I guess that’s why she was placed in Hufflepuff. To be continued.

She blushed as the memory ran through her head. It was one she thought about often because that was the first time they actually hung out together. It was nice, and she remembered how many laughs they shared. As she continued to flip through the entries, she read his recounts of everything they’d done together thus far. It was endearing to her every single time he mentioned how pretty she looked or how nice her laugh was. Finally, she got to the second to last page, dated almost a year after they began hanging out, November 12, 1976.

I love her. I am in love with Cecelia Potter. Her beauty, her intelligence, her wit, I love it all. But how am I supposed to tell her? I believe it’s easier said than done when it comes to something like this. I asked Sirius how to do it because he’d been with enough girls by this point. All he said was to do what I thought was best, but I don’t know what’s best. I’ll need to think of something quick before it’s too late. Maybe I could use this journal. 

Cecelia found her hands shaking just a little as she finally turned to the very last page. Date: November 19, 1976.

Cecelia,

I know this must have been a lot to take in, but I do hope you read through it all. For the past week I’ve had a hard time figuring out how to tell you, but I figured why not just show you? This was the best I could come up with. Over this past year, I’ve fallen hopelessly and desperately in love with you. You complete me and you understand me 100%. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. Every time you wrote to me over the summer, I felt my heart practically burst through my chest and there was always a huge smile on my face. If you don’t feel the same about me that’s okay. Just know you still hold my heart in your hands everyday that we’re together. Come find me in the courtyard, I’ll be awaiting your answer. If you don’t show up, I’ll have my answer and we can forget this whole thing. 

With all my love,

Love,

Sincerely yours,

Regulus

As if in cue, she heard Filch down in the courtyard calling a five minute warning for those who wanted to go to Hogsmeade. Without thinking, Cecelia grabbed her coat and ran down the stairs, not stopping once until she reached the courtyard. It was just about empty save for a few stragglers around. Cecelia stopped suddenly at the entrance and searched frantically for the younger Black brother. Finally, she spotted him in the far right corners, leaning against the stone railing and staring out at the Black Lake. She jogged over to him, calling his name once she got closer. 

Regulus turned just in time to catch her. Before either of them could talk, Cecelia kissed him with all the passion and love in her heart for him. He seemed surprised by her actions, but didn’t push her away. In fact, he did the exact opposite. His arms wrapped tighter around her waist as her hands rested on her shoulder. When they finally pulled away for breath, Regulus stared into her eyes.

“I’ll take that as you feel the same,” he muttered, breathing out a small chuckle. Cecelia nodded, her own breathless smile on her face. Of course she returned the feelings, how could she not? Without the need for another word, the two kissed again, though it was shorter than the first one. 

“Ready for a Hogsmeade date?” He asked upon pulling away. She could only laugh and nod, linking her arm in his. They stood side by side as they followed the rest of the students out to the tiny village on the outskirts of Hogwarts, happily oblivious to either of their brothers watching them from afar.

“I told you it’d work out Prongs,” Sirius spoke proudly. 

“I never want to see my sister snogging someone. That was quite possibly the weirdest thing you’ve ever dragged me outside to do,” James responded, scrunching up his nose at the memory now ingrained into his brain. Sirius simply shook his head at his dramatic friend and the two of them walked off to tell their friends the good news.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus black x oc

[misdirecteddimes]

ABOUT GREYSON: Sometimes I feel like I'm a silhouette, my imitation leads me towards regret.

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Greyson Cade Holloway

NICKNAME(S): Grey

AGE: Twenty-Nine

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man He/Him

FACE CLAIM: Logan Lerman

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′9″

WEIGHT: 150 lbs.

DATE OF BIRTH: August 12th, 1992

ZODIAC SIGN: Leo

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist

SPECIES: Born Werewolf, Turned 9 years ago

STATUS: Beta Wolf

HOBBIES: Poker, Motorcycling, Smoking, Pool, Baseball

HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, NY

FAMILY

MOTHER: Camille Holloway ( née Cooper )

FATHER: Sean Holloway

TWIN SISTER: Freya Holloway

CHARACTER HISTORY [TW: ASSAULT, DEATH]

His whole life, Greyson had watched over his twin to ensure that he’d see her the next day due to her affinity with illegal substances. The role of protector came early on with being the older sibling by ten whole minutes and being born into a family of werewolves. Camille Holloway only wanted the best for her children, but Sean had other plans. He wanted them to be prepared if the gene decided to make itself known. Once Greyson hit puberty he could feel something change within him, every little thing that went wrong sent him over the edge, even if the moment only lasted a second. There was no denying the werewolf gene taking over his senses, once calm and suddenly a loss on the baseball field felt like his entire world was going to explode and that was something he didn’t see in his sister. He turned twenty and decided to celebrate the best way he knew how, a local club in Brooklyn. Greyson put up a good fight to convince his parents to let Freya come out with him, a decision he’d soon regret by the end of the night. Hours of losing count of drinks passed and Grey followed his sister out into the alleyway, letting his rage fuel him as he put himself between her and another patron.

Anger got the best of him, the curse fully triggering itself once the man succumbed to his injures and passed on after the lights of life support flickered off. The Holloway’s didn’t want that burden hanging over their only son’s head and with only their family pack to call home the word a small town that was crawling with creatures like them acted like a beacon of hope. Sean was a loss, the anger boiling from Greyson's late night encounter was nothing he'd ever seen before and the only answer they could find was to seek out an Alpha stronger than himself. They found a permanent home two years ago, settling in just in time for Greyson to find an apartment on his own and be taken under the wing of a new pack leader to get his fresh abilities under control.

NOTABLE HEADCANONS

Greyson met Blue Sweeney back in Elementary School and quickly hit it off until The Holloway’s did some digging into the boy’s family. They warned their son to be weary of him and the things they were about thus causing the two boys to drift apart. They’d meet again as teenagers years later, bumping into each other after sneaking off into clubs. The two picked things up where they left off each time Blue popped into the city, Greyson ignoring his parent’s words as he focused on having an amazing time with his long lost best friend. 

Ages 20-27 were spent traveling from NY to WA with frequent stops along the way. They’d stop to recover, ask questions, deal with the full moon, etc. Making friends and allies along the way until they reached the town they heard so much about.

Greyson doesn’t see a point to commitment, or hasn’t yet. Moving around a lot helped with not getting too attached to someone else romantically. Definitively known for going out and having a great time with whoever he ends up running into.

#ashwickintro

[surrealinkrpstories]

FuckinSurreal

/I close my weary blue eyes as the sun’s bright rays glare down, my nape heating and reddening from the Texas heat. I carted back the gas tank, filling up my bone dry tank before hitting up a hotel just across the highway.

With the money I’d taken from @FuckinSwiper I rented a room, thankful as the cool splashing drops showered down on my aching tense body helping to revitalize me some. Staring into the fogged reflection of the bathroom mirror, I became more aware of the dulling pain. I look over my bruised features, thick calloused fingertips graze gently over the shiny skin around my left swollen eye; a light scab knitted the tender skin of my split lip together along with a cut over the bridge of my nose. I turned away from my busted reflection with a damp towel slung low on my hips.

Aching fingers roughly ruffle through my mess of wet hair before I crossed from the bathroom over to the sleeping area to drop heavily onto the rented bed. I spent the last hours of daylight resting more, while my mind replayed visions from earlier; The rough encounter with the three men in front of the shop, @FuckinLucid hitting the gravel, the men running off screaming bloody murder and @FuckinLucid’s tattoos…moving fluidly over her skin.

I groan out in my sleep, my brows furrowed strongly as I tried to piece the thing that puzzled me the most. @FuckinLucid’s tattoos moving. It had to be my mind playing tricks on me, right? Probably some damage to my head after that fucker took a lucky swipe at my cranium.

I toss restlessly, a forearm braced over my lowered lids while I slowly roused. With a swing of my long limbs I sit up, scrubbing the sleep from my beaten face before slowly pacing around for a fresh pair of clothes. I still needed to check out the shop, hopefully without the interruptions this time.

I sigh out a small hiss, as the fabric of my undershirt scrapes over my temple. I pack up my duffle, slinging it over my tight shoulder blades while making my exit. I crank up the Camaro after checking out and head back through the light traffic to reenter the warehouse district.

Climbing up the short stairway, a tight smile spreads on my cracked lips when I see the tat shop is actually open. There weren’t a lot of people inside, which wasn’t a good sign, but was really my last shot. I pass through the doorway, #Shace, from the night before, coming around to the front when the door chimes, his eyes shifting to the floor a moment before he calls back to someone else. I’m confused for a moment when he calls for #Roman, an older man appearing with various chunky silver skull rings decorating his worn, nubby knuckles./

“So this is the fellow who helped you out, #Shace?”

/He reaches out with his rough palm flat, clapping his other over our joined hands to give a firm shake in appreciation before releasing me. I almost quaked in my boots with the silent strength of his hand shake as #Shace stammers out a ‘Y-yyesss, sssir’ before scrambling over to the front desk. I chuckle low at his skittishness around me, and turn back to #Roman./

The name’s Vane, and I just offered a hand to your boy. He looked like he could use it.

/I thinned my dry lips, ticking my chin down once while I took in what I assumed was the shop owner. He’s fairly tall, his dark muscle shirt and jean over shirt hanging snug over his frame, black boots and black and white peppered buzzed cut. He had that old school feel to him. You know…the kind that you had to earn respect from. I clear my throat, shifting to break my gaze from his and give the empty shop another glance./

I was wondering if you were, by chance, looking for some extra help around this place. I’m pretty good with the gun.

/I tilt my head over to one of the broke down stations waiting to get set up. I don’t see any other techs around the room so I was still hoping #Roman had a free station. With his own skim around the shop, #Roman leads me to the back of the shop to speak in private./ “I thank you again for the help, Vane.” /He lets out a long weary sigh before continuing./

“We’ve been having problems with a gang in the area pressing the smaller businesses trying to drive us out or terrorizing us to pay for them to ‘protection’. It’s been causing some folks to close up and retire early. I, myself have been having issues with clients refusing to meet here at the shop to get their work done. Which affects business and income.“

/I sink down into the vacant sofa, the same one @FuckinLucid was sprawled out across the night before and process what #Roman is sharing. So that explains the men showing up late to taunt #Shace. I drop my head, elbows braced over my bent knees, body leaned forward before tilting my head up to #Roman./

If you had your own protection here, in store, as well as a new artist, would you be willing to help me out? I won’t ask for much. All I need is a place to rest my head, and money to get me by.

/I slide back against the cushions behind me, #Roman seeming to contemplate my words before giving a short nod./

“I believe we can work something out, Vane. It’s the least I can offer as some payback.”

/I clap my palms quietly together, reaching out to shake #Roman’s hand again. This could possibly be a great turnaround for both of us, and by the grin parting #Roman’s firm lips I think he’s realizing the same thing./ 

#Vane #SurrealInk #FuckinInkedStory #RP

[hyaina]

y’got the goods?

If anyone had informed a fresh-faced, first-year Ruggie that back-alley trades would be the norm at Night Raven University, he would have laughed. These spoiled little kittens? He’d ask through giggles, No way! The moment the sun goes down, they’d go squealing for their mommies at the faintest sight of their own shadows. However, as it turns out, Ruggie’s perception of his schoolmates was far detached from reality. Who would’ve thought an elite school of Twisted Wonderland’s most promising mages would result in a surplus of illicit trade? Sevens, there’s even a dormitory that specializes in shady deals! 

So much for prestige, huh? 

(Well, he supposes that’s what Royal Sword University was for.) 

Night Raven University’s love for fucked up economics is what lands Ruggie into a predicament. Y’see– He’s failing metallurgy. There’s no need to sugarcoat it; it is what it is. Despite the tutoring he’s been receiving from Leona and the best effort his brain could give, alchemy just isn’t for him. You gotta throw him a bone for giving his best effort, though. Y’know, between balancing his school life with part-time gigs, the upcoming spelldrive tournaments, and the desire to just have a second of time for himself, Ruggie tried his best. It’s not an excuse to soften up the failure on his end, though— It’s just a fact, just as the reality of him on the verge of failing is just another facet of life. There’s no use moping over it; he’s just gotta set himself on the right path again, by any means possible. 

(Because if Leona found out that Ruggie was failing despite his generous tutoring efforts, it’d be the end of it for Ruggie. And, as the captain of the spelldrive team and the housewarden of Savanaclaw, Leona’s gonna find out about Ruggie’s unfavorable marks pretty soon. ) 

In what could possibly be the greatest stroke of luck yet, it seemed as though the stars heard Ruggie’s desperation and blessed him with an opportunity— An extra credit opportunity offered by the Science department. Poor hyena’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when he read about it in the school’s newspaper. For a moment, he was hopeful. Then, the next, dreadful. Again, Night Raven University’s loved for predatory economics is what leaves Ruggie fucked up. For, in the pursuit of extra credit via faerie bread, it turns out that a certain dormitory sabotaged the dust supply. Better yet, because of Professor Crewel’s severe grading system, suddenly a grand majority of students on campus needed to make this damned bread?! Rich people seriously don’t have anything going on for them besides their money!

Alas, the desperation is what leads Ruggie to the “streets” (see: the DMs over Magicord). Ironic. Now, Ruggie has experience. He’s done these types of deals before– Real ones. Normally, he was on the dealing end but, as it goes, Night Raven University always opens doors for new opportunities. He got trustworthy intel from some of Octavinelle’s boys during Lounge hours, even landed himself with a contact number. This guy’s a real mad hatter, one of the bouncers had told him with a wink, after hauling his workload upon Ruggie. Got me some good Briar diamonds from him. The mysterious student in question had a reputation, apparently. The only drawback was that they were fae, or something of an intimidating species.

Now, two hours past evening, Ruggie’s waiting near the Great Tree in the woods behind campus. He’s hidden behind some bushes, a dark hoodie drawn over his flattened ears. Weary hyena has his magical pen held tightly in his grip: You can never trust anybody on campus. Still, the agreed meeting time he made with the mysterious student draws close. He strains his senses, if only to detect the faintest presence of another. 

everyone, let’s run! laugh with me,  @brawlrog ! 

#🍩 ／ thread : y’got the goods ! #brawlrog #( SORRY THIS IS RAMBLE-Y ) #( competition to see who can earn the most points this month is ONNNN )

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: matt czuchry

full name: Beckham James

nickname(s): Becks

pronouns & gender: he/him man

sexuality: straight

birth date: August 14th, 1982

birth place: Cape Cod

time in town: 6 years

housing: beach house on the coast

occupation: lawyer at merrock law

family: Lainey (February 2014 daughter) Luca (February 2014 son)

personality: if you ask adults, Becks can be cold and closed minded. If you ask the children, he’s fun and goofy and likes to make balloon animals at birthday parties. Who he is as a lawyer never crosses into who he is as a father. Becks will go to the moon to defend the law, often wiping the floor with other defense attorneys. As a father, he will be the first to catch their tears and hold their hands.

BACKGROUND / BIO

Trigger warnings: death.

Beckham William James was born to Maribel and Scout James in Cape Cod. His parents love to tell the story of his birth, never skipping over the detail of him making his grand entrance on the living room floor of their Cape Cod cottage. Maribel’s birth happened too fast for anyone to make it to the hospital, despite there being several nearby. Growing up, he spent his school months at a private prep school in New York City and his summers in Cape Cod, scouring the beaches for seashells. Upon graduation, he asked his parents for a gap year. A year to travel and figure out who he was and what he wanted to do with his life. His parents were weary, but they obliged. He spent a year travelling across Europe, trying new foods and exploring every inch he could. When he returned, his mind was clear and set. He wanted to be a lawyer. He wanted to uphold the law.

The year he turned 27, 2009, was also the year that he graduated law school and the year that he met the love of his life. Her name was Vanessa Lobeck. She was a fresh med school graduate that he met at a bar when they were both out celebrating their graduation. They were instantly in love and everyone around them would often complain at how infatuated with each other they were. Where one went, the other was right behind. Becks proposed after 14 months of dating and Vanessa had the wedding planned in 5 months. They moved to New York City together, where she got an internship at New York Presbyterian, and he found work at a local law office.

They were married for 3 years when they found out Vanessa was pregnant. They were over the moon, but they soon learned that it wasn’t all peachy. Vanessa struggled through pregnancy. At 15 weeks pregnant, the doctors told Vanessa that she was pregnant with twins. She was extremely sick through pregnancy and was placed on bed rest at 30 weeks before having the twins at 35 weeks. Lainey and Luca were born on February 15th, 2014. Vanessa swore she wasn’t having her babies on Valentine’s Day and held them in for one more day, delivering at 12:36am.

When the twins were 2, Vanessa unexpectedly passed away from a heart condition she had no idea she had. Becks picked up the kids and their lives and moved them out of the big city. He found a town Merrock that was cute and quaint. The town allowed him to see his kids and be the father Vanessa would want him to be.

#merrockbio #beckhamjames #death tw

[grabbedbag]

Thinking about Mono’s comic chapter

#a separate event from the school incident in my canon #he tried to make up for his actions in that event by aiding a pocket of runaways he’d manage to stumble across #they were weary of him seeing as he was fresh from the school but he was gradually welcomed into the group after his powers proved useful #it was a rather sturdy band of kids they had made a home for themselves in the husk of an abandoned apartment #he’d finally thought he found a place to be welcome and safe in #but of course wherever he goes disaster follows #the hide out was attacked and already present structural damage resulted in an electrical fire #there was panic with everyone rushing to flee from the strange skeletal arms snatching away their friends #as much as he loathed himself for running away the first time (leaving those who depended on him in danger) he found himself doing it again #this time excusing it as leading the monster away from the rest of the group #he cowarded within the broken tv cornered and out of options #this was the first time he managed to warp without the assistance of the television #found himself back on the streets of the city with the flaming building behind him #it was at that moment he knew he could no longer stay in this city #with a door as his raft he took to the water at the city’s edge and paddles until he found land once more #the woods was a nice change of scenery #💼 hcs

[nakachuchu]

Caught | Itadori Jin (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: He catches you masturbating.

READER: female

INCLUDES: babysitter, dilf, age gap, masturbation, cunnilingus, soft sex, soft dom!Jin, praise, Princess nickname, mild overstimulation, hickeys, protected sex, loss of virginity

WORDS: 2328

WRITTEN: 04/04/2021

NOTES: This piece is for @suna-reversed JujutsuHub event!

Jin's wife left him shortly after their son was born. Between work and the divorce, he barely had time to take care of his son, Yuuji.

That was where you came in. You loved children and had babysat for your siblings and the neighborhood moms' children since you were young.

It was only natural that you became an official babysitter. You went to school and got an official license. You preferred to stay long-term with children until they were ready to be separated from you.

You were highly talked about in Jin's neighborhood, so he decided to give you a call after hearing that the last child you took care of was ready to separate from you. He was a bit weary since you were so young, just fresh out of school, but he was amazed at how good you were with Yuuji.

You usually stayed with the household if they were newborns, so you had your own room in Jin's house.

"Hi, sweetie," you cooed.

Your fingers held onto Yuuji's wrist, making him wave at you. He gurgled happily, smiling up at you as you scrunched your face and kissed him.

"You're so cute. I love you so much," you cooed.

As if he understood what you said, he giggled and nodded.

"Wanna go see your father? I know you do."

You carried him in your arms and walked to Jin's room. Knowing that this was around the time he got ready for work, you knocked and waited outside.

"In a moment!"

"No rush," you said.

You waited a bit, scratching Yuuji's pink cheeks. You looked up when the door opened, faced with a suit-wearing Jin. He was fixing his cuffs as he glanced at you and down at Yuuji.

He broke out into a bright smile as he leaned down and kissed his son on the head.

"Meeting today, right?" you asked.

You switched positions so you could burp Yuuji on the back.

"Yes, so I may be home a bit later than usual," he said.

"I'll leave dinner out for you on the table, then."

He faintly smiled. "That would be great. Thank you. You're a huge help."

You rolled your eyes. "You say that every day, Jin. Off to work, you go."

"Yes, ma'am."

He grabbed his briefcase and you walked to the entrance to see him off. As he walked to his car, you stood by the door and raised Yuuji's hand to wave goodbye.

"Say goodbye to your father, Yuuji."

He tilted his head to the side as you waved his hand around. Jin chuckled and waved goodbye to the two of you before getting into his car and driving off.

"What shall we do now?" you questioned. "You don't smell bad so it's not shower time yet. Well, I suppose you could read my novels with me."

You walked back into the house and locked the door behind you before grabbing your novel and sitting on the couch.

Yuuji sat on your lap in front of your book as you read to yourself. He liked to smack the book and wrinkle the pages, but you didn't mind.

You'd often check up on Yuuji since you wanted to make sure he was okay at all times, even if he was simply sitting on your lap.

When you noticed him yawn, you closed your novel after making sure his hands wouldn't get caught in it.

"Naptime, sweetheart?" you questioned.

You turned him around so that his chest was pressed against your shoulder as you patted him on the back and walked upstairs to his room.

You sat on the rocking chair in the room and patted his back while rocking back and forth. You hummed a soft lullaby, waiting for him to fall asleep.

For the rest of the day, you cleaned around the house and prepared dinner, making sure to wrap Jin's dinner for when he comes back home.

You played with Yuuji some more after he woke up and fed him before watching a few cartoons until it was time for bed.

After putting Yuuji to sleep and taking a shower, you got dressed in your pajamas and slipped into bed.

You weren't feeling particularly sleepy since Yuuji was an absolute doll today. He didn't cause any mayhem so you weren't as tired as usual.

You stared at the ceiling in the dark before glancing at your clock. There was still time before Jin would come back home.

Your fingers slipped into your pajama shorts, rubbing up and down your slit. You weren't that surprised at how wet you were because you always were whenever you thought about Jin.

He was attractive, respectful, and such a good father. How could you not be horny or in love with him?

You closed your eyes as your fingers slipped between your folds to massage your clit. A sigh left your lips as you pictured Jin's tongue against your clit.

Your free hand cupped your breast, massaging it from under your shirt. You were panting softly now, hips moving against your fingers so that you could cum.

Being so far lost in your fantasy, you didn't hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs nor did you hear the soft gasp by your doorway.

"Jin," you softly moaned.

His briefcase slipped from his hand, clattering onto the floor. Your eyes snapped open, hands slipping out from under your clothes to prop yourself up.

Your door creaked open, revealing an embarrassed Jin. He was hiding his mouth behind his hand.

"Do you... Do you always think about me?" he mumbled.

You felt like exploding. You were mortified at being caught by your boss right after you you moaned his name.

"I—"

It didn't really matter what your answer was. Either way, you had a feeling you would be getting fired.

"Yes," you whispered. "I'm sorry. I'll pack my things and go."

"I—Uh—" He cleared his throat. "I never told you to do that." He moved his hand away from his mouth to scratch his cheek. "I think about you too."

"Y-You do?"

He nodded. "It's a bit hard not to. You've been with Yuuji and me for months now. You're a hard worker and kind."

"Oh."

You were too mortified earlier to be shy, so now was the moment. His sudden confession made you fidget and you weren't sure what to say.

"If it's no trouble—" He began to loosen his tie, making your eyes widen. "—could I help you with your problem?"

"Problem?"

"You didn't get to finish earlier and I have to take responsibility, don't I? Yuuji's asleep?"

"Yes, sir," you said.

Really, the "sir" was a reflex because he was your boss, but it seemed to spur him on. Completely taking off his tie while walking toward you, he laid down on your bed and tugged your shorts off.

You let out a squeak as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and tugged them closer to him, causing you to fall onto your back. He blew air onto your clit, making you jolt.

"Um—I've never—never done anything with someone before," you mumbled.

For most of your life, you took care of your younger siblings, went to school, and studied. You didn't have time for relationships and you never really wanted one because all boys seemed immature to you.

Jin glanced at you with a soft smile. "I can stop if you want."

You nibbled at your bottom lip and shook your head before resting your head back onto the pillow.

He chuckled before leaning down to look at your pretty, wet cunt. He licked a stripe up your folds to your clit. You gasped, arching your back slightly and pushing your clit against his tongue.

Jin licked tentative patterns against your clit, flicking it softly a few times and gaining the soft whimpers and moans from you. He hadn't been with another woman besides Yuuji's mother so it had been a while.

He buried his face into your cunt, pushing your trembling thighs down with his arms. Your head tilted back, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

"J-Jin—"

He hummed, tongue flicking your clit back and forth. He loved the feeling of your swollen clit on his wet tongue.

"J-Jin, 'm cumming! D-Don't stop! I—"

Your cum was dripping down his chin as he moved his tongue to prod at your cunt, slipping inside. His nose was pressing against your clit and his glasses were fogging up—not that he cared.

You let out a cry, thighs trembling as your body lurched. You came on his face, body twisting to try and get away from his mouth.

Your hand flew to his head, fingers gripping his hair as he continued to eat you out.

"J-Jin—Nngh—I—I can't—"

He hummed and slipped his tongue out from your cunt to lick your clit softly before kissing your thighs and cleaning your cum off.

You breathed heavily, tummy and chest rising as he crawled off the bed to take off his suit jacket.

"Is the baby monitor on?" he questioned.

"Of course," you murmured. "I'm not irresponsible."

He smiled. "I know. Are you too tired to keep going?"

"Keep going?" you questioned with slightly wide eyes. "N-No, I'm fine."

He nodded and leaned over you to kiss you on the lips before leaving the room for a moment, leaving you alone to think about how you got to this moment.

Jin walked back into the room with a condom in his hand. He crawled onto the bed between your legs, undoing his zipper to take out of his large cock.

You didn't think it would fit. It was much too large. He took the condom out from the package and placed it over his cock.

"J-Jin," you murmured.

"I know, Princess. I'll be gentle, okay?"

You gulped and nodded, letting him align the head of his cock with your cunt. He slowly slid into you, allowing time for you to get adjusted each time.

You held your breath when half of his cock was inside you. He reached out and cupped your cheek to brush away the small tears you didn't even know had formed.

"Breathe," he murmured. "You're doing good."

You nodded and let out your breath, trying your best to breathe evenly. You winced when you felt the tip of his cock press against your cervix.

"Good job, Y/N," he encouraged.

"Can you—Can you call me that again? That—That nickname from before?" you requested shyly.

He smiled. "Of course, Princess."

He began to slowly thrust into you and used his thumb to rub your clit in soft circles, knowing that you were still sensitive from before.

The bed creaked softly as he rocked his hips into you gently. You whimpered and placed your arm over your eyes, mouth parted to pant and moan quietly.

It had been a while since Jin last had sex—the last time was with Yuuji's mother before she was pregnant so it had been close to a year now.

He was already feeling the familiar sensation of cumming, but he forced himself to hold back as much as he could.

"Princess, let me see your face," he cooed as he picked up the pace.

You gasped. "N-No, it's em—embarrassing."

His free hand wrapped around your ankle and placed it on his shoulder. Then, he slid his hand up your tummy to push your shirt over your breasts, watching them bounce with each thrust.

"Please?" he questioned.

Slowly, you slid your arm away from your face and looked up at him with big, glistening eyes. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you, removing his thumb from your clit.

You whined at the position he had you in—your leg now hanging over his shoulder with your thigh pressing against your shoulder.

"J-Jin—"

He groaned into your ear as your cunt clenched around his cock. You whimpered, arms reaching out to wrap around his shoulders and neck.

His hands slithered down to your back, lifting you slightly as his lips attracted to your neck to create hickeys.

" 'm cumming! J-Jin! Ah—Nngh—"

You buried your face into his neck to muffle your sobs and moans as you creamed all over his cock. He groaned, hot cum spilling into the condom.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while, heavily panting while enjoying each other's warmth.

He kissed your cheek before leaning back and slowly sliding his cock out of you with a subtle wince. He threw the condom away before grabbing the blanket to tuck you into bed. Then, he leaned down to kiss your forehead. You forced your eyes open, fighting your drowsiness.

"Where are you going?" you asked.

"I'm going to check on Yuuji, then I'll come back. Go ahead and sleep. Sweet dreams, Y/N."

You wouldn't tell him you giggled softly at the sight of his bare ass.

You scrunched your face, groaning softly at the feeling of hands roaming around your face. You forced your eyes open and came face to face with Yuuji's chubby face.

He giggled and smacked his hands onto your cheeks. You softly sighed and grabbed his hands before leaning up to kiss his face.

"How do you feel?"

You glanced behind you since you were still on your side, only now realizing Jin was behind you with his arms wrapped around you. He was shirtless too, which didn't help. You averted your eyes away from him and focused on Yuuji instead.

"Good," you murmured. "Did you bring him here?"

"Yes, I turned your alarm off so that you could sleep in. He missed you."

You smiled. "Thank you, and I missed him too."

You grabbed Yuuji and turned onto your back, letting him sit on your stomach. He giggled and patted your stomach before crawling over to Jin.

"Hey, Jin," you called out.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to pay me overtime?"

He chuckled. "As much as you want."

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #JujutsuHub collab #itadori jin x reader #collab #Jin itadori x reader #jjk x reader