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sitizelter · 11 months
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Ghost 🤭
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hi ... i'll be busy w school again soon ..... :(( <//3
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very self indulgent sweet soft mushy lovey dovey hours (*´˘`*)♡
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he’s accidentally a slut
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michaelwatt · 11 months
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I have finished the series
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It has to be one of my fave shows ngl
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I FEEL SM BETTER AGAIN
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I’m so cold :((. My milk is gone too
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 | eren jaeger
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warnings . . . fem reader , black coded reader ! , best friends -> lovers ( ? ) / best friends with benefits . . i dunno , lotsa flirting , fingering , oral sex ( f -> m ) , both reader + eren are tipsy off wine , squirting , creampie , unprotected sex , use of daddy ( only twice ) , pet name usage ( ex. pretty, good girl, pretty girl ) , slight dubcon ( reader doesn’t wna make a mess , eren kinda forces you to ) , sex flashback mentioned , mention of reader havin tummy rolls when she’s folded up , don’t care how tall you are eren’s taller than you , characters are aged up to their early twenties ! mdni !
word count . . . approx. 6.1k
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i’m outside.
eren lets his phone drop back inside of the cup holder on his armrest after the text shoots through with a small ping!. “i’m not a succulent or a sucker, baby girl. these roots made me, i bring my flowers to the world.” his head nods slowly to the steady, rise and fall tempo of the beat echoing through his bmw m4 coupe’s speakers and he lets his hands fall from gripping the lower portion of his steering wheel to drop limply on his lap when realizing two, three, four minutes have passed and you still haven’t exited your building yet.
“jesus fuckin’ christ,” he murmurs underneath his breath, preparing to grab his phone to instead call you this time, only to watch the metal gate of your apartment complex swing open as you come walking out the second he clicks on your contact name.
in all sincerity, eren considers himself to be a simple guy. he sees something he likes, he appreciates it. something he dislikes, he’ll say it.
when he sees you start to walk to his car, dressed in a thin strapped, hot pink, curve hugging sundress that reached your ankles with a high slit to show off those fuzzy slides he loves when you wear with each step you take, eren habitually spreads his legs just a little bit wider. he does this every time he sees you and he doesn’t really know why — or, to plainly speak and to be completely honest, he doesn’t know why his dick goes rock hard after every single time he steals a simple glance of you.
“hey,” you breathe out and give a pretty smile when the passenger door’s open and you’re letting your hefty, marc jacobs tote bag drop onto his lap. eren usually makes fun of you for having a bag so big and is quick to make a snide comment about the accessory each time he sees you wearing it, however today, his complete and total focus is just on you, you, you.
he hums, letting his eyes openly cart themselves down the length of your frame. “you look good.”
when you’re buckled in and the door’s shut, he gets a nice nose full of strawberry poundcake. his dick grows harder.
you playfully roll your eyes and snatch your bag from his lap to plop it onto yours then adjust the strap of your dress to pull the front of it up higher to keep your tits from spilling over the scoop neck. “i know.”
eren feels the corner of his lips lift, as bad as he didn’t want to smile, and he waits until you flip the sun visor back up after gently combing up your falsies with the side of your finger in the mirror, for him to reach out his arm and grab you by the throat with a grip firm enough to gather your attention lock, stock, and barrel on him. he doesn’t miss the way you burst into giggles as you try to lean back while clutching at his arm, only he brings you closer until you both meet halfway with your faces over the armrest.
he mumbles quietly, “say thank you.”
you giggle harder and eren hates that having your face this close to his makes his heart feel like it’s galloping within the bounds of his rib cage. “fuck off,” you whisper back in reply with a cute smirk playing on your glossed lips. fucking minx. eren inhales a breath through his nose, then blows it out with a small chuckle before letting you go and turning his attention back to his front so that he can put his car in reverse and back out of the driveway.
“no, but i wanna say thank you for driving me around today.”
eren doesn’t miss how you reach for the bottle of water he has in his cup holder, followed by his phone. you type his passcode in as if the device were yours then riffle through the folders of his playlists to click on the one titled with your name you had made while bored one day and seated in his passenger seat, just like now. just who the fuck do you think you are?
“mechanic says my car won’t be done until tomorrow evening, but i really needed to go grocery shopping. my fridge is like, basically empty.”
summer walker’s toxic intro fades into the car through the speakers and eren bites a chunk of the inside of his cheek between his teeth. “you’re a fuckin’ pain in my ass, you know that?”
you note that he’s trying to hold in a smile because the dimple in his right cheek craters into the skin as his jaw constricts. “you adore me,” you grab him by the face so that his chin rests inside the downwards curve of your palm and your fingers pinch into his cheeks to make his lips pucker. “mm, c’mon. say it. say you love me, eren.”
his cheeks bulge as a handsome smile finally starts to spread across his lips. grabbing your wrist to snatch your hand from his face, eren then brings it up to his mouth to bite your fingers hard enough to make you squeak and jerk back. “fuck you.”
eren likes you. he really does, and his feelings for you always seems to hit amid the oddest of times — when you’re stuffing your mouth full of fried shrimp until your cheeks bulge or when you’re pouting and mumbling about how your favorite bronzer fell and cracked into tiny pieces so you’re going to have to order a new one. you have his heart right in the palm of your little fucking hand, nails are practically pierced into the meat of it and one wrong move, one wrong word can have eren either ripping it out or it bursting and deflating.
“hm. smell this.” standing in your favorite grocery store's produce section, you’re holding a plump, kesar mango up underneath eren’s nose so that he can get a good whiff of its scent. your eyebrows pinch in close when his facial expression doesn’t change and they jump a bit when you ask, “smells good, no?”
he’s blinking at you slowly, taking in your pretty face, “smells like a mango.”
your eyes roll. “you’re literally no help.”
eren hums as he watches you drop the mango inside of a little, plastic produce bag, followed by around three more after squeezing and sniffing them. “want a fresh pineapple, too,” you mumble before squeezing past him with the cart. eren can’t help but find this all a little … comforting. grocery shopping with you, running errands with you. he can see himself doing this with you again . . and again and again, if you’ll let him. “lamb chops or chicken drumsticks?”
in the fresh meat department, you’re pointing at the glass in which holds tubs of raw, unrefined slabs of it. your acrylic nail makes small clicking sounds as you tap at it then bend to get a better look at the lamb chops and you try not to stiffen up when you feel eren do the same, only he was directly behind you, with his crotch pressed right up against your ass. brown flyaways fall into your vision once his chin plops down onto the crown of your head. you hear him suck his teeth in consideration, “. . fuck. get the chicken,” he soon whispers. “see. look. ‘s not a lotta fat on ‘em . . and they cook faster.”
the rationale behind his decision makes sense and you’re fully prepared to go through with it, only, you don’t think you want to move . . or at least, not right now. because eren smells good, like woodsy body wash and exactly like bleu de chanel — the cologne you got him for his birthday earlier this year. and he feels good.
eren’s big, you noticed that a while ago. stands over an entire foot and a half taller than you and his shoulders are broad — he easily cloaks himself over your entire frame and you’re sure if someone were to stand behind you both, they would hardly be able to even notice you, if not for your feet between his. “mm, mkay,” you’re soon murmuring, matching the low tone of his voice before you’re forcing yourself to stand up straight which makes him do the same.
you had a hunch and expected him to take a step back, however he keeps himself there — chest glued to your back and he shoves his fists inside the pockets of the grey, sweat shorts he wore, as if cementing himself there and you try not to smile too hard when instructing the butcher which meats to pick, bundle up, and weigh on the scale.
“ ‘kay! next on the list is the furniture store!” you’re squealing and kicking off on the cart with one leg and your hands gripping the handlebar to catch up with eren’s long strides as you both walk out of the market back to his car. “you excited?”
he gives you a side eye when you catch up to him then pulls his key from pocket to unlock his car with the keyless entry. the trunk pops open as the locks unfasten with a quick chirp! and honk. “do you got gas money?”
his question makes you burst into giggles as you tilt your head back and place both your feet on the lower railing of the front caster so that he can steer the cart to his car by the basket. “mm, you charging me now, mr. jaeger?”
he doesn’t answer you. not until you’re both loading his trunk up with the bags and you’re bending yourself a little lower to push a case of water towards the back to make more room. merely then, is when you feel him do it again — his crotch presses against your ass and you bolt up on impulse. “please,” you hear him chuckle before he gives a tight squeeze to your hip. “ ‘m playing. you know i’d never.”
he lets his trunk fall with a strong slam when he’s sure your fingers aren’t in the way then walks around the car to the passenger side to open the door with a charming smile on his face. “c’mon. get your lil ass in.”
“i’m sick of you, you know?”
you tell him this while he’s speeding down the highway. your window’s all the way down and your hair’s fluttering on the thick streams of air pouring in. you don’t look at him when you say it, no, your eyes are closed and your chin’s tilted up towards the sun as if you were bathing in the rays it beams down on you.
eren licks his lips and glances at you for a long moment, simply admiring you. “what do you mean?”
you’re not smiling. he knows you’re serious.
you shrug, “i know what you’re trying to do.”
‘ i know ‘ … eren wants to laugh but he settles with a small huff while smiling, “mhm, and what’s that?”
you don’t know shit. you don’t know how truly deep his feelings lie for you but he’ll let you think that you do . . for your own peace of mind.
“you’re trying to fuck me.” his eyes bulge. “again.”
“oh fuck!” he can’t help but burst into laughter as he switches lanes. your words were so abrupt . . so straightforward, however he doesn’t know why he’s shocked. you’ve proven time and time again that you hardly ever hold your tongue for anyone nor anything. “shit, what makes you think that?”
your head turns towards him slowly and when he steals another glimpse at you, he sees that you’re looking up at him through your lashes and your lips are slightly pursed. it’s a facial expression that says a lot, specifically, ‘are you fucking serious?’ “fuck, alright,” why should he lie? he shrugs and keeps his eyes forward. “i wouldn’t mind if it happened again, but … i don’t want you to think that’s the only reason why i’m friends with you or why i’m doing this for you, alright? i don’t expect nothing in return, i don’t want you to pay me back. not in money, sex, favors, nothing … you hear me? i like hanging out with you and shit, but,” he chuckles a little. “i can’t help it. you’re fucking pretty and when i see that i have an opening . . to hug on you, grip on you, kiss you?” he shrugs and hums. “i’m going to take it — with your like . . your fuckin’ consent, of course. do i make you uncomfortable? with the shit that i do?”
when he glances at you, he notices a change in your expression. you’re no longer staring at him as if trying to read through the bullshit of his aberrant ramblings, your eyes are a bit glossed over and your lips are parted … you’re staring at him as if you just realized something.
“no,” you soon whisper. your head turns back forward and you go back to basking in the sun at his side. “no. i like it.”
and that’s that. your fingers reach out for the knob of the volume regulator to his radio to increase the sound of frank ocean’s voice belting out his bridge by the number.
you don’t want to think too hard about just how much you like hanging out with eren too … or, how much you really do enjoy feeling him hug and kiss on you. you two were just friends, will always be just friends. and friends drive each other to grocery stores, the mall, and their parents’ house to pick something up. friends invite each other up to their apartment to relax after running those said errands, and friends cook each other dinner.
you don’t know if platonic friendships end in you both sharing a bottle of red wine and . . cuddling ( ? ) on your sofa, but you try not to think too much about that.
“fuck, is this what being wine drunk feels like?” eren’s chuckling and rubbing the pads of his thumbs into the arch of your foot that lays on his lap. “i feel …” his head falls back against the back of the couch. his hair had long foregone its usual elastic — now hangs down his shoulders in a mess of curled and wavy strands that shine with a healthy gloss under your warm, though dim, lighting. “i feel sexy.”
your laughter bubbles up from the base of your tummy and erupts from your mouth. “you feel sexy?”
“mhm,” he’s nodding and his thumbs are sliding up to the outer ball of your foot. he presses in . . . hard, holding them there for a second, before proceeding in slow, steady circles. a burst of pain shoots up your calf, just a quick surge that makes you wince and straighten your posture, however you find that the longer he rubs, the better it feels. you melt.
“. . oh my god,” the moan slips out before you can reel it back in. “this feels amazing. why does this feel so nice?”
inner ball, down the arch to your heel, then he’s back up at the outer ball again. you whimper and curl your pretty, pedicured toes around his fingers once he starts to roll the knuckles of them carefully between the paddings of his thumb and index finger.
eren’s watching you — he’s fixed on you. his eyes are immersed in the facial expressions your face screws in. the little furrow your brows dig into when his thumb pressed into your arch, how your mouth drops when he uses his entire palm to knead your heel. he tries something. “feels good?”
your answer comes slow . . it’s like you’re in another dimension, but you soon nod. “mhm,” your voice is pitched an octave higher. “fuck, feels good ‘ren.”
eren is reminded of the last time he’s seen your face morph into those pretty expressions . . of the last time he heard those cute squeaks and tiny whimpers. six months ago, in his condo — silk, black sheets, red solo cups, hiccupy gasps, shuddery groans, white french tips lined on your toes that hung over his tatted shoulders, city skyline, pillows falling over the edge of his bed, confetti strewn all over the floors — it hits him like a montage. everything he remembers from that new years eve . . or should he say, early morning.
his fingers slide up from your foot to your calf. you’re soft . . unexplainably so.
“what are you . .” your voice is gentle and you’re pouting at him, just the slightest bit. “ ‘rennie, what are you doing?”
he’s leaning in slowly — testing you to see if you’d pull away, however when you don’t, eren lets himself indulge. he doesn’t kiss you full on, he lets his lips skim against yours, lets himself inhale your shaky breaths that taste like juniper and blackberries, and lets himself pull away just an inch when you go to lean in deeper.
soon, it’s only obvious his little game seems to piss you off because you grow antsy. lips glossed and pouted and with your pretty, round eyes flooded over with a drunken sheen he’s sure matches his, you whine out a tiny, “fuck, c’mon eren.”
he slowly begins to smile. “fuckin’ impatient,” he whispers.
but he gives you what you want — grabs you by the back of your neck to pull you in and smashes his lips into yours hard as if he’s angry with you. it makes you whimper. you feel him move. no longer are your feet thrown over his lap, but he’s squeezing himself underneath you, between you and the sofa cushions, so that you’re soon seated sideways atop his thighs. you love how small you feel in his arms, especially on top of him and you can’t help but mewl when his warm fingers start to climb up the slit of your dress to grab you by the waist and squeeze tight.
you find that eren kisses the way that he talks . . a bit slow, a little stringed together, sometimes messily. his tongue twirls against yours when you grant him opening deeper inside of your mouth and you moan when you feel his lips wrap around your own to suckle upon the slick muscle before letting go. it’s only right that you do the same, and when it happens, he lets his palm fall onto your ass with a thick smack!
“gonna let me fuck you tonight?” he whispers breathlessly, watching you fold your lips into your mouth and squeeze your eyes tight. “hm? gotta tell me something, baby.”
you want to weigh your pros and cons but you think that all of your common sense flew out of your brain through your ears the minute his hand touched your calf. “mhm.”
eren starts to thumb with the soft cotton strap of the thong you wore seated on your hip line and contemplates taking you to your bedroom — however that’s an entire walk upstairs and down a hall and he’s far too keen on you for that. he’s fully prepared to flip you both over to take you right here on the couch, but you’re mumbling for him to wait.
you don’t really say it, only you slide down off of his body until your knees hit the soft wool rug that covers your floor underneath the coffee table. “oh,” eren’s rendered speechless when you plop the side of your face on his thigh and fix him with the most dearest expression on your beautiful face. you don’t have to say it because he knows.
“fuck — want me to fuck your mouth?” he whispers, thumbs already hooking within the hemming of his sweat shorts to slide them down with his briefs. “huh? ‘s that it?”
you’ve wanted him to since that night. exhilaration coupled with two too many shots of tequila — both of you were too tipsy and hungry for one another that night to even think about anything close to foreplay, aside from eren spitting sloppily on your pussy and rubbing it into your little clit with his fingers. you know that he’s thick, though . . and long — know that he’d make the corner of your lips burn and chafe sore from the memory of the mere stretch of him pushing himself inside of your greedy cunt.
still, “yeah,” you whisper quietly, shyly with your eyes turning downcast and your butt plopping down on the heels of your feet. “mhm.”
his cock is pretty … but, it looks mean. two veins branch out in a strangled hook along the side, sending thick, hot rushing blood up to his tip to flush a deep maroon across the crown of it. soft, fat, swollen balls sit below, covered in just a slight, fine dusting of hair to match his happy trail and when you press a tiny kiss right against his frenulum, his entire shaft gives a jerk, sending it bumping right up against your nose as if needy for another one.
you can’t help but giggle and eren snorts a small chuckle while leaning his head back lower against the couch’s back pillow. “c’mon,” he mumbles, gazing at you beneath his lashes. his stare is dark . . brooding. “it misses you.”
“shut up,” you murmur in reply, unable to help how your face heats up because at the thumping of your clit and how you’ve been discreetly trying to rub it against the heel of your foot — you realize that your hollow, little cunny misses him too.
a slurred, long moan creeps up eren’s throat and glides out of his mouth the second you go to swallow him in one go. yet, due to his size, only around three fourths of him is able to fit — you gag on him almost immediately and eren’s eyes roll into the back of his head at the tight spasm of your little throat around his sensitive tip. “ooh, shit —“
drool creeps out the corner of your lips and you go to pull off, take a breath, and let a dollop of your spit drip down his shaft.
“one more time,” he breathes and cups the back of your head to add some pressure for when his hips slowly rise to push his hardened length back inside of your mouth. “jus’ one more — mmph, god damnit.”
you have him right where you want him. your head starts to bob slowly and the tight fist you have wrapped around his cock follows your mouth in steady, circular motions.
god, eren can barely even think, let alone move. his mouth is evidently, everlastingly popped agape with his initial shock of how fucking good you’re making him feel. he hopes you don’t pout too long at him for when he starts to rise and drop his hips to begin smoothly thrusting his dick in and out of your mouth.
you gag and you cough and you splutter, but eren makes sure to keep you where he wants you, uttering, “jus’ like that. mhm, look at me, look up at me, pretty girl — fuck, there you go.” feels too good, he can’t help it.
warm tears gloss your eyes prior to the little pearls beginning to drip off of your lash line and foamy bubbles of saliva bead at the foundation of eren’s cock before the liquid slides down and laminates his balls. it’s so messy and eren fucking loves it. he lets you pop off again to catch a breath and bathes in the pleasure of how quick you start to jerk him with a tight grip and flicked upstroke while your other hand massages his sac.
saliva shines over your chin and mixes in with the lipgloss on your lips — eren’s toes curl when he sees you lick it off, prior to you pinning him still with a doe eyed stare as your head dips so that you can lay the pad of your soft tongue flat against the base of his underside and slowly drag it upwards with a smile beginning to carefully stretch the corners of your lips at his transfixed expression.
eren finds that after that, everything goes a little bit blurry . . a little hazy . . — his next actions kinda … unclear.
because he doesn’t know when nor how it happened, but he finds himself on top of you with your back flat against the rug and his fingers thrusting up inside of your sweet, little pussy. and god, the faces you make . . the sounds you bless him with, eren can’t help but groan and grind his cock against your squirming thigh, needing to bury his face into the angled crook of your neck for his own sanity.
“shit,” you hiccup and tangle your fingers within the soft, brindled waves of his hair. “f-fuck, missed you. ‘ve missed you, ‘ren.”
you both see one another at least twice a week — whether that be alone or with your entire friend group for weekly game nights. anyone else would wonder what exactly there is to miss but eren understands what you mean. you’ve missed this. your body close to his, his arms wrapped around your little frame, the both of you pathetically desperate for the other. he completely understands.
“fuck, c’mere.” he grabs your face between his fingers to smoosh your cheeks in the slightest bit, make your lips pucker, then dips his tongue inside of your mouth for a sloppy kiss.
squelch, squelch, squelch — your pussy slurps and sucks in his fingers; pink walls grip tight around them and he spreads the digits of his ring and middle apart each time he pushes them in to get you to relax and stretch out. “what’s all that bullshit you was spewin’ earlier, hm?”
you feel his fingers exit your body so that he can lift up on his knees and reach for the neckline of his shirt to tear it up and off of his torso. the action leaves his hair a little messy and eren has to rake his hand through it to get it all off of his face. he wears a cocky, little smile on his lips. “ ‘you’re just tryna fuck me again,’ “ he mocks in a low tone while bending his head lower to skim his nose against yours. he wants you to feel his words on your lips. “ ‘fuck you, eren,’ and at your mom’s house? ‘nah, me and eren are just friends, could never date him.’ why’d you lie to her?”
you can feel him kicking his sweats and briefs off and somehow, the reality of the situation seems to hit you at full speed. you grow flustered and cover your face with your palms. “. . i d-didn’t lie.”
“you’re lying again right now, though.”
stupid, smart mouthed fucker. “fuck you, e—“
in a moment, he has your wrists gathered within one of his big palms and pinned above your head. and with the other, he grabs the base of his cock and makes his fat tip bounce up and down against your clit with sticky taptaptap sounds.
it’s fascinating, really — how your words immediately die out on your tongue as your brain goes foggy when you feel it. and eren certifiably, without a doubt adores how your pupils dilate . . leaving only a thin ring of color around a black, nebula filled disc revealing his reflection staring back at him. he’s the only thing plaguing your ditzy, little brain.
“oh my god,” is whispered when he uses his thumb to settle himself past that first, slight band of muscle.
off the bat, tight, mushy, warm wetness greets his cock with what feels like a firm hug. “oh …” his words expire upon the inlay of his tongue until all of his inches are seated comfortably inside of you. “f-fuck.”
god, he thinks what you own between your legs should be illegal. not a thought runs across his mind that didn’t include him giving you the keys to his car, his apartment, and his deposit box.
his initial thrusts are slow. he breathes you in, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, lips to lips.
“l-like that,” you whimper and hook your calves against the back of his knees as if to force him to not move one more muscle. “hng, j-jus’ like that, eren.”
he’s rotating his hips on each downward grind so that the roof of his cock brushes against your gspot. your eyes flutter close before you burst them back open . . only for them to unconsciously close again. you’re beautiful.
been so long . . eren’s been holding in his feelings for you for so long that when he gets the chance to physically express them, it quickly becomes overwhelming for poor you. ‘cause you give a little squeal when he lets your wrists go to grab you by the backs of your knees, push them up into your tits until your soft tummy creases with plush rolls . . and start to full on sob when his momentum increases.
the clapping of your skin meeting his is loud . . it echos over the lo fi tunes that are now mindlessly playing on your pink beats pill and your fingers claw at soft viscose when you feel the fabric starting to rub against the skin of your ass and back. “oh my god,” your voice is caught between a hiccup, squeak, and gasp. “oh my . . g-god — eren, please.”
his jaw is clenched and his hair is wild — it frames a face of pure frustration. irises of darkened emerald are fixated on your pussy … on how plush and fat it is . . how it oozes pasty, thick cream the color of silvery white. eren even thinks he sees a few speckles of glitter in the mix, knows he shouldn’t be surprised because every fucking thing about you is pretty, perfect, and divine. “you’re a fuckin’ brat, y’know that?” he pants while his fingers wrap around your waist to grip onto and make you start to meet his pummels halfway. “ ‘say you love me, eren.’ you already know i fuckin’ do.”
you’re hiccuping and whimpering with one of your little hands gripping onto your bouncing tit while your other fingers occupy your empty, drooly mouth. “mm, d-don’t say that, eren.”
he doesn’t know why, but eren huffs a short laugh after you say that. maybe it’s in the tone of how you said it — all tiny, frail, and whimpery . . not an ounce of shock underlying the pitch. it’s like you’ve known this entire time; just been too scared to delve deep into it.
he drops himself down to your level — lets your legs go and leaves them dangling over his shoulders and his palms pressed flat beside your face. “think ‘m lyin’?” he whispers. his pace slows again. he lazily pulls his cock out until the tip is the only thing that stays nestled inside of you . . and slams back in . . then he’s slowly pulling out again and snapping back in again. “think i’d put up with your smart fuckin’ mouth all this time if i didn’t, hm?”
you sniffle, “fuck you.”
he hums, “mm. i know.”
your orgasm wasn’t that far off nor approaching it difficult. however, you can feel that this one was different, and you’ve spent enough time overstimming yourself with your favorite pink, self thrusting dildo during the peaks of early mornings to realize what was going to happen.
your pretty face screws up and you push at eren’s sculpted torso with weak fingers, “ ‘m gonna . . feels like ‘m gonna …”
eren can’t help but feel a tinge of excitement spark within the base of his gut . . because if what’s going to happen is what he thinks … “stop squirmin’.”
he lifts your legs higher until you’re practically folded in half. you’re left helpless in this position and his cock is pounding away at your pussy as if he couldn’t get enough of it. the closer the edge nears, the more you try to escape his grasp. “e-eren, seriously,” you’re sobbing out of too much pleasure if anything. “ ‘s so embarrassing — pull out!”
“better not fuckin’ move, _____.” you flinch at your full name leaving his lips. “let it out or it’s gonna be a problem.”
when his thumb finds the pulsing, puffy bud of your clit, it’s instantaneous. a flood of watery cum drains out of you in a rush of hard spouts. eren moans long and loud as if he could feel it too and keeps pounding you where you lay, obsessed with how your eyes stay rolled back inside your skull and how your entire body trembles until every little drip is forced out of you. “oh, fuck. good girl,” he groans. “so fuckin’ good. there you go.”
his arms slip underneath your back so that he can lift and gather you within his grasp. he’s hugging you and mumbling, “come back to me . . there you go. come back, pretty.”
you’re left sniffling and twitching, legs wrapped around his waist and your face nestled within his neck. so much . . you feel so much. but still, “don’t stop, eren. want more, gimmie more.”
he will. he most definitely fucking will.
tatted fingers grip the soft, plush meat of your ass when he adjusts his position — him seated with his back against the arm of the sofa and you on his lap. he doesn’t allow you to move a muscle, even still . . just grabs you by the ass, quite literally, and bounces you up and down on his dick without a single breath hitched. he’s just . . watching you, sometimes letting a whimpered curse slip out, but that’s neither here nor there. he’s just … focused on you.
and you want to crawl into a hole and just die because as much as you try to hold your sounds of bliss in or keep your facial expressions from morphing into ones showing how you truly feel, it doesn’t work. your head lolls along your shoulder as your mouth drops and tongue slips out when he touches that special, little bundle of nerves inside of you again. “mmm, my god,” you want to cry so you do. “daddy, please.”
immediate. eren’s going to cum. he’s going to fuckin— “holy shit.” dull fingernails dig into soft, doughy skin as his head throws back. tendons within his neck strain and pull taut while his balls draw up close to his body and he makes sure to seat you flushed up against him for when the first spurt of his hot, thick, potent cum shoots up into your womb. “uh huh . . f-fuck, take it all.”
you’re shocked upon realizing that eren starts to fuck up into you at an even quicker pace than before, leaving your frantic little hands to fly out and reach for his shoulders for something to hold onto. “ ‘s so much,” you’re whimpering on half a mind. “daddy, ‘s so much.” you can literally feel him filling you up. it’s addicting.
“ooh, i know,” eren brings you back in close and rubs the cheeks of your ass in slow, wide circles as he tries to catch his breath after he finally slows down. “i know, baby. i’m sorry. you just feel too good.”
you nuzzle your face against his chest and relax within his hold, finding yourself exhausted beyond compare. and because of that, they catch up to you slow — eren’s words. ’ “ say you love me, eren. “ you already know i fuckin’ do. ‘ “mm,” you whine and turn your face so that it’s pressed up against his heart between his pecs. “i cant believe you said that.”
“hm?” eren’s tapping the meat of your ass with his fingers absentmindedly. it takes a while for him to let realize it, too. “what? i love you?”
“yes,” you fight to curl into yourself. “that was …” you shyly take a peek up at him to see his eyes already focused on yours. his face is blank . . unreadable. “that was in the heat of the moment, right?”
his answer’s simple, “no.”
your heart drops.
“what?” surprisingly, eren begins to smile. “you don’t want me to love you? ‘cause i can stop—“
“—wait, no, no!” you cower upon realizing that you’ve cut him off mid sentence in a haste. his smile broadens. “i . . i didn’t say that.”
eren hums and lets his fingers drift a little lower to find your pussy still stretched along his cock. “yeah?” you soften up and give a little nod, glossy lips shaping around an ‘o’ as your eyes go half lidded. “uh huh.”
“and why shouldn’t i?”
he starts to grind your hips back and forth and your mouth drops. “because,” you mewl. “b-because . .”
eren mocks your tone, “because what?”
he’s so mean. you pout, “because eren!” there’s no question, beyond a shadow of a doubt, by all means that, “because i love you, too.”
eren smiles the hardest you’ve seen since you have met him. “is that right?”
you’re a whiny, little mess — pouting and sniffling with your big, round eyes blinking up into his, “you know i do.”
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judeswhore · 9 months
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fluff alphabet; jude bellingham
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summary: fluff alphabet
pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader
notes: you can find my masterlist here. u ask, i deliver🤭u can find the smutty version of this here
A = Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
so so so affectionate it’s sickening to other people but it’s ur favourite thing abt him. he loves hugs and kisses and holding hands and just touching u in general. will randomly come up to u in the house or while ur out w family/friends and wrap u up in the tightest bear hug for no reason other than he wants to love on u. you’ll be talking or just minding ur own business and suddenly he’s smothering ur face in kisses, gripping ur cheeks and just attacking u with his lips and his excuse will just be “cant help it, just so pretty baby”. and saying that he’s so affectionate w his words too. always telling u how gorgeous u are, how nice u look today in those clothes or just randomly compliments u when ur laying abt in the house bc he just needs u to know and never wants u to forget
B = Baby (do they want children?)
so so badly. he has baby fever more than u probably. he always sees his older teammates w their children and it sends him into a spiral bc even tho ur both pretty young he cant wait to start ur own family. he can never concentrate seeing u with children bc it’ll send his mind into overdrive and he’s always telling u how excited he is to finally have kids. probably has a lot planned out already such as how he’d wna decorate their rooms and his favourite names and the two of u probably talk abt it a lot. especially at night when it’s dark and it feels safe to whisper abt ur future together. just snuggling into him and whispering abt which names u like the most and whether they’ll be more like u or more like him and if u should paint their room blue or pink or yellow. i think his favourite thing to do wld be to plan a future that involves kids
C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
he loves cuddles!!! more than anything bc he’s such a big softie and just likes holding u/likes to be held. loves a tight bear hug!! just wraps u up completely in his arms and squeezes, rocks u a little and it’s so comforting to both of u. loves to cuddle in bed too even when ur not sleeping. he’s watching tv and ur reading but he’s on top of u, head on ur stomach while he’s got his arms wrapped around u
D = Dates (do they prefer flashy or casual dates?)
bit of both and it depends on the mood. he adores showing u off and spoiling u rotten so he’ll book expensive restaurants and buy expensive wine and food bc u deserve the best of everything. but bc of his fame sometimes he wants u to himself where u can’t be interrupted or bombarded by fans. so he youse will have a casual cinema date tucked away in the back of the theatre and then eating fast food in ur car parked up in the car park. or just date night at home, just the two of u. cooking dinner or ordering take away, watching movies and smuggling, just super quiet and low key
E = Emotions (are they an emotional person? are they good at expressing themselves?)
we can all agree he’s pretty emotionally mature and he wld be in ur relationship. if something was upsetting him or he wasn’t happy w something he’d tell u bc he’s been taught that talking is always the best way to solve things. he is pretty emotional but he’s not one to hide it, he’ll tell u when he’s sad or when he’s happy and he worn try and hide any of his feelings from u bc he wants u both to be open abt that stuff and there for each other. sometimes he’ll turn to the silent treatment but it wldnt last very long mainly bc he cant cope not talking to u but also bc he realises that it’s stupid and he misses u. he can be very stubborn at times tho so even tho most of the times he’s great at communicating his emotions the odd time his age will really show and his stubborn side will come out. that’s usually what leads to the silent treatment but again it never lasts that long especially when he sees u looking all snug in his hoodie on the bed and he just need to cuddle u. he’d mutter a little apology w kisses and you’d talk it out
F = Feelings (who caught feelings first?)
HIM. he knew u was in deep the second he met u, stumbling over his words and getting all embarrassed, trying to be funny and failing bc he was so nervous. but after a few dates he’d know for certain how much he liked u. making him work for it a little bit and refusing to date him for a while and that just makes him fall for u more but from the get go he likes u so so bad. always flirting, always complimenting u, talking abt u none stop to his family and his friends. he’d talk abt u so much to his mam that she’d know u so well before the two of u even met. him being the one to catch feelings first he’d also be the one to initiate ur first kiss bc he just can’t wait any longer and then after he’d be a giddy little mess and wld have to kiss u again. and again. and again. until ur both giggling and u have to hold him at arms length
G = Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
he’s a baby and a gentle soul in person no matter how angry he gets on the pitch. he’s always so soft and careful with u (unless u ask him not to be) bc he’s aware of how much bigger and stronger he is and he doesn’t wna hurt u. always holds u carefully and kisses u softly until ur demanding more and then ofc he’s complying but if it’s not one of those situations he’s always so gentle with u. he’s always reminding u he loves u too at any given moment, even if ur in the middle of an argument and he can’t leave without making sure he says it
H = Honesty (do they share everything with you?)
yes. ur the first to know anything abt anything bc ur the first person he thinks to call or text or go home to. no matter what it is he tells u, whether it be gossip from the team or his friends or news abt his career he tells u it all. even bad stuff, he shares all of it with u bc he knows you’ll sit and listen and will offer advice if he needs it
I = I love you (who said “i love you” first?)
so even tho he caught real feelings first u were the one to say “i love u” first. saying it after one of this big matches and ur just so so proud of him and the second he’s in front of u u dive at him, wrapping urself completely around him and going on abt how proud u are and then slipping in that little phrase and jude wld think he’d misheard at first. he’d pull away and set u back on ur feet and ask u to say it again and ur smiling so bright at him, taking his cheeks and kissing him so softly while repeating it and he’s just so overwhelmed bc maybe he’s been wanting to say it for a while but he’s been a little scared but now he’s not holding back. smothering ur face in kisses and in between them he’s saying he loves u. just so sweet and cute and neither of u are focused on people around u
J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)
i feel like he’s very confident in ur relationship and how much u love him so he usually doesn’t get jealous bc he knows if anyone’s coming on to u ur not interested and wld brush them off immediately. but sometimes he can’t help himself, usually if it’s his friends or teammates that have a thing for u bc to him that’s crossing a line. he doesn’t really do anything too drastic, usually just a “subtle” reminder that ur his. will usually wrap an arm around ur shoulder or waist or pull u in for a quick kiss, just something to say “yeah she’s mine u can stop looking now”. it sometimes makes him a little pouty but ur always quick to kiss that away and send him a smile and a reminder that u love him
K = Kisses (where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?)
loves loves loves giving forehead kisses!!! will just cup the back of ur neck and then dip his head to press his lips to ur forehead. sometimes he’ll linger for a little while and you’ll feel him smile and it’s honestly the cutest thing. does it all the time. to say hello, to say goodbye, to say he loves u, just bc, while he’s laughing over something you’ve said, to placate ur jealousy, as a way of making u feel better if u sad, literally will kiss ur forehead all the time and for so many reasons :(
he likes when u kiss his jaw bc it makes him all fuzzy inside and u often do it before kissing him properly so it’s like a build up. just slowly kissing his jaw until he’s all impatient and then finally slotting ur lips over his and he’ll give this quiet little hum of happiness every single time. also likes when u kiss his thighs, not even in a sexual way (although he does love that). just laying w ur head on his thigh while watching tv or scrolling on ur phone and then you’ll just turn ur head and pepper his thighs in kisses just showing them so much love and he always gets a stupid grin on his face bc he thinks it’s adorable
L = Little ones (how are they around children?)
oh he’s an absolute angel we all know this. is so happy to be around children no matter what, will talk to them, play w them, teach them little football tricks if they ask like he’s just the sweetest and u adore it. if u have little neices/nephews or siblings he’d love being around them, like wld wna babysit all the time and wld have the best time and they’d love him. the way he is w children always makes u broody and he always teases u abt it and jokes that all the babysitting now is to prepare u for future little bellingham’s
M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)
some mornings he has to leave before u and if that’s the case he’ll be so so quiet while getting ready and then wld leave with a little kiss on ur head and wld text u immediately after leaving the house to say he’s left and good morning and he loves u :( but if ur able to spend a morning together it’s usually relatively slow. neither of u are morning people so it’s usually quiet, sharing soft kisses and muttered “good mornings” while still tangled in the sheets bc u always take forever to finally get up. when u do u brush ur teeth and everything in silence, jude occasionally squeezing ur hip or nudging u softly in a little loving way. making breakfast together and he’s behind u, arms around ur waist to cuddle into u while u talk quietly abt what ur gna do that day. it generally is just slow and loving and quiet but that’s how u like it
N = Nights (how are nights spent with them?)
SNUGGLES!!!!! nighttime routine together first tho, whether that be showering together or wtv and then doing ur skincare (forcing him to do the same as u bc u wna keep his skin beautiful) before getting ready for bed. he always always puts ur pjs in the dryer while ur doing ur skincare bc he knows u like them to be warm. either snuggling on the sofa w blankets or in bed to catch up on a show ur watching together and he’s got u tucked up against his side, head on his chest and he’s stroking ur arm and ur head and soothing u to sleep. it’s always so slow and soft bc usually u don’t get a lot of time together during the day so nighttime is for the two of u just to relax and bask in each other’s company
O = Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)
i feel like it’d take a bit of time at first, not like loads but he’d definitely be a little hesitant at first revealing certain things bc he’s still so unsure if he can trust girls given his fame :( but from the very start you’d make it clear u aren’t interested in any of that and it wldnt take him long to realise and he’d trust u a lot more than he does a lot of people even early on. he’d like u so much from the very first meeting so as soon as he’d figured out he could really trust u he’d have no problems spilling things abt himself, even the most embarrassing of his secrets
P = Parents (do their parents like you?)
oh god yes. like more than they like him and jobe. u and his mam are practically best friends and u always do things w her without jude. always shopping and going out for meals or going to spas and she’s always calling and texting to see if ur okay and jude’s always like??? “hello i’m here too” and she’d just brush him off bc ofc he is but she needs to know how ur feeling today. being just as close to his dad and u and him always bullying jude bc he’s always showing u old baby pics that u can use against ur boyfriend
Q = Quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)
every. single. thing. from the very first time u spoke to each other bc he’s been down bad ever since. like remembers things u told him on ur first date and ur like??? how is that even possible. always remembers if u say u like something, even in passing, and then wld get that thing for u and wld act so casual abt it but it means the absolute world to u. being at dinner w friends and they’re offering drinks/food and before u even know what’s going on he’s all “no she doesn’t like that, she’ll have ___ tho” and it’s the exact thing u wld’ve chosen and it makes u all giddy inside how well he knows u
R = Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
the first time u went to one of his matches. he remembers being so nervous at first to have u there, tucked in w his family, bc he wanted to impress u and wanted u to see how good he was (as if u didn’t already know🙄). but the second he spotted u he was so giddy, grinning so bright and just wanting to kiss u silly bc u looked so pretty in his shirt. you’d told him that morning that u knew he was gna score bc u could feel it, joking u were a good luck charm and he did score dedicating the goal to u and feeling so happy abt how shy u looked when he pointed ur way. after the match he’d gone and pulled u into a hug and kissed u like he’d been wanting to all match and he’ll never forget ur smile and all the praise u threw his way. u did that after every match following, no matter the outcome, always telling him how proud u are but nothing wld beat that first time
S = Sad (how do they like to be comforted?)
loves back and head scratches :)) if he’s feeling down he doesn’t even really need to tell u bc u can just tell, letting him know he can talk when he’s ready while coaxing him into bed or onto the sofa. he likes when u let him lay on top of u, face tucked away in ur neck ur while u gently graze ur nails over his back and shoulders or over his head :( like i said early he’s good at talking abt his feelings so after a while he’ll eventually tell u what’s wrong bc he knows how good u are at giving him advice or just cheering him up a little bit he won’t move from that position even while ur talking so you’ll spend a good chunk of time just slowly rubbing over his skin until he’s ready to move
T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
he deserves a medal for how much effort he puts into the relationship. even tho he’s a busy boy he still makes sure he’s treating u right. dates are always planned to perfection no matter what they are. he always goes all out on anniversaries and bdays, books time away to ur favourite places as a surprise and buys u the sweetest gifts, often new pieces of jewellery bc he just likes spoiling u. even just day to day he’s so attentive and sweet. leaves little notes on the mirror or fridge if he leaves for training before ur awake, gets ur coffee and breakfast ready so u don’t have to rush when u do wake up. will sometimes bring home ur favourite snacks or something if he’s passed a shop bc he knows the thought alone will make u smile
U = Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)
he’s a boy and is sooooo messy and doesn’t clean up after himself. definitely leads to arguments when he leaves dishes out or leaves his clothes all over the floor. but then he’ll just flash u that charming smile and give u a kiss and a sickly sweet apology
V = Value (how valuable is your relationship to them? is it a top priority?)
absolutely it’s a top priority. he knows he’s busy and his career means ur apart a lot and he knows that can be difficult but he never lets u think he’s putting that before u. he puts so much effort into making sure u know he loves and appreciates u even if u haven’t seen each other in a while and he’s always inviting u to events and matches so he can keep up w his career and while not neglecting u or ur relationship. if you’ve been apart for a while bc of matches he’ll make sure that as soon as he’s free again u have all his time even if that’s just spending the day at home together
W = Wedding (do they see themselves marrying you?)
yes 100%. he thinks abt it all the time. probably more than u (he’s a massive romantic okay idc). he’s definitely talked to urs and his parents abt it, urs more so in passing as tho looking for approval (which he was given immediately) but w his mam especially he’s talked abt it a lot. he’s looked at rings online a couple of times trying to find which ones he thinks u wld like the most and you’d already told him ur dream destination and he’s looked into it. he’s more than ready for when the time actually comes and ur both ready for the next step. BUT i feel like he’d wna have kids first bc he wants to see them as little flower girls/page boys like nothing wld make him happier than marrying u and having ur children there to see
X = Xylophone (what’s your song?)
mardy bum by arctic monkeys. jude’s always teasing u abt how moody u are sometimes (especially on ur period) and whenever u get in a real mood w him he’d gotten into the habit of playing that song or singing it to u and most of the time it’ll make u laugh, usually bc his singing is so awful. he likes singing it really loud with u in the kitchen even when ur not in a mood, spinning u and dipping u until ur both giggling and almost falling over. mardy bum is also one of his nicknames for u bc of ur love for the song
Y = Yearning (how do they act when they miss you?)
calls and texts u constantly. i’m talking bombards ur phone until u answer and it’ll be w the most pointless messages but u adore it bc u love knowing he’s thinking abt u. he’ll send u updates on what he’s doing, what he’s eaten, pics of things that remind him of u, memes, tiktoks, random “i love u. i miss u” texts. also always asks if u can fall asleep on facetime together sometimes bc he doesn’t wna stop talking to u :( like he really is a big softie. definitely sends u lots of flowers when ur apart w cute little notes attached like “these r pretty and they reminded me of u” he turns into the biggest mush when he misses u
Z = ZZZ (how do they like to sleep)
loves spooning!!!! either big or little he doesn’t care. prefers little spoon after a bad match/bad day bc he likes u to hold him and he always feels safe and loved like that :( but also loves to be big spoon so he can just wrap himself around u and hold u tight, always gives u little shoulder kisses like this while he tells u goodnight. moves abt a lot in his sleep tho so youse never wake up like that the next morning. but he also likes falling asleep w his head on ur chest!! locks his leg around urs and snuggles against ur boobs and asks u to stroke his back or scratch his head and he’ll fall asleep almost immediately bc ur so comforting and cosy to him
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n1k1tty · 2 years
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앤하이픈 — reacting to you drunkenly confessing to them
★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪
이희승:
- you and hee originally came to the party as roommates
- and since he had to drive you home that night, he declined any alcohol that was offered to him
- even though u felt bad for not having your driver’s license, you still drank😜
- ….a lot
- “yn i think that’s enough for today yeah? come with me and drink water”
- he sat you down on the counter and you were just mumbling abt ANYTHING😭
- “yn do you want ramen when we get back?” “no hee, i want you” you poked his chest and started giggling scarily 😟😟
- “yeah? do you like me?” “so so so much!” he starts laughing
- “okay we’ll talk about this when you’re sober okay? now can you ride my back?”
- “no” 🙄🙄🙄 “i’ll be your boyfriend if you hop on my back right now~”
- *immediately hops on* “you’re so cute”
박종성
- he’s been telling you to stop drinking for the past hour cuz he knows how bad it gets😭😭
- and as expected, you were kinda fucked up
- “jay stop it! a few more shots and im done, i promise” “you’ve said that like a trillion times already!”
- *proceeds to drag you to the backyard away from the small crowd of ppl*
- sits down the edge of the pool to dip your feet in
- “you look so pretty right now, jay” he literally gets so flustered, still teases u tho “woah don’t go catching feelings on me now🤭”
- “that’s not even my fault! you’re just so cute and it’s annoying🙄” your words were literally slurred😭😭😭
- “oh no! i just confessed didn’t i? please dont remind me about it if i forget tomorrow” you literally start to cry😭😭😭
- “yeah? but what if i want you to remember?” “uhmmmmm i don’t know then”
- “i want you to remember this”
- *SMOOOOOCHHHHH for like a very long time*
- after that u were like a little breathless, foreheads still touching each other
- “oh no, i’m like really sober now” you start to panic “hey at least you won’t forget the part where i ask you to be my girlfriend”
- “what?” “will you be my girlfriend?”
심재윤
- you slept over at with the hyung line and ofc, drinking was a must😜
- and while jake was cooking ramen, you went into the kitchen to get another drink
- AND U CANT HELP BUT LITERALLY DROOL AT HIS BROAD SHOULDERS
- “oooo hi jakey” he starts laughing “hi yn, you wna do a little taste test of my famous ramen?”
- obviously you agreed bcs who wouldn’t 🙄
- “you like it?” “it’s reallyyyyyy reallyyyyy good, but you know what i like more?”
- “tell me” HE LEANS INTO YOU OMG AKNEKDSNKFS AND THEN “i like you more”
- “yeah? really? how much?” and then you open ur arms wide to show him
- “only that much?” “well how much do u like me?”
- “i like you this much”
- he leans on the counter, grabs u by the waist and places his finger under your chin and KISSES U🏃🏻‍♀️💨💨
- AND UR HEART IS LITERALLY BEATING SO FAST LIKE JAKES RIZZ IS TOO GOOD
- until u heard sizzling and u remembered that there was a ramen being cooked
박성훈
- u and hoon r like neighbours
- and one time his parents were out, he told you to come over and ended up stealing a few bottles of soju from his parents ☠️☠️☠️
- and while u guys were watching a romantic movie and sobbing your eyes out for a good 5 minutes
- you were already really drunk after drink a bottle and a half “we could be like that hoon”
- he literally was so shocked😭😭😭 “huh?????” - “ugh hoon, i like you!”
- HE DIDNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PROCESS IT, NOT WITH AN INTOXICATED MIND
- poor hoon😭 he was so confused
- “it’s okay if you don’t like me back, i never really expected you to—“ “but i like you”
- u literally LOOKED AG HIM SO FAST and started crying “oh no im dreaming again aren’t i”
- “no no no you’re not, this is real” he literally had to hug u for so long bcs u kept crying abt everything 😭😭😭
김선우
- u were with your cousins and they wanted to have a cousins night and cane over to have a drink
- and u were so drunk that u started to cry and they had initially asked u to call ur best friend yunjin
- but u didnt know u ringed sunoo instead☠️☠️☠️
- “yunjin :( sunoo is so good to me, i really love when he smiles, it’s like my day is automatically better”
- he literally just listens to u just ranting about him🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️💨
- “yeah? what else do you like about him?”
- “he’s just the nicest person i’ve ever met, and i really just want to have him in my arms, watch movies together and do all that cringe stupid couple stuff”
- “well i think sunoo would want to do those things with you too” “don’t get my hopes up, he would never go for me… also yun… why do u sound like sunoo?”
- YOU LITERALLY START TO PANIC ONCE U SAW HIS CONTACT NAME ON YOUR SCREEN LMAOOO
- “sunoo, oh my god, pls oretend you didn’t hear that omg im gna move countries—“
- “yn, once you sober up, make sure to call me tomorrow morning and i’ll pick you up by 2 o’clock, okay?”
- YOU WERE SO CONFUSED BAHAHHABDHA
양정원
- u and won r like besties of the besties
- and so when u got really drunk, u got a message from jungwon checking up on u🤭🤭🤭🤭
won</3: hey yn, u up? are u still alive?
you: hi wpnie, i missed youuyuyuuu
wonie</3: BAHHAAH yn u really need to get ur alcohol tolerance up, i don’t want other people taking advantage of u
you: :( ur so goodf to mw won how am i sypposef to stpp liking you if ypu make me feel like thos all the time
wonie</3: i dont want u to stop liking me though 🤔
you: stfu stoo playung with mw 🙄😡
wonie</3: im not tho?? yn get to bed bahaha ur too drunk
you: NO👹🤬🤬😡 i wna tslk to u
wonie</3: and i want to talk to u too, but i can barely comprehend what ur saying right now😭😭🙄
we can talk again tomorrow okay?
you: okag :( night night wonie
wonie</3: gimme kiss goodnight first 🤭
you: 😘😘😘😘😗😗😗💋💋💋
DID U GET IT?
wonie</3: UR SO FUCKING CUTE
yes yn i got it🤭 now go to sleep i’ll see you tomorrow
you: GOODNIGHTTTTTTT🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️❤️
wonie</3: GOODNIGHT🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
you: GOODNIGHTGAHSHXJA ❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻🫶🏻💗
*it never ended until u fell asleep*
—next morning
you: fuck.
wonie</3: well goodmorning to you too🤔
西村 力
- the hyung line had initially only let u try A SIP of alcohol
- but a sip turned into another, and eventually… u got drunk😭😭😭
- and while riki was helping you get to bed and u literally just pulled him in for a hug☠️☠️☠️☠️
- he was literally like???????🤨🫂
- “yn you said one sip and look how drunk you are now😭😭”
- “can’t really help it, it’s like the only way i can calm down when im around u” BRO IS SPEECHLESS☠️☠️☠️
- “oh really? why’s that?” “because i have a hug crush on you???? i thought it was obvious, dummy”
- “oh im the dummy now? you know now im kinda upset, i dont think i like you anymore”
- “no please im sawry :(“ PINCHES UR CHEEKS CUZ YOURE SO CUTE BRO FUCK
- “alright im just messing with you, go get some sleep yeah?”
- before he was abt to get up u hold his hand🤭🤭🤭 “pls dont go”
- initially wanted to leave after u fell asleep, but instead fell asleep with u😭😭😭😔😔💔
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oobbbear · 5 months
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Wna give waterboi a hug but i cant swim 0x0
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You two can just chill drinking dirt from cup
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sillygraham · 6 months
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Finally home ♡
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pairing 。⁠*゚⁠+ ashley graham x fem ! reader
warnings 。⁠*゚⁠+ just fluff , not proof read
a/n 。⁠*゚⁠+ Hai I suggest listening to she's my religion by pale waves while reading this :3 kind of inspired by that song! also second fic...And its fluff, an upgrade from the angst last time...
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She's coming back. She's finally coming back. Ashley has been gone for a day or two and you hadn't stopped worrying since. Leg bouncing, you wait anxiously for the helicopter to land. Eyes shifting from the sky to the helipad.
sky, helipad, sky, helipad, sky, helipad, sky, helip—
you hear the sound of rotor blades, whirling in the sky. You jump from your seat, a smile spreading on your lips. Seeing her step out, you have to resist the urge to run to her, knowing you'll probably get tackled if you do.
After everything is good, Ashley notices you and runs straight to you. The two of you falling on the floor from the speed of her. Tears streaming down both of your faces, hugging her so tightly, afraid if you let go, she'll be gone again.
"Oh my god, I — I missed you so much. Thought I'd never see you again," hiccups interrupting your words.
She hides her face in the crook on your neck, tears falling on it. "I was so scared, so fucking scared...I didn't think I was gonna make it." Her words mumbles from your skin.
The two of you soon get up, still hugging while you start to smother her in kisses. That is until when a man approaches the two of you.
Leon Kennedy, if you remember correctly. He gives a small wave and Ashley reluctantly releases you.
"Oh! [Name], this is Leon. He's the agent they sent to get me. Both of us had one hell of a night." She jokes.
He reaches his hand out and you take it, giving him a firm handshake.
"Thank you, thank you so much for bringing her back home. I don't know what I would've done if she never came home."
"No need to thank me, it is my job after all." His tone dry, you give an awkward smile. "I should get going," he gives Ashley a short hug and then pats her shoulder, "get home safe. Not sure if I'm willing to save you again after tonight," he smirks.
Ashley punches his shoulder, "yeah, yeah...See you around, Leon!" Waving as he starts to walk away, she turns back to you.
"You two remind me of siblings..Look like it too. You sure you don't have a long lost brother?"
"Oh, stop it! But, yeah, I do see him as an older brother. He kept me safe, didn't give up on me all the time in Spain...I'm thankful for him."
You hum and take her hand.
"Shall we?" You point your thumb to where the escort is.
"We shall." She leans on you as the two of you walk to the car and get in. Heading home, finally able to embrace each other again. She falls asleep on your shoulder and you soon fall asleep as well.
She's finally back in your arms, that's all you could ask for.
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a/n 2 。⁠*゚⁠+ i kind of wanna make a part 2 of this...like them goijg on a cute lil date...If i do make one lmk if youd wna b tagged :3 tho I am not promising a part two! again, reblogs ++ comments appreciated!!!!!
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astrxealis · 1 year
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hi hru doing?
HI RIKKA i am Doing Well (i think) !! i hope you are too even w all that life. is. 🥺💗
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ficblogmoni · 4 days
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Softwilly dating a thick fem! reader HCs
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HCs of softwilly having a thick gf (reader aka you to all my thick ppl out therr)
sfw and nsfw fs
It isn't like a chubby reader but thick in all the right places I'll do a hc with a chubby reader fs next time 🙏 usage of softwilly's name for this btw‼️ (nick) some little plots on the nsfw to how it happened<3
Sfw
I feel like Nick is a huge thigh and boob guy but loves your body fs
Blawg you're not even heavy but Nick loves to use you as a weight lift just for an excuse to hold you
When he isn't vlogging of editing a video he's cuddling with you either on his bed or on the couch watching tv
I think Nick would love to go shopping with you and always asks to pay even if you have your own money
He would probably carry some bags if you two go out shopping together
Random hugs fs when you're sitting, standing, laying down, cooking etc
STOP NO BC when he does edit a video he be wanting you to sit on his lap at times frfr
Just randomly gives you hickies
You tagged along with him Isaac and Tanner to the gym one time and Nick barely got any of his workout done that day
You and Isaac are really good friends just like him and Nick are, you two don't know each other for that long (months or year been tgt) like him and Nick are but you and Isaac act like you two known each other for years
You get along with all the guys in the house and their friends fs
You also give random hickies on Nick's neck and collar bone and soft light bites on his cheek and shoulder (he thinks you're artistic for that but finds it cute )
God you couldn't afford something you saw while you, Nick, and Larry were out shopping and you had asked Nick and was going to protest about it and say it might be cheaper online but when you gave him puppy eyes he instantly folded and bought you it ofc you would pay him back but not in cash....not in digits either
You two crossed each other's views when he was vlogging and buying Larry, Tanner, and Isaac stuff. You were with two of your friends and you and Nick locked eyes for a sec you gave a soft smile a light blush coming upon your face when Nick stopped talking in his camera to look back at you and smile you grabbed onto one of your friends shoulder and was smiling like crazy when you and your friends looked back you both noticed he was already staring back at you Isaac and Larry teased him when your friends where smiling and stopping you in your tracks to go talk to him.
Your first date with Nick was at a Barnes and Noble (basic ahh ik) sitting down at one of the tables they had for a small cafe (idk if y'all have that but I do) you both talked about your interests and what you do for a living you both hit it off and walked around in a mall a few hours later
Your second date was at a restaurant (wherever y'all wna go :3) you were being weird not in a bad way but in a good funny way he was just in awe when he saw you being weird you got embarrassed and apologized "no! No don't be sorry y/n I was just somewhat mesmerized by how much of a beautiful personality you have.." he says your embarrassment went away and was replaced by Cupids arrow Nick held out his hand and you placed your hand over it "y/n" he says softly "hm?" You reply lost in his eyes and him lost in yours "I know it's the second date but, um but do you wanna be my girlfriend?,,I would love to be your boyfriend,," he smiles as your face turned a bright red "of course!!" You squealed you guys started dating from then on :)
Nsfw
I think he would love to be squished in-between your thighs when he eats you out his hands gripping your soft plushy thighs
Probably at times when he does eat you out it would be sloppy
Hes a switch definitely
He loves you on top fs so he can grip your hip with one hand and your tit in the other
His favorite positions would be cowgirl, missionary, doggy, and probably mating press
He's somewhat vocal he whimpers fs
Blow jobs and boob jobs are like heaven for him sometimes sloppy sometimes slow
Thigh fucking fs he loves how soft and squishy your body is it's like a cloud
Praise all the way
Nick is dom fs when it comes to him being top hard dom when he's mad
When it comes to you being top oh he's all over you he's like puddy under you he's a total sub when you are dom
You edge him when your top at times (make him beg)
You were riding him in his chair while he was editing
He'll fs buy you lingerie any color
While Nick was out with the others vlogging you went out and bought lingerie in his favorite color to surprise him once you got home you put it on and layered it with sweatpants and his sweater and sent him a snap with the thing reading 'i got a surprise for u when u get home ;3' and sent it boy oh boy when he finished vlogging and went into your shared room you were in for a treat ‼️
Getting fingered by him is the best he's all over your neck making marks and praising you
When you jack him off he's all over your body and making marks all over your neck and collar bone groaning and whimpering he'll suck your tits too
One morning you were making breakfast for you and the others when they were still sleeping well that's what you thought. Nick snuck up behind you with sum morning wood in his pants he held onto your waist and was kissing your face and neck when his hand was slowly going into your sweats and into your underwear and started slowly moving in circles on your clit "N-Nick...." You whimpered turning off the stove and lightly holding on his forearm you were already finished with making breakfast "let's take this to the bedroom, hm baby?" He whispers in your ear you both walk to your guys shared bedroom and so goes on
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rykno-j · 7 months
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Ignorance (j/jk)
Summary: a new AC is installed to their shared dorm, and g/eto is (unfortunately) sensitive to the cold temperature
Ship: s/atos/ugu- they sleep together so its pretty established
Notes: i noted s/hoko calls g/ojo and g/eto by their surnames in the anime so i'll be keeping it the same way here.
the fic was just supposed to be g/eto falling sick due to the temperature, but it took a turn at the end where g/ojo experiences what a cold is for the first time.
3.2k words.
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"Waahh- It feels so much better in our room now.. Seriously, why didn't we ask for this sooner?"
"We never needed it before, it never used to be this warm."
"Ahh, ah yeah. It's because of global warming."
Geto opened his mouth to argue that it was due to them sleeping huddled together, buried in each others embrace that caused the heat, but he decided to keep quiet.
Satoru has recently invited him to sleep over permanenly, and after a few weeks, they decided to send in a request for an aircon.
In all honesty, Geto was fine with the temperature. But Gojo would wake up and complain about the heat, ending their hug. Geto was getting annoyed with it.
So now it whirled overhead.
Geto had not been able to sleep well, he admits this to himself only. He had never been too good with low temperatures, with the way his nose would start to run and with the way an itch would form at the back of his increasingly dry throat.
Tonight was no different. Despite being under the blanket and cuddled from behind, Geto found himself shivering.
It wasn't violent enough to wake Gojo up, though. Geto doubted anything would wake the other up anyway. They had tired each other out after a whole night of activity, the weight of Gojo's fingers still somewhat lingering over his wrists.
Geto stares at the small green light of the aircon. Too cold. It was way too cold.
He inhales sharply as gojo hugs him tighter from behind. Right. Satoru had a habit of doing that.
Unfortunately, the wave of cold air that entered his lungs was quite unwelcomed. Geto could feel it tickling his airways.
"..hih-N'Gxt!!"
He didn't remember it being this bad the first day the aircon got installed. It had to be his lack of sleep. More than that, his throat had been uncharacteristically dry since a few days ago
Geto swallowed as a way to test the waters. No pain. He was fine, at least for now.
Pulling the blanket up to his chin, Geto exhaled, feeling the warm of his breath against his cheek. He's fine.
Morning rolled around much faster than he had anticipated.
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"Ohayo Suguruu--"
Geto felt Gojo rubbing his head against his chest, bright blue eyes staring straight at him. He looked so endearing like this, Geto couldn't help but place a kiss on his forehead.
"Ohayo, Satoru.."
His voice had come out scratchier than normal, but he was sure it was overlookable due to it being early in the morning.
Gojo leapt out of bed, stretching himself awake. His hair poked out of his head from all different directions. To that, Gojo quickly ran a hand down his scalp.
Geto smiled to himself. Waking up like this everyday was pure bliss. Now if only he wasn't as tired as he was..
"Suguruu- c'mon, we need to go for our morning run before Sensei comes for our throats again."
Not waiting for Geto's response, Gojo takes off his shirt, bending over to dig through the drawers for his school track uniform.
Geto watches from where he was, still lying down, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Satoru looked so damn good just by doing absolutely anything.
"Suguru? Aren't you getting up? We have to go."
"Mm, I'll catch up later.. wna lie down a little bit more."
"Ehhh..? Something wrong? Did I tire you out too much last night?" Gojo looked over to him, slight mirth in his eyes.
"Yeah, exactly that."
"Ahh, I'm sorry, heheh." (he was not sorry). "I'll see you at the track then. Half an hour max, alright? You need to run at least a round to make it convincing."
"Mm.."
Gojo turned to leave the room, before he changed his mind, scrambling over to where Geto was, leaning over to press a kiss against his temple.
"Okayyy, byeee-♡"
Geto huffed to himself. Seriously, who was the older one here? Still, he would do anything for the other. Anything.
"..hiH' hitchh-w!! hah'tzchh!!"
Anything. Even at the expense of himself.
Geto knew sooner or later he would come down with something. He always did, whenever the temperature got a little low. During the winter seasons, it was absolute hell. But at least he could dress warmly then.
In their shared dorm? Not so much.
"..hAH'dZzchh!! ..snff-"
The back of his wrist was already coated with a layer of mist. Nothing he couldn't handle. Some sleep would get rid of it, he was sure.
Geto blinked at the green light of the air-conditioner. He should.. he should really switch that off..
Curling into the warm pocket of space that Gojo had left behind, Geto drifted off once again.
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"Suguru- SUGURU-!!! Oiii, I thought I told you half hour max?!"
What was going on?
Geto was shaken awake, bright light invading his eyes as he opened them. The warm blanket around him was then yanked off roughly. A shiver ran down his spine.
"Satoru-"
"QUICK! HE'S GOING TO MAKE US CLEAN THE STOREROOM AGAIN!"
Geto felt his wrist being pulled as he was lifted off the bed. Another tug sent him flying out of the room, Gojo pulling him towards the shared bathing area.
He felt cold water splash onto his face.
"?!"
"Water. We have to make it convincing that you ran a few laps." Gojo stepped back, analysing him for awhile. "Alright. You look tired enough to pass, let's go, quickly!"
"Satoru.. I'm still in my sleepwear.."
"Heh? ..Eh?? EHHH-!!"
Gojo led him into the courtyard after a quick change of clothes. The sun had barely started to rise. Added with the consistent evaporation of the water on his skin, Geto couldn't help the light quivers that ran down his frame.
Really.. every morning with Satoru was sure to be an entertaining one, albeit tiring.
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Lunch was no different, say for the dull throbbing that had started to form throughout his head. Beside him, Gojo was talking on and on about how ugly his piece of lettuce looked.
"Shoko-!! I'm telling you! It looks juuust like the curse we exorcised last week. This part is its arms, here's the head.. Suguru- oi Suguru, it looks like it, doesn't it?"
Geto felt a jab to his rib.
"What-?" (his voice broke)
"It looks like it, right? Right?"
"Mm, yeah, yeah it does.." What was Satoru on about this time?
"See?!!" Gojo leaned back happily, waving the food item in front of Shoko, who looked extremely unamused.
Geto stared at his own tray. Inbetween closing his eyes, rubbing his temples and trying not to sneeze, he swore he had eaten more than what was left on his plate.
There was still time before the next lesson. If he took a rest now, his body might just make it in time. With that, he stood up.
"I'm going back first."
"Hahh? Suguru- I thought we were supposed to play basketball later?"
"Mm, yeah. I'm going to go get ready first."
Gojo flashed him an OK! symbol before he turned back to the table.
Now it was just a matter of how long he could keep up this guise.
Geto slid open the doors to the dorm, a wave of cold air 'welcoming' him. If he hadn't been gripping onto the door frame, Geto was sure his knees would have given way.
Shit. With their hurry this morning, they had forgot to turn off the aircon. Geto swears that if he pours water on the floor, it was going to freeze over.
The controller. Where was it? He had to turn this monstrosity off.
Geto fumbled through the mountain of Gojo's belongings on the table. Seriously, Satoru had to learn how to tidy up after himself.
Admist the searching, Geto accidentally knocks off one of their long metal rulers, and it hits the floor with a loud clang.
There goes the rest of his headache.
Finger pressed against his temple, Geto gave up looking for the controller. He wouldn't be surprised if Gojo had accidentally stuffed it into his school bag, which was currently on his person.
Well whatever.
Geto pulled open the cupboard with an effort, pulling out a few of his thicker jackets meant for winter. Throwing them onto the bed, Geto joined them shortly.
He would keep them before Satoru came to bug him for the game of basketball. He would keep them before- before..
Geto's eyelids felt heavy. He'd finish that thought later.. later.
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Back at the lunch table:
"Gojo.."
"Mm?" He pauses mid-bite. "What is it?"
Shoko sighs, playing with the lighter between her fingers. "You need to be a lot more sensitive, you know that?"
"Sensitive? You mean to cursed energy? My eyes already do that, don't worry."
"Idiot. I meant that you should be more sensitive to Geto."
"..Suguru? My eyes can tell apart his cursed energy from others."
Shoko sighs again, pressing her lighter onto the table. "Not that."
"Then? You mean I should be less rough with him when we-"
"Not that! I Do Not want to hear about that!"
Gojo smirks. "Alright, alright."
"..Anyway, didn't you notice anything wrong with him?" Shoko says instead.
"Mm? Ah.. I guess Suguru hasn't insulted my intelligence today."
"That's why I'm doing it right now."
Gojo feigns hurt as Shoko pulls out a cigarette.
"Cutting to the chase, Geto seemed barely able to stay awake just now."
He supposes she does have a point. Suguru had been exceptionally sluggish today, but he was sure it was nothing to be worried about, nothing a sugared drink can't fix.
"..Seriously Gojo, didn't you notice how tired he looked when he left the table?"
In all honesty, he had not.
"..So, do I really need to spell it out for you?"
Gojo sheepishly looked away as Shoko shot him a look that screamed "you suck!"
"I'll go check on him."
"Mm, thank me later."
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In the hallway:
Gojo made his way quickly to their dorm. Now that Shoko had mentioned it, he couldn't get it out of his head that something had indeed been up with the other.
Firstly, what was up with that whole 'sleeping-in' episode? He knew for a fact that Suguru was always the one chasing him to get changed and leave.
And Geto hadn't asked him to stop playing with his food during lunch, not once. Even though he was normally the one who ensured that Gojo's food actually made its way into his mouth.
Not to mention leaving the table alone. Suguru almost never went anywhere without him.
Picking futher, Gojo remembers how tired Geto looked in the morning, as if he didn't get a wink of sleep.
Had he really not noticed before?
Thinking about it now would do him no good. Steadying himself, Gojo slides open the door.
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"Suguruu- are you there?"
Even in the dim room, Gojo could make out the mess of blankets on their bed. He could hear Geto's shallow breaths. They sounded.. rough.. for someone who was supposedly asleep.
Something was definitely wrong. Hadn't Suguru said he was heading back to the dorms to get changed for basketb- oh. Oh of course. How could he have been so dense? The other had probably said that in an attempt to escape the lunch table.
Gojo closes the door behind him, afraid the light from outside might wake Geto up. He clenched his fist. Open, close, open.
Dammit.
How was he supposed to approach the other?
Gojo had never been in a situation like this before. In his eyes, there was nothing wrong with Suguru. His flow of cursed energy was stable, though muted. But that normally happened when he was asleep.
What was wrong, then?
As Gojo neared the bed, he saw the edge of the blanket get tugged upwards.
He reached over, tugging the blanket back down.
"Suguru, are-"
His eyes widened.
Gojo remembers how his teachers would drill into his head the concept of "searching for signs of curses using their residuals" when he first joined Jujutsu High.
Of course, he could already do that naturally with his six eyes.
But this. This was something else entirely.
What he saw in front of him was not something that would ever have been written into any mission handbook.
Gojo's eyes traced over what was presented to him when Geto looked at him hazily, as if he just woke up from restless sleep.
Cheeks flushed.
Eyes unfocused.
Nose tinted pink.
Small quivers in the fingers gripping the blanket.
"Sa-toru..?"
And when he spoke, it was as soft as ever, with an added edge of roughness that made Gojo's heart run laps around his ribcage. His voice sounded like a running river that had flowed over a particularly rocky path.
If residuals showed signs of curses in the area, what did these show?
Gojo reached out gently. He wanted to know, needed to know.
"Sugu-"
Before he could finish the sentence, however, Geto turned sharply to the side.
"..hh' w-wait.. I.. hH'gNxXt!! ..hAH'nGxt!! .. snff-!! ..m'sorry.."
"Aahh- no. It's okay- are you okay?" Gojo felt his voice catch in his throat. He had never seen Geto like this before. It scared him.
But a part of him subconsciously made his hand move to Geto's neck, pressing in softly.
He was warm, extremely warm.
In an attempt to help, Gojo tugs the blanket off Geto's body.
"..Suguru, you're going to give yourself heatstroke, take the jackets off.."
"N-No, you don't g-Hh'!! ..get it.. it's c-chH'!! hah'Ngxtt!! hih'dNxggt!! hH'gNxx-chh!! ..it's cold.."
"It is?" A genuine question.
Gojo turned to the messy table, digging through the mess of papers and unopened sweet packets. When he came up with nothing, Gojo turned to another messy pile on the floor.
"Why didn't you just say something?"
Geto watched as Gojo fished the remote out from under a discarded mission file.
The aircon went off with a beep, leaving behind a sudden dense feeling in the air. The shift in pressure placed a fuzzy feeling in Geto's sinuses.
"..hh'nGx-tch!! hH'gNxxt-iw!!"
Gojo tilted a curious head in his direction.
"Why are you still sneezing? I turned it off."
Geto shot an annoyed glance at him. "That's n-not ..hH-! ..h'Ngxt!! ..not how colds work."
"Oh." Gojo replied, dumbfounded.
"..Do you even know what that is?"
To that, Gojo nodded. "Yes, but I was told that colds are a sign of weakness, that I shouldn't get them, because I'm supposed to be the strongest, so I don't have much experience with them."
"Who told you that..?"
"The people who raised me, of course."
Geto was suddenly glad that they no longer had a hand in raising his friend. Seriously, driving these thoughts into the head of a child was wrong, even if said child was the bearer of two of the most broken abilities.
"Anyway.." Gojo continued, "Suguru, you sure it's a cold? You're strong too, so I didn't think you could.. get colds."
Geto sighed. One step at a time, it seems.
"Everyone can get them."
"Ah, really?"
"..Surely you've gotten a fever before?"
"Fever?"
Geto sighed again, reaching out to grab Gojo's hand, pressing it against his forehead.
"Tryna tell me how hot you are?" Gojo smirks slightly. "Seriously though, isn't that because you've literally dressed yourself for winter?"
He points at the jackets Geto had sitting around him.
Geto exhales slowly from his mouth. Just how was he going to explain this?
"..When someone falls sick, they get a fever, and that makes them feel cold, because of the difference in temperature between the body and the surrounding air."
"..Then why didn't you just turn the aircon off just now?"
"Because I couldn't find the damn remote through all the mess!" After raising his voice slightly, Geto turns away to cough softly into his fist. Ah, he shouldn't have done that.
Next to him, Gojo reaches for the half empty bottle of water across the table before uncapping it, passing it to the other.
For someone so seemingly oblivious to the things happening around him, Satoru was surprisingly considerate at times, Geto notes with a smile.
"That doesn't explain why this is all pink though," Gojo says suddenly, stepping up so he can press a finger to the very tip of Geto's nose.
"Sa-hH'!! hIH'dZtcHH!! haH'EhkshH!! ..Satoru! Don't..dohH'!! ..hi'tgNxtt!! ..don't do that.."
"So that's how your sneezes sound like without you pinching them away!"
Geto froze in place. Ah.. the fit had set on so quickly that he didn't have time to stifle. He hadn't even realised. A blush creeped up onto his cheeks.
"Seriously though, why do you always do that?"
Geto looked away, hoping the flush wouldn't deepen. "It's not.. well, it's not-"
"..Everyone does it, right?" Gojo interrupted. "Just like you told me everyone can catch colds, everyone sneezes too, so why are you so shy about it?"
"..Well yes, but using that same logic, you won't just change your clothes in front of anyone, would you?"
Gojo went silent for awhile, as if he was contemplating something deeply. Seconds later, he turned to Geto with a small smile.
"So I'm special then!"
"Hm?"
"Because you sneezed in front of me."
Before Geto could calm himself down enough to give an answer, Gojo bent down, pressing his lips gently against the edge of Geto's eye.
"Suguruu, was the aircon really bothering you that much? You've got eyebags."
"Mm."
"Why didn't you say anything then?" Gojo asks again.
"..You were enjoying it, so I thought I'd-"
"Sacrifice yourself for me??"
"..It's not that dramatic, Satoru."
"Yeah but still," Gojo pouts a little before speaking. "I would have suffered through the heat for you."
Yet again he proves to be considerate. How was he to respond to that?
"But then you always.. always-" ..always break the hug when it gets too hot. Geto catches himself before the rest of that sentence slips out, but the other seemed to get its implication.
"I didnt want us to wake up all sweaty, that's all. But if you're okay with it, I won't let go."
Geto opened his mouth in an attempt to deny the fact he liked being hugged, but Gojo quickly circled around to his side of the bed, leaning forward to kiss Geto's temple.
"I heard sleep helps to make colds better."
"That's what I was trying to do before you barged in and tugged my blanket off."
"Heh, a consequence of moving in with me."
"Mm. I'm not backing out, though."
"Hah! As if I would let you do such a thing."
Geto couldn't help the soft laugher that escaped him, even if it made him bend over with a light coughing fit.
"Alright alright.." Gojo said, patting Geto's back gently. "Take off the damn jacket, I wna hug you."
"..As you wish."
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The rest of the day was spent lazily in bed, with Geto occasionally waking up just to dissolve into rapid fits that left him exhausted and clinging onto Gojo for comfort.
Seriously, if colds made Suguru this touchy, he wouldn't mind helping the other through a few more.
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Finishing notes:
Filling up plot holes: the teacher cancelled lessons for the rest of the day, since it was hand-to-hand combat. with geto sick and gojo having no partner to spar with, the lesson was postponed. that's why satosugu could just stay in bed. ofc, they would have either way.
Yeah gojo caught geto's cold after this, and experienced his first sick, yay!
Sorry for the once again plot>snz fic, but that's normally how my stuff goes
Also at the beginning of the fic i wonder if anyone got the global warming reference hahsvagj
tysm for reading agshhs
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noxtivagus · 1 year
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i want my lover to be a writer
#🌙.rambles#don't mind me just another one of my hopeless romantic antics#i swear i'm not usually so open about that especially for the past year#actually nvm i've always been like this . i still write a lot the same way i used to when i was younger#but i've lost a bit of my carefreeness due to worrying too much abt how others may perceive me ? being afraid in a way#my creativity thrives when i just let myself be comfortable w my own self#the idea of love. n actually loving is so beautiful#it's far from perfect but i know what are my values n goals regarding love#n while i'd really love to have experiences while i'm young. yk indulge a little in my youth#cries in my studies are my priority . as it should be though. my work is very important to me#i'm not actively seeking for love but god if i find it somewhere n by chance it happens to be reciprocated. that would be lovely#that said i would like a lover that is a writer#n so we'd also fall in love deeply with each other's words. the other worlds in our heads#someone who'd love the little things. every shift in our voices. the way our eyes speak.#the moments in between the silences. each unfiltered thought and word. everything unsaid but known#someone who also loves life and themselves#wah i have to go now but i'm thinking of the things i've written n read#i want to experience them in my own way. someday#sob i wna get better at the piano n write songs#i wna write letters i wna hug you when you're crying i wna kiss you goodnight#10 years in the future maybe 🫠
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