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caustinen · 13 days

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clegan drabble — chance encounter, first meeting, modern au

By the third time the guy makes his way over to the bar, Gale has to really work on not throwing his Coke bottle to the liquor shelf and start breaking stuff.

”Seriously man, are you sure we don’t-” ”No, we have not met before,” he responds as politely as he can through his teeth, “and no, I do not need company. And no, I will not go home with you. Excuse me.”

The guy’s drunken gaze falls to his lips as he talks, making Gale suspect he has not heard a single word he has said all night despite repeating himself over and over. The glassy eyes eventually turn back to his, and the man licks his lips as his expression morphs into a what he surely thinks is a seductive smirk.

”Come on, baby. Humor me a bit. Let my buy you a drink.” Gale exhales in frustration. The ick he gets from this man is ridiculous. ”I told you already, I don’t need a drink, I’d really just like to-”

He stops abruptly when the man takes a tight hold of his bicep. ”Hey, could you-” ”This hard-to-get act is getting old now, gorgeous.” ”I’m not-” The grip gets tighter, another hand reaches for his thigh, and Gale is about to get violent despite not wanting to get in trouble at their frequent spot when-

”Hi Buck, there you are! I’m real sorry I left you here all by yourself for so long, the queue to the toilet was insane.” A pleasant, carefree voice comes up from behind him. He turns to find a gorgeous smile on a gorgeous face he doesn’t recognize. The man’s smile is tense on a futher look, though, and his eyes are questioning as he lays a careful hand on Gale’s shoulder, clearly ready to pull back immediately if he gets any indication that the action is unwanted.

Gale exhales quietly again before covering the hand now on his shoulder with his own, immediately catching on. ”It’s okay.” It’s easy to slide away from the icky man’s grasp now, his surprise making him loosen his hold on Gale. Gale tries to avoid looking at him and accidentally leans closer towards the other man, his aura calming despite towering over Gale’s propotions in every direction. The man doesn’t seem to mind, still smiling from under his curls. ”Ready to go home, doll?”

Gale nods immediately. The drunk dude has been looking between them for a bit before his eyes land on the taller man. ”I’m real sorry mate, I didn’t realize he was-” The man’s face changes immediately when he looks away from Gale to the other guy, the youthful happiness turning into coldness that makes him look mature and strick. ”Yeah, whatever. Go home, sober up and learn some fucking manners, you fucking jackass.” With that, he’s gently leading Gale to the door.

He doesn’t let go until they are out of the other guy’s view, but he does drop his hand immediately as the door closes behind them. It’s probably the chill of the autumn evening and not the departure of the solid body against him that’s making Gale feel cold suddenly but it’s still unpleasent. ”Sorry,” the man says almost frantically, ”I didn’t mean to intrude but you were looking pretty miserable before he even showed up and when he got his hands on you-” The man sighs and shakes his head. ”Didn’t look like you were happy with it, somehow, so I just wanted to check on you. No clue where the fake boyfriend thing came from though, I’m so sorry if I-”

”Don’t be,” Gale says firmly, and the man immediately relaxes again, ”I don’t know why I froze like that, it was nice someone else de-escalated it like that. My friend went to argue with his boyfriend on the phone like 30 minutes ago and never showed up again so I was pretty pissed anyway.” The man nods, and the warmth Gale feels under his intense gaze shouldn’t feel this exciting, surely.

”Well then…” The guy lifts his arm and scratches the back of his neck, ”I don’t wanna take more of you’re time, I hope you’re oka-” Gale doesn’t think, in an unusual manner to him, when he interrupts him. ”I, eh, actually… I’d love to thank you somehow? Maybe buy you some late night dinner?” The man’s face lights up again, and Gale feels silly in a way he doesn’t often do.

”I’d love that. I’ll go tell my friends I’m leaving and meet you up here after?” ”Sounds good.” They stare at each other for a beat despite the words, and Gale swears he’s not blushing when he sticks his hand out jerkily. ”Gale Cleven.” The man smirks, his eyes turning to lines as it overcomes his face. ”John Egan,” he introduces himself as he reaches to shake his hand, ”but you can call me Bucky.”

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hoonvrs · 1 year

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ENHA AND THEIR HABITS

PAIRING enha x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none (i think??)

W. COUNT 1.6k

S. NOTE first proper drabble on this acc to ease me back in to writing, also because i don’t have time to write a full fic but shh

LEE HEESEUNG

( singing your name )

no matter where he is, he constantly sings your name

could be in public, at home, even at work

sometimes you’ll hear him singing your name out before you even hear him approaching you

has a new habit of singing your name in the middle of random conversations

he’d be talking to you in the most monotone voice ever then here comes mariah carey once your name is mentioned

would finish his sentence in the most normal voice ever as if he didn’t just scream your name in falsetto

gets weird stares from everyone around you

( adamant to talk to you even though he’s actively falling asleep )

you both fell into the routine of calling each other at night

and even though you can hear him slurring his speech and dosing off he refuses to hang up

would deny to hell and back that he is sleepy

even though you can literally hear him losing consciousness

would eventually hang up on him because the arguing became him saying incoherent words trying to prove himself

guess what: did not prove anything

expect him to call all pouty the next morning because you hung up

PARK JONGSEONG

( touch your hair )

he’s not used to long hair (or at least longer)

would easily become obsessed with touching your hair

once saw a tiktok of how to braid hair and fell into a rabbit hole

would randomly try and braid your hair after watching a few youtube tutorials and 100% creates a lot of knots

but you still let him because he’s just so cute when he tries to brush your hair carefully without hurting you (would also give the best scalp messages)

if you have curly/coily hair he’d start asking about your hair type and would loveee helping you when its hair day

camera roll is just filled with pictures of him with bobby pins in his mouth/experimenting on your hair

( intense eye contact )

jay has never had a problem with holding eye contact talking to people

so poor baby was confused when you could barely hold eye contact for a minute

after getting together he’d ask you why you did that, and you had to explain that not everyone can intensely hold eye contact the whole time

also mentioned how him being attractive did not help your case

definitely the type to follow your eyes with his whole face to tease you

also prepare your heart for being on the receiving end of his ‘madly in love’ stare

would stare at you with his pretty boy eyes with so much love and no shame, he couldn’t care less who sees him

SIM JAEYUN

( blinking at you expectingly )

everyone knows jake is a very curious boy

both you and him knew that

so, him asking you questions about everything and anything is normal to you

but after the first few questions you realise, he never fails to look at you expectantly blinking his eyes at a kind of concerning speed

don’t think he even realises he does it

but it’s the cutest thing ever so its okay

could ask you the most out of pocket question then give you puppy eyes blinking at you cutely

would push you into an existential crisis with his questions about life and debrief you with his blinking

( resting his head on your lap )

you can never sit down to do anything without suddenly feeling something heavy in your lap

sit down and you’ll be able to distantly hear the sound of someone running full speed to lay on you

jake is a big fan of head scratches but sometimes he just wants to be there

could both be doing you own thing

no ‘hi, hello how was your day’ just head in lap and hand in hair

once you nudged him away from your lap because he wouldn’t stop fidgeting and he gave you the silent treatment for 2 hours

nothing a few head rubs and praises can’t fix

PARK SUNGHOON

( tieing your shoelaces )

hoon is a domestic type of boyfriend

so don’t be surprised when he likes to help you do mundane acts like putting on your coat, opening the door for you

but his favourite thing to do is tie your shoelaces

you don’t know why he likes doing it so much and honestly neither does he

bonus points if the weather is cold and you’re wearing a puffy coat with a scarf and hat practically drowning you

sometimes he’ll watch you struggle a little when you can’t reach your shoes comfortably before sweeping in to save you

god forbid he sees you let someone else do it, you’ll have to deal with a petty sunghoon for the rest of the day

( squeezing/biting you )

when you first got together he’d randomly lean over to you and squeeze whatever limb is closest to him

sometimes it’s cute like your arm or thigh but sometimes he’s a weirdo and will squeeze your ankle if its close enough

after becoming more comfortable he’d start grabbing you more until one day he bit you

you were both cuddling on the couch watching a movie when you suddenly feel a set of teeth gently bite your cheek

cue him trying to explain himself whilst you stare at him holding your cheek in confusion

it’s a little cute like when he bites softly onto your hand but sometimes it would fucking hurt like the one time he back hugged you and bit you on the back

he suffers from high levels of cuteness aggression so it won’t be the last time he bites you a little too hard

KIM SUNWOO

( watch you do your makeup )

sunoo grew up watching his sister do her makeup in the mirror nearly everyday so of course he’d watch when you do it

would love to see the way you decide what look to do and what colours to pick

make sure to always ask for his input because he loves helping you pick your makeup

a little hesitant to ask to try on you since his sister never let him

would start smiling so hard when you let him

a bit scary though when he’s doing your makeup and giggling to himself

surprisingly good at it which confuses you because who was he practicing on hmm

( push up/take off your glasses )

when you first met sunoo you were wearing your contacts

so, when he saw you on a random day wearing glasses he became obsessed

prefers at home dates since it usually means you wear your glasses instead of contacts

started a little thing were he’ll push your glasses up when its slides down

might slope down the little bit and now his finger is in your face

sometimes he’ll just completely take it off to mess with you

finds it hilarious when you try to read something far away and he snatches them off so you can’t see anymore

YANG JUNGWON

( watch you pick what to wear )

jungwon was shocked at the amount of clothes you had when you first started dating

which only got worse after you started stealing all his clothes

shocked gasps can be heard every time he hears you say you have nothing to wear

he finds the whole process of you picking out an outfit funny

loves when you try on multiple outfits because he knows you’ll probably end up with one of his hoodies and jeans

refuses to help you pick because you always ask only to do whatever you want

loves when you make a pile of clothes you don’t want to wear on your bed because he can smell his and your perfume mixing from his hoodies

( poke/tickle you )

where sunghoon squeezes and bites, jungwon pokes and tickles

did it once to scare you but you didn’t react so now he’s made it his life goal to catch you off guard

convinced he can condition you into being ticklish if he tries hard enough like okay pavlov

will walk past you and jab his finger into your rib and get no reaction

where some people get bored and move on to someone who will react, yang jungwon only becomes more determined

has tried tickling you through the day to see if that changes anything. it doesn’t

lets just say a little argument ensued once when he decided to tickle you at 3am in your sleep

NISHIMURA RIKI

( constant touch )

niki is someone who needs constant physical touch

he’s so dramatic with it too oh my god he’ll start whining about if you don’t touch him now he’ll die in two seconds

began with him trying to hug you 24/7 even when the members would tease him he wouldn’t let go

that soon changed to intertwining pinkies because walking whilst hugging is not easy

if for some reason he can’t hug or hold you pinkie he’ll make do

sometimes he’ll link your arms or pinch your clothes

another weirdo who’ll hug your leg if he has to

( looking for you in the morning )

he’s become accustomed to waking up with you that if he doesn’t see you next to him he’ll get up to look for you

it’s cute to you when he comes into the living room or kitchen dishevelled and hugs you

but scares the fuck out of his members

they were convinced for the first month he was sleep walking

would see niki at ass o’clock going through each room calling out your name like a broken record

would take him a minute to process the fact that you’re not there

would get sent a new videos daily from one of the members of a groggy niki going through the rooms saying your name

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roronoacherries · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 | satoru gojo

2.670 words

content: gojo is the strongest, but he’s oh so weak for you. a sweet thing like you, too precious to notice the effect you have on him — not until you hear his pretty whimpers after hours; masturbation (m.), voyeurism, oral (f. receiving), riding, gojo calls himself daddy once, praises.

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who the fuck wears a skort and makes it look good? it’s not right. the fabric clings to your skin so nicely and the skirt lifts enough to tease gojo with a perfect, fleeting view of the way the item accentuates your pretty little ass while you spar with your students.

what he wouldn’t give to feel it pressed up against his front. and that thought makes him painfully aware of the tightness and throbbing ache in his pants.

it’s not fair that you get to have this effect on him.

it’s not fair that he has to have the image of your sweaty, breathless body in that stupid skort seared into his brain hours later.

it’s not fair that he, satoru fucking gojo, the strongest sorcerer in all of jujutsu society, winds up fucking his fist in his office at the thought of you, sweaty and breathless over him.

he doesn’t bother to hold back his quiet whimpers and the soft whines of your name as he pictures your small hands wrapping around his cock. his door is shut and locked and it’s too late in the evening for anyone to still be around.

at least, he thinks he’s locked his door and he thinks there’s no one around to hear him moaning your name between curses.

it was late. you were just about to leave and the sounds coming from his office might not have caught your attention if you hadn’t heard your own name. that specific combination of syllables pulled your attention from whatever had been occupying your mind and brought you to satoru’s door.

you don’t mean to open his door, but you do. your eyes fall onto his frame, sinking into his loveseat with his head thrown back. his headband has been pulled down around his neck and you can see every nuance of his expression; his brows furrowed; his mouth agape as he whimpers incoherently; a tear falling from the corner of his eye; the deep red blush on his cheeks that matches that of his-

“fuck, y/n. see what you do to me?” you stiffen, afraid that he’s caught you, but something tells you he’s too fucked out to notice anything other than the pleasure coursing through his body. “making– ngh– such a fucking mess out of me.”

you watch as he thrusts into his fist, becoming suddenly aware of the pulsing between your legs. “fuck,” he cries, his movements becoming sloppier and you know you should move, shut his door and leave but you can’t. “when am i going to get to make a mess out of you?”

gojo gives his cock a few more strokes, stuttered groans falling from his lips as his cum spurts onto his bare chest.

you force yourself to shut the door then, pressing your back against the wall beside it to catch your breath. your body acts of its own accord as your hand reaches between your thighs, grazing the place where your slick has soaked through.

it’s not until he comes to his senses that gojo notices your presence. you, on the other hand, don’t hear his steps coming toward you — too distracted by the pulsing of your heart and your cunt — until he whispers playfully to you, “it’s not polite to peep, y/n…”

he stands in the doorway and you see that he hasn’t bothered to clean up. his pants have been lazily pulled up, too low on his waist and still unzipped, and though he has a towel in his hands, the cum on his chest hasn’t been cleaned up and it drips down his abdomen — you have the strong urge to use your tongue and clean it yourself.

“it’s rude to stare, too.” gojo smirks down at you and you can’t believe this is the same man that was tearfully whimpering your name less than two minutes ago.

“satoru, i…”

“god, i love it when you say my name,” gojo groans. you can hardly bring yourself to breathe properly as he lowers his face closer to yours.

he can tell you feel small under his gaze, can sense that your heartbeat rises, and knows without needing to drag his finger along your heat that you’re drenched for him, though he does it anyway.

“do i have to teach you manners, y/n?” he teases, laughing when you shake your head. you’re too cute, he thinks. and he can’t wait to ruin you. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll let it slide.”

he places a hand under your chin, thoroughly enjoying the shaky breaths you let out. this is right, he thinks. you, weak and helpless for him.

“you gon’ let me make a mess out of you then?”

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you don’t know exactly how it happens. one second you’re standing at the door, unable to think about anything other than satoru’s perfect blue eyes (have they always been this mesmerizing?) and the throbbing between your legs, and the next you’re topless on his desk, his lips pressed to yours as his bulge grinds up against your still covered cunt.

satoru kisses you like he can’t get enough and if your senses weren’t so consumed by him, you’d wonder how long he’s been waiting for this.

he pulls away only to press his lips to your neck, then lower and lower until he’s discarding the rest of your clothing. “stupid skort. who came up with this shit anyway?”

“satoru, please,” you mumble, feeling his breath against your heat.

“aw, baby, no need to beg,” gojo smiles, pressing kiss after kiss to your plush thighs. “but keep doing it, won’t you?”

“please, please, please, ‘toruu,” you whimper as he inches closer to where you need him.

“fuck, baby, call me ‘toru and i’ll give you whatever you fucking ask me for.” he gives your folds a swift lick before sucking harshly at your clit, the whine it pulls from you only making him dig his face further into you, though letting his pace fall into something softer and gentler.

“you taste so fucking heavenly, sweetheart.” he loses himself in your pleasure and you fight to bear with it all, your hands searching for something to cling to as you arch your back against his desk.

it isn’t enough to make you cum on his tongue once either. now that he has you like this, weak and crying for his touch, he fights to pull all of the whimpers and stifled moans out of you that he can. you lose count of the times he’s licked and sucked you dry after the third, his slender fingers helping him send you over the edge as he watches you come undone.

“can’t anymore, ‘toru,” you cry, your body trying and failing to pull away from the waves of pleasure he sends through your body. “one more, princess. i know you can.”

the flat of his tongue laps at your folds, his eyes fixed on you while you struggle not to roll your eyes back, wanting to watch him, admiring the focus in his features and utterly pussy drunk look on his face. you think for a moment, that his eyes look like an ocean, and you’re as lost in them as he is in between your thighs.

“fuck, i’m s’ c-close, s’toru.” you struggle to keep your legs spread and your hands cling to the edge of the desk as satoru guides you through the earthshattering pleasure. whimpers of ‘toru, ‘toru, ‘toruu from your lips fall heavenly on gojo’s ears.

“you did so well, princess,” gojo says, causing you to blush as he kisses along your thighs. “i told’ya you could do it, baby.”

there’s a desperate depth to his voice and he can’t get a sentence out without calling you something pretty; you’re too overwhelmed to notice but satoru is doing everything he can to keep his cool, clinging to some semblance of composure.

it doesn’t matter that he’s fought thousands of curses without breaking a sweat, smug smiles and cocky remarks never failing to fall on his lips. when it comes to you, he’s weak. he wants to worship every inch of you, to cry your name again and again as he drags his lips along your skin.

he could give in; he could be needy and whiny and let you see a side of him no one ever has (one you’ve already gotten a glimpse of). and if the heavens would bless him again, he will. but this once, he wants to have you pleading and begging for him, to hear his name so prettily on your tongue.

“satoru,” you whine, struggling to hold yourself up on your elbows as you look at him, pouting and pleading with your eyes. “kiss.”

“come here,” he coos with a playful smile and you oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lips meet yours. they’re soft and plump, moving perfectly in sync with you. perfect — that’s definitely the word to describe satoru and you don’t know why you hadn’t seen it before.

“think you can still take more?” gojo asks, his face nestling in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin as he drags your hand to the bulge in his boxers, leaking achingly with precum after being ignored all this time. feeling him under your hand like that is enough to make your cunt throb. “please,” you tug his hair gently, pulling him back to meet his eyes as you nod and your hand slides upwards to release his cock from its constraints.

your eyes fall between your bodies and your breath hitches at the sight of him. it’s bigger than you realized. thick and lengthy. perfect. is there anything about him that isn’t? it’s no wonder his ego’s so huge.

the awe and lust in your eyes don’t go unnoticed by satoru and when you look back up at him, you’re met with a cheeky grin.

“want you to ride me. think you can do that?” gojo says sweetly, his hand hovering over your waist, trailing slowly lower down your body and sending a cold shiver down your spine without having to touch you, and you can’t do anything more than nod. you don’t think there’s anything you wouldn’t do for him right then and there.

you let his hands grasp your thighs and carry you back to the couch he’d been sinking into before. the couch where he’d been whimpering incessantly over you, only to now have you wrapped around his finger. his hands wander your body as you settle yourself above him; you can all but feel his eyes burning into you, memorizing every detail of you, from the curves of your body to every mark on your skin.

“so fucking pretty,” gojo mutters through desperate breaths. he buries his face between your breasts, leaving feather kisses on your skin as his hand reaches for yours, guiding it to his length and lining it to your cunt. c’mon, baby, i need you bad. satoru groans softly, his head spinning at the sensation of your slick coating his tip.

you ease yourself onto his cock, eyes fluttering shut. you take him in slowly, holding your breath at first, but with every inch another shaky breath escapes you.

“good girl, that’s it. you’re taking me s’ well.” gojo sings you praises, his head thrown back as he gives a gentle thrust, aching to fill you completely. the warmth of your walls hugs his length so heavenly, clenching around him as you make the prettiest whines.

“t-too much, ‘toru,” you cry. you’re not a virgin, by any means, but you’ve never had anyone stretching you this good or filling you this deeply; much less with your pussy this wet and sensitive.

satoru’s hands wander your skin, bright blue eyes mesmerized by the sight of you sitting prettily on his cock, stopping only to take your breast in his mouth. you gasp at the feeling, whimpering when your body involuntarily grinds against him, pressing him deeper inside you than you could imagine.

gojo, on the other hand, winces in pleasure and nips at your breast in response. “‘s it too big for you, baby?” he teases and you can’t help but nod.

“well i think this pussy was made just for me…” his hand finds your clit, massaging it as he fights the urge to thrust into you again. “come on, princess, give daddy a nice ride. i know you can take it.”

he could fuck you senseless. grip your waist while he figures out just how deep he can go and find all the places that will make you fall apart on his cock. it’d be too easy, but what he wants to see is you using his cock to chase your own high, you working to make him fill you to the brim like he’s been dreaming of all along.

he leans back, hands fixed on your hips as you start to move them slowly, finding the pace that leaves you pretty little stars, lips parted as you whimper godknowswhat.

you can hardly register your own words, quiet ‘toru’s, feel’s s’ good’s and y’re so big’s, followed by gentle praises from satoru.

your pace increases as you inch closer to your high, but as needy as you are, you can’t quite hit the right places anymore. “‘toruu, mmph– need to come please,” you beg, hands digging into his shoulders.

he sits up, a playful smile on his lips as he whispers against your ear, “told you there’s no need to beg, didn’t i?”

it’s utter heaven for both of you to feel your bodies pressed so close to each other like this, but before you can take in the feeling, satoru is gripping your hips and thrusting up into you relentlessly.

your hands find their way into his white hair, bringing your lips to his, moaning ceaselessly into his mouth.

you can feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes as he edges you closer and closer to your high. reaching a hand up, satoru uses a thumb to wipe them away. “fuck, baby let me cum in you, will ya?”

you nod desperately, remembering the sight of him cumming onto his chest and needing to feel him shoot those velvety ropes inside of you. “please, ‘toru.”

it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s releasing inside of you, and with him comes your own release. gojo’s thrusts don’t halt until he’s spilled every last drop of his seed inside of you and fucked you through your own orgasm, but once he does you collapse onto the couch together. you’re breathless on his chest, his arm wrapped around you and his length still buried inside you. it’s almost an uncomfortable feeling, but you aren’t in any hurry to feel empty again.

“i‘ve wanted this for so long,” he hums, his hand brushing through your hair, and without looking at him, you can hear the smile on his lips.

“then why didn’t you ever say so?” you shift so you can see his face and lose your breath at the sight of him. you don’t know that you’ve ever seen anyone more attractive, but that’s not what takes your breath away. no, what does is that you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look at you with so much love.

“you’re too good for me…” he smiles and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

you stare at him in awe. the world’s strongest sorcerer. the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. the kindest soul you’ve ever known. and he thinks you’re too good for him?

all you can think to do is bring your lips to his. you try to tell him without saying anything that you want this again and again. to touch him, to kiss him, to smile next to him.

“i don’t think that’s true,” you whisper against his lips as you pull away. “and you can make a mess out of me any time, ‘toru.”

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