#AND i had a too good to go order so i did some walking to get there

[shinoko-oshi]

Kidnapper reader x retired Simon

Simon should’ve seen it, he didn’t expect it to happen, never to him— until he ended chained up in a rather nice looking basement, well, at least nicer than all the ones he’d been held captive in.

But that was before, when he was still in the military, working with the task force 141. This was now. He’d long since retired, so who the hell did he piss off this time?

Though it was quite the opposite of “pissing off.” Quite different when he hears soft footsteps come down the stairs rather than harsh ones. No cruel look or barked orders: just a pretty bird with a plate of home cooked food in her hands.

You crouched, petting his head, looking at him with such love in your eyes he thought this was some kind of sick joke.

When he asked where the hell he was, you only replied with one word. “Home.” Then you told him to open wide, spoon filled with soup. When he didn’t, skeptical, all you did was smile, taking a sip yourself, reassuring him he was safe.

And that’s how the next few days went. You’d feed him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, and look at him with a gaze that screamed obsession. When he finally demanded to know what this was, why he was here, you answered soft, like it was nothing more than a chat about the weather.

“I saw you at a cafe one day and knew you were perfect. That we were made for each other. So I stalked you, Si, and when I found the right move, I took you home. We’re soulmates, Simon.”

“You just need time to see that, though,” you added, peppering one last kiss to his forehead before walking back up the stairs.

The next time he woke, he was chained to a bed, both ankles and wrists. It was a change of scenery from the basement.

On the dresser in front of him sat a bottle of the cologne he wore regularly, alongside a woman’s perfume. Taped to the mirror were a few photos of you and him. All ones he didn’t even know existed, because he was asleep in his apartment in every one of them. One showed you kissing his cheek, grinning at the camera as you held it up.

The door creaked open. You walked in wearing one of his old shirts and pj shorts like you’d been living in his skin this whole time.

“I’m sorry I drugged your food earlier,” you frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I just needed to make sure you didn’t leave me.” You caressed his cheek, before sliding in beside him, resting your head on his chest as you pulled the covers over you both, muttering a quiet good night.

Simon had expected many things when he woke up in that basement. Expected to die there. Expected torture. Starvation. Not to be chained to a bed while a pretty bird, who claimed she loved him slept soundly on his chest.

You were clever about it, too. Made sure the chains both in the basement and here were strong enough to hold him. Though Simon knew he could escape. Should’ve. Two weeks here, and he’d had plenty of chances. But he didn’t.

Didn’t know why. Maybe some sick, twisted part of him liked being taken care of. Liked being loved so much someone like you would go to the ends of the earth to keep him. Even with all the scars and the past he carried. Even after everything he’d done with his own hands, you still loved him.

You were an angel. One sent by whatever gods still gave a damn.

A deranged, beautiful angel that would force him to be happy. That would chain him up and feed him soup and love him like he deserved good things.

His angel.

Should I make a part two..?

[meganwritesfanfics]

As It Was (Dr. Jack Abbott x Reader)

This is a companion story to The Highway Don't Care

Word Count: 2224 

TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of injury, negative self-talk.

This one gets a bit spicy. I tried to make it even spicer, but I learned I am not good at it, lol.

Jack hated physical therapy. He hated the sound of the machines, the clicking and stretching. He hated the smell. He hated the obnoxiously bright lights. All of it reminded him of the countless visits he had. It brought him back to a very dark time after he lost his leg. It brought him back to the feelings of hopelessness and desperation. 

But this time, he wasn’t there for himself, this time he was there for Y/N. After multiple surgeries to repair her femur, Y/N was on a recovery track. But it was a slow and grueling one. 

He sat in a corner trying to read but he just kept reading the same sentence over and over because his focus was on Y/N as she tried her best to walk with her physical therapist. 

“Fuck,” She screamed as she crumbled her therapist catching her. “I think we are done.” 

“You still have 10 minutes…” The therapist started. 

“No I’m done!” Y/N screamed and Jack was instantly on his feet heading towards her. 

“I’ve got her.” He said and the therapist just walked off. “Baby, are you ok?” 

“I’m fine, I just want to go home.” She snapped at him. 

Jack sighed. Ever since Y/N had started physical therapy, she was constantly short with him. It felt as though she was pushing him away. He knew the pain and frustration she was feeling, and he knew that eventually she would confide in him. But Jack also didn’t want to push her too far, knowing it could break her. So he had patience, and tried to be there in whatever way he could. 

“Come on,” He said as he got her crutches and handed them to her. “Let’s get you home.” 

The whole car ride rome, Y/N remained silent, her attention focused out the window.

“Why don’t we order pizza for dinner.” Jack chimed in. 

“Sure,” She sighed but she wasn’t fully paying attention. 

“Y/N, baby, are you ok?” He said and he reached out for her hand but she pulled her hand away. 

“Jack I’m fine. I’m just tired.” She said as she ran her hand over her face. 

“Ok,” He said as he nodded. He just accepted her answer. He knew her, he knew her better than most anyone, and he knew at some point she would let him in. He knew she would breakdown and he would be there to catch her when she did. 

When they got home, Jack came over to her side of the car to help her out, but she didn’t grab his hand. “I’ve got it.” She snapped and again Jack just nodded. He stayed by her side ready to catch her if he needed. 

Ever since she had gotten out of the hospital, Jack had been by her side. He had taken off work, using all of the PTO he had built up and never used. He had also spent so much time making sure that everything in the house was set up in a way that would make it easier for Y/N to recuperate. He had set up their guest bedroom into their makeshift masters so that Y/N wouldn’t have to struggle up the stairs. Event though he offered to carry her up the stairs every night but she quickly shut that down.He had also moved her entire wardrobe down into that room. 

“I’ll order the pizza, you want your usual?” Jack called. 

“Sure,” Y/N called back as she made her way to the kitchen. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“I’m going to get us plates.” She said. 

“I can get them.” Jack said as he made his way towards her. 

“Jesus Christ Jack, I’m not helpless I can get the fucking plates!” Y/N screamed as she threw her crutches to the ground. 

Jack froze looking at Y/N his eyes wide. “Baby…” 

“No, I can’t fucking do it.” Her voice cracked hard as she started to take a step she let out a cry of pain and she collapsed to the ground. 

“Y/N,” Jack rushed to her side. 

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry.” Y/N cried as Jack sat down next to her. 

“What are you sorry about?” He asked.

“I’ve been such a bitch to you, for so long. And you have just been absolutely wonderful with everything. And I have been so horrible.” 

“You have not been horrible.” Jack tried to sooth. 

“No I have, I have been horrible to you and I have been horrible to everyone.” 

“I know it’s hard baby, trust me, I know.” 

Y/N let out another sob as she placed her head in her hands. 

“Baby, talk to me. What’s going on in the beautiful head of yours?” He asked as he rubbed her back. 

“I feel so guilty.” 

“Why do you feel guilty?” 

“I shouldn’t be feeling so bad about how badly my recovery is going. I’m alive, and I will be able to walk again. I should be grateful. And I hate that you have to witness all of this. After everything you have gone through, me being upset must feel so ridiculous to you.” She sobbed. 

Jack was shocked. He had never thought about the fact that Y/N may have thought he was judging her for her journey, based on what he went through. 

“Baby, I do not think you are ridiculous. What you are going through is really hard. Really hard. Just because my recovery journey looked different doesn’t mean I’m judging you for yours. How long have you been feeling like this?” 

“Since the first appointment, I could see how uncomfortable you were being back at physical therapy.And it just got me thinking about how stupid you must think I am. I didn’t lose my leg, I shouldn’t be complaining” 

He pulled her into his arms. “I would never think that, and you know it. You’re right, being at physical therapy does bring back bad memories of a very rough time in my life. But I can be a little bit uncomfortable to make sure that you are supported. You are worth it.” 

Y/N just groaned as she buried herself further into Jack’s embrace. 

“Look at me.” He said as he held her head in his hands. “I don’t want you to not talk to me because you think you don’t deserve to complain. Physical therapy is the absolute fucking worst. And I am going to fully understand what you are feeling and going through. Hell I am a wealth of knowledge when it comes to surviving the recovery journey. I just want to help you. You know I hate seeing you like this. It tears me up inside. I just wish I could fix it for you instantly so you wouldn’t have to go through this.” Jack’s voice cracked slightly. 

“I hate feeling so helpless. I hate that I can’t work. I hate that I don’t feel like I’m making any progress. And I hate how I feel like I am such a burden to you, and I…” She hesitated her eyes looking into Jack’s. “I hate that I feel like you would have been better off if I died in the crash.” 

Jack’s heart stopped. He hadn’t realized how bad things had gotten with Y/N. He felt horrible that he hadn’t recognized the signs, and hadn’t done more to help her. 

“Y/N.” He said firmly. “Don’t you dare say that. I was an absolute mess when I thought I was going to lose you. You are my life. If I lost you I wouldn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize things were this bad.” 

“I didn’t want you to know. I wanted to pretend I was ok, and pretend I wasn’t a hot fucking mess.” Y/N sighed. 

“Baby,” Jack pulled her in for a kiss. “You are not a hot fucking mess. You are just hot.” He teased and she cracked a smile. “There is that beautiful smile I have been missing.” 

“Have I told you how wonderful you are lately?” Y/N sighed burying her face in Jack’s chest again. 

“I know I’m a fucking catch.” Jack replied and Y/N laughed. 

They sat for a while before Jack scooped her up and carried her back to the couch. He sat down holding her tightly in his lap. 

“I love you.” Y/N said as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I love you so much. You are the best part of my life.” 

“I love you too. Will you promise to let me know when you are getting overwhelmed or feeling guilty. I want to be there to tell you how much I love you and how proud of you I am.” Jack said.

“You are proud of me?” Y/N said her eyes watering again.

“I am always proud of you, my girl.” Jack replied as he pulled her in for another long kiss. “You are a badass doctor who is absolutely brilliant  and so unbelievably kind.

The sweet kisses suddenly turned passionate as Y/N began kissing Jack’s neck. 

“Y/N,” He moaned. 

“Take me to bed Jack.” She purred in his ear. 

He quickly scooped her up and started towards the guest bedroom. 

“No, I want you to make love to me in our bed.” She insisted as she sucked on the spot right below his ear she knew drove him wild. 

“We aren’t going to make it there if you keep doing that.” Jack growled as he started to carry her up the stairs. 

Y/N giggled. “I thought you pride yourself on your patience. Dr Abbott.” 

“You make being patient a struggle darling.” 

He walked them into the bedroom and he dropped Y/N on the bed gently and then he was on her in an instant. 

His lips kissed down her throat as his hands roamed her body causing her to moan. 

“Jack,” She moaned as his hands wandered under her shirt. 

“You are far too dressed.” He said as he instantly pulled her shirt off over her head. 

Y/N blushed a little bit remembering what outfit she was wearing. Her sweatset, sports bra, and least flattering pair of underwear. 

Instantly Jack could feel the mood change and he pulled back. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“I just look super sexy in my outfit right now.” She said trying to make a joke out of it, but he could hear the sadness in her voice.

“Y/N, I would find you sexy in whatever you wore. Hell I think you are sexy in scrubs.” 

Y/N smiled. “That must be really hard for you at work.” She teased. 

“Oh it’s impossible. I constantly want to pull you into a room and fuck you senseless.” He growled. 

“Jack!” Y/N gasped but Jack’s mouth was instantly back on hers. 

*********

Y/N woke to the sound of whimpering. She groaned sleepily trying to find the source of the sound. She instantly sat up when she saw Jack thrashing in his sleep. 

“No, please, no.” He mumbled in his sleep. 

Y/N was no stranger to Jack’s nightmares. While they had gotten better since he started going to therapy, ever since the wreck, they had become more frequent. 

“Y/N no,” He broke and she could tears falling down his cheek 

“Jack, honey.” She said as she gently placed her hands on his chest. “Honey, you need to wake up.” 

“Please I can’t lose you, please.” He sobbed. 

“Jack, wake up, it’s just a nightmare.” She shook him a little. 

“No, no, no.” He just kept repeating as his body started to tremble. 

“Jack!” She said a bit more forcefully as she grabbed his face with her hands. 

His eyes snapped open and his brown eyes frantically searched hers. 

“Are you ok?” He asked terrified. 

“Jack I’m fine, everything is fine, you were having a nightmare.” Y/N said running her fingers through his curls trying to calm him down. 

“I thought… you were…” He started his breathing becoming erratic. 

“Baby, Jack, I need you to breathe ok. Look at me, look at me.” Y/N quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on her throat so he could feel her pulse. “You feel that, I’m fine, it was just a nightmare. I’m here. You saved me.” 

Jack took deep breaths, as he hand shifted from her throat to her cheek as he ran his thumb gently over her cheek. 

“You are ok,” He said mostly to himself as he pulled Y/N into his embrace. 

“I am ok.” She comforted as she felt him kiss the top of her head. Her head was resting on his chest and she could feel how rapidly his heart was beating. 

They just lay together in silence as Jack tried to calm down. 

“Clearly you aren’t the only one in this relationship who is a hot fucking mess.” Jack sighed. 

Y/N playfully gasped. “You said I wasn’t a hot fucking mess.” She teased. 

Jack laughed. “We can be hot fucking messes together.” 

“I love you Jack.” Y/N said as she snuggled into his embrace. 

“I love you too Y/N.” He sighed happily, and it wasn’t long before sleep found them once again.  

Tag List: @pear-1206 @frazie99 @brnesblogposts

[ash005]

Imagine of DI leon dating a college girl. Been so obsessed with this like I need him so bad. 😋🙏

Mentions of: baby, age gap, mild cussing and mentions of body image. This is not proofread so sorry if there’s mistakes :(

Thinking about DI leon dating a college girl and coming up to her college to pick her up for spring break. He can’t remember the last time he’s been to a college campus and can’t help but feel a little out of place.

You made him feel young and old at the same time. Like whenever you would you would send him pictures of what was called “brain rot”. He didn’t understand that stuff and apparently he’s been known to ruin a joke by asking too many questions about it.

But none of that mattered because he was here now, and he couldn't help but smile when he saw you walk outside. In your cute little shorts and shirt, how did you end up with him? He thought you were too good for him. Sometimes he feels guilty, you should be with someone your age. Some young college boy who you could go to parties to. But you have assured him you're fine, and who wants to date an inexperienced, stupid college boy anyway?

You ran up to him, throwing your arms around his neck and getting on your tippy toes. "Hi!! I can't believe you actually came!"

He wrapped his arms around your waist and chuckled a little. “Yeah, of course I came. Who wouldn’t want to see you?”

Staying in the embrace for a moment before pulling away, you grabbed his hand and started walking down the sidewalk. “So do you want me to drive?” You asked.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll drive.” He says, to be completely honest, your driving scares him. He’s only driven with you once and decided that will never happen again. You're not a bad driver or anything; you just hit a few curbs, listen to loud music, and maybe cut some people off. But he wouldn’t tell you that.

“Are you sure? I can do it.” You pushed, looking up at him as you led him through your campus.

“I’m sure, besides you look better in the passenger seat.” He teased, looking down at you.

You huffed and shook your head. You were a great driver, it didn’t make anydn’t want to drive with you, but his car was nicer anyway. So you’ll let it slide this time.

When you finally got to his car, you immediately hooked up to the Bluetooth in his vehicle. You didn’t ask because you weren’t sure if he knew what it was or how to work it. And he listens to bad music. All old music sounds the same.

Leon couldn’t help but scoff at you acting like the princess you were. He’d never admit this out loud, but he didn’t even know his car had Bluetooth. He learns something new every day with you. Now you had on Sabrina something, he'd heard this song so many damn times he could probably recite the lyrics. He couldn't help but look at you for a moment before he started to drive. You were just so pretty, so so so cute, and he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.

You’d make him take you to Starbucks and order a caramel something frappuccino. Trying to keep him up with trends was just a nightmare. You once mentioned “freak-bob” to him, and he just stared at you in silence for a good 30 seconds. But he loved you, you and all your crazy energy. Sometimes he wonders what life would have been like if he’d met you younger, but it was too late, and he had you now.

He’d help you with your schoolwork because he’s freakishly good at math. Listen to you complain about your friends and whatever drama was going on. He didn’t understand half of it, and any advice or solutions he would give you would get shut down immediately. So he just let you talk, it was cute how worked up you would get over this stuff. He watched you do what he now knows as a skincare routine. And yes, you have influenced him into buying all these ridiculous products for his skin, but hey, he looks good. Sometimes he lies in bed with you all day, scrolling through “TikTok,” he believes it’s called. Sometimes you would ask him to make a video together, but he didn’t understand the appeal of dancing or lip-singing to a camera.

He’s so dad coded! Yes, he makes dad jokes. If you tell him you’re hungry he says “hi hungry, i’m leon.” Or some corny line like that. You’ve introduced him to so many things he can’t even remember half of it. He was always there to reassure you when you felt insecure. He never understood why young women had such an issue with their body, he thought you looked beautiful. But he was there, pressing soft kisses to your body and whispering praises into your ear.

Luckily for the both of you, his house actually wasn’t far from your college. The drive there just flew by and before you knew it you had arrived. His house was nice, I mean he was basically a 40 year old man making good money. So it made sense he had a nice house.

He carried your bags for you, because he was a gentleman. And you were too small to be carrying heavy stuff anyways. After you settled in you both kinda just cuddled on the couch watching movies all day. It was cute watching you try and stay awake as the night progressed. Your little yawns and snuggles into his chest made him smile. His life was so chaotic, constantly on missions fighting bio weapons and dealing with nonsense all the time. But moments like this made it worth it.

He managed to get you up and into the bathroom so you could do your little skincare. He knew if you found out he let you go to bed without taking your makeup off you would freak out. The whole time he had his arms around your waist, swaying you slightly as he squeezed you tightly. You were just adorable.

After what felt like forever he was finally in bed watching you sitting on his bed wearing your cute little pajamas. A little tank top with some shorts. And wow did that sure show off your body. He loved your curves, the way your tits squished together when you rolled onto your side, or how your hair fell over your face.

Pulling you closer to him, he rubbed a hand over your head and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Watching you fall asleep, he sighed and closed his eyes, falling asleep with you.

(I know i’m supposed to be writing a country leon x city girl reader fic, but this has been stuck in my head forever. I promise i’ll start writing that soon..😭😭)

[itsnathateasy]

waking up with these aot characters

word count: 2,2k a/n 1: you won't believe how long i've been postponing this for! i'm mostly focusing my energy on at odds, at heart and some other writing projects and this type of fics (that i honeslty love sm!) have been neglected i do hope you enjoy this one, it was a promising idea! might update and add more characters too! a/n 2: SO yall just did the nasty and either you or them spend the night, but the morning after can be rather… awkward? funny? we’ll see! warnings: sfw buuut kinda suggestive! jean's from the pounding, not from an sti! taglist! @satorella @brave-and-gentle @eleuthreomaniaaa @flrn01

As soon as you woke up, you stretched your legs and arms, taking your time to slowly wake up. You had the leisure of sleeping in today, but also someone occupying the rest of your bed. You didn’t mean to, but you accidentally kicked Eren in your attempt to stretch. Good thing you didn’t do it too harshly, only enough to wake him up too. “Morning sleepy head”, you said as you now playfully kicked him again. He only mumbled at first, refraining from speaking properly. “I’ll go take a shower and order breakfast. Anything particular you’d like?” You questioned, not yet moving away from the position you’d both slept in, as if you were glued together. Eren lazily turned his head towards you and gave you a good hard look. “Who are you and why are you in my bed?” You almost froze, unsure whether you were angry or disappointed. Surely, Eren had the reputation of a player, but you’d been together for what? Almost three months now? Surely, he can’t have forgotten who you are! “Are you being serious?” You asked him, honestly in shock. “Yeah, who are you lady?” You immediately stood up, throwing the covers behind you and turning to face him, your blood boiling. “If anyone should forget who the other is, that’s you! That’s my bed and this is my house, you rude ass… Whatever!” You saw Eren’s green eyes flicker as he burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard, he’d sat up and was holding onto his belly. “What’s that for?” You asked, not knowing how else to proceed with this. “I’m just pulling your leg, y/n! How could I ever forget you? Especially after what you did last night, I could ne-” But you didn’t let him finish. You grabbed one of the pillows and smashed it on his face. “How dare you play tricks on me after our first night together, Eren? You’re evil!” His laughing never ceased, only became louder. “Know what’s evil? That thing you did with your tongue and-” "UGH, shut it, Eren! I’ll go take my shower now!” You said and walked out of the room to laugh in the privacy of the bathroom. You’d never give him any type of credit for such a prank. “Can I come see?” “Hm, I don’t know, Eren. Are you going to be a good boy or are you going to pretend you don’t know me?”

The sweet smell of coffee woke you up. You opened your eyes to a half naked Armin setting a tray on your bedside table as he tried to be as quiet as possible. “Oh, y/n! I’m sorry I woke you up! Coffee’s still hot and I’m making pancakes soon! Any requests?” You smiled to yourself as you stretched your arm to reach him, yet he fleeted. You couldn’t help but not notice how he was avoiding your gaze. It was probably not a big deal. If he didn’t enjoy himself last night, then he’d already be out of here, right? Would he be making you breakfast if he wanted nothing to do with you? Reluctantly, you rose from the bed, opening the windows to let some fresh air in, before heading to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Once you were done, you walked into the kitchen, only to find Armin flipping a pancake, a perfect, almost golden one, and setting it on a plate to his left. You snaked your arms around his waist, resting your head between his shoulder blades. “They smell really good, Armin.” “Wait till you have one, y/n! What would you want for toppings?” You turned him around so you could face him, giving him a playful grin and a wink. “I liked this topping that I had last night!” You said, tapping on his torso with your finger. Armin turned red within seconds and promptly returned to his cooking. He only responded with a soft ‘yeah, yeah’ and spoke no further. Well. That’s a first. “Did I say something wrong, Armin? Didn’t you enjoy last night?” He pulled the pan from the heat, setting in a few inches away from the stove, an arm rubbing the nape of his neck. As he turned to face you, you noticed he was still red as poppy and a bit nervous. You put your hands on his chest, giving him a reassuring look. “No matter how bad it is, you can tell me, Armin.” He tsk’ed before speaking properly. “It’s just… Last night was seriously amazing, y/n, I’ve no words… But like… It was so nasty, I can’t look you in the eye right now...” As he said that, it was the first time since you woke up that he’d kinda looked at you, but his gaze turned to the floor quickly. “Would a blindfold make things easier for you? I’ve heard many people find it fun in the bedroom!” And now he was looking at you with the widest of eyes. He hesitated at first, but smoothly placed his arms around you. “That means no pancakes?” He gave you a small grin before gently pushing you backwards. “We can always have brunch instead of breakfast, right?”

You heard a soft groan as Jean turned over in bed, waking up slowly, only to find you staring at yourself in his bedroom mirror. You saw him peak his head from the covers, putting up his pillow and just looking at you for a while. “Hope I didn’t leave too many marks down there?” “Nope, that’s not it...”, you said, almost absent-mindedly. Your private parts kept itching all night and by the time you woke up, they were as red as strawberries. “What’s up then?”, he questioned. “My private parts are flushed.” He gave you a crooked smile, obviously proud of his accomplishment. “Are they now.” You glared back at him. “In a bad way, Jean.” You saw the smile disappear from his face as he threw away the blanket and walked over to where you stood in front of the mirror and kneeled to take a look at you. “Well… It didn’t really look like that last night, y/n...” You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh you don’t say!” You were so annoyed with him right now, you could punch him with no regrets whatsoever. “Hey, I know this is important, I just didn’t realise it was this bad. You’re upset, understandable. What can I do? Would some ice help until we can get a hold of a doctor?” He was right, you were upset, but mostly at the situation, not at him. You gave him a small smile and nodded. “I think the ice would help. Thanks, Jean!” He walked out of the bedroom and quickly returned with a clean towel made into ball. You could hear the ices cubes crackling on the inside of the towel. “Let me.” He lead you back to the bed and made you lay down, softly patting your area with the towel. “Do you have your doctor’s phone saved?”, he asked as he reached for your phone on the bedside table. “Of course I do!” You grabbed the phone from him, quickly realising you were still being mean, even though the situation wasn’t his fault. You sighed. “I’m sorry Jean, I don’t mean to lash out on you. But it’s really itchy and… Let’s just say I’m not having a good time...” You opened your contacts and scrolled to find your doctor’s number, calling her immediately to book an appointment. Jean massaged your thigh while you were on the phone, happy to hear you managed to get an appointment for a couple of hours later. As soon as you were done, he passed you the towel with the ice. “I’ll go run you a bath and when you’re ready, I’m driving you to the doctor’s, y/n.”, he said as he exited the room. “You really don’t have to, Jean, it’s fine.” He came back, a set of clean bathroom towels in his hands. “It’s my responsibility. Just let me know when you’re ready. Do you prefer a fruity or a more relaxed scent for your bubble bath, y/n?”

You were woken up by Connie’s hot breath fanning in front of your face. “You smell funny”, he said and laced his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “That’s what everyone smells after doing the shakalaka for I don’t even know how many hours, Connie. And don’t think you smell any better!” You pushed him away playfully, big smiles on both of your faces. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, y/n!” He said as he tried to drag you even closer than earlier. You physically didn’t have the energy to keep pushing him away, even as a game, so you let him hold you, even though you could already feel the sweat forming on your skin. “Are you really that fucked out?” You scoffed, but smiled. “Yes, Connie. You had no reason to wake me up!” He softly grabbed the skin on your thigh before moving his hand up and down, caressing it. “Sorry, I’m just bored. You’ve been out for quite a while.” “And I will be for a while longer, so you might as well do the same.” Hand still on your thigh, he gave you a small slap, earning a squeal from you. “No, you have to wake up so we can grab dinner and then continue where we left off!” He complained, a smug look on his face. You chuckled and turned away from him, proceeding to get out of bed. You wouldn’t be having any more sleep if Connie kept nagging you like that anyway, so you might as well order some food. “We’ve no pending tasks, Connie, there was literally nothing left uhm… Incomplete.” He wiggled his eyebrows as you left the covers fall behind you on the bed. “I know…”, he began and jumped out of bed, following you. “Still, some revising wouldn’t hurt, I believe...” He put his arms around your waist from the back, tracing a few kisses along your neck. You could only lean into his touch, one of your arms reaching to touch his neck, extending to his nape. “Thought you were hungry?” You asked, not receiving a response right away. “I am.” “For food, I mean.” You pulled yourself away. With the way it was between you two, you’d probably starve to death if you didn’t keep your hands off of each other. “Hey!”, he pouted again, trying to reach you. “First we order, and then we might continue. What say you?” He groaned, but nodded in agreement. “Hey, what do you mean by ‘might’, y/n?”.

A loud noise from the kitchen brutally woke you up. It was barely seven a.m., what could possibly be happening? You began to get yourself out of bed, when you noticed Erwin’s side was empty. Whoa, when did it become ‘Erwin's’ side? You took a mental note to think about this later. It was too early to start debating what exactly you and Erwin were. As you walked to the kitchen, though, he was nowhere to be found. Yet the noise persisted. You went for the sink for a glass of water, after being dehydrated from… Well, everything that went down last night. As you approached the kitchen, you saw two long legs stretched out on the floor, the upper part of the body disappeared into the cabinet under the sink. “What on earth are you doing, Erwin?” You questioned, not daring to pour yourself a glass of the much needed water. He emerged from the depths of the cabinet and looked at you sternly, as if he had every reason to be crouched down there. “The faucet was dripping. It drove me insane all night.” He got himself up, stretched and dusted his pants. The old man tank top he always wore underneath his shirts was still on, yet the shirt was neatly folded on the kitchen table. He reached for it, putting in on and quickly buttoning it up and pushing it into his trousers. He turned the faucet on with one swift movement as he pointed that you look into the cabinet. The water ran, unable to escape the pipe. “See? It’s not dripping anymore!” He pushed the handle down, stopping the flow of water and closing the cabinet shortly after. He gave you an almost shy smile and walked past you towards the exit. “Where are you going?” He immediately turned around to look at you, a surprised look on his face. “I never meant to wake you up, just… Couldn’t leave you with a leaking pipe.” You raised your eyebrow at him, leaning against the wall, hands folded on your chest. “You know that I owe you a treat now, right?” He began to speak but said nothing. Finally, he walked back towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I don’t want to take advantage of you, y/n. I’d fix the sink anyway.” You pushed his hand away and stuck your tongue out. “It’s not what I meant! But, I’d like to take you for breakfast, at least? On me, of course! Since you’ve spared me of hiring a professional.” His eyes softened. “I’ll wait till you’re ready.”

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‘Sober’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader

Fluff

God, how did I do these again? ANYWAY, been one hell of a year since I last posted. Had a COD cosplayer cheat on me, moved back home and realised I am in some way trans masc. Wild, wild year but I’m still here :D Todays piece is inspired by ‘Say you won’t let go’ by James Arthur. I’m considering rewriting all of my previous works and revamping my page, as always, asks are open.

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Word count: 1,579

Simon Riley was a harsh bastard of a man, quiet and calculating with a stern personality. He didn’t let anyone walk over him, he was in charge of his own life. He would quietly tease Johnny back when the Scotsman teased him for sleeping with so many random people, always up for a good laugh with his team.

He wasn’t quite sure how it happened. This wasn’t who he was, the sort of man that he had ever been, and yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were across the bar as the team celebrated after a mission, giggling and dancing along with Johnny. You were his teammate, someone he respected and treated as a friend and here he was ogling you.

He stayed leant against the bar next to John and Kyle, the two men making idle conversation as he watched you. He could feel his heart beating in his chest and for the first time you had made him speechless without even trying. It was like a switch had flipped.

He had never been for relationships, had never had one that lasted and always swore he would end up dying alone but as he stood there watching, admiring you and memorising every little detail he knew he was ready for marriage.

You were his teammate however. His friend. You knew his reputation with men and women alike, knew how he would give them one night and then disappear forever. You never seemed to treat him any differently though, always a little piece of sunshine. You knew of his double digit body count, in both ways, and still treated him like a person.

His thoughts drifted back to the mission from earlier that day, remembering the way your soft hands wiped blood from his cheek after his mask was half torn off. His own fingers slid under his mask, rubbing at his stubble the way you had and finding himself disappointed when it didn’t feel the same.

The song ended, shifting into a slightly slower tune and Johnny left your side. He wandered back over to Simon, Kyle and John, quickly sitting down and ordering himself a drink. John leant over, having noticed the way Simon was staring and elbowed him in the side.

”Go get em,”

Simon's eyes widened slightly and he nodded, his words caught in his throat. He pushed up from the bar, quickly flattening out his shirt and clearing his throat before striding over to you.

He leant down slightly, his heart pounding in his chest as that same sweet scent you always adorned washed over him. You could see the smile reaching his eyes, his cheeks pushing up slightly as the corners of his lips tilted up under the surgical mask. For a moment, you admired the flecks of gold in his eyes, catching the light and glittering as he stared at you.

“Mind if I step in for a bit, luvvie?” He mumbled. He could have kicked himself for mumbling but the way you were staring at him had him too distracted.

“Of course not,” you grinned up at him, giggling softly.

He could tell you were rather drunk now that he was closer, alcohol plaguing your breath and your steps unsteady. For a moment, he wondered how much you had had to drink, concerned for you before he was wrapped up in your spell again.

At this point, his cheeks were hurting from how much he had been smiling at you. His gaze was fixed on you as his hand absentmindedly placed itself on your hip, holding you close as you started to sway to the music. He worried about coming on too strong, making you uncomfortable until your hands came to rest on his waist, gently gripping his shirt.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so alive. Watching as you giggled and swayed with him, the way you clung onto him. It made him happy, truly and deeply happy. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait to see you around base everyday.

Awkwardly, his free hand that had been in the pocket of his jacket came to the back of your head, tangling with your hair and pulling you closer to his chest. He held you close, memorising the way you fit against him in case you were to push him away and disappear. He never wanted to forget you.

It was then, as you pressed your face against his chest and hummed to the music that he knew, even if he never got you touch you again that you were the one for him. He was beaming, alight inside. He glanced to the others to find John, Kyle and Johnny watching with warm smiles. They each nodded, Johnny giving him a thumbs up.

”You look as beautiful as ever,” he murmured against your ear, his head dipping down slightly.

”Didn’t know you could think that about a person,” you responded with a teasing chuckle.

”Only you.” The words felt like a promise, like he was swearing himself to you.

As the song ended, he felt you pull away and was slightly saddened. His touch on you retreated, only to be met by your warm hand grabbing his. You tugged him through the crowd towards the bar and his hand in yours felt as though it was on fire.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder and he felt his heart stop. He felt sober again. He knew he was madly in love with you. He squeezed your hand gently, three little squeezes that you hardly even picked up on. He stuck close as you led him towards the bar, making sure no one pushed you or got too close.

He stood behind you as you ordered a drink, quietly nodding to the bartender to make it a virgin drink and put it on his tab as if he had done it a million times before. It felt so right to look after you and buy you things. His mind briefly wandered, drifting to all the gifts he could shower you with and imagining how you would decorate your house when he eventually bought you one.

You smiled up at him, leaning back against him and pressing a kiss to his cheek, quietly thanking him for the drink before downing it - eager to feel more of the buzz and confidence that the liquor would bring you despite it being non alcoholic.

He spent the rest of the evening by your side, ensuring you were safe and having fun. At some point, you had stolen his jacket, throwing it over your shoulders and drowning out your frame with it. Eventually, he walked you back to base, leaving Johnny, Kyle and John at the bar.

You wandered alongside him, babbling on about something and giggling to him. He could listen to you talk for hours. He was completely smitten, grinning as he watched the sleeves of his jacket hide away your hands. He loved the way you looked by his side, wearing his clothes.

Something had changed inside of him and he liked it. You had taken him from a heartless monster, from simply being Ghost to being himself again, Simon Riley. He knew he would love his last name if it were yours as well.

He walked you right to the door of your room, watching with his arms crossed as he leant against the wall while you fumbled through your pockets for your keys. He nodded slightly as you pulled them out and unlocked the door before sheepishly staring up at him.

”You wanna stay the night, Si?” You murmured, a soft blush coating your cheeks.

He knew his reputation with people and he knew he would not treat you like that. He shook his head. He wanted to love you, the chance to make you feel special, not experience a night of lust and move on. He would be your husband one day, he could wait.

“Not tonight, luvvie, you need some rest.” He smiled, his tone soft and gentle as he stared at you. “You gonna get to bed okay?”

His heart ached as he saw the disappointment that flashed across your face, all he wanted to do was tangle his limbs with yours and hold you all night but he wouldn’t not, not tonight. He was too busy planning dates and proposal ideas.

”Mhm.. should do,” You mumbled back to him, nodding slightly.

He watched as you started to strip his jacket off and shook his head again, planting it back around your shoulders and tugging it around you.

”Keep it, it’ll give you another reason to come see me tomorrow,” he insisted, tugging his mask down just enough to plant a kiss on your forehead before gently pushing you into your room and sauntering down the hallway to his own.

He chuckled, feeling the butterflies in his stomach, already eager to see you again and spend the rest of his life with you. When he got to his door, he reached for his keys only to realise they were still in his jacket with his phone… in your room. He laughed again, rubbing his face before sitting down in the doorway to his room.

By the time the others returned from the bar, he was half asleep and Johnny hauled him to his room, letting him crash there for the night and quickly regretting it when Simon couldn’t stop talking about you.

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[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Don't save me.

Pairing: Geum Seongje x reader.

Summary: People told you that he was dangerous. A wild card. Not to be trusted. The redist red flag but didn't they know you're colorblind for him?

Warning: Toxic relationship, Bullying, Violence, Cheating?Arguing, Verbal abuse, Choking, Cream pie, P in v, Dirty talk, Plot with Smut?

You can't recall the last time you felt truly and undeniably happy. It has been so long since you laughed so hard that your stomach ached or smiled so broadly that your cheeks hurt. It's been a while since you experienced that exhilarating feeling of euphoria.

Middle school, you think.

Faint memories of laughter and jokes circulating, untouched lunches, and that once warm sensation. High school. Little you thought how cool and wonderful it would be.

What a load of bullshit.

A pained grunt escaped your clenched teeth as a strong kick to your stomach sent your body crashing against the steel gray lockers. Your head struck hard against the metal, and your body crumpled to the floor.

"Are you going to open that smart-ass mouth again, or should I just keep going?" Ha-yoon's makeup-caked face sneered. You didn't know why you snorted back a chuckle nor why a small, sarcastic smile had crept onto your lips.

"You think this is funny?" she screeched, her hand rearing back.

"Ha-yoon, cut it out," Eun-kyung's angelic voice said as her dark eyes finally glanced up from her manicured nails. She pushed off the wall, and Ha-yoon backed away immediately.

'Just like a loyal puppy. Obeying her Mistress's order'

Eun-Kyung sighed through her nose like she was tired of wasting her time. She squatted down, allowing her silky raven hair, which was pulled into a ponytail, to fall over her shoulder. With her elbows resting against her thighs and her cheek resting on the ball of her fist, she gazed at you with a look of boredom and disinterest.

"You're fucking pathetic when you run that mouth. It almost seems you like pissing me off." Rage flicked through her irises as she quickly grabbed your hair and slammed your head against the lockers. "Unless cunt!" She yelled and slammed your head again, harder.

Your vision blurred and your ears rang. Black surrounded the edge of your vision before you passed out. Cruel laughter and fading footsteps were the last thing you heard.

When you came too and began to walk to your small apartment, your head ached and throbbed. Despite that, it was manageable if you took some pain medicine.

You were going out with Seongje, your long-time boyfriend, at a new club with some guys from the Union and you won't let a headache and a few stupid bruises stop you from seeing him. Being with him made you feel so alive; with him, you were respected by the gang. You were Seongje's girl. And nobody was foolish enough to mess with you unless they wanted to be beaten to half to death.

Dating him wasn’t always a smooth ride. Arguments were common, and so were screaming matches. Things were thrown, and surfaces were punched, but he never hit you, nor did he aim at you. You understood he wasn’t a good person, yet he loved you in his own flawed way.

The dark club pulsed with music, and you could feel the rhythm with every step you took as Seongje led you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders. Flashing lights danced wildly around the room. Bodies moved, jumping and grinding against each other.

The group chose a round table to sit at, and soon it was cluttered with cigarette ash and empty bottles.

Sang-Ook, Dae-Ho, and Du-Ho were boys who attended the same school as Seongje and played together at Internet cafes. The twins were already drunk, laughing to themselves, and talking to Sang-Ook about which woman he was going to try to fuck and making crude jokes. Normal gross boy talk.

Seongje didn't say much; instead, he stared blankly while listening to the other boys, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You weren't interested in their conversation, so you simply snuggled into his side. You didn't know why he wanted to be there, but you followed him wherever he went unless it was related to gang activities.

Your eyebrows furrowed; the sudden pressure on your bladder was becoming too strong to ignore.

"Seongje," you whispered in his ear. He responded with a low hum of curiosity, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with the sound. After a moment of hesitation, you shyly admitted that you needed to use the bathroom. Seongje chuckled, pulled out his favorite pack of cigs from his tiger-printed windbreaker, and lifted one to his lips, "Go," he ordered, nodding toward the direction of the bathroom.

"I'll be right back." You quickly got out of the booth. "Better. I don't like waiting." He lit the end of the cigarette and inhaled the gray smoke into his lungs.

You sighed in relief as you exited the stall and turned on the sink water. As you washed your hands, you remained unfazed by the sounds of the bathroom door opening and the clicking of two pairs of heels on the tiled floor. The two women giggled among themselves, and you could feel their intense stares directed at the side of your face. While drying your hands, you glanced at the wide mirrors above the sink.

A sickening dread dropped into the pit of your stomach as you caught sight of the familiar coral dye and blue highlights. Ha-yoon and Seo-Yeon.

'How were they here? Did they know you were going to be here? If they were here, doesn't that mean..'

You dared to meet Ha-yoon's gaze in the mirror. A mischievous cruelty sparkled back; she knew something, and if you didn't feel dread before, you certainly did now. Your breath quicked as you rushed out of the woman's bathroom.

You need to grab Seongje and go.

You stopped a few feet from the booth. This had to be a dream, a messed-up nightmare, but the painful shattering of your heart told you this was all happening.

Eun-kyung's honeyed giggles cut through the roaring music. Her black hair flowed over her shoulders like a river, her skimmy pastel dress fit her like a second skin and her soft pink lips curled into a flirty smile that beamed brighter than the lights that painted her and Seongje in rosy red as she idly played with his sliver chain—the chain you got him.

He simply sat there, his arm resting on the top of the booth above Eun-Kyung, his eyes intensely focused on her. His expression was unreadable, and when her beautiful eyes met his, you couldn't bear it any longer. You choked back tears as you pushed and squeezed past the people having the time of their lives.

You sniffed, your legs aching from the many rounds of walking you did in the nearby park for almost an hour. You didn't want to go home immediately; too much of him was there, from the many nights he stayed over.

You wiped the fading tears from your cheeks as you bent slightly to take off your shoes, throwing them down carelessly. Dragging your feet toward the couch, you paused and squinted your eyes. A figure was sitting there, a small red dote appeared from the darkness and the following smoke floated out in the illumination of the kitchen light. You inhale sharply and switch the living room light on.

Seongje stared at the blank TV screen for what felt like several seconds before adjusting his glasses. Slowly, he turned his head toward you, and his eyes fixed on your face. To anyone else, he appeared cool and unbothered, but you knew him better than that.

He was enraged.

"Where were you?" He leaned forward to put out his cigarette. "Why does it matter? You clearly were very busy when I came back from the bathroom." you shot back, your words sharp. He paused at your pointed response before finally extinguishing his cigarette in the wolf-shaped ashtray. "You let her..you let her touch you..and you didn't tell her to back off. Did you enjoy her company that much?" you asked, your voice breaking at the thought of the two of them together.

"You think I'd cheat on you? I may be a lot of things but a fucking cheater Isn't one of them." He spoke in a faux calm tone as he backed you into the hallway and into your bedroom.

"S-Seongje.." You warned.

"I thought My girl wasn't a dumbass." He ridiculed, a cruel smile stretching on his lips as he backed you more and more towards your bed

"Don't call me dumb! I'm not stupid! You jackass!" you snapped before letting out a surprised noise as you fell onto your bed, trying to escape from him. "Oh no, baby," he cooed mockingly. "I work with incompetent, useless punks. You're stupid if you think I would cheat on you with some one-and-million whore. Don't worry, though. I'll show you who I really belong to." Seongje shrugged off his windbreaker, letting it fall to the floor, and crept onto the bed after kicking off his pants and underwear.

You should be mad, pissed at him, shouldn't feel your treacherous cunt heat up, and gush slick but watching as he took off his shirt and threw it to the side, bare except his glasses and his chain. He was lean, and muscular in ways that counted, and his cock. His dick twitched as if sensing your admiring gaze.

He was above average length, so thick it struggled to stand up completely, and veiny. The glans was a darker shade than the rest of his skin; the slit oozed a pearl of pre-cum. And a trimmed bush around the base of his dick. His member was just as fine as him.

You happily helped him take off your clothes until you were both as naked as the day you were born. Seongje smirked smugly, the bedroom look you gave him made him want to take you right there but the urge to tease you won over. Seongje wrapped his arms around your spread legs and pulled your ass on top of his thighs. His dick slid between your folds, coating himself in your wetness, and the tip rested on your bud; he drew back and snapped forward, giving himself a pussy job.

"Just fuck me!" You cried as he continued to fuck your lips and clitoris. "I don't know. Should I?" He questioned. You cried, frustrated, and bucked your hips to try and fail to trick him inside, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I accused you of cheating. Now fuck my brains out!" You screamed; Seongje simply hummed a 'good enough,' drew back until his cock head caught on your entrance, and he rolled his hips.

You both let a groan as he pushed into your tight, wet, gummy depths. The action alone was close enough to make you cum. His cock, lay heavy on your walls, and his veins brushed against those spots until he bottomed out. You grabbed his hands that gripped your hips and threw your head back, moaning loudly as he pulled out and slammed into you, "Can't believe, you think I'd give up this pussy," He grunted, thrusting harshly, the bed banging against the back wall "this is my fucking pussy. Mine." He growled pushing his hair away from his face before grabbing your neck, his fingers squeezing the side of your throat.

You gasped and moaned as you held his wrist, your eyes rolled back, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-" you blabbed, drooling. Seongje laughed meanly, his eyes shined amused "Look at this. Did I already fucked my girl cockdrunk?" He released your throat and lifted your hips up more, making him reach deeper; the loud clapping of skin, the moans, groans, and cures along the embarrassing squelching of your cunted filled the room. Seongje's glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and his chain smacked against his sweat, glistening chest. Frustrated, he tore the glasses off his face, tossed them beside your head, and leaned down, his body covering yours. His large groped and knead your ass as he kissed you passionately. You wailed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cummed.

Seongje pulled back, grunted as his eyes flutter shut, his hips slamming into your hips, his fast pace because sloppy as his dick twitched. He grunted one more time as his hot cum spilled into your pulsing pussy, painting you white from the inside.

"You were meant to be mine.." Seongje spoke up after you both cleaned up and laid together. Your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat lull you to sleep, "We were meant to be" he whispered into your ear, your eyes finally closing. If this was a dream from your otherwise miserable life you didn't want to wake up.

[hi-itsanniemarie]

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x reader (referred to as “you”)

Word Count: 4000ish

Warnings: mild language, adult themes & fluffy thoughts :)

((Takes place during TLoU season 2 filming))

Author Note: Hi! I totally finished writing Chapter Two 2 years ago before other characters were cast which is why other actors aren’t mentioned! Sorry for the hiatus & if you need a refresh, go ahead and read Chapter One. Enjoy!

After running through your schedule for the rest of the day, you realized you had a good sized break until production shut down for the weekend. Personal breaks normally meant you hid yourself away from the world for a bit while filming continued but something inside of you seemed different now. Bella seemed to have turned a switch on, one that you were convinced had been permanently stuck in the off position. Before that moment, you had never really watched them when they were in front of the camera, you had always been too focused on your job. When Bella was in their element there was such a confident beauty that radiated from them. It was honestly impossible to ignore and you really weren’t sure how you managed to do so before. Bella truly sucked everyone in and you were starting to feel like they had finally done the same to you.

The following evening you had just finished up your dinner of leftover takeout when your phone started to buzz. You figured it was the production office with an update for the next day so you ignored the call without being bothered to check. Thinking that they would leave a message if it was super important, you jumped in the shower in order to treat yourself to a few more precious moments of sleep the next morning. Twenty minutes and one amazing hot shower later you plopped down on the couch ready to binge a show Pedro was begging you to watch. You grabbed your phone to double check where you could stream it and saw that you had two missed calls and a handful of texts from Bella. It wasn’t unusual for you and Bella to randomly message on your days off, but it was mostly just memes that you knew each other would enjoy so seeing the missed calls did make you a little worried.

The thought of Bella being by themself when they didnt feel good was like thinking of a puppy being left all alone in the rain. You didn’t have anything going for the rest of the night and you knew that they would most likely do the same for you, so it was a pretty easy decision to grab your keys and head over to Bella’s.

You stopped at Bella’s favorite restaurant and picked up some vegan chicken noodle soup and ice cream and knocked on their door ten minutes later. You heard the sound of soft footsteps scooting across the floor and when the door clicked open you saw Bella standing there cocooned in a cat blanket. They pulled you inside and immediately wrapped their arms around you.

“I’m so happy you’re here, I’ve been going insane just tossing and turning on the couch.” Bella tiredly exclaimed.

“Well I'm so honored that you trust me with your well being,” you commented as you pulled away and wrapped Bella back up in the blanket. Their nose was red and their eyes were soft and sleepy, one leg of their sweatpants was bunched up at the knee highlighting their mismatched socks and honestly you had never seen them look more adorable.

“Being sick always makes me so anxious and being all alone on top of it really doesn’t help,” Bella grumbled as they flopped face first back down on the couch.

“Well I am here to be a wonderful distraction and hopefully help you get some sleep,” you replied walking towards the kitchen, “how about we start with some food?” You glanced back to Bella on the couch and saw them stick a thumbs up in the air as you grabbed two bowls out of the cabinet.

An hour later you had managed to get Bella to eat most of their soup and had made them some tea which they were happily enjoying with you on the couch.

“It’s one of my favorites and it's the best to watch when you’re sick! It totally takes you out of the reality of your suffering,” you exclaimed, switching the tv on.

“Well if it's your favorite then how can I say no?” Bella cocked their head and smiled in your direction. A smile immediately broke across your face as you began to pull the movie up.

“I honestly don’t know how you have gone this far in life and never seen it,” you joked, “I mean, it kinda feels illegal at this point.”

“I expect you to tell me all the random facts about it so I get the whole experience,” Bella stated with a grin and gentle tap on your leg.

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, I got you Roo,” you assured them as they handed you over some of their blanket and the two of you

The movie was great, as always, but it was now forever changed in your heart because of Bella. Watching it with them had definitely become a core memory and just the image of Bella laughing and doing that stupid cute giggle into their sleeve was enough to make you feel warm for the rest of your life.

“That was so good!” Bella declared as they stretched out on the couch, laying their legs across your lap, “Thank you for talking some sense into me and making me watch it.”

“Anytime! I absolutely love turning people on to new things ”

“Oh yeah? You think you know any other new things you could turn me on to?” The soft and serious tone of Bella’s voice sunk into your skin and electrified your veins. You knew they had a tendency to be friendly and flirty with everyone, they tended to do it without even realizing they were, and despite the insecure feeling that had found its way to your stomach, you couldn’t give in, you wouldn’t. You had promised yourself that your time in Vancouver was going to be all about the job, nothing more. Bella was technically part of the job though and this thought was trying its best to take over your inhibitions. That perfect little smirk they were giving you was incredibly hard to ignore and you knew Bella was going to be trouble.

You quickly glanced at your phone and saw that it was just after midnight and took it as an opportunity to change the subject. You wanted nothing more than Bella to be cozied up by you but you also didn’t know if you could handle it for much longer. You felt a sense of sadness enter your heart, you hated self sabotage but if your past had taught you anything, you knew boundaries would be the only way for you both to remain unscathed.

“I think it’s almost time for you to get some sleep,” you gently suggested as you got up and took the dishes back to the kitchen, “we all need you getting better.” You added, and felt a little bit bad for ignoring Bella and their tricky whims.

“Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas,” Bella states while getting off the couch and tossed the blanket aside, “I think I’m going to jump in the shower real quick,” they switched on the light in the bathroom and closed the door slightly, “do you think you could grab me a towel and a change of clothes?” You heard Bella shout, their voice slightly muffled by the sound of the running water.

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath. They were good, they were really good.

After grabbing what comfy clothes you could find you paused outside the bathroom, taking a moment to enjoy Bella’s soft humming before knocking on the door.

“I’m leaving these on the counter for you Bella,”

“Thank you!” They sang out from behind the curtain.

You quietly shut the door behind you and walked back to the couch and began to tidy up for no real reason other than to distract you from what was behind that closed door. A few minutes later Bella emerged in their fresh pajamas and was towel drying their hair.

“You don’t have to do that,” Bella pointed at the little collection of items in your arms, “it’s the one good thing about being sick, no one expects you to have a tidy house,” they continued with a smile.

“Good point,” you laughed as you placed the items back down on the coffee table, “how was your shower? Feeling any better?” You asked, sitting back down on the couch.

“Shower was amazing, there’s nothing a little steam can’t make better,” they smiled at you, “I’m absolutely knackered though,” Bella yawned as they curled up with their head on your lap and you prayed that they didn’t notice how deeply you inhaled.

“Hey you think you could pour me the last of that medicine over there?” Bella pointed to the small side table next to you.

“Yeah of course,” you nodded and filled the tiny cup and carefully handed if off to Bella who propped themself up and tossed it back with a grimace, “fucking delicious,” they coughed a little and passed the cup back to you. “Well I hope it does the trick,” you said as Bella tucked themself back down and let out a little sigh.

“Have I mentioned how thankful I am that you came over? I know that it was probably super inconvenient but I’m happy you took care of my needy ass.”

“Your ass is always in good hands with me.” You felt Bella’s whole body gently shake with laughter and you immediately added, “oh my god, you know what I meant!” You tried your best to not make the flustered tone of your voice obvious, “ and besides, it was no problem, its what friends do.”

“You know you’re being super awkward with me right?” Bella stated after a brief moment of silence fell between you.

“No? What are you talking about?”

“It’s been all “Bella” this and “Bella” that and very polite and straightforward conversation. What? Am I not your Bella Roo anymore?” They looked up at you with the doeist of eyes.

“Oh yeah, it’s nothing. I dont know, im just tired too I guess.”

“Alright, if you say so…” Bella trailed off and you suddenly felt relieved that the conversation wouldn;t continue.

“Well, I’m going to call you Bean.” Bella’s voice broke the silence.

“Bean?” you inquired.

“Yeah, like an espresso bean because you tend to make my heart race…” they said as they shifted around and tucked their hand under your leg.

“Oh shit, like anxiety?!”

“Nahhh…. Not like that. It’s kinda like the opposite really…” they said with their eyes fully closed and you knew they were drifting fast.

“I think that medicine has definitely kicked in due to the nonsense coming out of your mouth.”

“Well then Maybe you could suggest something else my mouth could be doing?” Bella smiled softly and let out the tiniest of laughs before they surrendered to sleep.

You let out a sigh and let your head fall back against the couch cushion. Please just let that be the medicine talking. You really didnt need Bella actively adding to the complicated feelings that you found yourself getting harder to navigate. Hopefully, with a good nights rest, the whole nickname thing, which you actually found really adorable, would work its way out of Bella’s system, just like their cold. Your breathing quickly became one with Bella’s and your eyelids grew heavy.

The abrupt pitter patter of light rain on the windows caused you to stir awake and a brisk breeze danced across your skin from the cracked window. You somehow had curled yourself into the corner of the couch and Bella was fully draped across your lap with their arms wrapped around your waist. Even though you could only see the top of their head, Bella still managed to flutter up butterflies when you thought about how nice it was having them with you when you woke up. As you stretched you caught a glimpse of your watch and the brightness of 3:36 am seemed to burn into your eyes. You gently shifted Bella off of you in order to get up. You made sure to pull the blanket up around them and left them a note that said,

You placed the note next to Bella’s head on the pillow before slipping out of the front door. If you were lucky you would still be able to grab a couple hours of sleep before call, but you highly doubted that would be possible with the last few hours still reeling around in your head. However, the overthinking began on your short drive back to your apartment and man, did it know how to overtake your positivity. You were definitely just overthinking things with Bella and causing extra stress in your life that you did not need. Bella was just your friend, your coworker and most likely nothing else. Sometimes a nickname is just a friendly joke between two friends and feeling close to someone doesn't mean it would go any further than that. You had to laugh and you decided to make a promise to yourself that you would stop being so worried about every little thing Bella said and if there was some sort of double meaning to it. You told yourself to just enjoy the fact that someone as great as them seemed to like your presence. With that last thought, you arrived back at your place and crashed down on your couch as soon as you closed the door.

You were so incredibly happy when the overly chipper notes of your alarm found their way into your brain. Not because you wanted to wake up but because you would have definitely slept until noon without it. You stretched and sat up with a heaviness in your bones that made you want to say five more minutes please. Normally six in the morning wasn't an issue for you but this particular morning you wished it didn't have to exist. You dragged your feet to the bathroom, splashed cold water on your face and brushed your teeth. After fixing your hair and changing your clothes you checked your phone on the way out the door and saw a handful of notifications. Most were work emails about this week’s schedule changes, a group text from Pedro about his upcoming birthday party and a text from Bella, which you weren't expecting.

You made a mental note to eat nothing but oranges for the rest of the day and smiled knowing that if you did get sick that it was definitely worth it on your end too.

Minutes seemed to last for hours and when the AD finally called it for lunch you practically ran to the nearest table. Soon enough Pedro and some others joined you and quickly lost themselves to their phones and music. You thought they had the right idea and decided you should see how Bella was doing. Soon the buzzing from your phone was near constant as the conversation between you and Bella continued on. Pedro looked up from the game he was playing on his phone and must have noticed your smiles and muffled laughter.

“All this happiness radiating from you doesn't have anything to do with a certain little doe eyed brunette does it?” he asked.

"I'm just checking on Bells. I want to make sure that they got enough sleep. We finally went to bed at like 2am last night..." You stopped mid sentence once you realized you might have revealed a bit too much information.

"Oh ok, I see, let me get this straight. You stayed up all night despite a 7 am call time...for Bella?...Oh man, you’ve got it so bad."

"What?!... No, I just... I was just trying to be nice and helpful..." You could feel yourself getting flustered at Pedro's not totally incorrect observation. "Besides, I kinda feel like it was part of my job, you know, as "shepard" to the cast ..." you said, clearing your throat and fidgeting with your phone case.

Pedro just crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair smirking, “Yeah right." The bemusement in his voice let you know he was enjoying watching you dig your grave deeper. There was something so trusting about Pedro though that you found your words just tumbled out the longer he stared at you with that comforting expression.

"Ughhhh. Ok. I mean, you know what Bella is capable of! Its like, your just minding your own business and then, just, one day, out of nowhere they have managed to totally worm their stupid beautiful fucking face into every crevace of your brain… and it’s just, ahhh you know?! And you just let them do it over and over again, because honestly you feel so fucking special and you know your life won’t ever be the same now that they’re in it…”

"Oh I get it. I've never met anyone like Bella. You both are lucky to have found each other cuz you’re actually kinda perfect for each other.”

"Wait, what?”

"You know Bella talks about you all the time, kid. Granted, they do try to hide it from me too, which I think is stinkin' adorable by the way, but I wouldn't underestimate the power you have on their brain either."

"No, no, no, no I'm positive they’re just being nice to me. You know how Bella is super friendly and accidentally flirts with everyone. They just can't help it, it's a Libra thing.”

"I'm being totally serious when I say Bella is only that way with you. You don't tend to see them with other people the way I do. Yeah They’re friendly, obviously, and maybe they even “accidentally flirt”sometimes but Bella tends to keep to themself whenever possible. You definitely light them up."

You really had not been expecting those particular words to come together and form the sentences that had come out of Pedro’s mouth and you were kind of in shock. You had spent so much time trying to convince yourself of the opposite that you hadn’t really stopped to imagine that something more with Bella could be an actual possibility from their end. You placed your phone down and tried to hide your growing smile with your hand but there was no use, it was beaming through your fingers and it made Pedro chuckle loudly from his seat.

“So I guess this is good news?” He boasted

“Yeah,” you said slowly, still trying to process this new part of your reality, “but now I don’t know what to do! I feel like I will never be able to look them in the eye again with this knowledge…”

“Relax, you’ll be fine. Just keep being you. Just do what you were doing before this moment because whatever it was clearly worked.”

“But I have no idea what I did!” You had to laugh and bury your face into your arms on the table, “plus I have this really annoying habit of completely overthinking and that tends to fuck up almost everything.” You mumbled and continued to hide your face.

“I understand, but the ball’s kinda in your court now kid, it’s up to you to make the next move. And I can promise you from experience that you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

“That’s always solid advice, but why sports in my time of mental need?”

“A game I’ve got going on with Craig,” he said as he added a tally to a piece of paper he had tucked in this phone case, “but in all seriousness, try not to freak yourself out about this. It’s a good thing. And I think you two have a really good chance at something earth shattering.”

“Well shit, that’s a pretty big statement.”

“Well I just call ‘‘em like I see ‘em,” Pedro said as he stood up, “and I like to think that I got the ball rolling.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed when he pulled his tally paper out again and waved bye with a smile and a wink.

“Bye P! Thank you for telling me the best and the scariest thing I’ve ever heard!” You exclaimed as he began to walk back to set.

“Anytime!” He shouted back as he disappeared around some trailers.

The next day started out cold and gloomy, not quite letting on to what beautiful things were about to happen. Bella came into work the next day and you were happy that they were feeling so much better.

“Hey look at you Roo, you look so much better!!” you happily smiled as Bella bounded down the trailer steps.

“I feel fucking amazing Bean! Must have been this really great nurse I had.” Bella jumped into your arms and nearly knocked you to the ground with their energy.

It felt like your heart was slowly making its way up to your throat at the sound of Bella calling you by your nickname.. It made you wonder if the sight of you was causing their heart to race. You quickly shooed the thought out of your brain, you were going to take Pedro’s advice and not overthink your interactions with Bella. You were just going to let whatever was going to happen, happen. No need to over complicate things but just enjoy the moments. You both pulled away from the hug but Bella’s fingers slid down your arms and lingered on the cuffs of your sweatshirt and played with the fraying edges. They remained looking down at their hands for a moment or two before they glanced up and looked you in the eyes.

“Go out with me.”

“Ah..I’m - what?” You stammered, taken aback by Bella’s boldness.

“Go out with me,” they said again, smiling.

Time seemed to stand still and all you could do was stand there totally frozen. Your heart and your brain were pulling you in two different directions and you could feel the panic begin to bubble in your chest. You opened your mouth not knowing which was going to win, the smart choice or the right choice but when the verbal vomit began to spew out you knew there was no way to stop it.

“I don't know if that would be a good idea Bella,” you began, “what would people think? I mean we work together, directly and it would be like weird? wouldn't it? And then there is like all the stress and pressure and if things go bad it would be really awkward and I really really like what we -” You were cut off by the sensation of Bella’s fingers becoming intertwined with yours and them taking a small step towards you.

"All I need is just one date." The hushed yet optimistic tone of their voice mixed with the fact that they were biting their bottom lip was causing World War III between your neurons.

"Oh, so you think you can change my mind with one date?" you whispered back, doing your best to play along with their coyness.

"Absolutely." Bella stated so confidently that it caused a soft sigh to escape your lips.

“Oh who am I kidding,” you said with a slight roll of your eyes and a smile, “Obviously I’ll go out with you.”

“Ok, good!” Bella happily replied, their smile radiating warmth that radiated the chilly air around you both.

“So what did you want to do?”, you asked, still floating at the fact that this conversation was actually happening.

“Just be in front of your building Saturday at 1:00,” Bella said with a mysterious air to their voice as they slowly let go of your hands.

You felt terrified and thrilled all at the same time, like you were standing on the edge of something and wanted so badly to jump. You barely noticed the buzz of the crew around or Pedro bounding up to welcome Bella back. As the two of them headed over to the makeup trailer, he glanced back at you with a warm, encouraging nod. The surrealness of it all hit you again, like, what even was this day? Everything felt heightened and electric, like the whole universe was holding its breath right along with you.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Ooh they were right about fruit and vegetables and exercise and sunshine. It fixes you.

[broke-on-books]

😍😍😍

[phantomrose96]

Okay I have a story.

So my birthday is this Sunday (May 26th). My mom ordered some presents for me but one of them (an Etsy purchase) was seemingly stuck in transit and might not make it on time. I tell my mom all good, no worries. She gets in contact with the seller. After a long delay in response they get back with "Right we'll fix it!" It ships, tracking label and everything, good to go! ETA May 22nd (yesterday.)

During the work day I check the tracking and it says it's been delivered in/at mailbox! I double check with my mom "hey, is it mailbox size?" because if not, I don't want it sitting at the front door where anyone walking by could snag it.

She says "it's definitely NOT mailbox size." Okay. I text my neighbors in the building "Anyone seen a package delivered? It's a birthday gift from my mom and I wanna make sure it gets inside!" Success! Floor 2 David (not to be confused with Floor 1 David) had brought it inside. Inform my mom. All good!

I stop by home briefly around 4pm, because yesterday was hot-hot and I just installed my window A/C that morning in the living room, and according to my cat cam my stupid cat hasn't spent a single second in the climate controlled living room and is, instead, voluntarily baking herself elsewhere so I'm like "great" and hop on my bike to go home (10 minute ride) to check on her.

I get in the building door. Patches is crying from the top floor because she heard me. I maneuver my bike in the front hall. The ugliest fucking 6-foot-tall cat tree(?)/totem(?)/statue(?) I've seen in my entire life is just. Standing there.

My first thought is "What the fuck is that." My second thought is "Oh fuck that is for me." I look around at the floor in case there's perhaps anything else that might, in fact, be the gift.

No. Me and Cat Pole.

It's taller than me. I turn it around to face me and its face is painted and this is, in fact, uglier than it looked from the back.

Um.

Patches is crying. So I just haul it up to my level. MAYBE it was supposed to come with twine that I wrap around it (and hide its face from the world) for Patches to scratch. Maybe this is a prank. Maybe this is an inside joke, because when my mom moved into her current house the neighborhood gifted her some ugly-as-hell totem that apparently, by tradition, each newest-comer to the neighborhood is required to have and display in their window so maybe this is a very good riff on that.

Patches rubs against it. She's not afraid of this horrid facsimile of her kind.

Great.

Meanwhile SHE'S fine and the condo is a little toasty but totally liveable so I'm like "Good, cool, you're not baking. You're having a good time. Enjoy your new sister, I guess, I'll see you later."

I go back to work because this is a problem for later me.

After work, after my run, after whatever, I get home and it's like 8:00pm and Patches is so happy to see me and the totem pole is still just. There.

I text my friends like "so a bday gift is here from my mom and it's the Biggest Ugliest cat pole I've seen in my life. Is this a bit? Did my mom go 'that's so ugly haha! send!' Maybe she genuinely found it cute. How do I navigate this." My friend Sarah has the good advice to maybe text my mom neutrally like "Got the cat pole!" and feel the waters whether my mom is like "Isn't it ugly? 😂" or "Hope Patches likes it! 🥰"

My mom goes to bed early so I don't do any of that yet. Problem for tomorrow me.

This morning, Patches wakes me up for breakfast. I get her situated and I'm staring at the fucking Cat Pole again. I wonder if my Mom's been wondering all night what I thought of it.

I take a picture. I text her.

Okay.

I get on call with my mom. I ask for clarity that the ungodly horrid thing is NOT my birthday gift and is in fact a mix-up from the seller who sent me this instead of my actual gift. She's wheezing between words. She thinks I'm being too charitable for the amount of Absolute Fucking Ugly this is. I have to gently talk her out of using the word "monstrosity" while messaging the seller asking what the hell happened here.

I tell her I need to apologize for harming her dignity with Floor 2 David, who thinks this fucking thing is my mom's idea of a great birthday gift for her to-be-28-year-old daughter.

My heart goes out to the poor soul who did actually order this cat totem and is lacking it on this lovely day.

[bluelockmaniac]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞... 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭?!"

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, isagi yoichi, barou shoei x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ synopsis. surprising your bllk husbands with creative pregnancy reveals!

content warning. fem, wife!reader. suggestive (pull-out game, baby fever, etc). pet names. teeny tiny bit of angst in kaiser's part. twins. nagi feigning ignorance. lots of kisses because yeah. 4.5k wc!

notes. heavily inspired by peachy pregnancy reveal videos on yt!

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

you had never fought so hard to contain laughter in your life. 

it was a quiet afternoon, and you were resting on your bed when sae suddenly barged into your shared bedroom, looking slightly confused.

his brows were furrowed, and his lips were slightly parted. he had just finished taking a shower, water droplets dripping down his skin, and a towel hung loosely around his waist. 

but what really caught your attention was the pile of clothes draped over the bend of his elbow. clothes that you had instantly recognized.

“tsk,” he clicked his tongue in irritation, tossing the garments onto the mattress one by one. “the dumbass dryer shrunk my clothes.”

now laying on the bed were three tiny white shirts, a pair of tiny running shorts, and most importantly an identical replica of his football uniform, complete with sae’s name printed on the back. each piece looked unmistakably his, just tiny.

but little did he know that you had swapped his freshly dried clothes with their baby-sized counterparts while he was in the shower.

the uniform had taken the most effort as you had to customize and order it online rather than simply purchasing it in store, but the results were definitely worth it.

you pressed a hand to your mouth, a soft laugh escaping despite your best efforts to appear innocent. though it was a completely natural reaction for this situation, you doubt he’d find it suspicious. 

“that’s the first time that’s ever happened, right?” you crawled closer to inspect the small jersey. you held it up for sae to see, beaming at him. “but it’s so cute! don’t you think so too?”

sae glanced at your sparkling eyes, and rolled his eyes. he turned toward his dresser, shaking his head slightly. “it’s cute. give it to some fan at my next game.”

like hell you would. you hugged your knees as you eagerly watched him reach for his calvin klein boxers. he could feel your stare burning a hole through his head and turned to you with a raised brow.

“what? you that excited to watch me strip, mi cariño?”

you grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “yeah, i am. keep going, you’re doing great so far.”

sae sighed but you could see the tiny smile that was ghosting his lips. he pulled on his boxers, until he suddenly froze, his fingers stilling on the waistband of the undergarment. your smile widened.

his gaze darted between the tiny clothes on the bed and the neatly folded ones– his clothes– you had placed on his dresser.

“love.” he said quietly. he walked over to the bed, eyes locked onto yours as he climbed over you. he gently pushed you until your back met the mattress, his frame hovering over you.

“are you pregnant?”

you giggled. “maybe.”

his teal eyes narrowed slightly. he reached up and pinched your cheek. “answer properly. i asked, are you pregnant?”

a breathy laugh slipped past your lips as you nodded. “i am.”

for a split second, he just stared at you, dead silent. then, he let out a soft grunt, muttering under his breath.

“knew something was off. you’ve been acting weird.”

you snorted, “excuse me?”

he tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking at the corners. “didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

he leaned down. he kissed your forehead first, then the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. when he pulled away, there was a subtle smirk on his lips.

“my pull-out game was shit.”

you laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his damp, reddish hair, your voice smug. “i don’t blame you. i just feel way too good.”

his smirk twitched as he flicked your forehead lightly. “don’t get too cocky or i might just have to plant baby number two.”

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“sir,” the police officer began professionally as he approached rin’s car parked in the public lot, tapping on the driver’s window. 

rin paused his conversation with you, casting a side-glance at the cop. he raised a brow before rolling down the window. “what?” he asked bluntly.

the officer leaned a little against the window frame, nodding his head respectfully. “i’m going to have you stop here. you have a child in the vehicle with no child seat.”

rin stared at the man like he was an idiot, then slowly turned to look at you, scoffing in disbelief. “get a load of this guy.” he muttered. you bit your bottom lip hard to suppress your laughter, fingers tightening around the purse in your lap.

turning his head back to the officer, rin narrowed his eyes. “are you a dunce? does it look like there’s a child in the backseat?” rin asked him with annoyance. “seems like they purposely hire lukewarm idiots who lack proper qualifications. you’re not fit for this job.”

“sir, i need you to calm down. it’s simply protocol. i’ll have to fine you.”

as your husband continued arguing with the poor officer who was actually only carrying out his part of your arrangement, you quietly retrieved the positive pregnancy test out of your purse. a warm smile graced your lips.

the officer, who was busy distracting rin, caught your movement and tried to mask the smirk that was threatening to appear. he played along, “ma’am, are you positive about this?”

that seemed to set rin completely off. “do you need to enter the car to see for yourself, you dumbass cop? i told you, there is no fucking child in this ca–”

“actually,” you interrupted sweetly, “we do have a child in the car with no child seat.”

as soon as he heard your voice, he stopped mid-sentence. rin turned to face you, only to find a pregnancy test held up in your hand, two pink lines etched clearly. his teal eyes flitted back and forth between your smiling face and the test, blinking slowly in realization.

“... you’re not joking, are you?”

you laughed softly as you shook your head. “no, rinnie. i’m pregnant.”

he stared at the pink lines for a while longer, then muttered something under his breath and reached to roll the windows up, shutting out the content cop with a glare. you shot him a quick nod of thanks through the glass before rin turned fully to face you. 

he already knew you’d be a perfect mother with the way you naturally loved and cared for him. as for him? it’ll take him some time to figure out this whole parenting thing.

“didn’t think you could surprise me anymore.” he muttered, threading his hand through his dark green hair as he leaned back against the headrest.

“i think you’ll be just fine,” you murmured softly as you leaned in and gently pried his hands away from his face, your eyes locking onto his teal ones. “but you better be nice to me, baby. i’m going to be extra sensitive from now on, you hear me?”

his brows furrowed slightly before he took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. “after you set this whole thing up with a cop– a male, no less? yeah, i don’t think so.”

“oh?” you teased, giving him a lopsided grin as you leaned closer. “is the great itoshi rin actually jealous? hm. it looks good on you.”

rin scoffed, but his grip on your chin loosened. “you’re my wife. mine. not his.”

you laughed gently as you took his hand and slipped it under your shirt, guiding it to your stomach. “you don’t have to remind me. i never forgot.”

his gaze softened as he felt the slight swell of your stomach, where the child he (unintentionally) created with you was beginning to grow. he looked at you calmly before resting his hand on the small of your back, drawing you in. rin’s lips ghosted over yours teasingly, but never actually meeting.

you huffed. “you’re a cruel man.”

a rare smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, then leaned away. silently, he reached across and buckled your seatbelt for you, probably his attempt at being a gentleman. he didn’t meet your eyes, but you could practically hear the smile in his words.

“let’s go home quickly,” rin said as he started the car. “we need to take advantage of the time we have left before you’re too far along.”

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

it was christmas. coincidentally, kaiser's birthday as well. 

the two of you had just finished eating together, and now you were lounging on the couch, sitting comfortably on his thigh with his arm lazily draped around your waist. there were many gift bags of different sizes scattered on the fuzzy carpet– a couple big ones, a few medium-sized, and a particularly small one.

kaiser scanned the pile, his crystal blue eyes glinting as he turned to you with a smirk on his face. “hmm, you like me that much, meine liebe?”

you met his teasing stare with silence, then gently cupped his face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. you’ve come to learn that this method always catches him off guard, and as you expected, it did just that this time as well. his eyes widened slightly just slightly before his lashes fluttered shut. 

“ah.”

“i do,” you murmured against his lips, your voice airy. you pulled away with a content smile. “now hurry up and open them. i'm excited to see your reaction.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, fingers toying with the sleeve of his warm sweater.

kaiser reached for the first bag, tearing through the wrapping carelessly. “a pair of cleats, huh?” he raised a brow, looking at you with an unimpressed, mocking expression. “didn't need them. my cleats are brand new.”

your brows knitted together. “i didn’t get them because you needed them. got them because you suck at choosing anything that isn’t boring.”

“oh, you wound me,” he pinched your waist playfully before rubbing the spot soothingly. “i was just joking, liebe. promise.”

for the next half-hour, he continued opening the gift bags. brand new sunglasses, a watch, new cologne, a mirror since he loves admiring himself, and things of the sort. each gift was met with some sarcastic remark, but there was always a gentle touch here and an appreciative touch there.

then– 

“micha.” you tapped his shoulder, pointing at the relatively tiny bag sitting on the carpet near his feet. “you missed that one.”

his brow arched. he picked it up and placed it on your lap since your legs were swung over his. “didn’t see it. it’s so tiny.” he inspected it for a second before slipping his hand inside. he side-eyed you, chuckling. “why does such a tiny bag have so much wrapping anyway?”

you hummed, pressing a kiss to his neck before nestling your head back against his shoulder. “mm. dunno. maybe this one’s important.”

he pulled something out. and froze. 

you could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he slowly flipped the pregnancy test over in his hand. and there it was. two vertical pink lines.

positive.

an awkward silence stretched between you two. you let out a soft huff, gazing at him lovingly as you watched his reaction.

he didn’t say a single word for what felt like eternity. then, he turned to look at you. “are you serious?” his voice lacked his usual teasing.

“yes.”

“are you actually serious?” he repeated.

you laughed. “i’m positive. literally.”

“holy fuck.”

kaiser inhaled sharply, exhaling through his nose as he put a hand on his forehead and slumped back against the couch. he tugged you with him until you were sprawled against his chest. still, he didn’t speak. 

again, there was silence as you pulled a warm blanket over both of you and snuggled closer. you sighed blissfully against him, until something wet landed on your cheek. 

you blinked.

tilting your head, you tried to get a better look at him. but your eyes just widened.

“micha? … baby? … michael?” your voice softened, “my love, are you crying?”

you had never seen him like this before. the usual cocky arrogance completely gone, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to compose himself. then, without a word, he cupped the back of your neck and pulled you back into him to cover his face. his arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips pressed firmly against the top of your head in a long kiss.

“tch, stupid. of course not.” he murmured against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent. “our kid’s gonna have your smile. i already know it. and i’m screwed because that’s going to kill me everytime.”

and as he felt your arms tighten around his waist, he’d already decided he was going to be a better father for his child than his dad ever was for him.

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

“sei, come onnn!” you whined, tugging insistently at your husband’s arm in an attempt to pry him away from his gaming chair. it proved to be ineffective as his eyes remained glued to the sniper game on his screen.

but the second you tugged just a tiny bit harsher, you threw off his aim, causing him to get shot by the enemy. 

“ah, shit,” he muttered as the ‘game over’ screen flashed before him, his broad shoulders sagging slightly. you felt bad, but only for a split second, so you quickly shook those feelings away— you had something important to reveal after all.

seishiro took off his headset with a dramatic huff, then swiveled his gaming chair to face you. his massive arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close until his face was buried against your stomach. “what is it, pretty?” he sighed into your shirt.

you grinned. “i need to show you something real quick.”

you didn’t give him a chance to protest, practically dragging his lazy frame out of the chair and toward the kitchen, with him following sluggishly behind you.

when you finally stopped, he glanced around, confused. “there’s nothing new…?”

you laughed and pointed at the oven. “open it.”

his brow arched with slight suspicion, but he did as you asked, crouching down and pulling the oven door open. he reached and grabbed the singular item sitting alone on the rack—

“a bun?” he questioned, his white brows knitting together as he stood back up. he seemed almost disappointed and you could only guess he assumed you had prepared him some lavish meal. but hey, you had already figured he’d be a bit slow and would need some extra help.

you bit back a giggle and leaned against the kitchen counter, a smile gracing your lips. “think about it, baby.” you encouraged, “could you tell me what you just found?”

it was almost cute how he was eyeing the bread roll that seemed almost miniscule between his fingers. “i found a bun… in the oven.” he repeated slowly. you watched as his droopy, half-lidded eyes went wide in what you thought was realization, until his lips parted again. 

“did we run out of food?”

you smacked your forehead. “are you dense?” you placed your hands on your hips and let out a semi-annoyed sigh. “it’s an expression people say when—”

you were suddenly cut off when he bent down, grabbed the hem of your shirt, and lifted it just enough to place a tender kiss on your bare stomach. “i know,” he murmured against the soft skin, and you could feel his lips curling into a slight smile. 

your breath hitched, warmth rushing to your cheeks as he straightened himself up and tangled his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

“sei…” you whispered, raking your fingers through his snowy-white hair, still a bit caught off guard. perhaps he wasn’t as dense as he seemed. then, you shivered when his cold palm slid under your shirt and rested against your stomach. he quietly chuckled at your reaction, leaning down until his lips grazed your ear.

“i was actually suffering terribly from baby fever, so i’m glad i didn’t pull out.”

your mind short-circuited as you gawked up at him with widened eyes, but he only gently patted your head with a lazy smile. 

geez. what had gotten into him?!

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

reo had just pulled into the driveway of his mansion after treating you to an extravagant dinner at a five-star restaurant, your first date with him in quite a while. he patted your thigh affectionately as he turned off his rolls royce, but to his surprise, you simply unbuckled your seatbelt and stayed seated, your hands moving to dig through your purse.

his eyes flicked to you and his lips curved into his signature smile. he figured you were just waiting for him to open the car door for you, the usual princess treatment he was all too familiar with. “right. being away in england for so long made me forget how much my wife loves getting spoiled.”

but before he could make a move to exit the car, your fingers gripped onto his suit, pulling him gently back to his seat. he looked slightly startled, and glanced back at your giddy face with a raised brow. his gaze dropped to the small, silver card in your hand.

“what’s this, baby?” he asked, turning his body towards you.

“a custom-made scratch-off card,” you replied, handing it over to him. “just scratch it.”

your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you watched him flipping the card over, examining it, before fishing out a coin from the cup holder.

“if that’s what you want, princess,” he teased, “though if it’s a lottery ticket, you should know i’m not exactly lacking in that department.” 

reo hummed as he started scraping at the surface. you bit your lip excitedly as the first bit of silvery dust flaked off, the image underneath beginning to reveal itself. his movements slowed, and his amethyst eyes widened as the layer was completely removed.

the sonogram appeared. 

reo’s fingers tightened around the card, a breathless laugh escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. a grin stretched across his lips, looking at you in awe.

you were unable to hold in your breath any longer. you let out a laugh, tilting your head to look at him from a better angle. “well, reo?”

“i’m going to be a father?”

��what does the sonogram say?”

he chuckled lightly, running a hand through his purple hair as he let the card fall into his lap. “how long have you known?”

“since you left for england,” you said as you shifted happily in your seat.

he reached over, cupping your nape as he pulled you into a slow kiss. relief washed over you so quickly it made your head spin.

he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours as his hand trailed down to your stomach. “i wonder if it’ll be a girl or boy,” he murmured.

“could be both, actually.” you cut in, and he looked at you strangely.

“what do you mean?”

you grinned, gently brushing his jaw as you leaned back against your seat. “check the sonogram again.”

reo raised a brow, his curiosity piqued as he took the card back into his hand to inspect it. before long, his eyes widened comically as he saw a second fetus in the ultrasound.

“are you serious? we’re having twins?”

you laughed softly as you laced your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “that’s riiight. prepare to spoil me tenfold, reo. you’re going to be feeding three people in one body now.”

his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours once again in a sweet kiss, still dazed by the realization that he’s going to be a father to not one, but two children. “... there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“good,” you whispered, smiling as you kissed the tip of his nose before leaning back into your seat. “start by opening the car door for your pregnant wife.”

“yeah, yeah. anything for my spoiled princess.” he replied with an excited grin, finally exiting the royce. needless to say, you were not going to lift a single finger during this pregnancy.

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

“b-baby, slow down!” isagi gasped as you shoved him towards the bedroom, kicking the door open and dragging him inside.

“on the bed, yoichi!” you ordered him with a grin on your face, watching with satisfaction as he reluctantly sat down on the edge of the mattress. he sighed with fondness, watching as you clumsily rummaged through the closet, before finally pulling out a blue shirt.

you walked over, placing the shirt face down on the bed to keep the words hidden. then, with no warning, you pushed his thighs apart, placing yourself between his legs as you reached for the hem of his shirt.

isagi raised an eyebrow, already amused. there’s nothing that should surprise him anymore with you, but somehow you prove him wrong every single time.

“are you trying to seduce me?” he smiled, lifting his arms with no resistance, allowing you to pull his shirt over his head.

you playfully smacked his chest. “trying? i already did, yo. you made it too easy.”

he rolled his eyes as his cheeks tinted a light pink. “whatever… you’re too cute.”

“close your eyes. no peeking while i’m putting this on you,” you said, grabbing the shirt off the bed. isagi’s eyes closed obediently, and he felt the fabric tighten around his torso as you slipped the shirt over his head.

“woww, you didn’t even get my size right,” he joked, opening his eyes but not looking down.

you whistled softly, letting your hand wander over your husband’s chest. “i know your size, but you just look hotter with a tight shirt.”

your fingers encircled isagi’s wrist as you dragged him across the room, excitedly positioning him in front of the tall mirror in the corner. “okay! read the shirt!”

he blinked, confused at first, then turned his gaze to the mirror, squinting his eyes as if that would help him decipher the reversed letters.

“be… nice to me… I’m going… to be a… fa…ther…?” 

he froze, the last word catching in his throat. his blue eyes snapped to you, wide and stunned. “i’m gonna be a father?? you’re pregnant? actually?”

you smiled and buried yourself in his arms, your fingers mindlessly tracing the letters on his shirt. “i’ve taken three tests. all positive.”

before you could say anything else, he hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into the air, his forearm supporting your ass and his other hand on your waist.

“god, i love you so much,” he laughed breathlessly, “give me a kiss.”

still laughing, you cupped his face and gave him a sweet peck on his lips.

“another one,”

you leaned in, pecking his lips a second time.

“that’s not enough,”

“you lovesick idiot,” you sighed, smiling helplessly. you leaned in again, but this time, he met you halfway. his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place as he kissed you deeply. the gasp you let out was quickly swallowed by his lips.

he set you down as if he had not just stolen your breath away, patting your head affectionately.

“thank you, my love.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐈

it should have been a normal day. barou should have followed his usual routine– wake up before sunrise, gel his hair, take a shower, and leave for his daily hardcore strength training.

but today was different. at exactly 5:12 a.m, barou opened his eyes with a low grunt and propped himself up with one elbow. instinctively, he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead like he always did, only to stop once he was met with your wide eyes staring directly at him.

he scowled. “the hell are you lookin’ at me like that for?” 

he tried to blink his morning irritation away, then dragged a hand down his face before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “why are you awake?” his low voice was even more hoarse from sleep.

you groaned softly before scooting closer and snuggling against his bare, muscular chest. he let out a soft grunt, though his arm automatically wrapped around your waist.

“shoei… i’m hungry,” you mumbled into his skin.

“tch,” he clicked his tongue, pulling back slightly to look at you. “what, you want pudding? eggs? i’ll make something. i was getting up anyway.”

he rolled over and switched on the bedside lamp with a sigh, squinting to see you better.

but you shook your head and leaned forward, resting your chin on his shoulder with that sweet look he hated to admit always worked on him. “no… i really want pickle-flavoured ice cream. or a lotus biscuit with mayo on top…”

barou made a face. blinking at you judgmentally once, twice, and a third time before he placed a big palm on your abdomen and gently pushed you back onto the mattress.

“you’ve lost your mind,” he shrugged, tugging the blanket over you. he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “go to sleep. you’re talkin’ nonsense.”

but you whined, tugging at his sturdy arm. sparkly eyes looking up at him. “i’m serious, shoei… i really, really want them…”

barou narrowed his eyes. “why would you want to eat that garbage?”

“please?” you batted your lashes, “for your beautiful wife?”

he sighed, standing up begrudgingly as he scratched the back of his neck. “god, you’re annoying…”

your eyes lit up, and before he could turn away, you got up and wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “thank you!”

barou rolled his eyes and grabbed your cheeks between his fingers, squeezing them gently. “you’re a weird woman. suddenly craving crap combinations.”

you buried your face in his chest, nodding with a sheepish laugh.

he snorted, “what are you, pregnant or somethin’?”

as soon as he said what was intended to be a joke, you both froze. right… questionable cravings were a symptom of pregnancy.

“aha… y-you think?” you asked, laughing awkwardly. your eyes widen suddenly. “shit, my period is a few days late…”

his large hand silently found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “stay here. i’ll deal with the food,” he muttered. “and you’re takin’ a damn test after.”

you blinked. “what about practice?”

he didn’t look at you as he walked to the door.

“skipping. you always come first.”

—

“oi,” you heard barou’s voice from the other side of the bathroom door. followed by a light knock. “you okay? you’ve been in there for thirteen minutes.”

you opened the door slowly. he was standing there with his arms crossed, shirtless, with a towel around his neck. he looked at you with his usual stoic face. “well?”

you held out the positive pregnancy test with a meek smile playing on your lips. barou glanced at the stick, staring at the pink lines.

“...huh. guess this thing’s my fault.”

you let out a soft laugh, sniffling slightly. he pulled you in until your forehead bumped against his bare chest. his grip was gentle despite how rough his hands were. “we’re having a kid,” he muttered into your hair.

you smiled up at him, twinkly eyes, and his hand shot up to wipe away at the tears you didn’t know were falling. “don’t cry. i’ve dealt with two younger sisters.”

“i can take care of you.”

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[starfruitii]

cws & notes. fluff. post-timeskip. iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader, + special guest appearances from the seijoh 4 because i love them. 800+ words.

“Wait. Wait a second.” Oikawa squints at you, then at Iwaizumi, then back at you again. “Something's different.”

“First time we see you in almost a year, and you're already acting weird.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, pulling out two chairs for you both to sit down. “Nothing's different.”

“Glad to see leaving Japan hasn't changed you, Oikawa.” You chime in, sliding into your seat. It was a nice little cafe, not too crowded, but not empty either. The table Oikawa had chosen was tucked away in the back, right by a window overlooking the street, giving you a perfect opportunity to watch the people walking by.

“No.... no, something is definitely off.” Oikawa looks over to the other two occupied seats, searching for some sort of agreement from his companions. “You two see it, don't you? Something has definitely changed since our last meet-up.”

“Our last meet-up was last September. I think it would be weirder if we hadn't changed a little since then,” Matsukawa laughs, waving him off. “I mean, look at Makki's haircut.”

Hanamaki looks thoughtful for a moment, nodding at Oikawa. “Nah, I think he's got a point. You two seem a little—Wait, what do you mean? What's wrong with my hair, asshole?”

“Hey, I didn't say it was bad! Just... different.”

“So, different in a good way?”

“Uh... sure, if that's what you want to go with.”

“You—”

“This isn't about Makki's hair!” Oikawa interrupts, pointing an accusing finger towards Iwaizumi. He looks up from the menu in his hands, glaring back at Oikawa. “It's about them. Something happened between you two, didn't it?”

“Maybe they got engaged.” Hanamaki suggests.

“They have to be dating before they get engaged.” Matsukawa pauses, realization on his face. “Wait, is that it? Did you guys actually start dating? Do I owe Makki ¥2000?”

“You're all imagining things.” Iwaizumi says bluntly. “Now, are we going to order or not?”

Oikawa's suspicion doesn't waver, but the mention of food distracts him enough to begrudgingly let the topic go. He waves over a waitress, ordering drinks and snacks for the whole table. Once she is gone, the conversation shifts to Matsukawa's work, then Hanamaki's lack of work, then everything Oikawa has been up to in Argentina.

Throughout the visit, you sit back and relax, chiming in with your own anecdotes and comments every now and then. For the most part, you keep quiet, content with listening to your friends as they catch up. Ever since graduation, when you all went your separate ways, reunions with all five of you were few and far between, so you were just happy to be together once again.

You barely notice the time passing at all, until Oikawa is five-minutes deep into a rant about his new team. Iwaizumi looks at his watch and balks, standing up from his seat.

“It's already five.” He says, cutting off Oikawa's voice. “I gotta get going soon.”

“Me too,” You sigh.

“Already?” Matsukawa groans.

“Both of you?” Hanamaki asks, raising an eyebrow. “You have plans you'd like to share?”

“He's my ride home.” You shrug, gathering up your things. “It was great seeing you guys though. We'll have to hang out again when you're all free.”

After your goodbyes, the two of you leave the cafe and walk the short distance to Iwaizumi's car. Once you're alone, you settle into a comfortable silence, accompanied by the quiet sounds of the city in the background. Without your friends' scrutinizing gaze, Iwaizumi walks a little closer to you, until your shoulders lightly brush. The slight touch sends a shiver down your spine, but you make no effort to move away.

“So, Oikawa seems to think something is up.” You say casually, watching Iwaizumi frown at the mention of his friend.

“He can think whatever he wants to think.” He rolls his eyes, holding open the side door of his car. “We don't owe him anything.”

“We do have to tell them at some point, don't we?” You continue, as you climbed into the passenger seat. “You of all people should know he's not going to shut up about it until we do.”

“Of course I know that.” Iwaizumi grumbled, as soon as he was sat in his own seat.

“So...?”

“So what?” He adjusts his mirrors, glancing over at you.

“Is he right?” There's a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. It's clear you find it much more amusing than he does. You lean closer, whispering the words like they're a grand secret. “Is something different, Hajime?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head a little, but can't hide the small smirk on his face. His hand reaches out to grasp your chin, tilting your face upwards so he can press a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. As he leans back, there's a light pink dusting his cheeks. “I don't know. Has something changed?”

You laugh lightly, savouring the taste of his lips on your own. “Nope. Nothing at all.”

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[gojonanami]

❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ! ❞

❝ SATORU GOJO KNOWS JUST HOW TO KEEP YOU COOL DURING A HEATWAVE - WITH HIS D!CK !! ❞

✧ pairing: satoru gojo x reader

✧ summary: it’s a heatwave in tokyo and who better to spend it with than satoru, who has an interesting idea of how to pass the time — fucking the heat away.

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, porn some plot, best friends to lovers, tiny bit of angst about suguru, inappropriate uses of popsicles, fucking in the heat, ice play, sex (p in v), oral (f!receiving), fingering (f! receiving), cum eating, cum fucking, pussy drunk satoru, implied multiple rounds, fanart by @ / umbra3terna on twt / tumblr (pls go follow htem, they are so talented)

✧ w/c: 7,161

“It’s so fucking hot,”

“Then let’s fuck to cool off.”

What? 

You stared at the strongest sorcerer, his face flushed red, heat clinging to his cheeks, white locks blowing in the cool breeze of the fan, his shirt lifted up to cool him or maybe to tempt you, his melting popsicle dripping onto his burning skin — and your eyes flicked to the blue liquid slipping down his abs, then back to his face. 

The low buzz of the fan filled the silence between the two of you as you stared at him, “what?” The question slipping from your mind out your lips. 

Satoru Gojo had far too many outrageous things leave his mouth — he was insolent, arrogant, and even mildly violent (mostly towards Ijichi) — but you didn’t know if it was him or the heat — but you were considering it. 

What the fuck was wrong with you? 

(Him. It was him that was wrong with you.)

It was a heatwave in Tokyo. The one rare time you hadn’t been sent away on a mission, and you couldn’t even leave your apartment with the heat warning issued. Not to mention your central air breaks down, with a repairman nowhere in sight. 

It was just your luck. 

You rub at your eyes — and you weren’t sure if they were burning from your sweat or your lack of sleep last night. You’re blasting your fans around your apartment, stripped down to your shortest shorts and lightest tank top. You’re walking around your kitchen, using a takeout menu to fan yourself as you watch your order drive towards your place. There was no fucking way you were cooking in this weather. 

And you see a phone call come through — Gojo Satoru’s name flashing across the top of the screen. You sigh, contemplating ignoring the phone call, but you know he would only call a million times more, and you pick up. 

“Why did it take you so long to pick up my phone call?” and you shake your head, placing the call on speaker as you watch your takeout arrive at your place. 

“It literally rang twice,” Satoru’s patience had not changed since your time Jujutsu Tech — as you glance at your contact photo, a picture of him dressed in Shoko’s skirt from your school days, with Geto snickering in the background — though a lot of things had. 

“Two times too many,” you knew he was pouting. 

“Satoru, unless the next words out of your mouth is an offer is to fly me to a place where the weather is better, I’m gonna hang up on you,” you sigh, making your way to the door, opening the door to find Satoru standing there, looking far too stylish in a white t-shirt, his blue shorts hanging low on his waist, and sunglasses perched precariously on his head, your takeout in hand, “what are you doing here?” 

“Well I thought you wouldn’t  want to take a beach day with me unless I showed up to your place. Ta-da!” he lifts up a duffel bag, seemingly stuffed to the brim. 

“Satoru, there’s a weather advisory out. I’m pretty sure all the beaches are closed, and even if you’re immune to heatstroke, I’m not,” you step aside to pull him inside, the humidity sucking the little cool air you have in your apartment, “why did you think going to the beach in this heat was a good idea?” 

He shrugs, “An excuse to get out of the house, plus, my apartment’s cooling is out—“ 

“So you thought even if you couldn’t go to the beach, you could steal my A.C.?” you sigh, collapsing on the couch, “well too bad because mine’s busted too,” you glance over, but your gaze doesn’t find Satoru, seeing his paintbrush head stuck in your freezer, “you’re going to melt—“ he turns around to have a blue popsicle stuck in his mouth and you almost snort at the sight, “bring me one too.” 

“What should we do?” you murmur, sticking the popsicle in your mouth, as you laid back on the couch, sucking on the end of it, “watch a movie?” 

“It feels too hot to do anything but lay here,” Satoru sighed, the crinkle of his second popsicle white noise as you scroll through possible movie options on your phone, until you toss it away, metal overheating just as you were. 

“Well, we have to fucking do something other than just burn,” and you glance over, his white tee rolled up to expose his stomach as he ate his popsicle, and you raise an eyebrow, “what the hell are you doing?” 

“What’s it look like? Enjoying my popsicle,” he half mumbles as he continues to suck on the colored ice, “it’s better than it getting on my shirt,” You watch the popsicle drip onto his exposed abs, liquid pooling in the crevices of his toned muscles, you lick at your own popsicle, catching the drops off the melting ice with your tongue, wondering how much sweeter it would taste to lick it off his abs, “see something you like sweetheart?” 

His teasing words and wide grin pry you from your reverie with the subtlety of a crowbar, and your cheeks burn, as you roll your eyes, “You’re a dumbass,” you mutter, and he snickers at you, as you avert your gaze from him, and go back to eating your popsicle. 

You don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you as you slide the popsicle into your mouth, and you definitely don’t miss the way he eyes you as you suck at the fruity ice, before letting it slip from your lips, leaving only the tip of it pressed against your lips. 

“See something you like, Satoru?” and he has no reaction, shamelessly staring still, as he tilts his head. 

“I do,” he says without missing a beat, lifting his gaze to meet your own, “are you offering?” and you blink, before looking away — why was everything with Satoru a game of chicken? A bull’s rush to the line the two of you refused to cross, but did everything to pull the other over it. But neither of you had faltered, not in all these years. 

Not since the very last summer just like this. 

The sun had sunk past the horizon line, the summer night only predicated by the harmony of cicadas and the humidity that still stubbornly clung to the air, despite the sun being long gone. And that’s when Satoru had knocked on your door to tell you — tell you what had happened with Geto. 

He was gone. He had left. And he wasn’t coming back. 

And why was it that the signs were all there, laid out before you like directions to where he was going — and you didn’t see them, obscured by his empty reassurances and your own selfishness. 

You didn’t blame Suguru. Not after everything that had happened with Riko, Haibara, and everything else. But when you saw Satoru before you, despondent and broken — not a single inch of his usual flippant humor present, not a bit of his joy that he always had. But a part of you wanted to blame him — blame him for hurting Satoru, for hurting you, so prolifically. 

But you couldn’t blame him all the same. 

Satoru had spent the next few nights in your place, even sharing your bed at time, waking up with his long limbs tangled with your own, his face often buried in the crook of your neck, and you could see the evidence of dried tears on his face, despite his best efforts to cover his own tear tracks. 

“Do you think I could have stopped him?” he had asked you that night, his head laid in your lap as you flipped through the channels of the shitty TV you had brought from home and refused to replace, “do you think he would have listened?” 

“I think Suguru is even more stubborn as you are — because you were stubborn enough not to listen to your best friends,” your fingers cupped the bottom of his chin, “there wasn’t anything you could do — you can’t help someone who wasn’t willing to accept it,” 

“I could have made him,” and his skies contained in his eyes were infinite — just as he thought of himself — but he wasn’t. Because unlike the sky, he was human. 

“No, you couldn’t have,” you flick his forehead, and he pouts up at you, “and sitting here and wondering what ifs will do nothing for you — except drive you and your very excellent best friend crazy,” 

“Lucky for me she loves me even when I drive her crazy,” and you roll your eyes, a smile pulling on your lips, as he stares up at you, your fingers mindlessly tracing the length of his jaw, feeling the quake of his body as he shivered under your touch. 

“Very lucky,” and you could feel the pull between your bodies, the ever so slight way you leaned, willing for once to cross that line for him, for you — but he turned on his side, facing the TV instead of you. 

“What should we watch?” 

And you had promised yourself that night, you wouldn’t let your feelings get in the way of your friendship, you wouldn’t do that to him — because you knew he had already lost too much. 

But now—he was the one trying to cross the line. 

You stared at him, before scoffing, “Shut up,” but you were too afraid to let him. Your eyes drift back to the TV, leaning back against the couch — it was for the best this way, “think the heat’s getting to you more than you admit,” 

“Maybe,” he hums, as you finish your popsicle and sigh, leaning back on the couch again, with a groan. 

“It’s so fucking hot,” you sighed, leaning back on the couch, head hanging over the armrest. 

And you could feel his gaze on you, undeterred from before, “Then let’s fuck to cool off.” 

You almost think you heard him wrong, as you slowly lift your head to look at him. You must have heard him wrong. Satoru was known to make bad jokes or say ridiculous things — but not like this. And you find a smirk across his lips, but the heat in his gaze had not a hint of humor in it — burning hotter than the sun taunting all of Tokyo. 

“What?” You don’t know what you want him to say — say that it was a joke, say that you heard him wrong, or just say it again. But your eyes can’t pull away from his, the blue of his eyes pulling you close instead of pushing you away unlike his technique by the same name. 

“You heard me, sweetheart,” he tilts his head, biting into his popsicle, letting the tip slip into his mouth, “we could fuck the heat away,” the idea slips so casually from his lips, as if he was recommending a movie or a book, and not fucking you here and now. 

“Satoru—“ your voice is chiding, you’re shaking your head, but the couch creaks as he leans forward, the remnants of his popsicle slipping down his abs and through his happy trail and seeping into his shorts, “don’t fuck around—“ 

“Do you think I’d say that to you of all people just to fuck around?” he raises his eyebrows, and your words flee your mind just as you wish to, but you sit, wondering if this is a literal fever dream from the heat, “you don’t have to think about it so much,” 

“Don’t I?” you scoff, shaking your head, as you get to your feet, wiping the sweat from your forehead, “Satoru, why—“ 

And he’s getting to his feet, wiping the melted popsicle on his stomach with his white shirt, no longer caring as much as he said he did. And you can feel the heat radiate from his body, all consuming just as this heatwave was — clinging to you even as you tried to keep cool, sweat dripping off your flesh like the pleas that left your lips. 

“I’ve thought about this for too long, too many times,” he murmurs, fingers brushing against your cheek, featherlight as if you’d break apart under his touch, “we’re sitting in your place — it’s just you and me. You’re asking why, and I’m asking why not?”’

“I don’t want to sleep with you just like that, I can’t. I want it—“ you cut off, but he doesn’t let you turn your head, hand cupping your cheek now. 

“You want what, sweetheart?” Your mouth was impossibly dry, the words unable to force their way from your throat, “tell me, please,” and the pleading in his voice breaks you. 

“I want it to mean something,” and his gaze softens, as your eyes meet his again, a ghost of a chuckle on his lips, “it’s not funny—“ and he’s daring even closer, a hand sliding down your side. 

“It’s funny because you could think I would ever want anything that’s to do with you to be only meaningless,” he murmurs, words fanning your skin, and god it was so fucking hot. Between the temperature, his closeness, and his words, you were sure you’d pass out, “do you know how many times I wanted to do this? So many times during the days and nights we’d spent together, I wanted to just reach over and pull you into a kiss,” 

“Then why didn’t you?” your brow furrows, “and why now?” 

“Because I’m tired of waiting for a sign, for something in my head to tell me it’s safe, that you won’t disappear,” his thumb rubs back and forth, “just like every good thing in my life,” 

“I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me at this point,” and his lips curl, a breath away, “Toru—“ 

“Can I kiss you?” and you almost laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but you can’t, the heat so thick it feels as if every molecule of your body was on fire, and the only thing that could quench the flames was his lips. So you just nod wordlessly. 

His lips find yours. It was chaste, a brush of his lips against yours, the lingering sweetness of the popsicle dancing on your tongue. It’s too soon that he’s pulling away, your lips mourning the absence of his touch already. 

“Feeling cooler?” his words warm your lips, but even so you’re pulling him back into another kiss, lips sliding against his firmly, his fingers tangling in his hair, wanting nothing more than to melt into his grasp.

And you part your lips from his for a moment,” Not at all,” and your eyes flicker to your refrigerator, “but maybe we can cool down.” 

“Fuck,” Satoru shivered, and he wasn’t sure if it was your lips against his pulse, or from the drag of the quickly melting popsicle against his burning skin. But neither of those compared to the soft groan ripped from his lips as your tongue dragged up his side, following the sticky, sweet trail of melted ice, mixing with his sweat, “well, am I sweeter than ice cream?” 

He’s too sweet. 

He’s certainly sweet like this, laid out on your bed for you, his shirt long discarded, his shorts about to join them. Soft pants made his chest rise and fall, slowing and quickening with your touch — his pulse thrumming under your touch. 

But he’s also sweet with the way he looks up at you, soft eyes to match his smile, as if he was made to look at you like this. And a part of you wanted to believe he was — even if most of you couldn’t quite believe it. 

Your lips curl, humming as you press a wet kiss to his sticky skin, “i don’t know, I need more time to make my final decision,” you lick up the length of the rapidly melting sweet, droplets of sweet sugar water dissolving on your tongue, but you knew it really was nothing compared to the taste of his lips. 

But you weren’t going to tell him that. 

You take a bite of the popsicle, before leaning down to kiss him, letting the ice melt between your tongues, as his fingers tangled in your locks, and soon enough he’s rolling you onto your back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. 

And he leans forward, eating the last bit of the popsicle from the stick, “Well it’s my turn to taste now,” 

“You can’t even wait your turn for this, huh—“ the last word is a squeal as his fingers slide into the waistband of your shorts, snapping it against your heated skin, flames licking everywhere he touches. 

The melted popsicle runs down his muscles, rivulets running down the contours of his body, before dripping onto your burning skin, nipples pulling taut from the sticky sugar. He leans down to tease one nipple, sucking the melted liquid off, before doing the same to the other. 

“I’ve waited long enough, sweetheart,” and he’s dragging your shorts off, thighs crying out in relief as the cool air of the fan did it’s job to ebb away the heat ever so slightly, drying the layer of sweat, “I don’t want to wait another minute,” 

“So impatient,” you chide teasingly, voice lilting and yet he looks at you with a half lidded gaze, sending a wave of heat right to your core. And the way your thighs press together doesn’t go unnoticed, fingers splayed against the plushness of your thighs, forcing them gently apart. Your cheeks burned, and this time not from the weather, “Toru—“ 

His cerulean eyes find the wet patch of your panties, a smirk pulling at the corners of his pretty lips, “Don’t think this is sweat, baby,” he teases, fingers skimming over the damp spot, “or should I make sure?” 

“Satoru—“ and your chiding is cut off by the sinful press of his fingers to your clothed cunt, his dark eyes lidded as they watch your slick soak through the ruined panties already. And you can’t help the way your hips buck against his hand, “you motherfucker—“

“Funny coming from the one humping my hand,” he grins, and his thumb grinds down against your clit, his other slipping under your ass to knead the soft flesh, “maybe it is sweat and I should just leave you to cool off,” his fingers slipping away, delicious friction that your cunt was already spread open, wet, and willing for— 

A whine leaves your throat, an all too pretty noise, “Toru, please, I—“ and his fingers are hooking in the fabric of your panties before ripping them off, quite literally, the sound of tearing fabric making you gape at him, “what the fuck—“ 

“It’s too hot for these anyway,” Satoru pockets the panties in his shorts, “look at this, you’re burning up,” he stares at your leaking pussy shamelessly — because shame was a word that Satoru Gojo did not know, “and I think I know just what to do to cool you down,” his head leans down, blowing softly at your inner thighs, over the sweat mixed your pre that coated your skin, your folds twitching, just as the corners his lips did, “so needy,” 

“You’re the fucking worst,” your words a mutter unfolding into a gasp as he drags a single finger up your leaking folds, gathering your slick on the tip of his index, and then he’s tracing a slow circle around your clit, “Toru,” your words are half pleading, half pouting. It’s so hot, his touch only serving to make you sweat — literally and metaphorically. You were sure your sheets would be ruined after this — and not just from your sweat. 

“Lemme savor this, you kept me waiting so long, Princess,” his reverent words pressed against your inner thigh, teasing butterfly kisses that make you squirm, a flick of his sharp tongue that tastes the sweat against your skin, “how’re you this sweet? S’perfect,” his words are seemingly more for him than you, pussy drunk without even taking a single sip. 

But not for long. 

His nose bumps against your clit, tongue flicking against the seam of your messy cunt, eager fingers pulling the sticky, sweaty skin apart, and your cheeks burn with how exposed you feel—and how self conscious you were. 

“M-maybe this isn’t a good idea. I’m really sweaty—“ and the flat of his tongue drags up your sopping pussy, and fuck, good wasn’t enough to describe it. 

“Then I better clean my nasty girl up, right?” he cools your sticky skin with another soft puff of air blown between lips glossy with your precum, making you whimper as he pulls away, “one sec, sweetheart, think I need reinforcements,” 

The creak of the bed as he scurried off for a moment making you lift your head, an embarrassingly strong ache between your legs making you whine, legs closing, as you bit your lip, “Toru, what the fuck—“ 

And he’s back, but not empty handed — a glass filled to the brim with ice, a grin on his lips, “ready to cool off, Princess?” 

~~~ 

“A-ah, too cold,” you whine, and Satoru can’t help but disagree it’s far too hot — and it wasn’t the weather. It was you. 

You were always hot. You always had been — otherwise how else did you melt his icy demeanor from the moment you met? Too big of a chip on his shoulder from all those years spent at the lonely top of his clan, and you had no problem keeping company up there while kicking off his pedestal. 

Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. Gasps pulled from spit soaked lips, chest rising up and down, and your legs spread open just for him. You shivered as he dragged a half melted ice cube along your collarbone, water trailing behind that he was more than dragging his tongue along, the sweetness of your skin mixed with the tang of your sticky sweat. 

How had he resisted for so long? 

It had been years and years of pining. Of late night spent watching movies, of days spent fighting alongside each other, and even more days spent trying to get home to the other. And all that time, he still had stayed at the same distance. 

Because it was safer. It was easier. But he wasn’t know what it was — the heat, patience wearing thin, the fucking sight of your smile even in this fucked world — but he couldn’t stand it anymore. 

Not without you by his side. 

“Think the ice would beg to differ, sweetheart,” he hums, as he presses a kiss over the pooling ice as it melts right above the swell of your breast, “I’d say it’s much too hot,” your nipples grow hard under his treatment, a hiss leaving your lips, as he sucks the ice water from one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Toru, fuck, please—“ your words cut off with another gasp as he buries his face in the swell of your breasts, licking up the valley, before his lips find your pert nipples, lips closing around, sucking and licking, before nibbling at the skin. 

“You always this needy, pretty? Or is it just for me?” his words are said teasingly, but his eyes are just as desperate as yours, fingers dragging down your sides now, “better be just for me,” he mutters more to himself than you, as you gasp, ice cold fingers prying your thighs apart, “heh, what a mess you’ve made,” his fingers skim your dripping cunt, and he lifts his fingers to spread them in front of your face, your pre strung like spider webs between them, “don’t think sweat’s does this, does it?” 

And he turns his head, pressing kisses to your thighs, a glorified slip and slide from your sweat and pre alike, but how was it that you still tasted so sweet? A whimper escapes your bitten lips, his breath warming your pussy, a puff of air blowing over your twitching entrance, eyes sliding to the glass of melting ice. 

“You put a fucking ice cube in me and I’ll—“ he snorts, but grabs an ice cube all the same. 

“Only I belong inside you, baby, nothing else,” and he presses the ice cube to his lips, your eyes hypnotized as you watch him drag it back and forth, until he lets it slip into his lips, melting as he leans down, “now let me cool you off,” he presses his lips to your clit, a short kiss that has him melting all the same. 

You jerk. Cold. His lips tingled as his lips enveloped your clit, and his tongue was no better. Fucking freezing, a yelp that he rips from your body, as you can’t help but squirm. But he doesn’t let you get away that easily. Because nothing about the two of you was ever easy. 

His fingers press into your hips, arms pinning your body to the mussed sheets of your bed, as his tongue circles your clit, cold ebbing away with each stroke, until he’s lost in the warmth of your pussy. 

And Satoru only could wish he set up a camera — so he can watch you again and again with your gaze hazy with lust, tears welling like the condensation on the glass on making your eyes just as glassy, but you stared at him all the same. 

So he might as well give you a show.

“Fuck, could live in this tight cunt, you’re gonna be the only sweet thing I drink all summer,” the only summer drink he will settle for — the only thing sweeter than sugar itself — and he only one he wants. His tongue parts your folds, sinking deeper past your entrance, until he’s practically tongue fucking you, face buried in your cunt.

“T-Toru, ngh, too much,” and it was all too much for him — your soft moans, the lewd squelch of your pussy, the tremble of your thighs as he ate you out, and his tongue pulls back a moment, choosing to focus on your clit, as he sinks a cold finger inside, “fuck!” 

“Now you’re getting it, Princess,” he coos, and your scowl only lasts a second as his thick finger fucks you open, “gotta make sure I fit don’t I?” 

“You’re so fucking full of it—how about less talk and more—“ and he presses his erection against your leg, letting you feel how hard you’ve gotten him, and how fucking much he could cum in his boxers here and now. And you whimper, pussy clenching at the sight of him, “Toru, how will you—how—“ 

He’s so fucking big. 

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” and he’s slipping in a second finger, as his tongue laps at your clit, “I’ll make myself fit,” and he would be the only one who would fit, the only one that could fuck your cunt, have his fingers curling deep, the only one making your head loll back against the pillow, “she’ll let me in, fuck you right, make sure I can carve out a nice place for myself — when I fuck every inch of her,” 

And his fingers piston into you, surely pruning with how your pre slips down his wrists and the wet sounds of your sloppy cunt grow louder, almost louder than the moans you make. 

Almost. 

“Said I’m the fucking worst, but it sounds like I’m the best, huh?” and you’re too far lost in the pleasure, nodding your head, as he’s fucked all the logic from your mind — leaving only want behind. And it seems like you both were on the same page now. 

It was nasty, the way his tongue took turns lapping at your walls, before teasing them open with his fingers. The way his sweat dripped down his face and mixed with your pre as he glued himself to your pretty pussy — and he was sure he could die of heatstroke with how fucking warm your pussy was. 

And he would die happy. 

But he knew you were close — with the way your hips were nearly grinding against his face and fingers, spit mixing with pre as he pulled away a moment, continuing to hit every spot that drove you to the edge closer and closer, “G’nna cum already, baby?” His taunting lilt makes you scowl, even with how far gone you were,  “s’cute, is it that easy?” 

“T-toru, I swear—“ and his lips latch to your clit, sucking hard, right as his fingers find that spot—and he swears your soul leaves your body, your body tenses under his touch, lovely lips falling open with his name on it as you cum. 

Well, more like squirt, your release making even more of a mess of yourself, the sheets, and him. It splatters across his face and hands, and he’s groaning, vibrating against your cunt, as he fucks you through your orgasm, sucking and slurping every drop you gave him. And it’s a feat as you absolutely drench his mouth, slick, sweat, and spit, dripping down his jaw. 

And he’s a fucking vision, once you get it back, far gone in the pleasure, as he continued to lap at you, until he finally pulls his fingers from you, and your eyes flutter open, chest rising and falling as you watch him lick each one of his digits clean, sliding him into his mouth, “what? Y’know i love my sweets,” his tongue then darts out to clean your slick from his face, before wiping the rest off. 

You’re reaching for him, eager fingers finding his shoulder, as you tug him on top of you, before flipping him with ease, so his back hits the mattress. He stares up at you — and god, did he always look at you like this? And how did you never see it — and how would you ever stop? 

“Princess—” but you don’t let him protest, lips meeting his, a soft groan as you taste yourself on his lips, palms sliding down his sticky chest, and your lips journey downwards, ghosting down his body. Your lips linger over his raised nipples, tonguing and teasing them, a hint of sweetness that lingers from his popsicle undoubtedly. 

“And you said I was sweet, you’re the one covered in melted popsicle,” you mumble, and he smirks, but his reply melts into a groan as the tip of your tongue traces the ridges of his abs, “can’t take it, Toru?” 

“F-fuck, can you blame me, sweetheart? Been thinking about this for too long. Wanted nothing more, nothing more than you,”  and your lips graze down his happy trail, a sharp inhale as he shudders as your fingers dip into the elastic of his boxers, tugging it down.

He’s perfect — just like every part of him, almost annoyingly so, if you weren’t too busy drooling over it. Swollen tip flushed a deep red, while the rest was a perfect blush pink that you wanted to paint your cheeks with, glossy with precum and sweat, begging to be touched. 

And you were more than happy to oblige. 

He nearly cums then and there when his cock grazes your cheek, smearing his pearly precum across your face. You turn your head, letting his tip drag over your lips, painting your lips with his pre. 

“Shit—“ he sucks air between his teeth, fingers digging into the sheets of the mattress, “not gonna last long at this rate—“ 

“I’ve barely started, surprised the honored one hasn’t cummed in his boxers yet,” he pouts, before he’s hissing as your lips press teasing kisses to your inner thighs, “can’t handle the heat?” And the tip of your tongue licks at the pubes above his cock, the melted sugar water clinging to the skin there, leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock— “then maybe you shouldn’t have started this—-“ 

And his fingers sink into your flesh, and now you’re on your back, sweat making you nearly stick to the sheets but you could care less with the sight above you. His cheeks flushed as he looks at down at you, but his lips curled in the same grin he always had, “oh, I’m going to be the one end it,” 

“End it? Don’t tell me this is the last I’m seeing of you,” vulnerability creeps back in a moment, and his fingers traces the curve of your cheek and down to your lips — “didn’t take you the type to hit it and quit it,” 

And he snorts, “I didn’t take you as the type to know what that means,” but his thumb rubs back and forth across your bottom lip, “but do you think after all this time I could ever quit you?” 

His fingers grasp at the base of his weeping cock, groaning as he teases your entrance with his tip, marking you with his precum, your gasp making his dick twitch, as if it’s begging to be inside you. “All of this is for you,” he grunts, guiding your hand to his chest, feeling his heart thus underneath your palm, “it’s always been for you,” 

“I’m starting to think you didn’t wanna just fuck the heat away,” and he laughs, his tip kissing your entrance, just as he brushed his lips against yours. 

“Well, who said that was the only reason?” And he’s sinking inside you, inch by inch. And there far too many fucking inches. He groans at the sight of your folds, swallowing his cock whole, walls stretching around his length, “look how good you take me — this perfect pussy was made for me, isn’t that right?” and you’re nodding wordlessly, lips parted in a silent moan, as your walls pulled him deeper and deeper, “not g’nna be able to control myself, shit, feels too good, princess,” 

“Feels too good to be like this,” you’re panting as the words leave your lips, your eyes glassy with lust — Satoru swears you could look at him, and it would be enough for him to fuck you all over again, “too big, Toru — you gonna fuck me stupid,” and you can feel his dick grow, pushing against your walls as he bottoms out, and you whine in return, “hngh, I wasn’t being serious—” 

“So tight,” An almost guttural hiss pulled from the back of his throat, and he’s smug as he looks down at you, mouth fallen open, “I’m always serious about fucking you stupid, sweetheart,” as he lifts your legs, pressing them to your chest, your ankles dangling next to his head, as he kisses the soft skin there, a wicked grin, despite the sweat trickling down his face, “it’s the one time I can be smarter than you,” 

He’s torturing you. Torturing you as he grinds his hips roughly against you, the lewd noises of your sloppy cunt and the sticky perspiration between your bodies deafening, yet still won’t give you what you want. More than that, the heat between your bodies was too much — flames engulfed every muscle with every brush of his body against yours, every twitch of his dick inside you, and veins full of fire rather than blood. And you were sure you’d spontaneously combust in this heat, and he’d still fuck you all the same — letting himself be swallowed up by the fire just as well. 

Your moan was almost unrecognizable to you, the pleading in your voice bone deep, just as the heat was, “Please, Toru, move,” and he’s grunting, and you know he wants you — has wanted you all these years, and he only smiles at your words, a short laugh on his lips. 

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” and his fingers dig into your hips as he begins to fuck you, hard and fast. His balls slap against your skin, the noise ringing in your ears, and your cunt resists every time he pulls out — as if you never want him to go. And he never will. He can’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing you like this — see the way your lips part in moans; the way your eyes glaze over in pleasure; the way sweat drips down your face, running down into the divot between your tits; the way your tight cunt bulges at the sides as you take his dick so well — no, this is a sight just for him, “s’pretty, and all for me,” 

You’re already s’close after all the teasing all night, the sounds of his grunts and groans doing nothing to help as his tip rams against your cervix, and you’re sure his dick is fucking places you only dreamed of reaching, but still you can’t help but want more—so much so that the word slips from your mouth. 

He laughs, fingers pushing on the slight bulge in your stomach making you gasp, the sweat of his palm mixing with your own that gathered on your stomach, “Even when you’re getting your guts fucked, you want more, sweetheart?” and his fingers rub meanly at your clit, pinching and pulling at the sensitive spot as his tip hits that spot that has your vision blurring again and again, “I’ll give you anything you want, because you’re mine,” 

And you’re surprised the bed frame doesn’t break as he begins to slam into you, but it does creak, begging for a break, just as you had begged for this dick. Your eyes water as he rams into you, rutting like a dog in heat, and maybe he was — maybe you both were. 

“Toru, Toru, I’m close, s’close, I can’t—“ and you’re so cute, like this, whining and begging for him, for the thing only he can give you — and he’s twitching inside you, and he knows he’s not far behind. 

“Cum for me,” he nearly orders, and his words are the thing that makes the ribbon of heat in your cunt snap. Your toes curl, as you cum hard around his cock, walls squeezing and shuddering around him as he only pistons into you harder and deeper, intent on making you feel pleasure in every inch of your body, and he’s shifting your legs, hands helping you wrap them around his waist, as he ruts into you, chasing his own high. 

You’re boneless and long gone, as your chest bumps against his as he fucks you, but you still manage to find words to push him over the edge, goad him as you always did, because you know right where to touch (especially now). 

“G’nna cum inside me, Toru? Fill me up with your release?” and he swore he lost the ability to breathe, heat and your words stealing the breath from his lungs, as he ruts into you, mix of sweat and sex making his head spin, but not as much as your sweet cunt does. 

He’s close, he knows he is, especially when he looks to see the ring of cum and sweat around the base of his cock, and when your fingers thread through his white locks, thumb rubbing against his undercut, to pull him back into a bruising kiss, right as his cock hits your deepest part again—

“Cum for me, Toru,” and he does, uncoiling at your command, spurting thick ropes of cum inside your walls, painting your insides, as he fucks it deeper into you with every roll of his hips. Debauched groans leaving his lips as he murmurs how perfect you are, because you are — even more than he could have ever imagined. His thrusts slow, the sticky sweat and cum drenching both of you and the sheets alike. He pulls himself gently from inside, groaning at the loss of your warmth, but also wondering if your cunt doubled as an oven — the cool air of the fan sliding over his bare skin a relief. 

He eases onto your side, pressing sweet kisses all over your face, before you bury it in the crook of his neck for a moment, before pulling away, “You’re all sticky,” you wrinkle your nose, with a whine, and he laughs, a shit eating grin on his lips — more euphoric than sarcastic. 

“Well, who’s fault is that?” and you’re pouting, brow furrowed. 

“The same guy’s bright idea it was to fuck in the middle of a fucking heatwave,” and he props himself up, the sheets nearly glued to him as he took in the damage, mussed and ruined with the mess of cum, sweat, and spit all over, “you’re buying me new sheets,” and he chuckles, leaning over to peck your lips. 

“I’ll buy you a new bed if you ever let me do that again,” and you shake your head, eyes fluttering open and then closed, as he nosed as the column of your neck, completely fascinated with the way your skin was glowing still after all of that, “you just gonna doze off after all of that? Such a nasty girl, we gotta clean up after all that, don’t we?” 

“Don’t wanna get up,” and he chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head, but the touch seems to make you whine, “fuck, but its so hot,” 

“And yet I didn’t hear you complaining when I was fucking you,” he tilts your chin up, glazed over eyes fluttering open to meet his, and how was it that your gaze alone was enough to want him to pin you down and fuck you all over again? “Told ya it was a good idea to fuck the heat away,” 

“Except when it ends up like this,” and he sighs, the creak of the mattress underneath, as he gets to his feet, “what are you—ah!” he’s lifted you into his arms, sweat soaked bodies sticking together nearly as he carries you through the living room, making a small pit stop to grab two ice cold water bottles, sounds of the TV still floating through the apartment, towards your shower. 

“Who said this heatwave was over yet?” 

A weather report was playing, a snippet Satoru caught before he shut the door. Reports say the heatwave is going to continue for the rest of the week. Residents are advised to stay inside until things finally cool down!  

“You hear that, sweetheart?” as he sets you down, turning on the water of the shower, letting the cold water soak you both, as he loomed over you, pinning you against the shower wall, “guess it’s just you and me for a week,” and he opens the water bottle, taking a sip before pressing his lips to yours, forcing you swallow the water, tongue seeking after it. 

His fingers rest below your chin, as his lips ghost over the curve of your jaw and the slope of your neck, before his teeth graze the hollow of your throat, as his fingers sneak down to tease at your aching cunt, sinking in to stuff his cum dripping down your thighs back inside, “lucky I know just how to keep you cool, right?” 

✧ a/n: its been super hot here where i live and i'm dying so i want gojo to come fuck the heat away.

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[itsoutrageouss]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley being ready to go on his knees for his favorite nurse… but he has no idea how to show it.

Then he sees you at the pub.

It settled inside of him as a feeling of uselessness because he’s so used to knowing what to do. He takes action. He fixes things. And now he gets all flustered when you tend to his wounds, absentmindedly stroking his thigh and talking to him so so sweetly. Calling him a good boy when you finish the stitches, biting your lip as you focused on making them as neat as you could for him. He would stare at you the whole time, his cheeks heating because no one ever showed him this much care and you didn’t even seem to struggle with it- it was all natural.

You had labelled him ‘favorite patient’ in your phone but he didn’t know that. He figured you behaved like that with all the soldiers who came in- the reason you were such a good nurse.

After a well succeeded mission, the task force and the bases Staff all crowd down to the nearest pub. It was an excuse for you to finally be out of your work attire, adorning a black lacy top that made you feel sexy along with your glossy lips. He was already there, leaned back in a booth with Soap and Price as you walk in, looking around nervously.

He has to grit his teeth as he sees you. Fuck fuck fuck. This was gonna be a long night. He fisted his hands beneath the table.

This feeling of hopelessness, of not knowing what to do was so foreign that it bubbled into anger. Price frowned, noticing the rigid way his Lieutenant suddenly sat. Soap was too busy telling some story to notice anything, slamming down a hand, the beers rattling. Your colleagues crowded you into a booth that so conveniently faced him.

Why did he look at you like that? He was positively fuming, glowering, brows lowered and face set. You cowered under his gaze, eyes flickering away nervously.

His lips parted in soft surprise. Why did you look so nervous? Had he done something?

Because of course he was no clue how damn intimidating his so called love stare stare is. He follows you as you walk to the bar, leaning over, your skirt riding up. He has to blink up at the ceiling because it felt simultaneously like a gift from above, being allowed to see you like this, and like a curse from hell.

“Oh he’s down bad for her ain’t he, that fucker?” Soap exclaims, finally catching on as he lets out a hearty laugh. Simon glares.

“I think LT needs another pint” Price muses. Soap, ever the sergent he is, groans and gets up, patting Simon heavily on the shoulder before walking up to the bar next to you.

“You got him weak in the knees, Bunny” Soap grins casually, ordering the pints. It takes you a few seconds to comprehend before you lean backwards slightly, catching Simon’s gaze. This time he averts his eyes immediately. He was fucking fuming inside, not knowing how to get these feelings to go away. The only solutions he could think of were violence or sex. And violence he’s had enough of- and he’s sure the training dummies had too. Every damn night these past days he’s been punching his knuckles bloody, hoping it would satiate his restlessness. It didn’t.

And as for sex… he didn’t- well he didn’t not want that but that’s not where he wanted to start. He always threw himself into hookups or fiery flings that burned out too quickly, leaving embers he didn’t care for. He didn’t want that with you. He wanted to be genuine, slow, proper. And he had no idea how. He didn’t like not being good at things.

Your eyes stay on him, forcing his head to turn back to you. Your expression is unreadable, his fingers curling beneath the table before he rapidly stands up. You almost jolt at the action, the floor creaking from his weight as he stalks over to you and Soap, grumbling something.

Soap leaves, Simon trying to casually lean his elbows on the bar. “Just gonna wait for the pints” he tells you, then his jaw ticks because why did he say that? You probably don’t give a fuck what he’s doing there.

You smile softly, intrigued. “How’s your shoulder?”

It startled him, his head whipping to yours like you said something totally out of sorts. His shoulder? Right— It takes him way too long to answer.

“Fine. You did a good job. As always,” he said gruffly, looking down at the chipped wood of the bar, drumming his fingers impatiently.

“You look good.” The words slip past his lips, eyes quickly giving you a once over.

“I know.” He looks at you, sees a small glint in your eyes and the smile you smother. He wants to groan out loud at the sight.

A dry, almost laugh escapes him, shaking his head softly. “F’course you do.”

There’s a long, awkward silence where you both look anywhere but at each other, spines straightening, then slumping, then you both look at the bartender to keep busy.

He places your drink in front of you, three pints clattering in front of Simon. Neither of you move to take them.

“So I’m gonna go” Simon rumbles and turns, the pints clutched in his hands. He was overheating, fumbling in ever possible way he could and he couldn’t take it. You opened your mouth but he was already halfway across the room.

The pints rattle as he sits down. “So?” Soap asks as he leans forward. Simon grumbled that this isn fucking high school. But it’s not Soap he’s mad at. It’s himself. He had you right there.

You can’t focus the rest of the evening, laughing hollowly and sipping your drink with disinterest. Did he not find you interesting? It was so hard to read him that you started to doubt if he was playing with you. Maybe this was just the way he… was.

You hadn’t noticed everyone going out for a smoke. You hadn’t noticed the way he looked at you through the window like some kind of fucking stalker, only the glow from his cigarette giving colour to his shadow.

You down the rest of your drink, pulling your coat around you. The night is crispy, air poking your cheeks like needles.

“Are you ever going to ask me out? Because if not then I’d like to know- I don’t really know if you don’t like me or if I scare you or if there’s something entirely different at play but you cannot just stare at me and expe-“ a cold, chapped pair of lips silence you. They’re gone as quickly as they came you Simon’s eyes are wide, dropping his cigarette to the ground.

“I’m sorry- do you wanna- can I ask you out? I didn’t mean to do that but you talk a lot” he said bluntly, stuttering his way through his own mortifying actions.

He kissed you. To shut up your mindless yapping he… you shake your head in disbelief.

“You are unbelievable” you say, but there’s absolutely no malice in your tone- only wonder.

“Is that a yes?” He asks, his throat feeling tight.

“Yes. It’s a good technique you have there- do you do that on everyone? Kiss them when they talk too much? I can just imagine how Soap would rea-“

He did it again, eyes closing and inhaling sharply as he covered your cold cheeks with his hands. Christ you were a talker but he didn’t mind so much, if he was allowed to quiet you like this from now on.

[ghostsprincess]

I can't stop thinking about Ghost being a better boyfriend than your ex, even without establishing that title....

This is a continuation of part one.

warning: mention domestic abuse

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Simon was there every night you worked. You never gave him your schedule, but he'd show up and settle onto one of the stools like clockwork. Soap often joined him, and while they carried on like always, you knew Simon's gaze lingered on your body. You could practically feel the weight as you took drink orders and pulled pints. It wasn't unwelcome. In fact, it made everything easier knowing you weren't alone if your ex dared show his face.

When your shifts ended, Simon would walk you back to your new place. The one time you insisted he didn't need to do that, he grunted and said, "What if I want to?"

You didn't mention it again. Instead you got into a routine of giving him a fifteen minute warning when your shift was going to end, and you'd head out into the cold night with him at your side. He was mostly quiet while you chatted about whatever was on your mind. When you'd ask him about himself, he'd reroute the conversation back to you. Then he would wait while you unlocked your door and stepped inside.

You always had the urge to invite him in, but you were taking up so much of his time already. And what would you do with him anyway? This hulking military man with kind eyes? 

You thanked him and gave him a little wave before ducking inside, and you knew he always waited until he heard the sound of your door locking before he left. 

"Y' alright, love?" he asked one night when you were starting to feel particularly good about yourself again. Your split lip had healed which required less makeup. You felt stronger for having left your ex in the dust. You were wearing a new top that made you feel sexy.

"Yeah. I'm alright, Simon. I feel really good, actually."

You served him a drink and refused to let him pay. You really ought to make him stop tipping you at this rate. He was doing so much for you and getting nothing in return. He was doing all of the boyfriend duties just as he had promised, but he never so much as touched you other than the occasional hand hold.

What if you wanted more?

He broke into your thoughts as he said, "I can tell. Ya' been smiling more. Almost ready to go?"

Tonight you felt like you were floating along the dirty sidewalk with your hand tucked in Simon's massive paw. He was keeping you warm without doing anything, and he listened to your nervous rambling as you tried your best to work up your courage. But the two of you reached your front door all too quickly.

"Get inside," he said, voice deep and tender in spite of the command. "An' lock up."

When he started to pull his hand away, you didn't let him. And you didn't budge when one of his eyebrows inched higher. "Not quite yet," you whispered, toe tapping the cement step you were standing on which put you slightly closer to him in height. "I have to tell you something."

Simon's lips pressed together in a tight line, and his chin dipped in a slight nod. "I need to tell ya' something, too. Just don't want to."

"What?" you asked immediately, the lightness you'd been feeling instantly replaced with a lead brick inside you.

"I'm leaving. Late tomorrow night. Not until after I make sure ya' get home from the pub."

"Leaving?" you whispered, heart pounding faster. He was in the military. Some sort of special mission involvement. You knew that much. And you could read between the lines to know that someone who looked and behaved like he did was probably about to risk his life, not for the first time. "Simon, where are you going?" you asked with tears in your eyes even though you figured he wouldn't be able to tell you.

Simon shook his head, his lips curling into a soft smile. It was a rare sight, and it made you dizzy. "Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be worried 'bout me." You wanted to tell him you would be. You'd worry nonstop until you saw him again. You'd come to rely on him, but mostly you liked how you felt when he was around. "There'll be someone to walk ya' home from work every night. I can promise that."

You wanted to lean in and kiss him, but instead you threw your arms around his neck. He was so solid and warm, and the scrape of his facial hair on your cheek was somehow comforting. "But I'll see you tomorrow, right?" you asked, voice breaking on a sob.

"I'll see ya' tomorrow, love."

He didn't move an inch as you extracted yourself, and the sound of his receding footsteps could only be heard once you'd locked yourself inside.

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Part three

[sweetfictionalworld]

Good Girl

Pairing: Hwang In-ho / Front Man x Female Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Daddy Kink, Age-gap.

Requested by anon: Request for just some old fashion smut?? In-ho x fem!Reader. Maybe some age gap, praise,...daddy kink...just an idea.

Summary: You're a servant for the VIPs. One of them is getting a little too close, and The Front Man steps in and handles the situation. Little do you know, The Front Man wants you for himself...

Author's notes: I'm always a sucker for some good, old fashion daddy kink 😉 Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it ♡

It wasn't easy serving the VIPs, but it was a chance for you to make some more money. It was your third time at the games working as one of the circle guards and your second time as a waiter. The higher ranks made more money than you, but you didn't have the stomach for killing. It was bad enough to clean up the scene after a game.

You examined yourself in the mirror before putting on the black mask. You didn't really feel comfortable in the black, lace bodysuit and high heels you were forced to wear. The VIPs were always a little too touchy for your comfort, but it was something you had to endure.

You took a deep breath before you entered the VIP room with a tray of drinks in your hand.

"Well, look who it is! Our hot, little bunny!" the older man in the tiger mask cheered as you walked into the room. The other VIPs joined in and you could feel their gazes glued to your body as you walked past them.

"The game will start momentarily."

The Front Man's voice made you turn, your stomach flipping at the sight of him in his dark-grey outfit and black mask. There was something about him you found utterly attractive. Perhaps, it was the mystery of what he looked underneath that mask? Or maybe, it was that dark, sexy voice of his?

"Come here, bunny! I want a drink!" yelled the man in the tiger mask. Pulled out of your thoughts, you went over to the VIP. He smiled up at you from beneath his mask.

"Damn, I've missed this fine ass!" he bellowed and slapped your ass, boomed with laughter when you gasped and nearly dropped your tray.

"Why don't you serve the others and then you come back to sit next to me, huh? I want my little bunny close to me," he grinned.

You were glad he couldn't see the repulsive expression on your face. After doing what he said, you returned to the VIP, who pulled you down next to him.

"How old are you, bunny?" he asked, licking his lips as his eyes traveled down to your breasts.

"25, Sir."

"Oh, nice...I like my meat young and firm. How about you serve me personally now, huh?" The VIP chuckled and roughly cupped your tit. You let out a shocked gasp and grabbed his wrist to try and pull him away. You struggled against him, but it only seemed to spur him on.

The VIP chuckled loudly. "I like girls who are a little fiesty."

Suddenly, his hand was pulled away and you stared up at the Front Man standing there with the VIPs arm in his hand.

"No sexual activities unless the servants agrees. The Host's rules. Do you agree, number 5?" he asked, turning his attention towards you.

You stared at him in surprise. He knew your guard number?

You shook your head. "No, Sir."

The Front Man let go of the VIPs arm. "You heard her. She doesn't want you. So, how about we return to what you're really here for. The Game."

The VIP glared at him but knew there was nothing he could do to but obey the Host's rules, so he just nodded.

"Good." The Front Man returned his attention to you.

"Stand up, number 5."

You did as he ordered, holding your gaze to the floor. His intimidating presence and the closeness of his body made you feel so very small and subservient. He lifted your chin, holding it with his forefinger and you stared up at his blank, black mask while holding your breath.

"Continue serving them food and drinks. He won't bother you anymore."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," you whispered and bowed.

In-ho watched as you walked away to get more food and drinks, his gaze panning down to the roundness of your ass. There was another reason he had stopped the VIP. He didn't want your pussy ruined by that old man's cock before he fucked you himself.

The game was over for this time and the VIPs had left. You remained in the room, tidying the last things up before it was time to leave and return home. The money you'd made after your third time was enough to pay off your debts. You didn't have to return for another game.

"You're still here."

Startled by the voice, you looked up and stared at the Front Man, your eyes widening when you realized you'd taken your mask off.

"Don't worry. The game is over for this time. No need to cover our faces. Besides, there's only you and I here," he said and took off his mask.

You stared at him as he approached you with a small smirk playing on his lips. He was a handsome man, no doubt about it, maybe in his fifties. His dark-brown eyes had a twinkle of cruelness and playfulness in them that made your belly flutter as his gaze traveled down your body.

"Do you agree?"

At first you frowned, didn't know what he meant. Then, it dawn on you and your eyes widened as you stared at him breathlessly and nodded.

"I need you to say it."

"Y-Yes, Sir. I agree."

"Good girl." The Front Man smirked and leaned down to your ear, inhaling your scent. A growl of appreciation rumbled in his chest, and the sound along with his hot breath on your skin caused a trail of goosebumps down your body. You couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe how quickly your body was responding to his touch. The Front Man's finger slid down the nape of your neck, sending another wave of goosebumps down your skin. A keen whimper slipped from your lips and you became shamefully aware of the arousal pooling between your thighs. The Front Man growled at the sound coming from your lips, his hand landing on your waist.

"I can see your arousal in your eyes, little one," he growled, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips, coaxing an embarrassed moan from your lips.

His hand found its way underneath your lace bodysuit, two of his long fingers slipping between your soft folds and into your wet, spongy core. You gasped and grabbed his arms as his fingers stretched you out.

"So wet and tight," Front Man mumbled and started moving his fingers inside you, grunting at the squishing sounds your pussy was making. His cock jerked at the feeling of your wetness, twitching, and hardening to life, eager to fill your tight, little cunt to the brim.

"Oh fuck," you gasped at the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you.

"Such foul words coming from such a sweet, little thing," Front Man chuckled, the sound vibrating through your core. "Tell me, little one...Do you crave my cock inside you?" At the last word, he pushed his fingers deeper inside you, pushing against your g-spot and you screamed out in pleasure.

"Y-Yes Daddy! Please, yes!" you whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes as he repeatedly thrust his fingers into you at a rapid pace.

"Daddy, huh? I like that," Front Man smirked and took out his fingers from your pussy. "Undress for me."

Cheeks flushed with heat, you obeyed him and pulled down the straps of your bodysuit, slowly wriggling out of the tiny piece of clothing, leaving you naked in only your high heels.

"Gorgeous," was all he said and kneaded the soft flesh of your tits, felt the weight of them in his hands, and rubbed his thumbs across your nipples that hardened at his touch.

"P-Please, Daddy...," you begged, bit your lip at the feeling of your pussy aching and clenching desperately to be filled.

Front Man snickered. "So desperate for Daddy's cock, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes...please Daddy..."

He chuckled at your desperation. "Get down on your hands and knees."

You obeyed on trembling legs, gasped when he grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling your ass up in the air. Then, you heard the unzipping of his slacks and felt him at your entrance, slowly pushing the bulbous head between your fold and into the tight hole of your pussy. Your eyes widened, breath coming out in short gasps through your parted lips.

In-ho groaned in pleasure when the head of his cock suddenly popped inside your warm, wet entrance. At that point, he couldn't control himself anymore. Grabbing your hips harder, he bucked his hips against your ass, pushing his cock into you halfway before pulling back.

You cried out, back arching and head thrown back as his cock stretched you out more than you thought was possible. Then, he thrust forward again and you screamed a silent moan, realizing he had only been halfway inside you and he was now fully seated in your womb.

"Feels so good...you're doing so well, little one, taking Daddy's cock," he crooned, almost lovingly, as he started a slow and gentle pace of fucking you. Your vision got blurrier with each of his thrusts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Soon, your mind became dazed and numbed, and a smile spread across your lips when all you cared about was how absolutely divine his cock felt inside you. You could feel the pressure building in your core with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. Then, Front Man suddenly pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact, of feeling so empty inside.

Front Man positioned himself above you, on his hands and feet as he pushed inside you again, his frame hovering above yours as he thrust into you. You moaned when he pushed back into you again, smiled as you looked up at him over your shoulder. You looked into his eyes and held his gaze as he quickened the pace once more, rapidly shoving his dick inside you over and over until your senses were overflowing.

Front Man looked back into your eyes as he slammed into you hard and fast, rougher with each thrust. The slapping sounds filled the room, blending with your high-pitched moans and the Front Man's grunts above you. The pressure in your belly intensified and finally erupted just as you felt the Front Man pump into you a final time, burying himself deep inside you as he came. His cock twitched inside you and the feeling of his seed pulsing into you brought you swiftly over the edge.

"Daddy, I'm coming!" you cried out, your pussy clenching and milking every last drop out of him as your orgasm rippled through your body.

"Fuck!" Front Man groaned and threw his head back, his loud, guttural growl echoing between the walls as he emptied the last of his seed inside your belly. You collapsed onto the floor, panting for air and your body becoming limp as you felt his cum flow out of you.

In-ho stood above you with a smirk on his lips, watching as his cum created a white river on the floor between your thighs.

"You're mine now," he muttered quietly and out of breath as he picked up your exhausted body and laid you down on one of the VIP couches. You smiled tiredly and looked up at him through heavy eyelids.

"Yours, Daddy. Forever."