#He comes home and kisses you and gets on his knees and tells you he loves you

[lunarxcity]

Why me?

Azriel x rhys sister! reader!

angst/eventual comfort (there will be 2 more parts to this series with an eventual happy ending)

Summary: When you walk in on Azriel and Elain the mating bond snaps leading you to flee to Autumn with Eris so you can be free of Azriel. Your absence causes Azriel to come to some drastic realisations, but is it already too late and has your time in Autumn led to you moving on?

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They always said fate is a cruel mistress, but you never believed that to be true, until you saw Azriel about to kiss Elain on the night of the solstice. Fate had allowed you to survive all these years. Fate had brought you and Rhys, Azriel and Cassian. She and the mother must be scheming together to conspire against you because the minute you saw him with her you had felt something shift within you, and you knew that the mating bond just snapped.

After all these years of being Azriel’s closest friend and confidant. After the first few years after your and Rhys' mother first brought him home and you would sit in silence with him, keeping him company when he was too uncomfortable to speak much. After he almost got exiled from Illyria for slaying the men who were trying to clip your wings at camp. After he made a bargain with your father, the high lord, his lifelong servitude for your safety. After you decided you realised you were in love with him after you watched him give away his freedom for your wings.

After years of Azriel defying orders during the war to let you know that your brother and Cassian were alive. After he dragged you out of your depression after your mom and sister died. After watching him pine after Mor for centuries, while you pushed down your feelings. After him being the only thing that kept you going when Rhys was under the Mountain. After befriending Feyre and her sisters.

All you could think is why? Why me? Why now?

You run out of the room before they can see you, breathing heavily and rapidly with tears streaming down your face. The room was spinning, your body processing what was happening a lot quicker than your thoughts which were in completely disarray. You have no idea where you were running to, all you knew is that you had to run faster. Away from Azriel and Elain, away from this cruel situation, and away from this mating bond you knew you were going to have to eventually reject against your will.

You are about to pick up the pace when you slam into wall. It was not a wall, but Rhys’s chest. He's grabbing both your arms as you sink to your knees, unable to control your breathing. He tries to hold you up when you lock eyes with him and the only words you’re able to get out are, “it’s him. He’s my mate. And- he’s with-” You begin to hyperventilate on the floor while sobbing into Rhys’s chest, his arms rubbing soothing circles over your back. Rhys had known about your one-sided love for Azriel since the beginning. He was the one who had to stop you from killing your father when you found out that he had basically enslaved Azriel, the reason for your anger apparent to your overly perceptive brother. You told him to stay out of it then and he has tread lightly throughout the years, but you knew if it came down to it he would cut Azriel down where he stands for ever disrespecting you if it came down to it.

Despite the storm brewing in his violet eyes, his voice is soothing and comforting, “I’ll take care of it," he says. You hug him tightly, thankful for his support, but you knew in your heart you couldn't handle staying in the Night Court and seeing Azriel and Elain every day. At least not while the mating bond was still fresh, not when it had reopened old wounds that had never fully closed. "Rhys I can't be in this court. I need to go. Tell everyone that the situation in Autumn worsened and you needed to send someone to keep the peace. Tell them whatever you need, I just need to get out." You gave him a pleading look and he knew by looking in your eyes that you had made your mind. He gives you a solemn nod and just says, "Okay, but write to me if you need anything and don't be gone for too long. This is only a temporary solution. Use your judgement and be safe okay?" "Okay," you nod back and give him a hug before he starts angrily walking to go handle the Azriel situation.

You immediately winnow to your room and send a letter to an old friend calling in a favour. You quickly packed your things, getting ready to leave the Night Court until you can fully process this staggering new information. You close your final chest, when Cassian comes barreling through the door tears beginning to form in his eyes. "YOU'RE LEAVING WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE?" The mother must really have it in for you today. You schooled your features into indifference, "Cassian I need to go. This mission is crucial for the stability of the courts." You try to make it sound believable, but you're honestly so overwhelmed and so exhausted that you end up sounding monotone. "But-" Nesta walks in and shushes Cassian. While you had initially been closer to Feyre, you and Nesta have recently grown closer even starting a book club together bonding over your love for trashy romance books. Nesta looked at you up and down. It felt like her eyes were bearing into your very soul. She gave you a knowing look and something akin to pity flickered in her eyes, "It snapped for you didn't it? He has no idea?" Cassian's eyes went from glassy and pleading to confused, he sat down, and you watched everything finally fall into place for him. He jumps up, wings on alert, "Oh my god. IM GONNA KILL HIM-" You and Nesta run to hold him down. "NO-"

Mor and Feyre come barging in, trying and failing to hide the disbelief written across their faces. They were followed by a sauntering Amren, who looked as unphased as ever. From the looks of it, Rhys had told Feyre via mind to mind, who told Mor while Amren had been in the room and of course had already known everything, as she always does. Great you had intended to leave silently and now the entire house knew about the predicament that you're in. Mor looks at you guilt written on her features, she slowly begins to approach you. "We couldn't let you leave like this without saying goodbye first." She hugs you and tears begin to well up in your eyes. Then everyone else comes in and it turns into a group hug. Even Amren begrudgingly joins. Too emotionally exhausted to say anything more you thank everyone and get ready to winnow to the one court you know Azriel wouldn't follow you to when a shadow frantically darts to you and holds your wrist down against your desk.

Where there is smoke there is fire, and where there are shadows there is a shadowsinger. You fight against the shadow, but it frantically circles itself around your wrist. Desperate to hold onto you, when Azriel comes in looking as frazzled as you had ever seen him. You nor Azriel had never left for a mission without saying bye or at least communicating to one another. This was a first and to say it bothered him was an understatement, he was frantic. His shadows were radiating off of him, rapidly swirling and darting around the room in a way you had never seen before.

You really didn't want to talk to him, but his shadow was preventing you from leaving. You didn't even want to look at him. It hurt. Everything hurt. Being in his presence was already a stab to the heart, but Elain following seconds behind him is what twisted the knife and put you in the grave.

It would have made it easier if you actually hated Elain, but you didn't. She was honestly a lovely, kind, and beautiful person and you could see why Azriel would fall for her. Which honestly made it so much harder to deal with because while you considered yourself to be all rough lines and hard edges, Elain was smooth and perfect in a way you knew you would never be. Not after everything you had endured in your long life.

The moment you guys met eyes, everyone else in the room had gone eerily silent a mix of not trying to look like they were listening too hard and a mix of not trying to give away what they now knew. You tried, you tried really hard to stay mad at him, but it's hard to remain mad at someone when the very fibers that make up your soul are screaming at you to be near them.

"Why would you just leave without saying anything?"The audacity he has to look hurt when he wouldn't have noticed you were gone if Rhys hadn't gone and busted him with Elain. Emotions swirl around inside of you, none of them good all of them lethal if you fall victim to them. He didn't know it but your relationship with Azriel was on a knife's edge and it was taking everything in your right now to maintain whatever composure you had left. As stoicly as you have ever spoken to him you respond, "It's urgent. Autumn could fall if I don't go and that would send Prythian into chaos. It's my duty to go." The air in the room stilled. You were a lit match, and his presence was gasoline; if he got any closer, it would not be good for anyone.

"You should have told me first. Autumn isn't safe, if you wait a few days I could accompany you and together we could-" Azriel frantically begins to rant. He's pulling on a lose thread, not realising what he's unraveling. You immediately shut him down, "No. I need to do this myself and frankly I don't need to disclose all my missions to you." He looks at you apalled.

This isn't the you that he knows, the one who can decipher what he is thinking from a single glace. The one who he can speak to without words as though it was a second language. The one who offers him peace when the world becomes too difficult to bear. The sharpness of your tone is grating and he begins to wonder how he was able to turn the one good constant in his life against him. His chest feels heavy with emotions he cannot even begin to decipher. Panic? Fear? Despair? So much despair. It becomes overwhelming. He is usually fairly good at compartmentalising his emotions. What in mother's name is happening to him?

You break him out of his downward spiral by clearing your throat and looking at the shadow currently frantically swirling and holding your wrist down like an anxious child crying and clinging onto it's mother anytime she's not near. The shadows had always been rather fond of you. A look of surprise and then shock coats his features as he appears to be struggling to reel his shadow in. Certain shadows have defining features, and you recognise this one to be the one that would always dote on you. When you and Azriel were kids and his shadows were far and few there was always one that favored you the most. When you're wings were almost cut off and you isolated yourself to your chambers, the shadow had stayed with you until you were comfortable enough to be alone. You hadn't been able to recognise it since you had never seen it this frantic.

"I can't reason with him. He's refusing to leave you." Azriel admits defeated. At this the shadow releases you and starts frantically swirling around Azriel, darting away from Elain when she reaches a hand out to try and help, and immediately comes to you and perches itself on your wrist. "Take it with you," He says sheepily. "He was always more yours than mine anyways. He cries in your absence and only makes himself known in your presence."

Azriel nervously laughs trying to get rid of the tension in the room, it was so thick a knife couldn't cut through it. The rest of the occupants of the room didn't look at him worried that their eyes would reveal to the spymaster the secret that was now only secret to him.

You don't care if he doesn't know how what he's saying affects you. All you know is that you're in pain. There are stories of fae that have been driven to madness by an unrequited mating bond, you had thought them dramatic but right now you can feel it taking a physical toll on your body. You need to leave. You have to go against everything your body and heart are telling you to run to him, to be with him, to never let him go. You have to chose yourself and whatever is left of your dignity. At this point you're fighting every emotion you have ever felt towards Azriel tenfold, praying to the mother you don't explode and cause irreparable damage.

"It's not your duty to look after me. I am well equipped to handle my own missions and I certainly don't need your shadow to look after me. So if that is all, I must now be on my way." Azriel's face is a mix of hurt and confusion, something you had not seen in all your years of knowing him. His mouth opened to say something to you, but Elain put a gentle hand on his shoulder and you had summoned every ounce of self-restraint you possessed to stop yourself from lunging at her when someone there was a burst of air and the smell of cedar and oak permeated the room.

"Am I interrupting something? Surely the Night Court's entire political standing isn't dependent on a lover's quarrel?" the biting tone matched the mischievous eyes and the fox-like grin. Elain looked like she wanted to explain herself when Eris looked her way and cooly responded, "Relax, what you do or don't do with my brother is none of my business, but I would at least give it a try before invoking a blood duel those aren't really great for pr. Not like you're court already has the best reputation as is."

Mor blanked. Elain hid behind Azriel. Amren and Nesta raised a brow. Cassian scowled. Both Feyre and Azriel straighted on alert and were about to take a step forward to take care of the intruder when he lifted a hand to stop her. "I kid. No one in this court can take a joke it seems." He would have been charismatic if he wasn't... well Eris. He held his hands up, although his smile remained and sarcastically said, "I am here on business to escort your wonderful princess to my personal estate to ensure her safe keeping for her time in Autumn."

While Rhys had always been scarily perceptive, he had met his match with Eris. He has been in the room for a minute, maybe two max and he had already begun to look for the cause of the tension in the room. His eyes scanned everyone, only halting once they reached the shadowsinger on seemingly high alert with Elain right behind him. He looked back to you and his eyebrows raised. He figured it out.

Azriel's wings fan out, casting half the room in shadow due to their span. "Why would you be her escort. We are perfectly capable here in Night to maintain the safety of the members of this Court." He was glaring Eris down, he might as well have been puffing his chest out at this point. Cauldron knows what he's doing or what he thinks he's going to get out of this.

You already knew Eris was going to toy with him from the glint in his eyes. "I believe it, but when my dear, old friend, who I hold in such high esteem, writes to me calling in a centuries-old favour, how could I refuse? Even without the favour, there are very few who can resist the will of the Princess of Night. She's as formidable as she is convincing as you would know." Good to see that Eris is still as calculated and provoking as ever. Now if Azriel had known he was your mate, Eris would be a dead man but right now he just stood there glaring him down with a look so cruel it sent shivers down your spine.

Eris just shrugged it off and rolled his eyes. "Well it was lovely seeing all of you but we must be going now." With a wave of his hand all your luggage had disappeared and he holds out his left hand to you. You give your family a curt nod, not meeting Azriel's gaze. You turn your back on them and take Eris' hand and then the world falls away.

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The stars in Autumn don't compare to the ones in Night. It's hard to believe that it was even the same sky. The same sky that your family and Azriel are under right now. You're just realising now that you had never given Azriel your solstice present, not leaving it under the tree because you wanted to give it to him personally. Your mind begins to stray to a cruel place, questioning what if he had known all this time and didn't tell you to avoid having to reject you.

Eris snaps you out of your spiral before it can consume you. "Are you in the same situation as my brother or does he just not know he's your mate. Frankly, you guys should start a support group because I don't know which is worse." He says trying to lighten the mood in the most Eris way possible.

You feel weary in your bones from the exhaustion of the night and you lash out at Eris. "I know you weren't hugged enough as a child, but can you please refrain from the comments for one evening?" Your voice drops along with your demenour, "The bond snapped when I walked in on him almost kissing Elain. I needed an out. Thank you for being one Eris." Tears began to well up in your eyes. It was just too much everything was too much. Eris slings an arm over your shoulder and leads you to his manor. "Come on princess, I have hot chocolate and mulled wine on the stove and cookies in the oven. Well Lucien does but that's just semantics. You have tomorrow to cry over that overgrown bat and his emotional constipation."

The manor is a large cream Tudor-style manor with dark brown wood lining all the doors and windows. You walked in and were immediately hit with the warmth and the smell of maple cookies and cinnamon. For all of Eris' brashness, his home was very warm and welcoming. You saw Lucien pulling cookies out of the oven, his head snapped to you and he ran over to pull you into an embrace. You guys are practically in the same situation now; unrequited mating bonds really bring people together, apparently.

You just realised that Lucien is here, celebrating with Eris instead of in Velaris. You look to him confused and ask, "Shouldn't you be in Velaris?" He responds with an immediate retort and a raised brow, "Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing?" Touché.

Cut off by the sound of a cork popping, you guys turn to see Eris uncorking a bottle of wine. He then pulls out two identical ones, branded with the signature Autumn maple leaf. He then somehow fits a bottle each into his almost comedically large wine glasses, also adorned with maple leaves and foxes on the stem.

He brings over the glasses of wine handing one to you and one to Lucien. He raises his glass and goes, "Here's to us. When the mother challenges us, we laugh in her face and keep going. Here's to being misfits and outcasts and being so much better than everyone else." Half the time no one knows what Eris is saying, but you'll drink to it. Everyone in your family has found their mate or person and here you are on Solstice drinking a bottle of wine from a fox glass. How the mother has her ways, maybe fate bribed her to give you a harder time with the amount of times you've defied her over the years.

Solstice wasn't all bad. You laughed and drank with Lucien and Eris. Telling them the story of you and Azriel, drunkenly crying your eyes out with Lucien who responded with his own sad backstory. Eris looking at the two of you crying with a murderous look, when you forgot why you were crying and ran outside to try and domesticate a fox with Lucien on your coattails. You guys had succeeded much to Eris' dismay as he now had an entire den of foxes in his home. Eris only proclaimed it was bedtime when the sun had started to rise. He carried Lucien into bed first, who was much to drunk to protest. Then it was your turn, you insisted you needed no help but he got fed up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He threw you onto your bed and then paused, his eyes glued to your right wrist. You look over to see what had drew his gaze and were shocked to find a stowaway shadow hiding on your wrist. It was the shadow. Immediately you remembered why you were here and felt the part of your that was missing from Azriel's absence. You try shooing it away wanting to send it back, you don't want Azriel to know the state you're in or worse have the shadow tell him about the bond.

"I don't think he controls this shadow anymore. Maybe it's because this is probably his first one." His first shadow? What does that even mean? "His first shadow should have a connection with him on a soul-level. It's basically an external manifestation of himself in it's purest form unlike the rest of the shadows. The first shadows rarely show themself, since they're the ones who called the other shadows in the first place. Not much is known about shadowsingers, but if he's leaving you his first shadow I wouldn't give up hope just yet."

You are about to give a retort, but he cuts you off. "I didn't say don't move on and try to live your life for yourself. Just don't be too closed off when the time comes. Goodnight, princess. I hope you had a good solstice." Eris says as he closes the door of your new bedroom behind him and you drift off to sleep before you could think too much about his words.

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Part 2

[bbysredhearts]

hi mls! divider by @anitalenia

| warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), fingering thinking about newlywed husband!satoru <3

newlywed husband! satoru has been walking in heaven since you got married. you're his wife now, and he's your husband. he hasn't stopped saying it to anyone who will listen (no one will). his coworkers are just glad he was away on honeymoon for the first weeks.

newlywed husband! satoru is horrified when you come home from your very first mission after your honeymoon with an injury! how could he let this happen? to his wife, of all people?

newlywed husband!satoru who, no matter how many times you reassure him that it's just a few scratches, and that you're fine, will not be consoled. and really, you are fine. and it really is just a few scratches, maybe some small bruises here and there. but it's perfectly normal. the only major-ish things are the still bleeding cuts on your arms and your pretty face. newlywed husband! satoru doesn't seem to care, though. he just whines and tells you that he's so sorry as he picks you by your waist and carried you all the way to the kitchen.

newlywed husband! satoru who takes one look at the scratches on your cheeks and forehead and has tears welling up in his eyes. partially because his wife is so pretty (which he hasn't stopped saying since you got married) and partially because he can't believe he could let this happen. you just sigh and roll your eyes at his antics. he'll always be like this. but you can't deny the way your heart melts and your eyes soften when you see his sad stare. he settles you down on the counter and gets on his knees in front of you, kissing the scratches on your face as he moves down and your arms as tears stream down his cheeks. he says he feels betrayed when he hears you giggle at his stupidity.

newlywed husband! satoru also has to make you feel better (you feel fine). and, luckily for him, he knows the perfect way to do it. newlywed husband! satoru who says it's just to "check for any more injuries" when he pulls your pants down your ankles, but ends up eating you out on the counter anyways, his tears mixing in with your juices. newlywed husband! satoru won't stop saying he's sorry while he sucks on your clit, your heels pressed against his back. even if you try to whine out that it's not his fault, you can't make out the words with his long fingers suddenly thrusting inside you without warning.

newlywed husband! satoru who makes you cum, 2, 3, 5 times in his mouth and on his fingers before finally getting up. he just hugs you, face burying in your neck, murmuring in your ear that he'll never let you get hurt again. you and newlywed husband! satoru obviously both know this won't be the last time you get a scratch on a mission, and it won't be the last time he reacts like this. but you don't mind. you love your husband <3

______________ A/N: i really hate this, sorry :( it's my first time here mls

[issues4him]

not to be angsty, but thinking of if you had family issues when you first met blue collar rafe and he spots you one night after you canceled on him last second, to see you marks on you

sahm!reader didn’t grow up with a loving daddy

cw: mentions of physical abuse, reader has a bad relationship with father, they are seventeen (17) in this!! this is when they first started dating

a/n: oh, babe… this hits home.

you’d canceled last minute. you were supposed to go to the movies tonight. but with a simple text—“sorry, i can’t tonight”—and no explanation, you ditched him. and that wasn’t like you. not when the two of you had been inseparable since you met. since that night at the bonfire where rafe offered you the last dr pepper from the cooler and said, “you’re somethin’ else, aren’t you?” with that crooked smile that made your knees weak.

so when he saw you later that night—by complete chance, walking down the street in a hoodie pulled too far over your face—his stomach twisted.

he was on his way to the gas station. he wouldn’t have seen you if you hadn’t crossed the corner under the glow of the streetlight, arms wrapped around yourself, head ducked.

“babe?” he called out, slowing his truck and rolling the window down.

you froze. then looked up. and his heart dropped.

you weren’t crying—but your eyes were glassy. your lip was split. there was the faintest purple blooming just beneath your cheekbone, bleeding into your eye. rafe threw the truck in park. he got out and met you on the sidewalk, hands gentle but firm as he reached for you.

“the fuck happened?” he asked lowly, eyes dark, voice tight. you didn’t answer right away. you looked away. shame rising in your throat like acid. “don’t tell me it was your dad again,” he muttered, jaw already tightening.

you swallowed. “he was drunk. he’s always drunk.”

rafe closed his eyes, just for a second. like he had to breathe through the heat rising in his chest. then he pulled you in—arms wrapping around you tightly, chin resting on the top of your head as he held you there on the side of the damn road.

“you should’ve called me,” he murmured, voice thick. “i would’ve come and got you.”

“i didn’t wanna bother you,” you mumbled, pressing your face to his shoulder.

he pulled back just enough to look at you. not angry—aching. his hands came up to cradle your face, careful not to touch the bruise. “you don’t ever have to deal with that alone, okay? not anymore. you got me now.” you nodded, tears finally spilling. rafe kissed your forehead, then opened the truck door. “c’mon,” he said softly. “let’s get you outta here.”

you climbed in, and he reached over to buckle you in like it was instinct. like taking care of you was second nature. he didn’t even ask where to go. he drove to his place—his mom was working late—and made you sit on the couch while he grabbed ice, a blanket, and one of his sweatshirts. you fell asleep curled up beside him with your cheek on his chest, his heartbeat steady against your ear. and rafe stayed up the whole night.

one arm around you. one hand on your back. eyes locked on the door like he was daring someone to try and hurt you again. he was so pissed, he had to restrain himself from going to your house and knocking your dads teeth in. but from that moment on? you were his. and no one—no one—was ever gonna lay a hand on you again.

[maskedcrawford]

Lips of an Angel

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: After the events of your last meeting Jiyong can't quit thinking about you.

Warnings: Sexual content, mention of death, some more angst

MDNI 18+

A/N: Had no intentions of this turning into a multiple part story, but there will be a part 3. I hope you guys enjoy! Y'all let me know what you think in the comments! Don't forget to like and or reblog if you enjoy!

Part 1

It’s been two months since you and Jiyong met that night. You’ve since left the guy you were with, and quite frankly, you can’t get Jiyong out of your head. If you really sat and thought about it, you could still feel the pressure of his lips on yours, the softness of them. You can see the way he hated to part from you, or at least that’s how it seemed. But you know calling him isn’t in the cards. He’s getting married in 3 days and you won’t do that to him.

Jiyong had gotten home that morning, thankfully before his fiancé woke up. She never knew what happened and Jiyong was sure after a few days things could go back to normal. Except for the part where they couldn’t. He kept thinking of you and how your lips felt against his. How your body felt pressed close to his like it once used to be. He remembered the previous summer where you and him were tangled up in the sheets most mornings, light touches, passionate kisses and the way your bodies perfectly melted together in times of intimacy. It’s not the same with the girl he swears he loves.

-

It's the morning of his wedding, Jiyong is staring in the mirror, he should be excited, thrilled even, to marry the love of his life but he can’t stop thinking about you. Wondering what it would be like if you were walking down the aisle to him. Wondering what you would look like in a white dress standing next to him saying ‘I do’.

He glances at his phone on the table beside the bed. Biting his lip he picks it up and chooses the number that you called from two months ago. He sits there as it rings a few times. He considers it fate that you aren’t answering and just as he’s about the put the phone down your voice cuts through on the other end.

“Jiyong?”

“I need to see you,” he blurts out before he can think.

“You’re getting mar-,” you try to say.

“I know, but I need to see you,” his voice is desperate, partially breathless.

“O-ok,” you say surprised.

“You can meet,” you try to speak again.

“No, not in public. I can be there in 15 minutes.” He says waiting on confirmation. Both of your hearts are going at supersonic speed.

“Yeah, ok,” you say anxiety and excitement lacing together in your voice.

-

There’s a knock on your door, and your breathing is all ready shaky. You open the door to see Jiyong, his eyes glazed over, his suit done up. Your heart physically feels like it hurts. He pushes his way into your apartment and as soon as you shut the door he’s trapping you against it.

“Fuck I’ve been thinking about you,” he says breathlessly before kissing you roughly. His hands cup your cheeks and you put your hands on his arms.

“Jiyong,” you breathe but he doesn’t stop, rather he presses his body to yours against the door, his knee spreading your legs. You can’t help but whimper against his lips and he grunts at the noise. He finally pulls away slightly allowing you both to breathe easier, rather than against each other. Both of your lips are swollen and his eyes are full of desire. Desire like what used to be.

“Jiyong,” you start, your tone warning despite your clear desire for him.

“Tell me to leave, tell me right now and I’ll go.” He says searching between your eyes and you open your mouth but the words don’t come out.

“Stay,” is all you can say and he practically swallows the word as he kisses you again.

Your stomach flips at the way his hands start to roam your body, ghosting his hands over places he used to leave marks on. You involuntarily moan and he smirks against your lips.

“Baby,” you whimper as his hands touch your bare stomach under your shirt goosebumps appearing on your soft skin. Jiyong knows in his mind that this is wrong, but his heart tells him its right.

“I want you,” he says against your neck as bites the sensitive flesh.

“What about your fiancé” you ask tentatively and he stops momentarily.

“You tell me to leave at any point and I’m gone,” is all he can say as he cups your cheeks. Part of you wonders what he’s doing, why he’s doing this. He swore he loved her, so why is he here? What more closure does he need? Will it reopen wounds to have him again? You don’t have time to think about it before his hand in on the waist band of your sleep pants, looking at you for consent. You bite your lip as you nod your head and he slowly moves his hand expertly to where you want it most. You gasp as your eyes shut and he smirks at the effect he has on you.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” he smirks as he watches your face twist in pleasure from his hand. You brace yourself on his shoulders, feeling overwhelmed by his hands. Your hips lightly start to move, wanting more friction but he withdraws his hand, bringing it up to his mouth.

He chuckles darkly as he kisses you again, his tongue pushing its way past your lips, your taste lingering on it. He picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist and he carries you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on your bed. He rips his tie off and discards his shirt and you bite your lip at the sight of his toned body.

He hovers over top of you kissing you again before slowly making his way down discarding the clothing that covers you. He kisses his way up your thighs, electing a yelp out of you when he bites the sweet and delicate flesh of your inner thigh. You can hear him laugh to himself as he gently licks over it.

Jiyong knows he shouldn’t be here, but he’s too busy reveling in the fact that its so easy to be. It’s not work to be with you, it’s not hard, rather it’s almost too easy. It’s too simple to be here and be around you. It’s too simple to between your legs right this very moment.

You gasp as he comes into contact with your body and you archtoward him. His hand comes down onto your lower stomach and gently pushes your body down.

“Lay still, baby,” he says and goes back to working his tongue expertly. Whines and whimpers fill the bedroom as your hands find his hair and your breathing becomes more erratic.

“Fuck baby,” you breathe out as you both make eye contact and you can’t help but feel the heat coil in your belly. Your eyes screw shut as Jiyong notices the way your body is responding his touch and he picks up the pace, causing you to explode. Your eyes roll back into your head as your toes curl and back arches off the bed, breathing heavily as he doesn’t stop until your physically push him away. Your chest heaves up and down as he kisses his way back up to your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a intimate and sloppy kiss, he teasingly touches you again and your body jerks from the stimulation.

“Stop it,” you giggle as he rests his forehead on yours. You push him off you gently and he lays on his back. Slowly you discard the slacks and boxer’s he’s wearing, taking in the sight of his full body. You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight and he smirks.

“You just gonna stare at me?” he teases before you start to tease him with your mouth.

“Oh shit,” he screws his eyes tight and he sucks in a breath. You chuckle at him and before you know it, his noises are now filling the room; moans, whimpers and heavy gasps of air are all music to your ears.

“y/n,” he moans and the sound is enough to make you squeeze your thighs together.

“Fuck that’s new,” he breathes out looking down at you. You make eye contact through your lashes as you work, remembering his body like it was your own. Before long he feels the tight coil in his own stomach, and he’s exploding into your mouth. His body heaves up and down from the intense feeling. The image in front of you, of Jiyong totally drained, legs sprawled out and arms resting on his stomach is one you'll remember. You gently leave open mouth kisses up his torso to his lips, his hands move to your cheek and the back of your neck as he brings you down for a needy and sloppy kiss.

“Do you have protection,” he asks and you nod, reaching over into the beside drawer. You allow him to put it on and he positions you on top.

“Can I tell you something,” he says as he sits up, helping guide your hips.

“Yeah,” you say breathless as your head falls forward on his bare shoulder as your bodies connect together. You both sit like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being one with each other.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, and us, and how life would be if you were the one I was marrying today.” He whispers in your ear. Your eyes grow wide as you suddenly remember he’s getting married; you've been so caught up in the moment you forgot about it momentarily. You also had partially hoped he might have changed his mind after this.

“You’re still gonna do it?” you ask as you slowly roll your hips. He groans against you and kisses shoulder.

“Do what?” You pick your head up from his shoulder, stilling your movements.

“Get married,” you say as you look him in the eyes.

“Oh,” he looks away from your gaze and your feel tears prick your eyes.

“Baby, it’s not that I don’t want to be with you,” he tries to say when he see’s the tears.

“Then what the fuck is this? You’re literally inside of me right now and you’re just gonna,” you stop yourself as you feel the sobs coming. Rather than have the conversation now, you push him down against the bed and take the time to really be with him. If he’s going to leave you, you may as well enjoy what little bit of time you have left.

It’s slow, passionate and careful. He takes his time and so do you, your hands on his chest to help you balance and his hands remain on your hips. He switches positions to be on top, lacing your fingers together in an intimate way that says how he feels about you, that isn't some random fuck for him. The sweet rocking of his body is slow like he’s savoring you, the way you feel, look, sound and even taste. As the two of you reach your final highs, its erotic, the way it sounds when you both do it together. This isn't a goodbye, this is an ‘I love you’.

 He slowly gets up after catching his breath, locking his lips to yours passionately before getting up to put his suit back on.

You watch him, shaking your head in disapproval. He catches a glimpse of you in the full-length mirror in your room and he looks at you.

“Don’t do that,” he mumbles.

“Why not,” you ask, a tinge of pain behind your voice. Tears begin to well up in your eyes. He doesn't answer you.

“You don’t love her, Jiyong.” Your voice is determined, knowing and slightly weak from trying to choke back emotion.

“You can’t tell me who I do or don’t love.”

“The hell I can’t. If you loved her, you wouldn’t even be here. You wouldn’t of just made love to me.” You stand up and walk over to him, meeting his guilt filled gaze.

"I know you, and I remember quite vividly how we used to be, and it was never like that, not even when things were the best between us. It was never that," you pause for a moment, "intimate." He looks at you longingly, like he knows what you mean but won't bring himself to confirm it. You don't need him to though.

“Don’t go to her, you know you don’t want to,” you whisper as you cup his cheeks.

“I have to,” he says quietly, not looking back at you.

“Says who? You? Her?” you search his eyes and he sighs.

“I made a commitment.”

“Ok, so you were wrong.” You say gently.

“Y/n, I have to marry her,” he says pointedly.

“But why, I know you love me, I know you want to be with me.” Your voice is pleading and almost begging; you can’t let it go. Not without understanding why.

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck.

“She’s dying.”

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please please please write angst with a happy ending for natemac i love him so much please

angst? my specialty.

this was the last time you would let him do this to you. it became incredibly clear that what mattered to you, didn't really matter to him. he would forget about date nights, important anniversaries- when you needed him, he would be in the gym or with the guys, not with you.

you packed a bag together; you didn't know how long you would be gone but you needed to get out. the thought of sleeping in the bed with nate made you nauseous. calling up your friend you arranged to sleep on her couch for a couple days until something sorted itself out.

time was a concept at this point. one minute you were packing your bags and it was rush hour traffic, the next you were watching the harry potter series on your friends couch and it was dark outside. it felt nice, though, to not think about nate as bad as that sounds. but as if on cue, you see his name pop up on your screen.

"y/n? where are you at, you're not home?" you bit your lip, your hands shaking while you tried to find the words. it was almost like you were nervous. "everything okay?"

"i'm at emma's house." you responded. he paused on the other end, asking why. his tone made you even more upset, he wasn't even aware of what he had done it seemed.

"you forgot about today, didn't you?" he was silent on the other end. "nate we've had this planned for weeks, i bought these tickets a long time ago, and you forgot." you could feel the tension coming from his side of the phone.

"y/n...you're at emma's? i'll be there in 15 minutes." his words made you nervous. was he going to confess something? make your nightmares come true?

those 15 minutes went by like 15 hours. you were pacing in emma's living room until you saw his headlights pull in the driveway. he didn't waste any time running up to the front door and knocking. emma let you have the space to talk with nate, not wanting to intrude on what might be a hard conversation.

"come in," you opened the door. he walked past you and looked at your suitcase next to her couch, his heart sank a little bit. "listen i-"

"i have a lot of explaining to do." you sit down on the couch and give him the chance to explain himself, mentally preparing for the worst. prepping your heart for the knife it's about to receive. "i've been the worst boyfriend to you."

oh god here it comes.

"i haven't been paying attention to you, i've been pushing you-us- aside and...it's been making everything so hard. this is all my fault. everything it's....it's because of me."

you feel tears well up in your eyes and you take a few hitched breaths, "where were you tonight? if you knew it's your fault, why did you forget about tonight?"

he puts his hands in his pockets and purses his lips. "i was at gabe's, i was talking to him about what to do. i needed advice, someone to tell me what to do on how to fix this."

you keep your still, cold expression. hands tight in your lap as your leg muscles were tensing together. he moves in front of you, dropping to his knees and placing the palms of his hands on your legs softly. "talk to me, please," his breath hitches.

"it has to change, nathan, i can't keep doing this." you let out a cry and almost in an instant his hand is cupping your cheek and wiping the tears away.

"i don't want to keep doing this to you." he admitted. "i'll change, i can't lose you."

he stands up and pulls you into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you, holding you close. he feels your chest shake from crying and he holds you tighter, placing light kisses against your hair, softly apologizing over and over.

you pulled away, placing your hands on his cheeks and kissing his lips softly. "i forgive you, nate. i love you."

[myfandomacademia]

I want to write a Wangxian & Zixuan/Yanli fic from the below prompt idea I had. I like to make Zixuan suffer/squirm in my fics ideas lol.

The premise would probably be in modern day rather than canon time. But it’s essentially a married Zixuan thinks his wife is cheating on him with Lan Wangji (Wei Wuxian’s secret boyfriend because he’s not ready to come out to his entire family yet).

It starts when Zixuan comes back to work unexpectedly and see’s Lan Wangji leaving his home and is wondering who this Adonis man is, a person he has never seen before. When Zixuan asks, Yanli brushes the encounter off which Zixuan finds odd.

Zixuan decides to let the matter rest but his odious cousin approaches him bragging that he caught his plain Jane wife cheating on him, showing him pictures of Yanli eating out with Lan Wangji. Zixuan reluctantly hires a private investigator who brings him pictures of all of Lan Wangji’s encounters with Yanli.

Zixuan is devastated about this potential affair especially because they just had their baby son Jin Ling. He decides to get a second opinion with Jiang Cheng who believes Zixuan is blowing things out of proportion and that his sister is madly in love with him, much to his disgust she would never cheat. Jiang Cheng asks if any of the photos caught any intimate moments, like kissing or long embraces. Only one photo has them intimately hugging, when the investigator followed Lan Wangji once after work. Zixuan manages to convince him slightly with that picture and a picture of them cooking pork and lotus rib soup, a secret Jiang family recipe only shared with people closest to them. Jiang Cheng agrees to stalk Lan Wangji with Zixuan to prove his sister’s innocence.

Unbeknownst to Jiang Cheng and Jin Zixuan, Wei Wuxian is a closet bisexual who is in love with and has been dating Lan Wangji for over a year. He decides it’s time to come out to sister and introduce her to his boyfriend. She of course loves that her brother has shared this with her and accepts Wangji easily into her life. They go out to lunch together and when Wei Wuxian was in the bathroom they were spotted by Zixuan’s cousin, Zixun.

Wangji asks Yanli to teach him how to cook Wei Ying’s favorite meals, and those cooking classes are when Zixuan first saw Wangji leave his house and are the content of most of the private investigator photos.

Zixuan and Jiang Cheng follow Lan Wangji who has a boring and predictable routine, and almost fall asleep several times. Jiang Cheng complains that while Wangji beats Zixuan in looks, he’s so boring and his sister would never fall for a man like him. They continue their stalking sessions, when finally one night he meets a woman who looks suspiciously like Yanli from a distance but they cannot tell because they are too far away. But the couple embrace and then kiss, before the woman clings to Wangji’s side as they walk off together. Jiang Cheng denies that woman is his sister, saying she’s too tall but Zixuan is irrationally heart broken and immediately runs off after them with Jiang Cheng cursing and following his stupid brother in law.

Wangji brings his partner to a beautiful park which has a lotus pond. Zixuan is convinced this is Yanli who also loves lotus and is arguing with Jiang Cheng about confronting them now to get answers. Their argument is interrupted by Wangji getting down on one knee and proposing, Zixuan sees red and runs in to tackle Wangji into the pond yelling at him to stay away from his wife. Wangji and Zixuan wrestle in the shallow water as a startled Lan Wangji starts fighting back. Suddenly a scream of “what the fuck, get off my fiancé” comes from a familiar voice as he is pulled off of Wangji and thrown back into the pond.

“Lan Zhan are you alright.” the woman fusses over his fiancé and pats him down checking for any injuries. The couple turns and are shocked to see that the man who tackled Wangji is Yanli’s husband.

“Peacock!?” exclaims the man, dressed as a woman currently, something he tends to do from time to time. Zixuan stares up at the couple and begins to look closely at the woman at Wangji’s side with dread as he recognizes his brother in law, Wei Wuxian.

Zixuan is stunned, and doesn’t move from his spot in the water just watching Wangji and apparently his brother in law in front of him, trying to understand the situation he got himself into.

“Why are you here!? And why did you tackle Lan Zhan into the Lotus pond.” Wuxian demands.

The questions shock Zixuan back into reality and his face turns into a tomato as he begins stammering explanations.

“Well-I-and then Wangji in my house-on dates with Yanli-but it was you”

Exhausted, Zixuan just continues to stammer an apology. And then rats out that Jiang Cheng came with him causing the couple to turn to Jiang Cheng’s hiding spot who comes out with a scowl on his face and stomps over to them yelling at Zixuan that he was right and that of course his sister would never cheat, before double taking at his brother in woman’s clothes standing next to Lan Wangji.

Jiang Cheng is stunned but quickly turns to anger of his brother keeping such a big secret from him. He uses his anger to mask his hurt.

Wei Wuxian explains that it wasn’t personal and he was just worried about how his family would react because Madam Yu didn’t look favorably on anyone who differed from the norm. He also tells Jiang Cheng how he just recently told Yanli and was planning to tell him and Uncle Fengmian next. Jiang hugs Wuxian and tells him he’ll always be his brother.

After the brother bonding moment, Wei Ying goes back to lecturing Zixuan for ruining his proposal, making him even more embarrassed. Jiang Cheng tells at him to get out of the lotus pond, and Zixuan walks out with and begs his in-laws not to tell Yanli about this incident. The brothers glance at each other and begin grinning realizing they have something on Zixuan now and start rubbing him.

Lan Wangji interrupts asking Wei Ying for his answer since they were interrupted before he could respond. He leaps into Wangji’s arms with an enthusiastic yes and they kiss. Jiang Cheng and Zixuan congratulate the couple and Jiang Cheng tells Wangji he can already tell he’ll be the better brother in law compared to Zixuan.

It ends with Jiang Cheng at WangXian’s wedding with this story being his part of his speech on how he met his brother’s husband and interrupted their proposal and it was all Zixuan’s fault. Yanli starts giggling, this being the first time she is hearing this story.

[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[webism]

pornstar!toji who is known for being easy with his scenes. he's there for a good fuck and an even better paycheck: it doesn't matter who, or where, or how... if he's being paid he will do it. he doesn't mind getting nasty, and so he's often booked for more exotic scenes. he fucks good, and he fucks a lot.

pornstar!toji who is strapped for cash one week after an unfortunate loss on the horses, and takes the first scene offered to him. a vanilla fuck with a new-to-the-scene pornstar with potential... at least that's what his agent, shiu, tells him. he's confused on what potential he's hinting at until he rocks up ten minutes late to the shoot and lays eyes on you, already naked and on the stage bed. you have a look to you that makes a man like toji feel obliged to drop to his knees.

pornstar!toji who is already harder than he has been in a long time when shiu clarifies that when he called you 'new to the scene' he meant it: this is your first porn shoot. and though you're not a virgin, toji has the honour of taking your first time on camera... and god does he love the thought.

pornstar!toji who is greeted with a small smile and a soft 'hello' from you, shy beneath his gaze as if you aren't naked and soon to be stuffed full of his cock. he watches your eyes shift, from his piercing eyes to his beautifully scarred lip to the gorgeous tone of his body, all the way down to his awfully large cock. he can tell you're nervous, worried about taking all of him on film.

pornstar!toji who isnt good with gentle comforts, but still wants you to feel at ease with him. so, despite his instructions for a simple fuck scene, toji attacks you with deep kisses first, gets you used to the burning heat of his body against yours. and when you're melted enough against his skin he trails down and eats you out for a long twenty minutes. production would try and stop him, but he's already tipsy on your taste and the moans leaving your lips are, frankly, made for porn.

pornstar!toji who revels in the way your back arches off the mattress—he'd accuse you of putting on a show for the cameras if your hips weren't bucking up against his face in an almost primal need. he can taste it on you, the genuine lust, the way you drip wet on his tongue and still grab at his hair for more. and when he gives you more—when he finally slips his cock into you—he can't help himself from groaning out something needy. he's the silent type, letting his costar take center stage, but god can he not keep quiet feeling your walls wrapped around him.

pornstar!toji who has never had an issue with porn before, but with your legs wrapped around his waist, your eyes locked onto his as he pumps in and out of you with white hot need, he finds he hates the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. he's not a possessive man, he shouldn't feel this way, but he does. even the watchful stares of the cameramen piss him off, and he finds his hips moving faster and his cock nestling deeper inside of you just to show them that he's the one pleasing you.

pornstar!toji who can't help but kiss you as you both cum in unison. he ruins the shot, the cameras cant see your orgasm face when he's swallowing your moans like they're sweet wine. he's surprised his pay doesn't get cut for it.

when pornstar!toji does get paid, it's the first cheque in a very long time that he doesn't blow the same night it comes through. because he doesn't have time to go out and waste his money: he's at home fucking his fist to the film you made together and mentally degrading himself for being so pussy whipped. he strokes himself in time with his own thrusts in the video, and tries so desperately to recall your taste on his tongue, but its fruitless. he's agitated and sexually frustrated and keeps reloading your personal pages to see if you've filmed with anyone since him.

pornstar!toji who becomes so lost in his own mind that he starts turning down shoots with other actors—shoots with good pay. he's done everything under the sun, done all the hardcore porn and weird fetish content but now that he's gotten a fresh taste of plain passion sex with you, he can't stomach anything else. he'd say your name, he knows it—and it doesn't help that he hasn't been able to reach orgasm for a week without thinking of you.

pornstar!toji who, after three weeks of pure misery, decides to make a move. he doesn't do dates or romantic nights on the town. he doesn't do flowers or sweet nothings or eye contact even, but he finds himself contacting shiu and threatening the poor man in hopes of your real name, your address, anything.

and you, late one evening fucking yourself on your fingers to the brink of frustrated tears because they're not his cock. even more disgruntled when theres a pounding knock at your front door, and after cleaning yourself up a little you swing it open to find pornstar!toji stood in the rain outside. and you can only take him in—his heavy build and desperate eyes—before he's crashing his lips against yours, walking you into your own home and kicking the door shut behind him.

[elysianightsss]

Something something becoming an accidental prostitute for Simon lol.

Hear me out though, you’re at a bar. You’re making out, you’ve had a little too much to drink. Not enough to be completely gone like you’re sure Simon is but enough to be making out with a stranger.

Then you’re back in his truck, he’s practically begging for you to let him fuck you and you say no. You ‘don’t do that type of shit, one night stands and all that’ you say. Simon’s next thing is to beg for a blowjob, you again say no. ‘Part of the boyfriend package’ blah blah blah.

Then Simon delivers his final offer. He is so desperate he offers to pay for a handjob, he cringes after the words come out of his mouth thinking you’d be offended. But to his surprise you say yes. You need the money, and want him to feel good so why the heck not.

And it’s the best damn handjob he’s had in his life.

He drives you home and soon enough after a few days he’s at your door offering more money for another handjob. You feel a little dirty but when his calloused hand slides up your thigh and his hot breath is fluttering on your neck, the feeling fizzles away into something else.

Seeing him come undone with just your touch drives you wild, it becomes increasingly difficult not to do more for him. So when Simon comes over again, this time you kneel in front of him watching as his dark eyes widen when your knees hit the ground.

And just like your handjobs, it’s the best damn blowjob he’s ever had in his life. All sloppy and filthy, not like he imagined but so much better.

You don’t ask for anything but after Simon has kissed you goodbye -(after he’s done begging to let him make you cum)- you turn to find a stack of cash on the coffee table, almost double the amount he’d given for the handjob.

It’s not long after that, that you give in and let him spend hours between your thighs. He even pays you for that, mumbles into your cunt that it’s just as good as your lips around his cock as he ruts his hips into the mattress. You don’t see it until later, long after he’s left, but there is a triple stack of cash on your nightstand.

A day later you receive a text from him saying he’ll be gone for a couple of weeks on work but he can’t wait to see you when he’s back. You feel a strange fluttering sensation in your tummy that makes you feel sick. You thought Simon was the type to hide his feelings and be more stoic and blunt so seeing that message from the hulking giant has your stomach in knots.

It stays that way, you can’t rid the feeling so much so that when he finally shows up at your door you tell him whatever it is between you had to end. It was certainly not the welcome Simon was expecting after dealing with a gruelling mission with nothing but men for weeks on end. He feels something snap in his mind and suddenly he’s throwing you on the bed, gripping your jaw, brown eyes glaring into yours as he speaks, “I’m not goin nowhere sweet’art.”

You ‘fight’ with him blah blah blah but let’s get real you let him finger fuck your pussy until you go cross eyed. You let him fuck you into the mattress until you can barely remember your own name. You let him kiss your neck until the sun starts to rise. And you let him pull your body into his as you both drift off to sleep together.

In the morning you hear the envelope, heavy with weight to it, placed down on your nightstand. Then Simon kisses your forehead and whispers he’ll be back later to take care of you.

Then, the money stops appearing but he’s still fucking you. Soon the rent is paid in cash by an anonymous ‘good samaritan’. And before you know it, you’re waking up with a glittering diamond on your wedding finger and a swollen belly that moves when Simon says I love you.

[eraserbread]

Obsessed with your Nanamin ♡ Also obsessed with the idea of our boy being a virgin before he meets his wife so she's his one and only. Wow I wish he was real.

hi anon <3 here's virgin nanami to help soothe the soul. i, too, wish he was real. love u.

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four weeks into dating, and kento's barely even grazed your hand. it's not that he doesn't like you, because he does a little too much. you're all he thinks about -- all he pines and stews over when he's alone.

you two met in the odd space between high school and the thought of university where nanami was finally feeling the toll sorcery was taking on him, only going out once a week to drink his guilt away. it’s there, at dinner with co-workers that he meets you — a mutual friend of his desk mate who had a little too much to drink one night.

now, nineteen-year-old nanami was not the nicest. he drank and spent his sleepless nights staring at walls, begging for a reason, or just purpose.

he has terrible insomnia because he sees the ones he lost to curses every time he closes his eyes. it’s why he left sorcery in the first place. he’s not strong. he’s barely capable of keeping his own head up. call it teenage angst, but nanami will call it his burdensome state.

eighteen year old you was full-spirited and beautiful. you always had friends begging to go out drinking and partying. that year was a whirlwind of nasty hookups, terrible hangovers and love-lust. safe to say, you and kento were complete opposites.

all that to say — opposites do attract, and nanami's been obsessed with you ever since that fateful drunken night.

it was one particular morning date over two cups of strong coffee that you finally poke a little further than the stupid childhood stories and plans for the future. you want him to touch you.

"i won't lie, i've been waiting for you to touch me this whole time." it feels embarrassing to finally say out loud, but you didn't know how many more hints you had to give him.

he stills over his sip of coffee, vibrant hazel eyes going stagnant. you can tell you finally got him -- you sparked a reaction.

that day, as soon as he gets you home, he's pushing you on the bed. nanami's all heavy breaths as he crawls over you in the afternoon light, biting over his bottom lip as he meets your gaze.

"i'll try and be gentle..." he whispers before sliding down and tucking his head under your loose t-shirt. kento fits so perfectly there, purring against your warmth as he kisses up your stomach, lips finding their home against your lower sternum.

you're blushed down to your toes, rocking your knees together under kento's lanky frame. he's got you on lock, left hand finding your wrist against his sheets to hold you there.

you've never been this intimate. he's closer to your heart than you are.

"can you breathe down there?" you whisper, breathing harder when you feel him drag to your left nipple.

"mhm." he responds, vibrating the entirety of your body. he gives your nipple a little experimental lick, stopping to gauge your whining reaction. "breathin' you."

"fuck, kento."

he's blushing so fucking hard when he comes out from under your shirt, golden hair ruffled with static. it gives you something adjacent to cuteness aggression, you just want to kiss him already.

it's missionary that first time -- he hovers over you like a angel, pretty eyes screwed shut as the tip of his cock drags slowly through your slit. it's driving you crazy, all this build-up, but nanami can't stop. he fucking loves the way touching you like this felt, this was enough.

"you won't... it's not gonna hurt me, just do it. put it in." it's your final, desperate plea for more, but he's too caught in his head. he shakes it.

"i can't... i can't cause i'm gonna - I'll finish." he's tucking his cheek into his shoulder, whining low as he guides his tip across your entrance. it dips so perfectly there like it's meant to fit, but he just doesn't do it.

it's actually starting to get annoying.

deep down you have an inkling he doesn't really know what he's doing. but, it's okay because neither do you. you know that his lips on your sternum felt good, but the thought of his body inside of yours felt even better.

you just wanted him to take you. you've never wanted something more.

you whine. "nanami, what are you so afraid of?" you try, snaking hand up his naked back to the base of his neck. he shivers hard at your touch but he loves it.

"don't wanna... oh, baby..." he murmurs when your fingers find the tension knot just at the base, using strong fingers to massage over it. "just don't wanna hurt you."

"the only thing that'll hurt me is if you leave. just don't leave me," you pull him close, hugging both arms around the back of his neck.

"so, just put it in... please, please please."

[sai-int]

fwb!simon, reader catches feelings- NO. FWB!SIMON BUT SIMON CATCHES FEELINGS. [ pt 2 ]

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it's quite simple.

simon comes home from a mission, he's restless, twitching, pacing, can't figure out what to do with his hands.

so what does he do? he knocks on your door, waiting anxiously until you open it and he's scooping you up, hauling you across the hall and into his basically empty apartment, and fucking you into the mattress for the night.

and you're just so good at taking it—whatever he gives you and whenever he gives it. you cry, whine, beg and plead for his cock in all the ways you know how—until you go blue in the face—and simon fucking revels in it. he's all harsh words and degrading names, calling you a filthy slut, his cocksleeve, a fucking cumdump—you name it, he's probably said it.

it's perfect, until it's not.

he's spent months fucking you stupid, night after night. he fucks you even when he's not restless. he fucks you when he's bored, when he's lonely. especially when he's lonely.

simon riley's a gridlocked man. hardly anything ever gets past him, but it didn't take many rendezvous between your thighs for him to forget that.

his mask would come fully off—not just above his lips—and you'd still kiss him breathless, still scream his name until your throat went hoarse. you weren't afraid of everything underneath. if anything, you liked it.

It's not like the both of you frequently exchanged actual conversations, but he could tell by the way you dripped and soaked his sheets even more than you ever had.

after that, he even began to gather enough courtesy to let you get some rest after he fucks you, letting you stay wrapped in his sheets for whatever sliver of the night was left.

you never pushed, and that's what he liked most about you. you always went by his terms because you never really cared as long as you got fucked six ways from sunday.

so, you always left when he woke without a problem. that was the arrangement and you were more than fine with getting a good fuck only a few steps away from your own home.

then even you began to notice the shift.

simon could never fuck you badly, per se. but he began to fuck you more softly. tenderly, as if he was suddenly aware that humans shouldn't be bent in half as long he's had you pinned underneath him in the past. he'll rock his hips into you with similar fervor, but he'd caress you, rather than grab at you. hold your forehead to his, rather than choke you with his thick hands.

then came the praise. god, it's like fucking a completely different man. from one week to the next, you're no longer a slut or a hole, you're pretty girl and angel. it makes your head spin. you try to pinpoint the change and why it happened, but you can't. somehow, you cum twice as hard now.

it all came to an ugly head when he spent the better part of 2 hours between your thighs, moaning and groaning as if you were doing him a service.

now, you weren't going to complain, but love just wasn't in the cards for you right now, and the looks simon was giving you from where he lapped at your cunt were filled with adoration, like he was waiting for you to tell him how good he was doing.

hell, you could see a phantom tail wagging each time his eyes met your own. and after a session that felt more like making love than an explosion of pure lust, you could feel his eyes lingering on you as you slipped your panties back on.

"what?" you hum, not wanting to face him in fear you'd see that godforsaken look in his eyes again.

and you were right, because he's staring at you like he's about to drop to one knee. "nothin'."

you toss your shirt back over your head and steel yourself as you turn to face him.

"simon," you start and he's already hanging on your words, "what's going on with you lately? i don't mean to sound rude but—"

this is it, he thinks. it has to be now, or nothing will change. he's not a religious man, but if he's ever prayed to god for anything, it's for this to become something real.

"'m in love with ya."

one blink, then two. two to three, three to four. you stare at him as you try to piece together what he's saying.

"simon, i don't think you understand—"

"—i do. i do understand and i want ya, bad. so bad, i can't even stop thinkin' bout ya, sweetheart. even when y'not 'ere im thinkin' about ya. everything about y'is perfect, and i don't think i can function without y'with me."

this is the most emotion you've ever seen out of simon and it rocks you to your core. if you didn't know better—and if the lighting wasn't so dim—you'd think he was tearing up.

you didn't know how to break it to him.

[rosegolden13]

Princess Treatment w/ John Price

His workaholic habits do not stop after he leaves base to come home to you...

We already know he's opening up every damn door for you. He has the magical skill of knowing when doors need a push or a pull so he never fails to laugh when you pull a push door. "Tha's why you shoulda left it to me, love. Stubborn thing, you are." He'll reach over your head to push the door open for you, plopping a kiss to your hair while he does.

His masculinity does not get in the way of holding your purse for you whenever you're out together, his big bear hands wrapped around the handle of your little black purse.

He refuses to let you carry your own luggage, doesn't care if it takes him multiple trips to get both of your bags into the hotel or rental house. He'll get all exasperated if you insist on helping. "You had a long drive. Lemme handle it, pet." (even though he's the one that drove...)

There's nothing he loves more than ordering for you at a restaurant. His voice is filled with an unreasonable amount of pride when he says "And for the missus..." before telling the waiter your order.

Speaking of food, if you ever eat anything that needs cutting or even doctoring up, expect him to jump in. "Now, now, doll, you know tha's my job." He'll tsk and gently take the knife from you to cut your steak into bitesize pieces or to butter your roll. Yes, he will go as far as to bring the fork up to your lips and feed you if you don't put up a fuss.

He will absolutely pay for your manicure and then coo when you offer him your hand to show off your new nails. "Real pretty, love... Don't go chippin' 'em now. Come sit."

Price always sets up a nice place for you on the couch or bed, blanket at the ready and pillows right where you like them. "Come on now, Mrs. Price." He'll pat the spot next to him like one would for a dog. Of course, he likes it best when he can be your pillow and personal heater (that man is always warm, always) but sometimes he's got to find a way to coax his little love into his arms and away from chores.

Naturally, he will swat your hands away when you bend down to tug on your heels or tie your sneakers. He'll crouch down to place your foot on his bent knee, patting your calf firmly and leaning in to press a kiss to your ankle once he's done.

If you nick yourself while shaving, he'll level you with a disapproving stare and then insist that he do it for you next time. After all, he has plenty of experience with keeping his facial hair so tidy. "Can't have my woman hurtin' herself, now can I?" You bet your bottom dollar he's using his fancy razors and shaving creams on you, extra delicate to make sure he doesn't mar your skin.

He's terrified to smoke around you after you coughed one (1) time and now he only will take his cigars out on the back porch or in his office with the window open. If you come in, he'll snuff it out asap and usher you out of the room, shushing your protests.

I'll probably eventually add a part two cuz soft Price is everything to me hehe... Can you tell my standards are ridiculously high?? Also, does anyone have an accent writing guide for TF-141?? I am painfully American.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The way Nanami subtly doms you

Tags: dom!Nanami x fem!Reader, sub!Reader, dom/sub relationship, NO age regression, sub space.

An: yeah idk i feel like nanami’s very subtle with his domming style, but i see shiu kong as full on dom.

• Nanami isn’t the type to flex his dominance over you. He doesn’t have to be rude or degrading to drive the point home. You know exactly when he gives you that look, it means to behave. His hazel eyes cut in your direction, and his eyebrow raises ever so slightly, like he’s amused by your disobedience. However, he doesn’t smile — doesn’t reward bad behavior.

• “Want to say that again?”, “Language.”, “Didn’t I tell you no pouting?” when you’re being a brat and mouthing off. bonus points if he’s pulling his tie away from his neck and slowly wrapping it around his palm.

• It’s simple, but he gives you his hoodies or coats to wear when you’re out and about. He likes seeing his clothes encompassed your body, and he enjoys that everyone will immediately be able to tell just whose you are.

• Speaking of clothes, Nanami’s not the type to tell you when you can and can’t wear something. He’s confident in his abilities to keep you safe, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make suggestions. “Are you sure about the skirt, sweetheart? I don’t want your legs getting cold.”

• He takes great care of you in an inconspicuous manner. He’ll adjust your clothes on you, buttoning up your top or gently fixing your unruly hair. He’ll throw your towel and pajamas (that he picked out for you) in the dryer when you’re in the shower, so they are all warm and cozy for you when you get out.

• Nanami is also the type to set a pretty firm bedtime for you. He knows how much you like to stay up and how ill you get in the mornings if you hadn’t had a minimum of 8 hours of rest. So, he sets you on a pretty strict bedtime schedule and routine. Don’t worry. He’s there every night to cuddle you to sleep.

• Insistent that you hold his hand while you two are out. He knows how distractible you are, and it eases his mind when your palm rests in his.

• The way he talks can throw you straight into a more submissive headspace, and he knows it too. He doesn’t do it often, but when he notices you getting too stressed or burnt out, he’ll immediately start with the dom talk, “My baby needs a break, doesn’t she?” He’ll coo and pull you into his lap, and when you inevitably lean into his touch, “There she is. Did my baby miss me?”

• Nanami sees it as a gentlemanly thing, but it could also be seen as another form of domming. He doesn’t let you touch a single door handle if he’s with you, and you best believe he’s walking on the outside. You’re tucked beside him on the inside of the sidewalk. He’ll also never let you hold a shopping bag. No, he does not care that he’s holding a bunch of Victoria’s Secret and Ulta bags. He pays for everything. If your car needs gas, Nanami fills it up.

• On the off chance that you two are out, and he’s not right beside you, all he has to do is curl his finger and point at the ground in front of him to let you know that he wants you to come to him, and you better do as you’re told.

• The king of giving simple stern instructions. “Look at me.” “Speak up, baby.”, “Come here, now.”, “Give me a kiss.”, “Ask nicely.”

• Nanami will sit on the couch, spread his legs, and pat his knee when he wants you to sit on his lap. He doesn’t even have to give simple instructions for that.

• Even while he does all this, he respects your independence, autonomy, and intelligence. Let’s bffr rn he’s your biggest supporter in everything you do. He’s so in love with you because he knows how smart and hard working you are. He’s so damn lucky that he gets to be the man to pamper you and ease your weary mind. He loves being that safe space for you, so you can just relax, lean on him, and just be you.

[koling2345]

Retired Simon| NSFW

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Retired! Simon who: Signed the papers to retire as soon as your daughter was born. He wouldn't risk his daughter growing up without a father and you becoming a widow. Never.

Retired! Simon who: Got a job in construction, it was nothing much, quite simple compared to what he'd already had in the army. What he had to do was more related to manual labor. Which he was already used to.

Retired! Simon who: Always came home at six, all tired and sweaty from an exhausting day's work. Working as a construction helper wasn't easy, but for someone who had already worked in much worse situations, it seemed like a piece of cake.

Retired! Simon who: Loved the feeling of coming home, and seeing you and his daughter waiting for him, you with a smile on your face, and the little girl speaking some gibberish, and making loud noises when she saw her father. It was a little piece of heaven on earth.

Retired! Simon who: Was crazy about your food, there was nothing better than coming home and smelling the food you made, it made his stomach rumble. That's why you always made extra food, because he ate like an elephant, literally, you could fill his plate, and he would repeat it. He just loved your food.

Retired! Simon who: Didn't take long to acquire a sweet tooth, your desserts just ruined him. Even if he ate more than enough at dinner, there was always more room for whatever dessert you made. Cake? Oh, he'd eat half the cake in one day, especially if you put icing on it. From time to time, he would eat your sweets and steal your chocolate from the fridge. So it was no surprise when you shouted 'Simon Riley' around the house. He already knew the crime he'd committed, and he wasn't the least bit sorry.

Retired! Simon who: Absolutely adored coming home to hear your little girl talking, she still struggled to pronounce the right words, but Simon made an effort to understand the little princess, even if she said silly childish things. Since she was always complaining about how tiring her day was, that she did a lot of things. She'd only put her toys back in the toy box.

Retired! Simon who: Loved it when you'd bring him lunch at work, it was a good excuse to chat with you during his break. As well as stealing a few kisses from you. Sometimes even something more.

Retired! Simon who: No matter how tired he was, he always put your little girl to sleep, telling her her favorite princess story, watching as she slowly fell asleep. Every time Simon saw his daughter sleeping so peacefully, he felt his heart flutter. It was a view he would never be tired of.

Retired! Simon who: Helped you with the housework, hated you being overwhelmed, so he washed the dinner dishes, put the clothes in the wash, prepared a bath for you. He himself would rather die of exhaustion than see you doing too many chores. He was your husband, so he always helped you. He always put you first, even if he arrived completely exhausted. It was nothing much, just him being a descent husband, as you deserved.

Retired! Simon who: Sometimes he came home so tired, all he wanted was a good head, his body was so sore, all he wanted was to sit on the sofa and let you do the work, getting down on your knees and deep- throat him. Just the way he loved it, his cock shoved into your mouth, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat, while you looked up at him, eyes filling with tears, you obeyed his words of encouragement, always taking him deeper. Until you choked, and he pushed deep into your throat.

Retired! Simon who: Always gave you rewards after a well-delivered oral, this consisted of waking you up with him right between your legs, head buried between your thighs while he lapped you up. Sucking your clit really hard, just to hear you wake up, moaning and whimpering that you were sensitive. Not that he was going to stop, because he was working on you even more.

Retired! Simon who: Loved the lazy sex sessions in the morning, he loved seeing you all sensitive and sly, taking his cock so well, even though you were drunk with sleep. Sometimes he'd just turn you over and put his cock in your sopping cunt, because he knew you were always ready for him. You were made for him, after all.

Retired! Simon who: Was a complete slut for you, could never keep his hands off you, sometimes even at work he would ask for photos, so he could jerk off and relieve a little of his stress. And he would definitely fuck you hard when he got home.

Retired! Simon who: Also loved having romantic sex with you, having you on his lap while you rode his cock, slowly, at your own pace. His hands on your hips while the two of you kissed, whispering sweet nothings to each other. He liked it so much, he couldn't feel your pussy clenching around his girth, he'd come just like that. Your fault for doing it so well.

Retired! Simon who: Never thought he wanted to have a big family, until you got pregnant. After your first child, he certainly wanted more, of course, if you wanted them too. And given the countless times he's taken you around the house, it wouldn't be a surprise if you turned up pregnant once again.

Retired! Simon who: Wouldn't trade anything, absolutely anything, for his family. As much as he loved his old job, nothing was better than coming home, warm food, a sweet little girl, and a beautiful wife, that was priceless. And he'd be crazy to let that go.

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Hi guys! Sorry for disappearing, I'm just posting to let you know I'm alive. If I manage to post anything in the next few days, it's scheduled, I won't be able to answer comments or questions, I'm in my college exam week 😐. I'm totally cooked🫠, so I should only be around for the next week! I'm not ignoring anyone, I promise to reply as soon as I can 🫶🏻

[merakidoll]

best friend dad könig had you bent like a pretzel in the passenger seat of a very expensive car. your toes touched the cool window, while your dress was bunched up leaving you out in the open. your knees touched your shoulders, and your nails dug into the leather. “now it’s coming back to you” his rough voice said slapping your pussy then thumbing his way between your folds. köngi drove widely on the empty highway. his sports car sweerving throughout the lanes as he rushed to get back to his home. “you get around my daughter and forget sweet pea” biting your lip, you withheld your moan.

his thick fingers entering you fucking you roughly. könig finally looked to were you sat and smirked at you. “say sorry” he moved his eyes to the road then back to you quickly, scissoring his fingers into your cunt and groaning at the how wet you were. “m-m’sorryyyy” your hole clenched around him, clit throbbing and köngi knew what would follow moment after, so he took his fingers out of you and went back to tumbing over your clit teasingly.

“had plans to spoil my pretty girl tonight. kiss her, eat her pretty pussy, all because we had the house to ourselves and you’ve been so fuckin good for daddy. but of course you fuck. that. up” with each word he delivered a slap to your pussy, basking in your whimpers and murmurs of sorry. “ghost telling me that you were at a club sweetheart? that’s not what i expected as i cooked dinner waiting for you”as he spoke, eyes focused on the road, he slowly pushed two fingers back into you moving them slowly, just feeling your gussy walls wrap around his digits. “then you wear this baby? looking so pretty - but for who?” turning to you he sped up a little, watching you be seconds away from breaking.

your body shook, slob pooling for the side of you mouth and your eyes felt heavy. you tummy was tense, the feeling of your orgasm so close. “who?” he said again, sterner and louder making you jump and squeal clenching down. “YOU!” you cried as you no longer withheld it. squirt came out of you, as you still cried saying sorry. köngi chuckled evilly taking his fingers out and slapping your wet soppy cunt, knowing it would overstimulate you; to which it did.

all you could do was shake and cry. incoherent words failing to making sense to the mean man who had a smile on his face as he continued to play with your puffy tired pussy, all the way home.

[szasfuckingwife]

fwb!Sukuna who wakes up to an empty bed the next morning. Something was different when you guys had sex. It felt deeply personal, too personal. And that feeling, to you, is abnormal. Maybe it’s the way he cradled you or when he kissed your ear. Or maybe when he was reminding you how beautiful you were whilst thrusting inside you.

‘…I scared her off..’, Sukuna thought before sighing and starting his day.

fwb!Sukuna who is genuinely floored when he sees you kiss your boyfriend later that week. The way you’re smiling and laughing at him. And your boyfriend is none the wiser. He knew that it was just sex, but something in him thought maybe this time you would leave him. Maybe you would leave him for-

“Kunaaa! There you are!” Sukuna turns to see his ‘girlfriend’. She pouts up at him, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says as he carries her bag He watches as you and your boyfriend walk off hand in hand. Sukuna’s girlfriend is still talking about her day but all he can think about is how he’d much rather hear about yours. How he’d like you to stroke his hair. How he’d like to have dinners with your family.

“…Kuna? You listening to me?”

He turns around to her.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

fwb!Sukuna who feels like he’s going crazy with how he feels about you. Because, lowkey, you don’t deserve him, you deserve better. Realistically, no one is gonna have marriage plans with the guy that’s said to have had the highest bodycount in the team.

“Bro, just talk to her. You won’t get any answers here..” Toji says to him, carrying his duffel bag as they walk home from practice.

Sukuna sighs, “Fuck that. I’m not gonna go to her dorm and tell her to leave her boyfriend. She loves that guy-”

“She wouldn’t be fucking you if she loved him. She wouldn’t have been playing footsies or whatever the fuck you called it under the table. She likes you, grow the fuck up.” Toji turns to face Sukuna. “Anyways, I gotta pick up my girl.”

“The Fushiguro girl?” Sukuna grins as Toji rolls his eyes and gets in his car.

fwb!Sukuna who knocks on your dorm room later that night. You open, clad in your hoodie and shorts, rubbing your eye with a pout.

“It’s so late, this better be good..”

Sukuna sighs and walks in. He had to do this, he can’t hold it in any longer, “Who the fuck is your boyfriend? Like seriously, where the fuck did he come from?”

You glare at him before scoffing, “He’s not my boyfriend, we’re talking though.”

“Talking?” He looks at you with a raised brow.

“Yes, talking.” You answer before sitting on your bed. “Why?Jealous?”

Sukuna looks at you and sighs before getting on his knees in front of you and pulling at your shorts but then, your hands stop his and he looks up at you. “No. But you seem like you don’t like him..”

“No-”

Sukuna eyes you, “No?”

“For God’s sake, why are you repeating everything I say? I said no. Why are you even here?! You’re not gonna try fuck me and not communicate you always do this. I’m not giving it to you unless you talk to me.” You hide your smirk.

God, you were making this incredibly hard for him. He sighed and stroked his hair, “Well, I like you. More than a friend.”

You stare at him, prompting him to go on. “And…I don’t like seeing you with other guys. Especially…Especially when I know I can treat you better..”

“Why now? We’ve been friends for ages..” The words come out of your mouth send him thinking.

“I guess I’ve always felt it. I was just scared. Of ruining our friendship….of the thought of commitment. But I’m ready now. I swear-”

Your lips crash onto his and he instantly hold your head, guiding you into a passionate kiss. His hands are on you, clawing their way up your shirt. Cold fingers grazing over your nipples.

“Turn around…” He says in between kisses. Naturally, you do as he says as you get on all fours. Sukuna helps you out of your hoodie and slips your shorts down. His fingers meet his tongue before going underneath your underwear, rubbing your clit.

“I missed you, y’know…” He whispers, kissing the side of your face. But it feels so good, you just nod.

He’s so hard he barely thinks of pulling your panties off, he just moves them to the side and slides in. “…ffucckk…” You moan out. Involuntarily, you turn around to see his face and see a grin plastered on his face, “…Fuck you, Sukuna..”

He chuckles before pounding into you, if it was anyone else he’d bee all dainty and slow. But he knows you can take it. And you do. You feel his hands on you again, one on your hip, the other holding your back down. It’s so slutty, you think. But you couldn’t care less.

And when Sukuna sees you edging forward, his palm comes down on your ass hard, “Fuckin running from me…? Hm?”

“N-No…” You cry out as you grip the blankets.

“No..??” He thrusts even deeper, “Then, take it. It’s all yours..”

What happened next feels like a scene from a movie. Sukuna sees your phone illuminate and sees the name of your ‘boyfriend’ on the screen. “Just my luck…”

“Sukuna, no-” He shoves his fingers in your mouth and answers.

There’s a pause, a moment of silence before he speaks. “Hello? Y/N? Yeah, I got those movie ticke-”

“Yeah…she won’t be needing them anymore, bud…” Sukuna breathes into the phone.

“Who…Who is this..?”

“I’m fucking busy. Tell him, baby…” He takes his fingers out and passes you the phone and you try your best to conceal your moans but you’re quite unsuccessful.

You hear the three beeps meaning he hung up and you slap Sukuna’s thigh, “You’re actually such a dick.”

You feel his tongue on your neck, “Yeah, you love it though..”

Bf!Sukuna who walks around campus, hand in hand with you. Funnily enough, neither of you have seen your ‘ex’. You still feel bad but he couldn’t care less. Because now he has you.