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vivwritescrappythings · 2 days ago

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never have i ever

frankie morales x fem!reader

your childhood best friend Ben takes you on a beach trip with him and his friends from the army. you and Frankie seem to get along like a house fire.

a/n: Written for @yxtkiwiyxt Kiwi’s Never Have I Ever challenge (open til March 1). Thank you so much for tagging me in this, it brought me out of my writing slump!

tw: fem reader, afab reader, drinking, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, dubcon, poor excuse for including he speaks Spanish, reader has hair long enough to grab, first Frankie fic so he may be poorly written, not proofread.

word count: 5.5k

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The cool breeze carried the briny scent of the ocean, making the fire flicker as you stared into it. The bright light felt like it was burned into your corneas, but you couldn’t look away as it twisted and danced before you. You were already more than a few drinks in, your body warm and languid as you settled into the patio chair.

You blinked, your gaze swept over the thinning circle of people before you landed on the man next to you. Francisco… or Frankie… or Catfish–you weren’t exactly sure. You tended to settle on Frankie.

Ben had brought you along to a get-together with his army friends and respective plus ones in Saint Pete: they’d rented a house that was just a ten minute walk from the beach. You had an extra pull-out couch with your name on it for just the price of some food and alcohol. It was a no-brainer to tag along.

“Hey, nena, it’s your turn.”

His brown eyes looked like caramel in the firelight, his body angled toward yours as he spoke. You’d only met him yesterday, but he seemed nice enough. Definitely more of the drinking type, so you were peas in a pod.

“Sorry,” you breathed, wiping the excess hard cider off your bottom lip as you crossed a leg underneath yourself. You’d taken one of the blankets from inside with you, draping it over your shoulders like a cloak. All eyes were on you, reminding you of the hands that were held up, various amounts of fingers remaining. You still had all five.

Never Have I Ever was a stupid game anyways.

“Um, well...” you tried to think of something that wasn’t pathetically uptight. You took a deep breath, your cheeks warm as you stared at the fire. “Never have I ever… been in a helicopter.”

You already knew the reaction you would get.

“Oh come on,” Ben sighed, his third finger folding over his palm.

“I’m literally a fucking helicopter pilot, s’not fair,” Frankie complained, chugging the rest of his drink as his last finger went down—hand in a loose fist for a moment.

The rules were shaky when it came to what to do when you reached the end of your allotted fingers, everyone had just settled on finishing their drink. Frankie grabbed a new beer from the cooler next to him, twisting the cap off and taking a sip before stretching his hand open again.

It was just the three of you left, the others having gone to bed but leaving their patio chairs and empty drinks like sentinels in their absence.

“Never have I ever banged a football player,” Ben said as soon as Frankie had his new drink open.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Now that is a low blow,” you said, putting your thumb down. Playing games like that with Ben was never fun–the two of you had known each other since you were kids. You could exchange pointed shots all night at one another if you wanted to. “And I hardly call losing your virginity to a benchwarmer banging a football player.”

The laughs at your expense made you scoff. You took a drink of your cider to hide the flash of embarrassment on your face. “None of us even knew he was talking to you,” Ben said, snorting softly, “we didn’t think the kid had enough fire in him to handle you.”

“Well, I was stupidly waiting for another guy but settled for the first boy who was nice to me,” you mumbled in a sorry attempt to defend yourself, your face warm from more than just the alcohol.

Ben hummed his acknowledgement, eyebrows lifting. “Oh yeah, this super secret high school crush that you refuse to tell us about.”

You could feel Frankie cast a knowing look in your direction, one eyebrow quirked.

“Yeah because even though I’m over it you would make a big deal out of it because you know the guy,” you said, finishing your drink. You got up to get one from the cooler next to Frankie, hoping he would decide to take his turn already and change the subject of discussion.

Ben snorted, crushing his empty cup in a hand as he stood. “Whatever you say,” he acquiesced, stretching. Your gaze found the strip of skin that revealed itself as his shirt rode up, staring for a bit too long before you got a hold of yourself.

“Well, crazy kids, I’m going to bed.” Ben crushed you in a side hug, ruffling your hair despite your sound of annoyance. “Don’t let Fish keep you up all night, he’s a bad influence,” he said, hand rubbing over the cap of your shoulder as he stuck his tongue out at the other man.

“Psh. Don’t listen to him, nena, I’ll take good care of you,” Frankie protested, his lip twitched into a smirk as he gulped his beer.

“I think I’m plenty capable of handling myself,” you murmured, waving them both off with a hand. “Goodnight, Bennie.”

He wished you both a goodnight before disappearing into the house, you could hear the squeal of the sliding glass door closing behind him.

You lowered yourself into your deck chair, shifting it so you better faced Frankie at an angle. He still had his baseball cap on, strands of his dark hair curling around his ears and the nape of his neck. His cheeks were rosy from drinking, his smile a bit broader now.

“Whaddya say we keep playing?” Frankie suggested, watching you open your bottle. The condensation wet your fingertips, your nail picking at the softening label.

You were still too wired to go to bed. If you turned in you’d just be restless and on your phone until you finally passed out.

“Alright, fine,” you said, tapping your fingertips on the metal armrest of the chair. A smile found its way to your face, your five fingers stretching out. Frankie did the same, you could see the calluses on his fingers and palm.

“Never have I ever… skinny dipped.”

Of course Ben had told the story—your group of friends had decided to go skinny dipping in the nearby lake. But the moon wasn’t even out and no one could see much of anything. “I was in high school and it was dark,” you defended, putting your thumb down.

Frankie looked like he was the cat that caught the canary, drinking with you even though he didn’t have to.

“Okay, never have I ever played strip poker.”

He put a finger down. “Well I know what I’m making everyone play for tomorrow’s entertainment,” he said, taking a long gulp of his beer. “You’ve gotta let loose a little.”

Your face was hot, part of you wishing the ground opened beneath you and swallowed you whole. He loved to tease, his sarcastic tone making your stomach flip every time you heard it.

You gently shoved his chair with your foot, making it scrape over the paving stones. “I am loose enough,” you argued.

—

A snort pulled from you, morphing into a too-loud laugh. The empty bottles were nearly overflowing the side table you and Frankie were discarding them on. Both of you had finished your drinks of choice and resorted to passing a cheap bottle of wine back and forth, staining your lips purple.

“It was only one time, and you have to understand that I was so damn exhausted,” Frankie explained, leaning toward you as he spoke. His laugh belied his attempt at seriousness, his dimple showing as he snickered.

“You fell asleep during sex!” You let your head fall back against the chair, looking at the stars above you. They swam a bit. “That is kind of hard to do.”

“It’ll happen to you someday, nena, and you’ll think of this conversation.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you snatched the wine bottle from him, bringing it to your lips. The glass was cool against your mouth as you drank a swallow, just enough to warm your belly and keep your buzz. More than a buzz if you were honest with yourself.

“Never have I ever had sex with someone to make someone else jealous,” you countered, a knowing smirk on your face.

Frankie rolled his eyes, scoffing. “I didn’t realize that Ben was telling you all of our secrets.” He pulled his hat off his head for a moment, running his hand through his hair before replacing it. “Gonna kick his ass as soon as he wakes up.”

You wet your lips, trying to cover your giggles. “In his defense, he never thought we would meet,” you muttered, leaning against the armrest of the chair.

The fire was dwindling in the pit, casting tangerine-colored light across the two of you. Frankie said he’d put more wood on twenty minutes ago, but neither of you cared enough to actually do it.

“Well, it wasn’t my proudest moment,” he muttered, shaking his head. “This girl I was kind of seeing had been flirting with this other guy the whole fucking time we were out and I just lost it. Got a different girl to very publicly go to the bathroom with me.”

“So not only were you disgusting—you were disgusting in the bathroom of some bar?”

“Hey, hey, no need to judge me so hard,” he said, putting both hands up like he was pretending to be innocent.

Your eyes narrowed slightly, evaluating him. He had a similar relaxed posture, slumped against his chair in his white shirt and gray sweatpants. It was a miracle that he hadn’t spilled any wine on himself yet.

“I’ve just never been so desperate for someone’s attention,” you said, sitting mightily on your high horse.

That made Frankie guffaw, sitting up suddenly. “Oh yeah? Never have I ever had a crush on my childhood neighbor,” he said, a shit eating grin on his face as he scratched at the patchy beard on his jaw.

You could feel yourself stiffen, giving yourself away without meaning to. “I… I do not have a crush on Ben,” you protested, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh sure you don’t, nena,” he said, making you want to reach out and smack him. “Oh Bennie this and oh Bennie that, the only way it would be more obvious is if you had big fucking hearts in your eyes… well obvious to everyone except him.”

Apparently your embarrassment was loud and clear anyways, your attempts to be nonchalant failing miserably.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Frankie said, trying to placate you.

You scoffed, standing up as you drank a bit too much wine from the bottle, the excess dripping down the corner of your mouth. “Don’t be embarrassed? I just found out that everyone has been watching me be a huge fucking idiot this whole time!”

He stood with you, hands smoothing over your shoulders as he crowded into your space. “I’ve got an idea if you’re game,” he said, catching your attention again.

“What?”

“Well… we could kill two birds with one stone, ya know?” It must have been clear that you didn’t know what he meant. “We can make Ben jealous… and cross something off your ‘Never Have I Ever’ bucket list.”

Your brow furrowed as you considered what he was saying. His hands rubbed down your arms, gently pulling the wine bottle from your fingers. He took a swig before setting it with the empty bottles, making them clink against one another.

Then it all clicked.

“You want to have sex?”

Frankie laughed, his big hands finding the flare of your hips. “I thought Ben said you were smart,” he teased, his forehead bumping against yours as he shuffled in closer.

You clicked your teeth at him. “I’m drunk… so what’s in it for you then?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, a smile lifting his lip. “I get to have sex, that’s more than enough reason for me to want to do it.”

You let out something between a laugh and a sigh, shaking hour head as you lightly smacked his chest. “Men are ridiculous,” you mumbled, grinning softly as you looked up at him.

Frankie was smiling, showing off his straight white teeth in the light of the dying fire and blue glow coming from the in-ground pool. He moved closer, his aquiline nose nudging against yours. You were close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your face, smell the wine he just drank.

“Just tonight?” you asked, one eyebrow arched.

He nodded obligingly, grin growing impossibly wider. “I don’t catch feelings.”

You were drunk enough to think it was a brilliant plan—it would be impossible for Ben not to jealous if he heard you and Frankie next door. The idea was foolproof. “Okay, then let’s do it.”

—

Frankie’s room was just next to Ben’s, the two of you giggling with bottles of wine in hand as you followed after him. He’d grabbed an additional bottle from the kitchen when you snuck back inside to have on standby, the remaining quarter of the first bottle still sloshing around in yours.

You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him as you opened his bedroom door. He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you inside, slamming the door shut behind you both. “Frankie!” you scolded between kisses, mortified that you were being loud.

“Waking him up is the point, nena,” he said, half carrying you to the bed. You rolled your eyes, holding the bottle for him to drink from before he confiscated both and set them on the nightstand. “C’mon, loosen up for me.”

He leaned down to capture your lips, messily licking into your mouth. You could taste the wine on his tongue, making you hum as you returned the gesture.

“Get this stupid thing off,” you muttered against his lips, knocking his hat off and foraging your fingers in his thick curls. You gently tugged at his roots, making him groan as he smashed you into the mattress with his weight.

“Thought you liked the hat,” he said with a chuckle deep in his chest, pushing the offending accessory the rest of the way off the bed.

You desperately pulled him back to you, hitching one leg around his hip as his arm flattened near your head for support. “Fancy restaurant rules. Definitely not allowed in the bedroom,” you said with a smirk. He huffed his disagreement against your jaw, shaking his head as his blunt teeth scraped over the thin skin.

It was messy. Tongues meeting and teeth clashing and nails scratching over fabric and skin alike. Playfully suggestive hums and giggles filled the quiet of the room. You were sure you were disrupting the rest of the house, Frankie’s bedroom right in the center of it.

The alcohol made everything so easy, whisking away your shirt and sweatpants before you even realized. You took Frankie’s shirt along with them, tossing it somewhere in his room.

He nudged your chin up with his nose, his tongue flattening over your windpipe. Your breath tripped, eyes squeezing shut. Admittedly, it had been a while for you. Everything he was doing was making your head spin.

The kiss turned sloppy with tongue as he traced his thumb beneath the waistband of your panties. Your manicured nails traveled over the expanse of his bare chest, following the soft ridges of the lean muscle and stray scars to the line of dark hairs beneath his navel. It was your guiding beacon, your fingers following it to the elastic waist of his sweatpants.

“Off,” you asked softly, snapping the elastic against the thin layer of pudge on his belly. “Please.”

He obliged quickly, pulling you up with him as he got off the bed to ungracefully shove them down his legs and kicked them somewhere into the room. Tight black boxer briefs hugged his quads, stretching as he knelt onto the mattress.

“C’mere, nena,” he practically growled, grabbing your thighs as he yanked you up onto his lap. You yelped, giggling as your legs bent at the knee and toes anchored against the duvet. His fingers sunk into your ass, dimpling the soft flesh as he held you close.

One hand skated up your spine, unlatching your bra easily. You cackled, leaning back as he pulled the straps down your arms and tossed it aside. “Didn’t know you were such a slut, Frankie,” you murmured, smirking as he palmed at your freed tits. Your nipples were pinched between his forefinger and thumb, making you arch toward him. “Unhooking a girl’s bra with one hand?”

He muffled your words with more kisses, stamping his lips over yours. “That takes some practice–should I be impressed or disgusted?”

“You never fucking shut up, do you?” Frankie asked good-naturedly, nipping at your lower lip as one hand smoothed against the small of your back. He pulled you close, squeezing your ass as he leaned forward to devour you further. You tittered, your forearm pressed against the nape of his neck as the scoop of your palm found the patchy beard at his jaw. Your hips rolled into his, nose pressing against his cheek as you smacked wet kisses on him.

“I’m not well-known for being quiet.”

The world spun around you before your back hit the mattress, the memory foam absorbing most of the impact. His rough fingers pulled your panties off in a smooth motion, his palms finding the insides of your thighs and pressing them apart.

“I’m counting on that,” he murmured as he kissed his way to the echo of your heartbeat, sucking small welts into the flesh of your inner thighs.

You were stunned into breathlessness, propped on one elbow as you watched him map closer and closer to the ache between your legs. He breathed in deep as he hovered just above your cunt–something that would have mortified you if you were any less drunk, but it only made you moan.

The tip of his nose brushed your clit, making your pelvis jump toward his face. “You have a gorgeous pussy,” he said dreamily, the drunken slur finally making itself apparent in his voice. He parted your slit with his strong tongue, making your eyes roll back in your skull before he fully dove in.

Your fingers clutched desperately at his hair, your breaths choking in your throat as your brows knit together. He made out with your cunt, a soft rumble in his chest making his mouth vibrate against you.

Infatuation and desire consumed you, leaving you dizzy. His cheeks were flushed pink and his hair ruffled as his hands splayed wide across your thighs. You eagerly lifted your hips to his mouth as much as you could, whining as he lapped up the entirety of your sex, suckling at your clit each time before repeating the motion.

You found yourself thanking the attention to detail he was taught in the military: he picked up on every time your breath hitched or your voice became a whine and he made it happen again. And again. And again. To the point that you could feel just how soaked you were, not even the pace of Frankie’s tongue fast enough to keep your slick arousal from dripping to the duvet.

You’d never been so turned on in your life.

“Fuck,” you keened, the word tight in your chest as the oxygen left the room. You gripped his hair tighter, hips twitching. The tip of his finger pressed at your entrance, making your cunt flutter around the temptation of being full. His groan was muffled, met by your own grateful whimpers.

His jaw went slack, framing the entirety of your cunt as he pressed all of his weight into eating you out. The swirl of his tongue churning his saliva with each motion made you want to die.

Brown eyes met your half-lidded gaze from between your thighs. You were shocked to see just how pleased he looked, feasting upon you with the desperation of a starving man. Frankie had seemed like a lot of things, but a munch was not high on your list. Thank god you were wrong.

“You’re going to make me come so fast,” you gasped, almost embarrassed by how quickly you felt like your whole body was buzzing. Almost pathetically fast.

Steady presses of his tongue devolved into wet kisses sucked between your lips. You pressed the curls of his hair back from his forehead, a few beads of sweat dripping from his hairline. Soft lips wrapped around your swollen clit and sucked, bringing you to rapture as the tip of his tongue batted the sensitive bud.

It took one wet swirl around your clit to shatter you, your orgasm ripping through you. A wail escaped you before you clapped a hand over your mouth–even if you wanted Ben to know, you didn’t want to wake up the rest of the house.

Frankie grabbed the fat of your ass with both hands, pulling your cunt to his mouth as he licked you into oversensitivity. He didn’t stop until you were twitching with discomfort, pushing his forehead away.

He sat back, his facial hair shining wetly in the moonlight before he wiped it off on the back of his hand.

You were a panting mess, hardly able to think as he moved toward you. He massaged your buzzing skin with his big, warm hands, coaxing your soul back into your body. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmured quietly, his gaze steady as he watched you tremble.

The compliment split you open, endless hunger spilling out as you reached for him. You knew you wouldn’t be satisfied without having him inside you.

You could see the outline of his hard cock in his underwear, your free hand rubbing over it as he settled between your bent legs. The feeling of his weight above you helped your lungs find their rhythm as you pressed your thumb to the wet spot at his tip.

“So I’m that good, huh?” he teased, his voice unsteady as he started to grind himself against your hand.

Your laugh was breathless, your face on fire as you looked up at him. “I think all the booze helped, made me sensitive,” you said, your tone raspy and soft as your hand slipped into his boxer briefs.

The way his expression crumpled as your fingers curled around his shaft was delightful. A self-satisfied grin bloomed on your face as you started to stroke him, watching him through your lashes. His hips bunched into your hand, his forehead dropping to yours as he let out a groan.

“Shit,” he panted, one hand fisting in the white duvet. You relished in the way he already sounded wrecked. “I’ve gotta fuck you before you make me come in my boxers like some teenager.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from him before clumsily removing his underwear. The sight of his cock made your throat go dry, tip red and leaking. He looked painfully hard, curved up toward his stomach and a little to the left from a trimmed patch of dark, curly hair.

“Hands and knees, nena,” Frankie murmured, playfully swatting the outside of your thigh. “Wanna see that fat ass of yours–been staring at it ever since you got here.”

Your face was hot as you rolled over, spine arching like a cat’s as you settled on your forearms and knees. He grabbed you by the hips, yanking you where he wanted you: facing the arched mirror on the dresser. The sight of yourself made your arch deepen, your chest pressed to the bed as you presented yourself to him like a gift.

“Jesus,” he groaned, softly smacking your ass before he grabbed a handful of the soft flesh, shaking it. There was something close to reverence in his expression as you watched him spread your cheeks, dark eyes focused on your pussy. His thumb gently ghosted over your slit in a way that made you whine.

“Frankie, stop teasing,” you said impatiently, glaring at him in the mirror.

“Fine, fine, calm down,” he breathed, his knees finding their place between yours as his cock notched in the cleft of your ass. He rocked there for a moment before pulling back enough to ease into you with careful rolls of his hips. One hand planted between your scapulae, the other clutching your hip as you both exhaled your satisfaction with every inch of delicious friction.

It took you both a few moments to adjust, your went cunt finally relaxing enough to let Frankie fit entirely inside of you. He shushed you softly as you whined, barely fucking his cock into you as he rubbed circles over your vertebrae.

You rocked back against his thrusts, falling into a steady rhythm as the sound of your sweat-dampened skin smacking together filled the room. His hand moved from your back to the nape of your neck, grabbing a handful of your hair and tilting your head to make you look at him through the reflection of the mirror. The grip at your scalp was almost comforting as you melted into the sensation.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured low in his throat, his gaze taking in every detail of your reflection. Your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, your lidded eyes. Your hair was twisted around his fist, ass jiggling with every connection of your hips.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, moaning wantonly as you kept your gaze on Frankie. Your expression was pornographic–enamored and thoroughly pleased as he stretched you open on his cock.

He curled his body over yours, meeting you at his waist and shoulders as his lips found the back of your neck and shoulders. “Ben must be a damn idiot to not see how pretty you are,” he murmured, sucking marks into your neck. You were too lost in the pleasure of the head of his cock carving deep into you to respond.

“Squeezing me so tight, nena,” he grunted into your ear, his hot breath making shivers prickle up your spine. His hold on your hair kept you in place. “This is the sweet little pussy of my dreams, milking me so good.”

Frankie kept running his mouth, spewing filth and praise that made you melt into a puddle beneath him. You were possessed with pleasure, almost drooling as you whimpered and moaned.

His hand left your hip, weight pressing you even deeper into the mattress as his arm wrapped around you. You sobbed as his fingers skated over your belly, pressing against your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles against it.

“Frankie, right there,” you gasped, fingers bunching up the duvet as you tried to breathe through the sensitivity, still tingling from your last orgasm.

“Greedy girl…” he chastised, chuckling into your ear as he kept working your clit without mercy.

Your cunt was fluttering around his cock, your sounds becoming louder and more wanton. He exhaled through his teeth with each thrust, his breaths sharp and punctuated in your ear. “Frankie,” you moaned–his name being one of the few words you could even think of.

“That’s it, let ‘im know who’s giving it to you so good.”

Oh yeah.

You were still trying to make Ben jealous. The thought had slipped your mind entirely as you felt Frankie’s cock press over every slippery ridge inside your cunt, setting your body alight.

Who knew if Ben was even listening, if he was even awake.

You repeated Frankie’s name like a prayer on your lips, further and further gone the closer you got to your orgasm. He yanked your hair gently, making your eyes flutter open again to look up at him through the reflection.

His lips were moving, cursing in Spanish as his jaw clenched so hard you could see it flex beneath his beard. You could tell he was close, too, starting to lose his steady rhythm as he sped up. Bruising kisses were pressed to your neck and shoulder, his cock splitting you open with frantic thrusts.

Then he started to beg, almost making you black out. “Come for me, nena. Come all over my cock. I wanna feel you come all over me, squeezing me so damn tight.”

His thick fingers were still rubbing your clit, coaxing you further and further to the edge. Spanglish filled your ears as he grunted and groaned, clearly holding back until you finished first.

“Frankie! Oh my god!”

Euphoria left you strung out, ripping at the seams of your sanity as your pussy spasmed hard around his cock. Frankie turned your head by tugging on your hair, contorting you so he could smash his lips to yours as his hips started to stutter. You felt him pulse inside you, groans muffled between your mouths as his come spilled inside your cunt like lava.

You wilted together, exhaustion and drunkenness catching up to you as you collapsed to the bed in a heap of limbs and sweat and come. It would be smart to get up, to clean yourself up and go sleep on the couch. But you were already so comfortable, Frankie nestled close to your back as he started to softened inside you.

“M’I sleeping here?” you asked, already yawning as you and Frankie lay on your sides. He reached for the throw on the end of the bed, yanking the fuzzy blanket up and over the two of you.

He kissed your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck.

“Of course, nena, you gotta come out of my room in the morning for this to work,” he muttered against your skin, yawning in response to you.

This. The plan. You could hardly consider it as sleep pulled you under.

–

The morning light woke you up, making you groan as you rolled over to bury your face in Frankie’s neck. He stirred as you did, a hand running over your hip to placate you as he pulled you closer. “Morning, nena,” he murmured, voice raspy from sleep.

You hid from the sun in his clavicle, the warmth of his skin seeping into you. “What does nena even mean?” you asked after a few moments, voice sounding muffled.

Frankie’s hand ran up and down your side, clipped nails making goosebumps lift on your arms. “Means baby.”

It was simple enough. Just a normal nickname.

But you felt your cheeks warm, a thrill running through you anyway. “Yeah? You’ve been calling me baby this whole time?” There was a kernel of bashfulness in your voice.

He let out a huff of air, still too tired to laugh fully. “Yeah, I have.”

Silence lapsed between you two, your breaths even and slow as neither of you tried to move away. It was too comfortable for you to want to get up.

“You gonna go find Ben today?” Frankie asked, a twinge of something in his voice making you lift your head up.

You squinted in the sunlight, rubbing one eye with the heel of your hand as you fixed Frankie with your gaze. “Wasn’t planning on it,” you murmured, lips pursing to one side as you chewed the inside of your cheek. “Unless you wanted me to, of course.”

His tired smile soothed you, the hand running up and down your side inching closer and closer to your breast as he looked at you. “Nah, you should stay,” he said, thumb stroking over your nipple. He swirled it to hardness, heat already starting to pool in your lower belly despite your exhaustion.

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

–

Ben and Will drank coffee in the kitchen in the morning, nursing their hangovers just like everyone else. Most of the group was awake and in various levels of pain, Santi cooking breakfast and Tom still wearing sunglasses. Their girlfriends were laying on the couches in the living room, curtains drawn as they sipped cups of water.

A giggle could be heard from Frankie’s room, the creak of a bedframe. No one understood how you two still had energy after going to bed at three in the morning. But, lucky for them, Frankie was resilient.

“Did they keep you up last night?” Will asked his brother, a hint of a smile on his face.

Ben nodded, blue eyes focused on his coffee. “Oh yeah, and you owe me twenty bucks.”

Will rolled his eyes–betting that Frankie would wait until the end of the trip to hook up with you had been the stupidest thing he’d done in a while.

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Bitch Swap

Melissa was walking to her locker, it was the first day of senior year, she had turned 18 over the summer and no one was going to make her feel less than who she was. She felt empowered for the first time. All the seniors were called into school's gym, today's assembly was to find out who would be swapping. The town had a little magic, it went back generations but it was centered at the school. About 20 years ago the principal at the time decided to make things more fair, and used the powers to swap the personalities of two students. He called it "Grass is Greener," but everyone else called it Bitch Swap. Over the summer names were submitted and 5 were posted to the two main groups of the school, the more nerdy kids and the kids that well are huge bitches and sluts. One name was picked from each side for each sex, so one guy and girl, and those people would be changed to conform and fit with the other side. Something that Melissa wasn't aware of, that if your name was submitted and chosen they were given the opposite sides names to vote but not given the same group. So when the nominees were announced and she heard her name she was shocked. "What the fuck?" She looked at her boyfriend, "how the fuck did I get nominated?" He looked at her "We did it, we were putting up names, and we got together and voted in our group and submitted your name, we figured you would never get chosen so you would be safe." "Are you out of your fucking mind?" "Babe, come on, there are 5 girls and 5 boys picked from each side, that's not a huge chance for you to be picked." "That's 20% dipshit." Melissa's friend Stephanie looked at her "whoa chill out Mel, we all put some names in, you are always overlooked by people in our friends so what makes you think they would ever decide on you." "This is so fucked up, and Stephanie if you were so sure why didn't you put your name in?" "You don't think I did?" "So you put my name in and now I could be picked and changed. This is fucking great." "It won't happen babe." "You don't want to talk to me right now." "Sorry," he said feeling like he wronged the one girl who saw something in him. The principal started to speak, in a more serious tone starts to say some words before opening an envelope, "The chosen few who will be swapping, Morgan Donald," he said talking about one of the larger bullies in school, "and Kevin Jackson," who was a nice guy, for now at least. There were some claps and boos. "For the girls, "Tiffany Baker," as the name was read, oohs went out from the crowd as everyone turned to one of the hottest blondes in school, she was rumored to be fucking at least two guys other than her boyfriend and even a couple teachers. "And Melissa Stout." Her stomach dropped, she was picked, she didn't hear the whispers, the words of students asking who it was. She was known by seniors but not closely known and even when they heard her name they weren't actually sure who it was. Her friends all turned to face her with horror on their faces. Her boyfriend looked "Melissa," she snapped, bringing her hand up and slapping him across the face. "FUCK YOU!!" she screamed, the scream echoing in the gym. She stood up and stormed out of the gym, one of the teachers was there to talk to her. She needed to be spoken to about what was going to happen. She was also going to be given newer classes because the school seemed to notice any one who was changed ended up unable to keep up in their classes. She got a new schedule and went to her locker, she opened it with a bang, some people were taking these aggressive attitudes as her already changing. She was so mad now. Getting to her first class, a remedial English class, she slumped back opening the letter, explaining that no only would she be going through this but everyone else would start to become affected by the magic, by the end of the week no one who knew her would remember who she was unless they truly cared about her. She laughed, "no one I know truly cares about me, otherwise they wouldn't have put my name into that fucking thing."

Tiffany was laughing as she was walking home from school, she heard her named called in the stupid thing and laughed as she knew she would finally be able to get out of this life. She was a slut because her mom was a slut, she went back years ago and found out her mom was picked. Her mom became one of biggest sluts in town, growing up it was all that Tiffany had known and she was walking down the path that her mom ended up walking. Now with the swap she wouldn't be looked at like the biggest slut in school, but would have a chance at college, getting out of this town and moving away so her kids wouldn't have to deal with anything like that. She felt bad for Melissa, she had known her since they were girls, Melissa was a sweetheart. But nothing was going to stop what was about to happen and it would sound like hollow words if she tried to talk to her about it. So she would enjoy the last week of her being this way.

Magic on the body worked quickly, in a few days Melissa's body had swelled and grown, her desires for sex grew as well. She tried to hold onto things with her boyfriend, that first night she practically jumped him when he came over to make her feel better. But he was one of the people who submitted her name, and that made her angry, she also was starting to see him as a nice guy, a kind boy, and that just dried her up. Her needs were becoming that of a wanton slut and her morals were shrinking as she was becoming wicked. Soon Melissa was taking naked selfies, sending them to all the bad boys she knew, even some of the teachers who up until this week were on good terms with her. Now after being cussed out by several of the staff, though more than a couple started hitting on her too, she was starting to enjoy this new life. She had wanted to be empowered this year, wanted to show herself in a new light. Well she got her wish even if it wasn't in the way she had imagined it.

TIffany by the end of the week was enjoying herself. She would wear clothes that didn't show off her body but still made her feel beautiful. Words like beautiful were used to describe her instead of words like slut, town bike, whore. She felt shy for the first time, but she was also noticing the attention from guys had changed, she wasn't being viewed as a piece of meat or as a sexual toy, but being seen for something more. Tiffany soon was soon finding out how nice nice guys can be and felt ashamed for all the guys she teased and tormented, all the ones she led on to get work done. And when she started to date this nice guy, she felt loved for the first time.

Melissa by the end of the week had embraced the change, she would walk down the hall knowing guys were staring at her, trying to eye fuck her, some guys would approach her thinking they had a chance and she would mock them, degrade them and humiliate them in front of the rest of the school. She had a list of boys in school that she could call to fuck her, ones she knew had girlfriends who would still come to her at a call. There were even a few teachers on the list as well, all married men of course, single guys were so easy she got bored of them. She loved making a man cum in her or cum on her face or tits, watching their cocks shrivel back down and then scamper off to their waiting wives or girlfriends. Her favorite tease was her ex boyfriend, funny enough he was the only one to remember who she was. Anytime he got a new girlfriend, she would find out, and call him, send pictures, or meet him at his locker act all lovey dovey to the point were whatever girl he was with would end it because they wouldn't believe he wasn't fucking the biggest slut in school. It helped that Melissa knew everything about him, including the small birthmark by his cock, which was always the breaking point for the girls, because really how would she know if she wasn't fucking him.

#f2f corruption #corruption #magic #evie hyde #personality change

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light-the-spark-of-dawn · 3 days ago

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Jason Todd was That Kid who would stay up all night reading if no one stopped him- and he was also sneaky enough to hide his book and pretend to be asleep when Alfred or Bruce checked on him. Unfortunately, this usually meant that he ended up cranky and tired during the day- and his nighttime patrols as Robin only made things worse.

Most parents would simply confiscate the book and flashlight. But most parents didn't have kids who were adopted street rats. It had taken far longer for Jason to become comfortable in the Manor than it had for Dick, and neither Bruce nor Alfred wanted to undo that progress by taking away his possessions, even if it was temporary and for his own good.

Hilariously, the solution came in the form of Hal, Ollie, and Barry all falling asleep during a Justice League meeting while Bruce was reading off a report. Even Clark and Diana were starting to doze off toward the end. And not a single one of them were even the slightest bit apologetic about it.

"Sorry Spooky, but I don't have the willpower to stay awake through your speeches."

"I have an accelerated attention span, so you might only have been talking for twenty minutes but for me it's more like three hours. And my blood sugar is starting to crash."

"This meeting could and should have been an email."

"To be fair, it was a very dry report."

"You have a nice voice, Bruce. But we can only listen to it for so long."

Incorrigible menaces, the whole lot of them. He missed the days when his fellow heroes were too intimidated to talk back to him. Still, his friends' irreverence gave Bruce an idea. He returned to the manor and went to check on his son. Sure enough, there was light peeking out from beneath his bedroom door. "Can I come in, chum? I know you're awake."

"...how'd you know?"

"I'm Batman." Even through the closed door, Bruce can feel Jason's judgmental look. "And even a little bit of light is pretty noticeable in a dark hallway."

"Damn. Alright, come in."

The hinges creak as Bruce pushes open the door. Jason is sitting up in his bed, with a thick book on his lap and flashlight in hand. His face is expressionless, but Batman's careful eye notes the slight tension in the boy's posture.

Bruce pulls Jason's desk chair over and sits next to the bed. "So, what're you reading?"

Jason tilts the book upward to show the cover of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.

"Huh. I thought you preferred prose."

"I do." Jason shrugged. "But Othello was interesting enough when we read it in class, so I figured I'd give some of the other plays a shot."

"I see. So which one are you reading now?"

"Julius Caesar."

"Ah I had to read that for my eighth grade English class. Alfred told me then that Shakespeare sounds better when read out loud." Bruce pointed at the book. "Mind if I have a crack at it? I have it on good authority that I have a nice voice."

"Who said that??" Jason looks skeptical but still hands over the book.

"Wonder Woman." Bruce flicks on Jason's desk lamp so he can see the letters, leans back in the chair, and begins to read, "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars..."

As Bruce reads the lines of iambic pentameter in a slow, steady cadence, Jason's eyelids begin to droop. Before long, he's fast asleep, and doesn't stir when Bruce stops reading and tucks a bookmark between the pages, when he sets the book down on the desk and turns off the lamp, or even when the hinges creak as he closes the door behind him.

Just in case though, Bruce waits in the hallway for several minutes to see if Jason's flashlight comes back on. Thankfully, there is only darkness. Bruce breathes a sigh of relief, then jumps at Alfred's sudden quiet whisper.

"Quite the performance, Master Bruce. Though I do think the Bard would consider it a tad underwhelming."

"Well," Bruce chuckled. "you told me once that an actor should play to his crowd, and my audience was one boy who needed to sleep."

"An unorthodox interpretation of my lesson, but if it encourages Master Jason towards healthier sleeping habits, I think it is a lesson applied well." Alfred nudges Bruce's elbow gently, guiding him along the hallway toward his own bedroom. "Now, do follow his example and get some rest. Or else I shall have to recite Pericles, and nobody wants that."

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empathicliar · 1 day ago

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. ¸.•* 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰.

𝟒𝐤. 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 , 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝

༺❀༻ || 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!toji , 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫!toji , 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!toji , pregnancy , company ua , toxicity , argument , fluff , a little aot crossover because i love armin , mentions of kids , tears.

(っ◔◡◔)っ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥-𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.

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" listen, don't go in here acting a fool toji. this is really important to me and its my first time ever being invited to the christmas event. " its sad how much you know your husband when it comes to situations like these. he gets inside of that big head of his and twists a whole different narrative when he feels something off.

toji took those words into consideration and he was fine at first. you mingled with a few of your work buddies. a few ogling at him before realizing that sparkling diamond rock on your finger had been his special doing.

he's observing everything to a t, from the way two male come to hug you and how quickly you introduce them with a adorable grin on your face. he's shaking their hands to hide the glares. he notices the way your close friend, tasha touches your belly and smirks with a glass of wine in her hand, feeling eely when she glances at him for a short second that barely felt intentional.

the impending doom came when it was time for you to greet your boss. the middle aged man has always been somewhat of a greasier. he has untamed brown hair, dark undereye bag's that sagged with every company brand deal they'd ever made. he has a wine glass half full of sparkling champagne in his left hand while the other is used to talk.

" the production company from shibuya took your offer. " allen, your boss is telling you randomly. " great work , fushiguro. " your heart is pounding from the news and your swinging around to ask your husband if he'd heard what allen said.

its then you're realizing he's doesn't care for that. see toji has this thing, this problem actually. he's constantly wanting you to himself. he's clingy – but not boyish clingy, full heart throb clingy. he knows if you were to get this promotion that simple, plain office on the B side of this big building would be left in the past.

you'd be next to this punks office and he doesn't like that at all. he's toxic and he knows it. which is the awful part about it. " i'm sorry mr. parker, can you excuse us for just a second? " you nicely say, dragging the hunk of a man into one of the many empty offices on side b of the building. cornering him, he's annoyedly stating that man was only trying to get in your pants. " you're always doing that 'ji, not every guy is trying to fuck me. " your riling up, hand on the expensive silver celine belt that tugs on your hip.

lavish all black palentine suit pulling everything in snugly, matching that snazzy black Italian classic suit toji is wearing. dark purple Christian Louboutin's heels clanking with every step taken on these polished, extremely loud tiles. he's leaning against the clear desk and to keep your distant and making it known you're disappointed once again, your staying by the door.

" oh come on, your not that ditsy in the head, doll. " your face scrunches with disgust. " are you trying to call me an idiot? " beyond mad, your thinking back to the simple task you gave him. just behave. maybe that's why you're boiling over the pot with rage.

" why can't you just ever be happy for me? " your fist are balled and its taking everything inside of your previously joyous body not to hit him.

" who said i wasn't happy? " he's asking sarcastically, his scarred lip twisting into a subtle smirk. does he think this is a game or something? that you'll sit back and continue to let this be a problem you couldnt stand for anymore?

" you don't have to say anything for me to know you aren't. " he staring at you, not saying a word. you feel its your place to give some insight on your feelings so he can at least try to understand it.. " i'm standing there about to fucking cry from happiness and you just killed my whole mood. "

" then go hip, hip hooray with that fucker then if that's what you want. " he's waving off, knowing the moment you even think about leaving him, he's making a move.

he isn't getting it and its only pissing you off more. you roll your eyes, huffing out a laugh you didn't think you had in you. " you got it bro. " this day was supposed to be remarkable. big plans for not only your future, but the combined future for you, toji and the little surprise laying in your stomach like a pear. you'd never have to go through any financial troubles ever again. yes, the work was going to be hard and stressful but you were doing it for your family. for him.

– and he had no remorse for you. no respect to think about it from your view. your mood is already killed. the only thing calling your name is that lofty bed at home to sleep away this heart ache. 'my big day...' you're thinking with a tilted head down.

" lets just go. " you uttered lowly, opening the door and not waiting for him to move before your already out in the hallway. it almost sounds like he said something, you just cancelled out the sound of his voice and continued walking back to the A side of the building. the elevators awaiting you.

" mrs. fushiguro? are you leaving? " armin, one of the younger staff on the team and a good work friend of yours who refuses to call you by your real name is asking you. he looks a bit out of place from the big crowd but is still ultimately having fun. you nod.

" yeah, i don't want the roads to be to frozen over. " you lie, letting that friendly flowy laugh fall from your throat. armin frowns. " could you wait for just a bit? " confused, your looking around trying to find a reason to. it'll only make you even sadder to have fun knowing the one person you want beside you cant even fathom a bit of happiness for you.

you're upset all over again.

" why? "

" i cant tell you why, but you wouldn't want to miss it. trust me. " your pondering on the words 'i don't have enough time', but he's staring at you with those ocean blue puppy eyes you cant really say no too. your sighing, taking a look back at your husband.

he's walking down the hallway slowly, looking at the paintings of fruits and a few trophies with his hands in his pockets. he looks almost regretful, but that stoic face of his will never truly express how he feels.

" fifteen minutes. " armin nods a bunch and thanks you before hurrying off somewhere that seemed to be a back room. it's the first time you have actually seen him run. it feels weird to be here now, your just standing off to the side like a stranger.

toji is keeping his distant since he knows he royally fucked up this time. you didn't yell but all of one time, that's already telling him he's in the wrong. he's only confused as to one thing, why you're still here. hands on your phone to pass the time instead of talking to the people you introduced him too.

if you changed your mind he isn't to mad about that, he isn't mad at all anymore. was he even mad in the first place? he's doubting everything he felt only because one look at those sad eyes of yours have him punishing himself internally.

is today the day you decide your done with him...?

he knows he deserves it and it serves you right to want better but he'll be damned if you tried to leave him. you're his wife, he made that known the moment you two engaged in conversation. it was always something about you.

butterflies in his stomach , the actual need to slow his pace down and start slow with something. you're wonderful – a hard working women he could never lose. its his own fault for the way he acts, he knows it isn't fair to blame it all on you.

he just ugh, he cant help it. you bring attention anywhere you go. not only are you gorgeous, you treat yourself like a goddess because you know you are one. you didn't need him to tell you that for you to have some self confidents. independent as hell, breaking your own self down even while someone is trying to help.

that's one of the things he loves about you, but in this situation he hates it. he hates how easily he shattered your dreams , your wants. he couldnt recall a time where you weren't talking his head off about this job, then you got it, and it was like the room fell in awe.

he's happy for you. words couldn't describe how happy for you he is. it was just the thought of someone here being better for you than he is that kept him from being super supportive. better mentality , better lifestyle. someone who can match that level of ' go getter ' that he couldnt.

like that nasty boss of yours who eyed you down like candy even when he was standing right there. the respect he had for that punk was gone the minute it formed and maybe you hadn't notice, and that's why you were so angry. oh he fucked up, this is worse than he ever had. that wall of vulnerability he didn't mean to repair is written all over your-

almost happy face. what has he missed?

" and this for you, for putting your all in and making a way for us to secure a permanent spot with shibuya's production company. we wouldn't have been able to do it without you. " allen says, presenting a big box with your name on it. its being carried by armin and ollie to the front of the room.

people are staring at your stunned face, smiling and clapping and you have no idea what to do. you only look at toji who's giving you one of those thoughtful smiles that make the scar on his lip quiver.

" this is really heavy. " ollie said, sitting the box down in front of you with a rough groan. " what's in it? " your quietly asking, ollie looks like he's about to tell you but armin punched his shoulder, shaking his head with sass.

you feel like a kid on christmas again, opening a gift while all the adults await you on. is it a barbie house, or that new rapunzel princess dress? is what the child in you is thinking. the adult version is beyond confused. you reached down, thankful for being in this classy suit.

you scratch a bit of tape off and begin to undo the bright green, white and blue colored wrapping paper with snowflakes. you pull the wrapping paper off and gasped. " you're fuc- freaking joking!? " the minute the top pieces of paper is off, you see the gift. its a ninji foodi pro air fryer, its sad how you know exactly how much it cost too.

it feels like tears are welling in your eyes and its either because of the thought or these new hormones' you hadn't gotten accustom too yet. everyone and maybe their own families too knows how much you've been wanting a air fryer and not the cheap one either. that's why you never pulled the trigger on it.

it feels like that barbie house is in your lap all over again, you touch the front then look up at your co-workers – your friends and laugh. " thank you guys. " you pull the two closet people into a hug armin and ollie, they laugh in your ear and you pull away quickly.

tasha is already walking up to you, eyes squeezed shut while she hugs and wobbles you around. " i love youuu. " your saying in her ear, they don't even realize how much it means. its not just a air fryer anymore, its the fact that they changed your mood entirely.

you going around the room now, everyone is getting a hug expect for your boss. you keep it professional even though he was the one who bought the gift. you shook his hand and gave him a thankful smile he takes with gratefulness. " better get going, that ice isn't playing around. " you gave him a weary look then it hits you. that lie. " oh, yeah right. thank you again mr. parker. "

" allen. " you nod. walking off. you completely forget your husband was even in the building if honesty was coming into play. he's making his presence known by picking the heavy box up with ease.

the office is waving goodbyes, jazzy music turning back up with your departure. its quiet while you two walk to the elevator and while you press the number one on the elevator numbers and while he's loading the air fryer in the car like a baby.

it's even quieter the whole ride home only because he hadn't said anything. if he wanted to talk, you would talk. your mature to a limit. the outside lights are on and your staring out the window, getting a good look at your rocky front yard.

its only when you step out of the car and go towards the side the air fryer is on, toji is speaking. " i'll get your things. " his deep voice replays in your head, you want to start something or start a sentence that could eventually lead to him apologizing but you don't. you just... you don't have the energy for it.

walking on the bare, cold concrete with your heels in one hand, you fondle with the house key. the car door slams shut around the same time the lock is clicking. walking into the house, your puppy, kone is running towards the door, little barks alerting the so called intruders.

" it's me konnie. " bending down to touch his fluffy fur, you grin when he's twisting around to lick your hand. " excuse me. " there's a lot wrong with toji saying that. first, it seems like he's finding little things to say to you that don't even make sense, and second, your not even in his way?! he's trying to go to the kitchen that has nothing blocking it. you almost laugh.

you only 'mhm' your way through a 'can you shut up please'. instead, you stand up with your baby and creep into the bedroom, shutting the door on your way in. you have no idea what time it is, no idea what to say to toji right now. all you can think about is the one rule you both agreed on.

never go to bed upset at one another.

it seemed easy in the moment, interlocking pinkies to seal the deal. luckily all the other incidents happened in the early mornings. not when your feet are screaming of pain and your eyes are dead-set on staying close when you blink them.

yawning, you unbutton the suit slowly, palm brushing against that lacey bra you couldnt wait to take off.

knock.

you know its toji knocking and this is technically his room too, but you don't let a come in slip from your pretty lips. " what? "

" can i come in.. " he pauses. " please. " back turned away from the door, you snicker and take a deep breath. ' gotta' stay mad. ' you replied with a soft yeah and continued undressing. undoing the black belt with ease.

the door crept open, squeakily and kone barked before seeing his dad. it's unknown to you what happens while your back is turned but shuffling of sheets is a main soundwave and the light blue bell on kone is constantly ringing.

shrugging those uncomfortable suit-pants off, you sigh out in content. placing one singular hand on your stomach and walking into the master bathroom. you stayed in there for a good while, letting the water run in the shower twice as long to think. it takes time for you to come up with words.

– not because you lack the skill to form sentences but only because you lack the empathy to not hurt someone's feelings, such as toji's. there was a lot you could've said earlier. a lot of things he wasn't going to like to hear but you kept your cool. classy for someone who had scarred palms from digging to hard into their hands.

you rub the scar. then you move on to the red indents around your bra strand. its deep, nipples sore from being held hostage for too long. your running a hand down to your stomach, looking to the side to see if the little bump forming is noticeable. everything leaving you uncomfortably irritated. you shower, using that time to reflect on the past. the happy moments. not these ones.

wrapped in a root brown towel, you stepped out of the bathroom feeling ten times better than before. the steam is exiting the wide door like a sauna and toji, who's still up, no longer in that sexy ass suit and perched on the headboard looks at your big entrance.

too obsessed to not sit and stare, he does so, teasingly. those sharp eyes of his trail down your body like a basket of freshly baked cookies. he licks his lips and damn near passes out when you drop the towel like its nothing.

he clicks his tongue on the top of his mouth, trying his hardest to pull away from the sight of your plush ass even while you bend down to grab some fresh underwear. " let's talk. "

" about? "

" you know what. "

" i really don't. " your a bit muffled with how deep your reaching into the closet, he deserves to see what he could've had on a silver palter tonight.

toji grumbles something under his breath and you don't catch it properly, knitting your eyebrows, you pull one of his t'shirts out and throw it on. " what'd you say, i didn't hear you. "

" can you not do that? " with a shit eating simper on your lips, you turn to finally look at the man. his face is beet red, mind tied up from so many emotion, he doesn't know if he wants to charge at you and kiss you or beg his way into your panties.

" do what toji? "

" you're so fuckin' difficult for no reason woman. " he pats the bed. " let's talk, c'mere. " stubborn, but not immune to the kinder side of toji. you listen. trancing to the bed, hopping on knee first instead of cuddling to his side.

" well? " you say, sappy smirk on your face.

" give me a second. " your shaking your head, he had at least forty minutes to think. in truth, that's another reason why you took an eternity in the shower. to give him enough time to come up with a proper apology.

sitting in silence, your finding things to do. petting kone's sleeping form. puppy exhausted from doing absolutely nothing all day. bunching your hands on the back of your ankles, soothing the ache that pounds the moment you apply pressure.

it gets to a point where your thinking about the whole day again. from the moment you drove over to the party, music blasting, all around in a good mood. to the middle – where nothing seemed appeasing anymore and the unmade bad you were beginning to be un-fond of became the best thing in the world.

" alright, i'm sorry. " pushing your head up, you look at toji and hum. " what? "

" that's all you have to say? " you reply in a monotonal tone, eyes low with discernment.

" yes, i apologized didn't i? " that confident yes, almost turned into a no easily when he noticed you weren't rushing to put him in his place. he hates when your submissive, its hard to read what your thinking up in that smart head of yours.

" right. " disappointment has passed. together for two years, married for one and he still couldnt sum up a better apology. your coping with it in your own way. in silence. shuffling the sheets back to get inside of them, he's talking again.

" wait, your not mad at me? " he says in disbelief. you turn on your side, facing away from him. " oh i am, i just don't have the time for this. " you say with calmness, shutting your eyes to keep yourself from crying.

he smacks his lips. " i'm not gonna' apologies for being upset about him checking you out. "

" okay and i'm not going back and forth with you if you think that's the only reason why i'm mad. " you snap, fisting the pillow for added comfort. toji's rolling his eyes like a teen, tough back still laying on the wooden headboard.

" then tell me what the problem is. " you ignore him, shutting your eyes again to end the day faster. not going for the silence, toji wraps his hand around your shoulder and turns you around manually.

you gasp, holding his wrist. " |⋆|, " he's saying a lot chiller than he was before. it seems like nothing is going to be said after that, well not until toji's eyes are softening. " just talk me to baby, make me understand. " those prickly tears you tried to ignore swelled your eyes and instead of squeezing his wrist to cut the circulation, you hold it for dear life.

" your so mean 'ji, i just wanted to have fun today. " you hiccup, gnawing on your lip to suppress those icky wheezes. toji's in a panic state, never knowing what to say when you're crying. he just feels around – holds you until you're the one unlatching from him.

that's exactly what he does, bringing his big arms around you and cradling you like a deer. his eyes are closed and his heart is breaking knowing those hard cries are because of him.

" i know baby, i'm a dickhead. i'm sorry. " he's repeating in your ear and only making it worse. cries turning into silent plea's of do better. he's holding you tight, fingers dancing along your lower back in a sway. body slightly shivering when you dig your nails into his shirt.

its like the air isn't forming inside of your body, a complete crybaby in his arms for a good reason. in truth, its surprising you how hard you're breaking down. then those two words you had been preparing to say for two weeks now is back. on instinct, your pushing toji away from your belly but never breaking the sappy hug.

" what's wrong? " toji whispers with concern in the crease of your neck, nerved with how fast your heart is pounding now. you swallow, finally cracking your eyes open to see the many puddles your tears had left.

you take a deep breath, then you spoke. " i'm pregnant. " toji stills in your arms, he stops rubbing circles into your back. its like he frozen and hadn't even noticed it himself.

" y-your what? " you know he heard you, his body language spoke before he could. you push him away from your soft skin and keep a grip on his chin. staring right into his eyes. " i'm pregnant toji... " eyes wide, he doesn't know whether to smile or ask when it could've happened. he chose the ladder.

" since when? "

" i don't know. i'm over a month along... you know that's what happens when you cum in someone three times in a row. " he can't help but to laugh at your attempt at going back to normal, he's pulling you back in – scared to death from the news and being extra careful around your tummy now, but not backing down from his role as a husband.

" could've made it a big surprise. " you smack the meaty part of his forearm. " i was going to but you pissed me off. " he sighs contently, glad to have you smiling and not completely mad at him still. he kisses the clothed piece of your shoulder, cold lips hovering.

" 'promise ill be better for you... and the baby. "

©𝙀𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙍 any sort of stealing or modifying is prohibited, mess with your momma not me.

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isa-ghost · 2 days ago

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God, it's no fucking wonder Ghosties get so defensive of him whenever people get too heated about his rp characters and stuff.

I've had plenty of spats with Ghosties who have gotten a bit too toxic about that kinda stuff (let's not even get into what Purgatory did to all of us Bolas & Soulfire watchers, or the current TRSMP stuff......). I'm sure even now I have some blocked and I just dr who on my blocklist is a Ghostie that maybe deserves a second chance. But Jesus Christ, ever since QSMP's fall from grace I've gained so much sympathy for Bad, and I understand why you guys get so vicious now. Even if I still condemn it and wish those who Do get way too mean would step back and realize they're mad about friends playing Minecraft.

Like I can be aggravated by the aggression without blaming y'all for it, if that makes sense? Some Ghosties do 100% need to chill the fuck out, but there are plenty of people who attack y'all and Bad to an unreasonably degree that also need to chill the fuck out too. I wish more people recognized it's a two way street, and realized where a lot of this defensiveness comes from. Bad and his community have put up with this kinda shit for going on 5 years, maybe even longer.

Even 1-2 years ago I was openly posting Bbh crit for a couple reasons, but I don't think I'd say I ever genuinely hated him? I'd like to think the crits were really fair of me, and even if things I've said have been emotionally charged, I've never said like. Fuck that guy, hope he dies, or whatever, y'know? It's always been genuine and nuanced at its core, as I try to be with all the discourse I weigh in on.

Like even during peak Purgatory when tensions between us Bolas watchers and Soulfire watchers (esp Ghosties, given Bbh did most of the work sending Bolas into manic hysteria) were UNBEARABLE and I was genuinely frustrated by things, I still didn't hate him. I actually have a post that TO THIS DAY gets notes thanking Bad for being a little shitgoblin the way he was because it gave us Bolas watchers such a weirdly special and chaotic thing that a lot of us still hold dear, even despite the boiling hatred we have for Purgatory and all the bullshit it caused as a whole.

And in the wake of everything between DSMP and QSMP, I don't think I could ever hate him now. Hearing things from Ghosties and even non-Ghosties is just solidifying that further. When the eggs were in and out of hiatus in 2024, and then Shade & Lumi left the team, I felt so fucking awful that Bad had to watch everyone else get their kids back while he had to "make do" with basically all the other eggs instead of his own (I know he was an honorary Richas parent and all that, but you get what I mean.) And then he lost Richas too. I'd argue he was the one holding out the hardest for QSMP to work itself out, and it just. Didn't. He got burnt by it all so fucking hard, I've felt terrible for him ever since.

I may not really watch him, and I may still get frustrated by his rp characters at times, but I don't hold anything against him. Especially because I see what a good person he is overall, and I've never forgotten how much shit he's had to put up with, even from some of my faves.

Bad puts his heart and soul into EVERYTHING he does, he has patience levels I couldn't even dream to have myself, and the lengths he goes for people he cares about are astronomical. And that's just what we know he's done, while everything he's done behind the scenes is implied. I think sometimes he's straight up too nice and forgiving for his own good, but that takes strength in itself in a way.

As he moves further and further away from the Dteam, I feel much more confident in standing up for him (the association was the main reason I've kept my distance). Same goes for the Ghosties who are cool and capable of talking about tension in a civil way.

So long as y'all are chill like that, I have your backs. I totally understand why you guys can get so prickly, and to a certain degree you guys deserve to be.

I wouldn't call myself a Ghostie exactly but I've been around since 2020 and I think we need to talk in detail about how Bad has been legitimately used and abused by the Dr*m Team. Especially now that he's making more noticeable moves to get the hell away from them.

Given I'm just on the outskirts of his community, my only starting points are their weird obsession with constantly threatening and joking about harming his dog (like during Jackboxes back in the day), and giving him 0 credit or acknowledgement for hosting the DSMP server.

But there is so so so so so so much more and I want this post to be a sounding board for the hardcore Ghosties who are sick of watching their guy get treated like shit constantly.

Go ahead and use this post to air them out, guys.

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evervigilantnightshade · 1 day ago

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The Line - Part 14

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

MDNI

Warnings: Starts fluff, ends angst. Trouble, violence.

Y/N had never been happier. Her and John had fully embraced being together and everyone could see how in love with each other they were. He doted on her, wouldn’t let her lift a finger and was constantly asking if she needed anything.

It was Christmas morning and after spending the last hour making love to each other they finally joined the family in the living room where everyone gathered to open presents. John had gotten Y/N her coffee and was snuggled up next to her, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

They watched as the children all opened their presents, allowing them to go first was somewhat a tradition so the adults could later open their presents in peace. It was a heartwarming scene that the men weren’t used too, usually spending their holidays on missions or on the base.

After the kids were all done and now thoroughly occupied with their new toys and gadgets the adults started their Christmas. Ava opened her gifts for her and Clara from Simon and cried seeing the thoughtful gifts. Others laughed and smiled as they opened gifts from each other and the guys all got gifts from the family, which they didn’t expect.

Finally Y/N got up and grabbed a bag walking over to each of the team and handing a small box. Handing John his last.

“What’s this?” Kyle asked and Y/N smiled.

“Why don’t you open it and find out.” Y/N smiled.

All the guys opened the boxes to reveal a compass inside. On the top was their callsign and when they opened it the task force 141 logo was inside.

“So you always find your way home to your family, if you’re ever lost.”

“Y/N this is proper nice. Thank you!” Gaz grinned.

“Yeah thanks love.” Johnny added

Simon just winked at her and nodded his head. She knew he would corner her later and thank her.

Y/N glanced over at John who hadn’t opened his yet and was just looking at her with a smile on his face.

“Open yours. It’s a bit different.”

On the face it said Captain but when he opened it there was an etching of a Belladonna flower inside.

“So you always find your way home to me.” She whispered and he smiled before kissing her.

“Always.” He whispered back. “Did you call Kate?”

They had had a discussion the night before about the transfer and Y/N agreed to stay.

“Yeah, we spoke this morning. She didn’t even file the paperwork when she got it. Figured I would change my mind.”

John smiled and then reached behind him and pulled out a gift for Y/N.

“Happy Christmas love.”

She opened it to see a first edition copy of Pride and Prejudice. Her favourite book..

“John, this is crazy! How did you get this?”

“I have my ways. Do you like it?”

Tears formed in her eyes and she wrapped her arms around him.

“Thank you, I love it.”

The rest of the day was spent with amazing food, some games and talking. It was, in Y/N’s opinion, a perfect day. Both her families were together in one place. Dinner was amazing as usual and eventually everyone made their way to bed, happy and full.

Y/N and John were laying in bed cuddling in each other's arms talking about the day and how wonderful it was when suddenly a red light started flashing above the bed. Y/N jumped up.

“Get dressed, that’s the perimeter alarm.” She said as she reached over and pressed a button on the wall.

Around him he could hear mechanical noises and then looked at the window just as a metal shield covered it.

“What’s happening?”

“Don’t know yet.”

She grabbed a handgun out of her nightstand and handed it to John before reaching up above her door pushing on the wall revealing a panel. When it opened there was an assault rifle which she grabbed.

“Come on.”

She led them out of the room and saw Simon with Ava and Clara getting ready to go down to the safe room through the cold storage room.

“Si, take John, look at the cameras and figure out what’s going on. I’ll go help get everyone else down here. Contact Kate too, see if we can get an overview of the situation.”

Simon nodded and ushered his family through the door as Y/N turned to head upstairs.

“Y/N, be careful.” John called after her and she smiled

“I always am.”

She raced up the stairs and made it to the base of the stairs leading to the third floor when she ran into Johnny.

“Wat in ta hell is goin on?”

“We don’t know. Go grab Grandma. She won’t make it downstairs fast enough. John and Si are down there looking at the cameras.”

The rest of the family started coming down the stairs and Y/N was directing them to the basement. Johnny came back with her grandma in his arms and Momma Lynn right behind them.

“Get them in the safe room, me and Kyle will clear and secure these floors and meet you down there.” She instructed and he nodded.

Kyle was heading down the stairs with the gun that was hidden in his room but Y/N stopped him.

“Let’s sweep up here and then we can secure this floor.”

They went room to room checking everywhere for anyone left behind or anyone who wasn’t supposed to be there but it was clean. When they were done Y/N reached up and pressed a button on the top of each door frame causing a metal gate to come down.

“Wow you’re dad made this house insanely secure.” Kyle

“Yeah he wanted to make sure we’re safe. Even the windows are bullet proof. Let’s do the main floor. Same thing, clear a room and then shut the gate over the door.”

They made their way through securing every internal door, all external doors and windows previously covered when Y/N put the house in lock down. Finally they made their way down to the safe room which was behind one of the two doors that they had not been through in this area. Knowing the family was safe they headed back to the conference room.

“What’s going on?” She asked, walking over to where Simon, John and Johnny were looking at several monitors.

“It’s not good. Several hostiles advancing on the North side.”

“You get Kate?”

“I’m here Y/N.” A voice came from one of the monitors.

“What are we looking at?”

“There are about fifteen hostiles on the North side advancing to the fence. There are an additional eight heading east along the fence line."

“Alright, Simon, John and Kyle you take the North, me and Johnny will head East. Let’s get ready.”

They went back into the locker room and Y/N led them to a bank of smaller lockers. When they opened there were winter camos with vests and all the gear they needed. They quickly got into their gear and then went into the armory to get armed.

Charlie was standing there with Emma and they were loading guns for the family. Five guns laid out, as the girls expertly got them ready.

“You get those loaded and you get the door closed. You don’t open it for anyone, do you hear me?” Simon instructed and Charlie nodded.

“Yeah Si we got this.”

They took the guns and left the room, the sound of a door closing and locking filled the room.

“Grab what you need.” He then instructed the group.

Above them they heard an explosion but Y/N and Simon didn’t seem bothered.

“House is secure, they can’t get in no matter how hard they hit it. The frame is practically indestructible.” Y/N assured them.

After grabbing their guns Y/N led them back upstairs through the cold storage room. They went to the far side of the laundry room where she reached over and pulled a lever that opened yet another secret door that led to a tunnel.

“Alright, me and Soap are right, the rest of you head left.”

Simon and Kyle started walking to the left and Soap to the right but John walked over to Y/N.

“Be safe out there.” He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

“You too.”

He turned and left her taking one last quick look back at her.

She then ran to catch up with Soap and they quickly made their way through the tunnel. Eventually they had made their way to a door that Y/N pushed open and they found themselves in a root cellar.

“Alright, up the stairs and out the door take a left and we’re facing the forest. It’s open ground until we get to the forest so stay sharp.”

Soap nodded and they quickly went up the stairs. Y/N slowly opened the outside door and took a look around before exiting. They ran quickly, making it to the forest in record time.

“They are climbing the east wall. Belladonna , Soap I see you, straight ahead.”

“Got it Watcher approaching now.” Soaps voice

They silently headed in the direction of the wall but then stopped when Kate’s voice warned them of two approaching hostiles.

“It’s quiet on this side.” One of the men said.

“Too quiet.” the other agreed.

They were approaching the tree that Y/N was crouched behind and she motioned to Soap to stay where he was. She pulled out two knives and held them in her hands. When they reached the tree she threw her hands backwards stabbing them both in their lower stomachs before ripping out the knives turning around and driving them up through their chins into their heads.

“Weel tha was effective.” Soap smirked.

Y/N however was preoccupied looking at their uniforms.

“Guys we have a problem.” She said into the coms while motioning at the crests on their uniforms to Soap.

“What’s wrong?” Price’s voice sounded strained.

“These guys are Kortac.”

“What the fuck.” Simon sounded just as strained.

“Yeah I’m looking at the uniforms now.”

“Why the fuck did they agree to work with Bako?” Kyle asked and Y/N sighed.

“Let’s just figure this out first and deal with this after.”

In front of them Soap and Y/N heard a branch break but couldn’t see anything.

“Watcher how many are approaching?”

“I’ve got nothing on screen. They are all just standing by the perimeter wall.”

“Someone’s here, we can hear them.”

Y/N pulled up thermal but couldn’t see anything. Suddenly there was a flash in front of her eyes like a person had run in front of her.

“What was that? Soap, what are you seeing?”

Beside her she heard a body drop and she looked over to see Soap on the ground. She ran over to him while calling out on the coms.

“Man down. Soap is down. There’s someone…”

She felt something hit her neck and then everything went black.

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“Bells. BELLS. Y/N copy.” John yelled

There was an explosion behind him and he shoved his finger into his other ear trying desperately to hear anything on the other end.

“Watcher, what’re you seeing?”

“Their beacons are there but they aren’t moving.”

“Cap, it looks like they’re retreating.” Kyle peaked over the wall.

“Kyle, stay here, watch this wall. Simon with me.”

John ran with Simon beside him, the snow under their feet frustratingly slowing their process.

“Soap. Bells. Answer now.” John barked

They were met with silence and John could see that Simon was passing him so he motioned for him to go ahead.

They made their way up the hill in front of the forest and Simon disappeared into the trees.

“Watcher, what do you see?”

“Both Soap and Belladonna’s trackers are in place, neither have moved. No threats present.”

John pushed forward with all he had and past the clearing and pushed through on the other side.

“Captain, I have Soap no sign of Belladonna.”

John joined up with Simon seeing him kneeling in front of Johnny.

“Is he alive?”

“Yeah he’s breathing. Had this in his neck.” Simon held up a dart of some kind.

“Watcher, where is she pinging? We don’t see her.” John frantically looked around them

“She is to your left about one hundred yards.”

He walked over that way and looked around not seeing her.

“Watcher?”

“You’re practically right on top of her, John.”

He started scanning the forest floor and his stomach dropped seeing her beacon.

“Ghost, get over here.”

“Did you find her?” Simon came up behind him and saw the beacon. “FUCK.”

“Watcher where did they go? Which way? They have Y/N.”

“They headed east. There is a small town there with an air field.”

“We have to catch them before they get to that airport or we'll have no idea where they’re taking her.”

John and Simon jumped into the pickup truck, speeding off towards the gate. Once clear of it they headed east on the gravel road, the truck fishtailing as Simon hammered on the gas.

“You need to go faster.” John grunted in frustration.

“You don’t think I know that? This is as fast as this truck will go. My foot is on the floor John.”

“FUCK!” He suddenly cried out and smashed his hand against the dashboard. “How did we let this happen? I should’ve gone with her to the East and let Soap cover the North with you.”

“Then you’d be unconscious right now instead of Johnny. There was nothing he could’ve done differently just like there’s nothing you could’ve done. So just stop and let me focus on driving.”

They had made it ten minutes down the road when they were ambushed. Bullets whizzed through the air, several hitting the truck. Simon slammed on the breaks and they jumped out of the truck shooting at the source of their ambush. John was ready to step out from behind the truck and run at the assailants but Simon grabbed him by the back of his vest and pulled him back.

“You’re no good to anyone dead for fuck sakes.”

“We don’t have time for this!” John yelled and Simon pushed him against the truck.

“I fucking know that. She’s my fucking sister and I am barely holding it together. I don’t have the capacity right now to fucking babysit you so get your shit together. NOW.”

John nodded curtly but felt the truck sag to the left. They had blown one of the tires on the truck. His heart sank. He froze and broke out in sweat. They weren't going to make it. They were going to lose her.

The gunshots around them ceased and they heard a vehicle take off at a fast speed. They had accomplished their mission. John walked to the front of the truck and saw steam pouring out of the radiator also noticing two flat tires now. They had no way to follow now and John dropped to his knees.

“Watcher?” Simon said into the coms.

It took Kate a moment to answer and when she did her voice was quiet.

“We lost them. They jammed our satellite feed.”

John heard Simon scream followed by the sound of breaking glass. He’d punched out one of the windows in the truck most likely injuring himself.

John stared into the darkness in disbelief. They just started their life together but now she was gone and there was nothing he could do to save her.

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bajablastwrites · 10 hours ago

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A new student!

Platonic! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Student! reader

Summary: Congratulations! Gojo unofficially adopts you after he accidentally came upon you while you were running errands!

Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I completely revised it cuz this shit was all over the place (and probably still is) when I first started writing it, and I’m currently going through a depressive episode and need to feel some fulfillment in my life so here you go :)

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Ok so imagine you’re out in public just minding your business, maybe running errands or something who knows. Then this tall blindfolded guy with white hair comes up to you and asks if you’d like to join his school, saying you have potential. You say no, not really interested in his offer and try to get on with your day. He starts to follow you, trying to persuade you to join his school, clearly not taking no for an answer and at some point the man is looming over you and starts wiggling his fingers in your direction, telling you that you’ll be well taken care of and you’ll be his favorite student too, you’re special after all.

Anyone with a brain cell knows that an adult calling a minor “special” or their “favorite” while saying they’ll be “well taken care of” is enough to receive a hard drive check. So like any normal person you book it and it didn’t take long for you to realize he’s running after you. You had a feeling he wasn’t actively trying to catch you— with his long legs you knew he could easily catch up to you if he really wanted to, but for some reason he didn’t. Not one to question the weird opportunity to escape for too long, you run into a crowd in the hopes that you’ll lose him, which you thought you were successful in since you didn’t see him anymore— he’s not exactly hard to miss after all.

After that ordeal you decide to go into a couple more shops and stores for a little longer just to make sure he’s actually gone and isn’t following you before you head home and call it a day. Only to find the same suspicious man in your living room the next day wearing sunglasses. He introduced himself as Satoru Gojo as he talked with your mom about the new school you can go to. He made it out as if you’re being scouted by a prestigious religious school that offered a scholarship when you go to college after graduation. So obviously your mom made you gently persuaded you to agree to going to the school, it’s not everyday you get an opportunity like this. So in the end you reluctantly agreed while your new teacher Gojo tells you to be packed by tomorrow as you walked him to the door per your mom’s instructions.

You wanted to slam the door in his face and never look at him again, but mom said no.

“I knew your mom would help me out, she’s such a nice lady!”

“How’d you even know where I lived?!”

Not only did this guy chase you around in public, but he then had the balls to show up to your house and borderline flirt with your mom, while trying to convince her to let her kid join a mysterious religious school!

To add insult to injury it worked.

“Don’t worry about details like that! I’ll be stopping by tomorrow evening. Maybe spend some time with your mom while you get your stuff transported to the school, just standard procedures ‘n stuff!” He said as he stepped out into your front yard to take his leave.

You swear your brain went blank once that sentence was processed. That isn’t normal right??

“I’m no expert on standard procedure for moving into an on-campus dorm, but I’m pretty sure you taking to my mom isn’t one of them.” You blatantly stated while silently praying he’s not implying what you think he’s implying.

The man claiming to be your new teacher turned around and decided to open his mouth and worsen your already bad view on him.

“Eh? Well how else am I supposed to get to know her? I don’t mind older women, nothing wrong with enjoying vintage beauty from time to time. She looks really good for her age too, I’m sure she could use someone like me to keep her company!” He boasted while pointing at himself.

You also couldn’t help but get offended on your mom’s behalf, because why did he regally call your mom old?

“My mom’s not old and she’s in a happy loving marriage with my dad!!” You tried to keep yourself from yelling too loudly, less your mom hear you yelling at a guest you were supposed to be showing to the door. Honestly she should’ve checked on you sooner because it doesn’t take this long to walk someone to the door.

Your inner child was punching the air, how dare that man flirt with your mom! The idea that someone other than your dad wanting to fuck your mom— no; actually the idea that your parents fuck is already painful enough.

Your new teacher is saying he wants to get with your mom is hurting your soul in a new way you never thought possible.

He’s so fucking weird.

Anyways that’s how you met your teacher Gojo :)

And of course he gave you the honorary title of being his favorite student just like he said he would! You don’t get any special treatment or anything though so that’s pretty disappointing.

But back to the topic at hand. You probably came in at around the same time Yuji did and because of his friendly nature and that fact that you’re both new students you guys got on well— which Gojo was happy to see because now he’s plotting and scheming. To get with your mom

By that I mean he got bored one day and decided he wanted play matchmaker by setting you up with either Yuji or Megumi. (Mainly with Megumi cuz he’s known him the longest so he’s biased-) Depending on how well you get along with either one he’ll start to meddle in you guy’s business and try to get you guys to kiss or something idk— especially if it’s with Megumi. Again he’s very biased when it comes to Megumi. Why isn’t his adopted son rizzing you up like he’s supposed to!😡

Sometimes Gojo likes to dote on you like how a dad would to his daughter— mostly because you’re the only student besides Yuji that won’t try and deck him in the face when he goes in to hug you or something. You just let it happen and sometimes even return the hugs.

It’s honestly really easy to forget he’s supposed to be your teacher since he acts more like an older cousin or brother more than anything. But at the end of the day you and everyone else are under his care and that’s something he takes seriously even if he is pretty goofy.

Gojo thinks you’re one of the cutest things he’s seen, you just have a more rounded appearance compared to the rest of his students. He credits that to your mom’s genesis. He’s just gotta squish your face! Sometimes he forgets that you’re the same age as the rest of his students since you’ve got a very youthful appearance (a nicer way of saying you don’t look your age💀). He can’t help but just want to hug and squish you or poke at your cheeks whenever he sees you!

Was lowkey surprised that you let him do it in the first place since his students would fight tooth and nail to keep him from doing anything remotely affectionate, but decided not to mention it because of his pride and ego.

Bro definitely pinches your cheeks when he gets irritated with you and he won’t let go until you say sorry to him😭

You’ve also earned the nickname “Chibi-chan” from him and he’ll only address you as Chibi-chan from hear on out. Embarrassing his students is his favorite hobby :)

But anyways!

Ignoring that he occasionally makes passing comments about your mom and wanting to get to know her in the most unprofessional way possible. He’s not a shabby support system, if you have hobbies or like to do stuff outside of jujutsu he’s there to support you. Man’s will do anything he can to help you achieve your goals. Especially if there’s some sort of event pertaining to it. Even better if your mom is in attendance! As long as your hobbies or interest’s aren’t harmful or dangerous to you or others he’s more than happy to support you!

Like Yuji he also trained you one-on-one to learn the basics of Jujutsu or get a better grasp of your technique if you have one. He would’ve trained you with Yuji but this was when everyone thought he was dead. So he was either training you both on different days of the week or he was running back and forth between the two of you if what he was teaching you guys was the same thing.

Though you progressed faster than Yuji seeing as you still got to interact with your classmates and the second years, so you were able to train and practice with them while also being trained by gojo himself later in the day. So he would skim over or review the concept of whatever he was teaching you that day and move on to having you put it into practice while helping you improve what he’s teaching you.

But once everyone knows Yuji’s alive then he trains you two together while commenting how he’s glad doesn’t have to repeat the same lessons anymore now that everyone knows Yuji isn’t dead. It’s a lot more fun training with Yuji too. Teamwork and such— totally not a part of his plan to get you with Yuji or Megumi.

If you ever get any injuries from any missions he checks in on you and talks about paying your mom a “personal” visit, saying that he promised he’d update her on anything that happens in your life and “comfort” her whenever you get sick or injured. You still don’t know if he’s actually serious but that doesn’t stop you from expressing your disgust and having a thousand yard stare every single time.

“I’m gonna have to pay your mom a little personal visit this afternoon to update her on your current situation. I’ll make sure to comfort her too so she’s not overwhelmed hearing that her sweet baby girl is hurt!” He leaned back dramatically while putting the back of his hand against his forehead, oh the tragedy! Except we’re in the 21st century, technology has advanced so much that we practically walk around with a mini laptop in our pockets.

He can just call her!! Hell, he could send her an email or a letter from the school, and not visit her in person! Fucking weirdo.

“Die. Die. I hope you choke on your next meal and die.” You were supposed to be recovering in peace but I guess the big man upstairs had other plans. So now you’re in bed injured and seething, what a way to recover.

Gojo put his hand to his chest let out a dramatic gasp. His own student— his favorite student of all people is wishing death upon him! “Wishing death upon your favorite sensei, I’m hurt! Even after I made you my favorite student and promised your super nice mom I’d care for you like you’re my own kid!”

You knew he wanted to call your mom something other than just super nice. The cringe was immaculate and you never wanted to curl up in a hole and die more than ever.

“You’re the only first-year teacher here— and leave my mom alone!!”

Even if you know he’s not actually trying to get with your mom, it doesn’t stop you from feeling like you’ve heard the worst string of words to ever befall the ears of another human being.

You’re not alone though because the rest of your classmates also cringe or make disgusted faces when Gojo makes any kind of implications about your mom. Everyone gets to suffer what a great bonding experience! Fun!

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